"She is trouble," Faira agreed. "Come, we need to see about further orders now. This quiet won't last."
She made her way to rejoin the Prince, as the enterage was led into the keep itself. She nodded at Rudolph as they passed, but understood he likely had other matters to attend to now that he was home.
"Things are worse than they looked from the south side," she commented, scanning around at the more obvious signs of battle that were to be seen here.
Faira was scanning the rooftops, her sword still sheathed but unbelted and held in her hands, when the sound of the cavalry force arriving drifted through the gate. She put her hand on the hilt, ready for a fight, but relaxed when the gate began to open. Though happy the force had arrived, Faira felt a little put off that her ride here seemed to have been wasted. Zatana could have managed fine on her own, granted they would feel quite differently if something had happened on the way.
She approached the prince and his warlock right hand, "M'lord, Zatana should be back momentarily with the beggar's report." Just then, she caught sight of Acrius' "predicament," and approached the girl who had latched onto him.
"I'm going to need my comrade back," she said in a low, flat voice.
"As do I," Faira said, taking the rein, and watching as her masked comrade vaulted up to a rooftop. "Gods' blood, she wasn't kidding."
While Zatana was making her way to the meeting place, Faira dismounted, so that she stood between the two horses. When Zatana's unnamed steed made to bite her, Faira, without looking at it, kicked the horse in the shin. It was a light tap, not to hurt the beast, but just to distract it. And distracted it was, the horse started and looked at Faira in some confusion, then settled down, though still watched her from the corner of her eye.
"Hold," Faira said, handing the guard both reins and ignoring him as the mare tried to snap at him, while Steak moved behind him to get away from the more aggressive horse.
While this was happening, Faira began to undo straps on her armor(further distracting the guard). She loosened several around her biceps, thig, and calves. She redid the straps, and tested the new configuration by stretching.
Ready now, she looked to the rooftops for Zatana's return.
"That will do," Faira said, half turning before she had finished speaking, "Lady Zatana, we can plan our approach on horseback. Let us ride."
She turned from Balthazar, and made for the enclosure that held the guard's horses. Here she saddled her horse, Steak, and mounted, but waited for Zatana before setting out.
When they were on the road(though she expected they would leave it before they were much closer), Faira spoke.
"I can run faster than a horse, but only for maybe two miles at a stretch. When we're closer I can get there alone faster, but whether that's a good idea... we'll have to see the lay of the land. But what do you think?"
The meager camp that Faira used was already packed and ready for the continued march. With such a short distance left to travel, she had hoped to arrive yesterday, but it had simply gotten too late. She believed Prince Leonidas did not want to arrive by night, and though she could keep going, Faira knew many of the men were exhausted.
To her understanding, they would be approaching the city from the opposite side from where the invading force had come from, but she thought it possible that the orcs may have surrounded the city, maybe even sent scouts to the surrounding area. So she had made a habit of scanning ahead for any sign. Just like last night, however, there was nothing to see yet. They were simply too far.
Faira approached to where the prince and another member of the guard were discussing the defenses.
"If the city were under attack, we'd be hearing those new toys going off."
"Unless the fighting is over," she cut in, making no allusion to which way she expected it to have gone.
Name: Faira Blodwen Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 27
Faira is tall and broad, her body is covered in stretch marks like a cat's stripes, the result of her Bloodheat expanding her muscles spontaneously.
Bio: Faira would love to tell people she lost her eye in battle, but she's no liar and the truth is it was injured in a shipwreck when she was small, and traveled aboard the merchant ship her father owned. She was pulled from the water near the shore of Dragon's Maw by a beastman named Erevan. He took Faira in, and taught her some of his ways.
Faira got on well enough wit Erevan's natural born daughter, Arn, until they were teenagers. It was found that Faira had the same elemental affinity to Life magic as Erevan, and he took her on as an apprentice to learn his family's traditional magic. Arn, who took after her mother with Earth magic, was jealous of Faira for this, and stopped calling her a sister. Though generally thick skinned, Faira was devastated by this change, and soon left to go see the world of humans that she was born in, but could barely remember.
The skills she learned in Dragon's Maw were best suited to combat, and she found work back in the Grand Empire as a mercenary.
Personality quirks: Traits 1. When I set my mind to something, I follow through no matter what gets in my way.
2. I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups.
Ideals: I would rather die than betray a friend.
Bond: Found Family. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Flaw: I fear I do not belong, despite my loyalty.
Friends/Rivals: Erevan Blodwen, a beastman who rescued Faira when she was young, and raised her as a daughter.
Arn Blodwen, Faira's adopted sister. They were close once, but Arn is jealous that Faira was able to learn family magic that Arn herself could not.
Fighting Style: Southclaw. A ferocious style of swordplay, utilizing a bastard sword, sometimes accompanied by a large hunting knife. Rarely using a shield or heavy armor, it is weakest to ranged attacks that it is unable to block.
Equipment: A bastard sword, a wicked curved knife, fairly basic studded leather armor. The knife is called Emberclaw, and has two small soulstones set on either side of the pommel. One is fire, the other earth. The spells carved into the blade will heat the metal white hot, while the earth magic preserves the blade's integrity, and prevents the heat from expanding beyond the guard. The spells activate at once, but the fire has four charges, while the earth only has three. It is activated by tasting the weirder's own blood. She won it in an arm wrestling contest with a captain she worked under once.
Skills/Abilities: Bloodheat. A special skill learned from her adopted family, in which one floods their body with life magic, strengthening it temporarily. It can take an enormous toll on the bones and ligaments, but makes the user faster and stronger than before. It also causes a fever, hence the name, and is dangerous over long periods.
Hands still in tucked into her jumpsuit, Suga strolled out of the room, though a little faster than she had strolled in. She made her way to the hangar, and crossed where her ship was waiting. An assigned astromech droid was getting ready to be lifted into place, and she briefly checked its ID. R5-B7.
The Aggressive Reconnaissance fighter was freshly painted for Raptor Squadron. Suga mounted the ladder and climbed to the cockpit. Before getting in, she pulled her jumpsuit over her shoulders and zipped it up. She retrieved the harness from the cockpit seat and put it on, then climbed in and donned the helmet.
As the ship was whirring to life, she spoke into the radio. "Raptor Two, ready to launch."
Name: Faira Blodwen Race: Human Gender: Female Age: 27
Faira is tall and broad, her body is covered in stretch marks like a cat's stripes, the result of her Bloodheat expanding her muscles spontaneously.
Bio: Faira would love to tell people she lost her eye in battle, but she's no liar and the truth is it was injured in a shipwreck when she was small, and traveled aboard the merchant ship her father owned. She was pulled from the water near the shore of Dragon's Maw by a beastman named Erevan. He took Faira in, and taught her some of his ways.
Faira got on well enough wit Erevan's natural born daughter, Arn, until they were teenagers. It was found that Faira had the same elemental affinity to Life magic as Erevan, and he took her on as an apprentice to learn his family's traditional magic. Arn, who took after her mother with Earth magic, was jealous of Faira for this, and stopped calling her a sister. Though generally thick skinned, Faira was devastated by this change, and soon left to go see the world of humans that she was born in, but could barely remember.
The skills she learned in Dragon's Maw were best suited to combat, and she found work back in the Grand Empire as a mercenary.
Personality quirks: Traits 1. When I set my mind to something, I follow through no matter what gets in my way.
2. I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups.
Ideals: I would rather die than betray a friend.
Bond: Found Family. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Flaw: I fear I do not belong, despite my loyalty.
Friends/Rivals: Erevan Blodwen, a beastman who rescued Faira when she was young, and raised her as a daughter.
Arn Blodwen, Faira's adopted sister. They were close once, but Arn is jealous that Faira was able to learn family magic that Arn herself could not.
Fighting Style: Southclaw. A ferocious style of swordplay, utilizing a bastard sword, sometimes accompanied by a large hunting knife. Rarely using a shield or heavy armor, it is weakest to ranged attacks that it is unable to block.
Equipment: A bastard sword, a wicked curved knife, fairly basic studded leather armor. The knife is called Emberclaw, and has two small soulstones set on either side of the pommel. One is fire, the other earth. The spells carved into the blade will heat the metal white hot, while the earth magic preserves the blade's integrity, and prevents the heat from expanding beyond the guard. The spells activate at once, but the fire has four charges, while the earth only has three. It is activated by tasting the weirder's own blood. She won it in an arm wrestling contest with a captain she worked under once.
Skills/Abilities: Bloodheat. A special skill learned from her adopted family, in which one floods their body with life magic, strengthening it temporarily. It can take an enormous toll on the bones and ligaments, but makes the user faster and stronger than before. It also causes a fever, hence the name, and is dangerous over long periods.
Other Information:
1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it. 2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules 3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC 4. Be civilized and polite please 5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed. 6. The story isn't exactly set, if you have an idea for a mission feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in. 7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them. 8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts. 9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC
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