Arcane Steel - Turn 27 - It is not over until it is over
In between sweat and the fatigue that starts to settle early upon the members of the party in their desperate sprint towards the open fields, their morale is only enhanced as the first rays of sunlight they have seen in a long sequence of minutes, which seemed to have been more than an hour, filters through the charred remains of the trees ahead.
Candy mostly exists.
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>see title: mentally facepalm
Actually reading the turn now.
April GETS OUT OF THE FIRE and finds the others.
keeps running through the flaming forest, [4] managing to find the rest of the group and trying to tail them into safety. The heat and the occasional flame were an ominous danger to all gunpowder-carrying members of the party, and it is an exceedingly happy moment when she finally leaves the hell of fire and smoke they had been in for the last few minutes.
Diego continues carrying Davie to safety.
keeps carrying the limp body of Davie to safety. [5] His determination to save a teammate shows through his actions, and the spaniard manages to weave between the stalks and fallen branches amidst smoke and heat to finally reach the outer parts of the woods and give a final leap towards safety, smoke trailing from his attire as the small fire on his robes consumes the expensive, well-woven cloth...For some strange reason, Ricardo is not anywhere, nor their horses.
Adrienne patted the unconscious bandits rump, a wicked smile on her face.
"Sleep, my lover..sleep very well..."
Action: Find my horse and throw my bandit over the saddle, retreat with the rest.
keeps running with the group, sparks flying around her. [3] Even then, they are mostly a constant inconvenience and thanks to her good initial sprint, she finally finds herself out of the small pocket of forest. She sees what the rest of her teammates see: the town some kilometers away, some burnt remains of branches around the outskirts of the burning trees...And their horses are nowhere to be seen.
Thelfin keeps following the rest of the group and help them to carry the wounded ones.
"So what is the plan besides pulling back for now?"
sees Davie is already being properly taken care of and keeps running. [4] As the rest of his team, he quickly finds himself outside the burning wreck that was once a small forest and checks the area around him.
Go back to the town with everyone else. Transfer some energy to Davie and after getting to the town go to a doctor and get my arm checked.
Well, now it is back to the village, everyone. The fire won't stop so soon.
keeps following the trail, now almost impossible to see amidst the smoke. [4] The "heretic" manages to break out of the smoke wall without further problems, just in time to see the rest of his team staring at the empty expanse of ground his horses had been left at. There is no time to lose, though, Davie may die if he does not try to apply immediate magical help to his body. [4] Dellus' knowledge of metamagic pays off and he manages to pass a small stream of energy into the fire mage's magical vessels.
Okay, time to go with the cliff plan. Make the cliff at least 40 stories high and jump. Also, will my sword out of existence.
wills his sword out of existence to try a new plan. [2] The bastard sword seems to like the place it is stuck in, and does not budge an inch. Even then, the fire mage tries to imagine a cliff with a very, very long fall... [1] Nothing happens and the sword decides to get comfy in his body. It hurts like hell, even if it happens to be the dreamworld.
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
Make sure everyone gets out alive!
"Can't anyone just channel part of the fire back into Davie?" Falion said as he sprinted back to the rest alongside his battle brother. "And don't forget the horses! Ktimbi, hang on tight to Airgead! He'll bring you out safely!"
Call Ileid, and possibly the other horses to...return and aid the ones on foot. Through a whistle.
Airgead will aid my battle brother in the best way possible.
But perhaps the horses were smarter, having retreated once the fire started. Or loyal, to await their masters until everyone was safe.
tries to both care about his teammates and his own life, which is no easy task...If not for the fact he is being carried by Airgead. Finally finding himself out of the fiery inferno, left behind him by a mighty leap forward from Airgead, he whistles, trying to call for the horses. He can hear Ileid answering his call in the distance...In the distance?
Burnt, disoriented, exhausted, and suffering from cranial trauma, Ktimbi tries his hardest to remain conscious and stay with the group.
Running almost entirely on autopilot, the shaman attempts to dress his wounds while moving
decides to dress his wounds while the wolf carries him to safety. [2] It may be the fatigue, the pain, the movement or the heat and smoke, but the african shaman is unable to do it. He is quickly out of the forest as Airgead leaps the last few meters towards safety.
AirgeadAirgead keeps silent as he runs and leaps in between the smoldering ashes. [5+1] The wolf easily catches up to the rest of the group, takes the front and leaps to the now slightly-less-green plains outside. He immediately catches up something in the air and his throat starts to rumble with a low growling.
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It does not take long for the party to see what exactly is wrong. A couple of dozens of meters away from them, a group of bandits is dropping the last remains of what seems some food they had been carrying and preparing their weapons. It seems they split up and were waiting for the party in different points, judging by the fact one of them starts to whistle furiously before finally taking position. The pikemen raise their pikes and the longbowmen notch arrows and taut the strings of their weapons, aiming for the members of the party that seem to make for easy targets. Longbows take years to master, and are tools of war commonly attached to the image of the english. One can not help but wonder how many enemies carry these weapons and how many can use them properly...
Some minutes of fast travel away from them is a small detachment of the city guard, and the enemies reinforcements are coming as well. The guards are probably well-prepared enough to fend off the incoming enemies, and all the group has to do is
hold the line.
Longbowmen x 5
Pikemen x 5
Dwarmin: Knight
Name: Adrienne Alanamont
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Knight: Chevalière
Appearance: Adrienne is a beautiful, intense woman, with long and dark red hair (though, her hair is usually shaved before battle), and dark green eyes. She looks fairly stern, and her build and stance betray no weakness of body or thought-if anything, it bespeaks of passion and arrogance. When not in battle kit, Adrienne tends to dress conservatively, but somewhat casual-favoring open throated shirts and flared trousers, often in earth tones. Her plated armor is light, unecumbering and well made, rounded off at the corners-masking her womanhood in the middle of battle-all except her eyes, being she prefers a slitted helm for full vision.
The Alanamont coat of arms is a circlet of filigreed gold, with a crown at the head, around a pool of red.
Characteristics: Arrogant, Passionate, Uncompromising
Horse: She prefers a Light Warhorse-her favorite, being "Lernea"
Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Longsword/round shield, otherwise prefers a Bec-De-Corbin when mounted, which she wields with unnatural grace. Others: Dueling Pistol (unfired), Crossbow
Leaving a child behind: No. Adrienne has left that 'business' to her lesser sisters and brothers, having not found anyone worthy of her as of yet.
-Some- abilities to be noted:If you think I'm the weakest link... you will be sorry... weakling!Status:Light> Bleeding.Rally Call of RolandTiruin: Knight
Name: Falion Arvîndell
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Knight: Dragoon
Appearance: Falion is a man of five foot four, with light brown skin and short black hair. His body is built just like a worker of the era, though stern and with poise evident in his gait. Out of combat, he dons a brown tunic under his surcoat, favoring the common wear over what the Nobility prefer. His chainmail is left uncolored, remaining the usual silver tone. His plate armor is tinted light grey with a white trim along the edges of the major plates. A gilded wolf crest lies on the top of his helmet and the insignia of the howling wolf in white is marked on his breastplate. His eyes are colored brown.
Characteristics: Unflinchingly Loyal ; Stubborn ; Determined
Horse: A Light Warhorse going by the name of "Ileid".
[Weaponry]
Main weapon/s: Glaive ; Javelin(s)
Others: Flintlock Rifle and a heater shield
Leaving a child behind:
No.-Some- abilities to be noted:He is loyal and determined. He is sharp. He is also nuts.Status:Light> Bleeding.Cuchulainn's Last StandName:
AirgeadAge: ??
Gender: Male
Knight: Wolf
Description: Silver-furred wolf, "owns" a masterwork armor which is better than even the squad armor. He is very loyal and his feral mind can block most mind-based attacks.
Status:Fine.Thunderbolt Steel ArmorSuperior WolfPowder Miner: Knight
Name: April Eplock
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Knight: Gunslinger (or if you prefer (that time's) modernized warrior or something of the sort.)
Appearance: April Eploc is a slim woman of average height, although very, very young for a knight. She is relatively attractive, ((mumble mumble I added that part to stay true to my earliest description of her)) with dark green eyes and braided fiery orange hair which ends in a ponytail. She wears non-restrictive pastel yellow clothing (like skirts, and simple shirts, she prefers comfort over fashion) under her armor, which is (kinda) light chainmail which covers pretty much all of her (all but the head and hands (she prefers these unobstructed, and even the head has a hood.), with a thin leather backing underneath. Her coat of arms is a young, growing leaf.
Characteristics: Very cheerful, Optimistic, Reckless, Silly, Thrill-Seeking.
Horse: Light Horse, her name is Ellene.
Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Hand firearm (
not sure what it would be in this ageIn this age those would happen to be flintlock pistols), Shortsword.
Leaving a child behind: "No. I'm only 18 god get away from me you creep"
-Some- abilities to be noted:Blackpowder fever! Isn't hell colorful? Adventure!Status:Fine.Emergency Rations(Candy)1 Pouch with 5 gold pieces.
7 Masterwork Eploc Family Flintlock Pistols, Rifled Barrel -
7/7 LoadedPraefectum Screptum: Knight
Name:Thelfin Almondar
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Knight: Byzantine Klibanophoros
Appearance: His hair is black, contrasting with his turquoise eyes. Thelfin is tall and athletically built. He always covers his head with a helmet and dons a dark blue heavy armor (Power Armor) compensating part of the weight from his equipment. His armor covers his whole chest in the likeness of a huge shield and his shoulder plates protude slightly along the sides of his head, the rest of his armor being covered by large plate parts with almost no room between them. Underneath it he is wearing a chain mail and light clothing.
The family's coat of arms is a sapphire-colored shield wrapped in silver chains with two heavy steel axes crossed behind it.
Characteristics: Stubborn, loyal, fast thinker, short-tempered, hard to fall.
Horse: Heavy warhorse, clad in heavy armor from head to toe.
Weapons:Main weapons: Two-handed mace.(A chain links its handle to one of his forearms.) and Heavy Crossbow. Carries a very large shield on his back.
Leaving a child: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:Moves live a truck... ...Hits like a truck... ...Must be a Klibanophor.Status:Fine.Mal'ak ha-mashit (The Cleaver of Terra; Bane of All Sin)RosarySmithing KitNUKE9.13: Wizard - Temporarily out
Name: Wilhelmina van Oranje
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Mage, speciality: Weather; Wind/Water.
Appearance: Tall- very tall. Long brown hair (loose); blue eyes; pale skin. Dresses in simple, elegant gowns. For this journey; a plain white dress, and a leather cloak, pale orange in hue. Her family crest is an orange lion upon a white field, ridged by banners of red and blue. The family motto- Oranje zal herrijzen- is emblazoned below the lion.
Characteristics: Very friendly (too friendly?); polite; has little patience for problems- has a short temper; exceptional perseverance- not strong, but will keep fighting no matter what.
Horse: Light warhorse.
Weapons: Main weapons: Staff (gilded hardwood), Magic. Others: Brace of pistols.
Leaving a child behind: No.
-Some- abilities to be noted:She is nice and stubborn the good way but man, she's got issues!Status:Fine.Light padded armor pieces agentorangesoda: Wizard
Name: Ktimbi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: African Shaman
Appearance: A jet black man of average build with long orange hair that cooperates with his woolly beard to form a mock lion's mane. His irises are a fiery red, a rare genetic mutation specific to his caste of shamans. He wears the traditional shaman garb: pelts of slain animals and various herbal trinkets adorn his person. He wears a crown of human wisdom teeth, one pulled from each eligible member of his tribe, which he claims contains the combined spiritual energy of his people's souls. The crest of his shamanistic family is, curiously, a mongoose encircled by cobras. One is crushed underfoot whilst the other hangs limp in the mongoose's jaw.
Characteristics: Quiet, Unwilling Participant, Incoherent
Horse: Light warhorse, drawing a cart of reagents.
Weapons: Carries a caduceus which has been passed down for generations. His tribe claims an ancient ancestor won the staff from Hermes himself. Upon each shaman's death, his successor fills a container with his own blood and places the severed head inside. The new shaman will now be protected for the rest of his natural life by his spirit so long as the container is kept close. The case that the previous shaman had kept is then dashed upon the ground, allowing his protector to be finally free from his burden.
Leaving a child behind: As is tradition, upon ascension, a shaman will impregnate a host of women until one gives birth to a child containing the rare genetic disease. The shaman is always male, (it is a y-linked gene). Ktimbi knows he has many children waiting for him at home and has met none of them, but he knows one bears the gift. In the event of a shaman dying without any heirs, all of his immediate kin will attempt to replicate the gene in their own future offspring through ritual until another shaman is born.
-Some- abilities to be noted:Don't mind me. ...Are you dead already? What did you just call me, colored gentleman?Status: Head on fire.Armor of OriginOne-shot reagents Tarran: Wizard
Name: Davie Maximilian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: Fire
Appearance: A tall brown haired man of mostly Bavarian-English-Frisian origin. He has light blue eyes and is averagely muscled. He wears a blue-purple robe and leather boots. His family coat of arms appears to be an impalement of the Bavarian and Frisian flag.
Characteristics: Cheerful, Does what is right, friendly, honest, insensitive, trusting.
Horse: Light, Marwin
Weapons: Bastard sword (what, just because he's a mage doesn't mean he doesn't like big swords), flintlock pistol.
Leaving a child behind: Nope. No wife.
-Some- abilities to be noted:Barbecue in the making. What are staves for, anyway? Sure...Why not?Status:Unconscious; No magical energy; Getting cold at an alarming rate; Bruised all over his body.CatalystCommon Round Shield
4 Flintlock Pistols, Common Barrel - 3/4 LoadedSeriousConcentrate: Wizard
Name: Diego Alvarez
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mage: Force and Illusion
Appearance: Diego has tanned skin, shiny black hair cut in a shaggy style that obscures his forehead and looks quite boyish indeed, confident blue eyes, and thick eyebrows. He's average height and lightly built at five feet nine inches and one hundred forty seven pounds. He wears brown boots, dark blue pants tucked into them, and a dark blue tunic. Over that is a long white hooded coat (hood is usually down) with red embroidery that ties up the left side to close, and usually is tied from the waist up. As part of the coat's design, a strap runs over the right shoulder down the to the right side of the waist, with pouches attached to the strap for carrying light items. On the back of the strap is a quiver for holding his arrows. On the back of the coat is the family crest: a shield divided into four sections, with the upper right/lower left being silver and the other two sides being bronze. On top of the shield is a gold crown with rubies inset along the band.
Characteristics: Hotblooded, Showoff, Reckless, Quick to React, Fleetfooted, Friendly
Horse: Light Warhorse "Aquila"
Weapons (and shields): Main weapons: Longbow; usually uses broadheads, but will switch to narrower heads to pierce armor if necessary; short sword. Others: A bandoleer of throwing daggers hidden inside his coat.
Leaving a child behind: Not that he's aware of.
-Some- abilities to be noted:Quickie It's show time! I challenge you, Good Sir.Status:Fine.Manto de Alvarez (Protector de Bendito Alvarez)Ganado BravoName:
Ricardo HernándezAge: ??
Gender: Male
Artist
Description: Brown-skinned, mustachioed gentleman in red clothing who follows Diego around. His major talents are playing the guitar and staying alive.
Status:Fine.Guitarra de EspañaY me voy cantandoGrunhill: Wizard
Name: Dellus Hierdach
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Mage: Light Mage
Appearance: A tall brown haired man of south-european origin. He has dark brown eyes and an average body. He wears a black and white robe and leather boots. His family coat of arms is a dark green serpent biting a blood red apple.
Characteristics: Mysterious, do what he has to do, unsociable, insensitive, trusting.
Horse: Black Light Warhorse, pulling a cart.
Weapons: White gold ring and an ancient grimoire.
Leaving a child behind:Yes
-Some- abilities to be noted:No, I am not a monk Why, no! This. is. NOT A D&D rulebook! SORCERER!BURN HIM!Status:Right arm on fire.OuroborosMasterwork Dual Short SwordsMasterwork Crossbow
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