Ultimate Elementum {RP}

"A vile imitation of grace. You will join rank and flank us with the rest of our medics."

Son of a motherless minotaur. This was not going at all how Kyrie had hoped.

"The ascent will be steep, but I assume you are prepared for that eventuality too?"

The implication of that question sent a chill up Kyrie's spine. She prayed to the Winds that it didn't mean what she thought it meant. As Kyrie stood stunned, Alicia filled the space.

"Sure! Uh.. Yes, General."

The battalion struck out at a brisk pace, as if they were fighting against time itself to get to their next destination. Kyrie knew they could not afford to stay with this enemy army for very long, lest they be discovered for what they really were. Instinctively, Kyrie knew that if Alicia's or Carita's powers were discovered, they would have a much more difficult time than would Kyrie herself.

Using the same subtle trick of slowing her pace a bit, Kyrie worked herself and her two compatriots just out of earshot of their escort. Her whispers were full of intense urgency. "The first chance you get to escape, get out of here. Even if we have to split up, the farther away from this army we are, the better. We can't take them on by ourselves."

Kyrie quickened her pace as a soldier gave her a curious glance. As she walked, she remained vigilant, waiting for an opportunity to escape to present itself.
 
((OOC: Also sorry for the late post :gonk: It's also short, but I kind of need Damon to post again >.> *pokes on MSN* <.<))

Cassandra stirred slightly, swinging her feet and surprisingly not hitting anything that resembled hard, solid earth. Her feet met no resistance other than the air, and she felt like she was moving, while practically laying down. Her ankle throbbed with a dull pain, sure to be sharp when her foggy head was clear. Forcing her eyes open, she tilted her head back and looked up. An upside down view of David greeted her, and she struggled lightly against his arms.

"I'm awake, you can put me down now."

She swung her foot again, waiting for a response. Tiny tendrils of pain laced their way up her leg as she swung it, bringing a grimace to her face. She listened for him to answer her and, upon hearing nothing, pushed with a little more force against him.

"If one piece of my clothing is out of place..."
 
The first chance you get to escape, get out of here. Even if we have to split up, the farther away from this army we are, the better. We can't take them on by ourselves.

Carita didn't need telling twice. Just being in the presence of so many Gallacarian troops sent her mind into overdrive. Every small movement was registered and brought scrutiny. The only way to escape was only if there was a distraction severe enough to draw the attention of as many of the soldiers as possible...like maybe an encounter with straggling Corinthian forces. That way, if a battle occured, they could fake their death, or the very least flee while there is a commotion. With a slight nod of the head, Carita acknowledged Kyrie's suggestion and peeled her eyes, be it a town for raiding or Corinthian soldiers. Either would most likely be slaughtered by the Gallacarian forces, but they were of no use to the Corinthians as a whole dead.

OOC: Maybe an opportunity for interaction with Leader's and Danny's character (if he ever posts)? They are Corinthian soldiers, so it'll make sense and create the said diversion for escape.


 
OOC: Casts Full-Life on the RP

IC: A few Coriinthian Soldiers were spying on a the large force of Gallacaran soldiers traversing through the area they were part of the Malderes Regiment that disbanded after a previous battle. These soldiers were still bitter over the disbandment and were ready to go into battle knowing full well they won't survive. Drawing their swords, they came down the side of the hill, yelling to the top of their lungs and charged towards the Gallacaran soldiers.

OOC: Distraction started, I would suggest you run while the Red Shirts start dropping.
 
OOC: It's worth noting folks, that the above poster's character isn't in said raid party. ;p And..... sorry for the lengthy period between posting! :gonk:

IC: The terrain had become notably treacherous as the protruding rocky surface hid the odd pack of stalking wolves quite well, though despite their inquisitiveness and potential hunger the size of their target was a little too vast for ideal hunting. Alas, they continued to stalk.

The war machines were falling behind. Against the ease of movement of those which bore fewer weapons, the supplementary soldiers were not so fortunate in their efforts at hauling these monstrous instruments. Minor modifications to mobility were utilised as they carried on, though it was to be expected that the more destructive force arrives much later in a war - so this perturbed Turel least. Something else, of far greater significance was playing on his mind - the Elements of legend. They had partially awakened -those bearing the Elements- this much he knew, but it was at too early a stage in their existences for Turel to sense their presence. It would only be a matter of time before---

... an attack? Men donning the garb of Cornithia suddenly emerged from the addling environment, charging mindlessly at the superior Gallacarian force. This was poorly timed for Turel, who was utterly perplexed by the abrupt assault, and immediately prioritised his options: he charged onward with the speed of an eagle soaring, gradually gaining greater and greater momentum until a sudden flash sparked from his person - a pale, whitish-green from the front of his chest, which seemed to encourage Turel to simply... vanish. The winds had become incredibly strong now, blowing mercilessly in the direction of Turel's quarry.

He would soon meet with his Captains. This battle was not distant.
 
OOC: I'm back baby!
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As Soren awoke he had no idea as to the time and he laid for some time before he awoke. His eyes reamain shut and he laid still, almost lifeless. He wasnt thinking, and he wasnt sleeping, just there.

After a few minutes his thoughts came to and he began to mentally awaken. He stood up on his feet, slowly. His body was stiff from a good nights sleep, but it was nothing some walking could fix. His joints were slow, so when he walked he nearly lost his arms. His eyes were adjusting to the lighting in the house. Barmetis must have left for work, he was always a busy man.

Soren decided to grab some coffee to help his mind wake up. He sat and drank slowly, inhailing and exhailing. breathing slowly, absorbing the steam that floated up from his cup.


After his coffee, Soren stepped out the door...time to head out of this place...

OOC: I would go on more but i need to think of what comes next, i just wanted to keep it going, ya know.
 
((OOC: :gasp: IT'S ALIIIIIIIIIVE.))

The attack surprised Kyrie almost as much as it had seemingly surprised Turel. Cornithian soldiers intentionally engaging a full battalion of Gallacarians in open battle? It was stupid. It was suicide.

It was also an opportunity. The opportunity the three hostages needed.

Kyrie watched as Turel dashed toward the oncoming Cornithians. With his attention diverted, she quickly stole a glance toward Carita and Alicia, hoping they saw the same chance she saw. Kyrie then looked around at the Gallacarian soldiers that made up their escort. They were transfixed on their general, waiting for orders.

By the time Kyrie turned her gaze back forward, Turel was gone. Something registered at the back of her mind, thinking she shouldn't be missing the sight of a man that big. But she pushed that thought away and focused on her escape. As the Gallacarians began moving forward to engage the attacking Cornithians, Kyrie waved her hand, hoping the other two caught her signal, then immediately broke to her right.

Her small stature and natural agility helped her scrabble along the rocky terrain beyond where the Gallacarians marched. She put very little distance between herself and the soldiers, and wondered if Carita and Alicia had gotten away. And, more importantly, if she had been followed.
 
OOC: finished.

Chance!

From the sides of her eyes, Carita spotted Kyrie breaking from the escorts, making a dash for it to the right. With guile and agility formed from her ability to effortlessly scale castle battlements, the craggy and rocky crop of rocks were no obstacleto her fleet foot. Silently like a wraith, Carita slid from her captors view and made a ghotly dash after Kyrie, although still keeping her distance. Escaping in a group would increase the chance of being spotted and if captured, they were at the mercy of their Gallacarian captors. Nimbly, Carita scurried around the rocks and outcrops, eyes darting to and fro for what she wanted.

No...no...there.

The perfect rock formation caught her eye in the perfect position. It hung up high whilst protuding upwards, providing good cover from eyes whilst a higher look out point over others. From here, she could look out for her retreating companions.
 
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((OOC: Apologies for the super slow post. ))

The sudden distraction may have proved to be a brilliant opportunity for the trio, unfortunately, for Alicia; she didn’t notice this as quickly as the other two did. Pandemonium reigned momentarily, and during that moment, she couldn’t help but notice herself going with the flow. She didn’t even notice her two companions as they dashed away from the Gallarcarian forces.

Nevertheless, the chaos didn’t last long. Alicia had been keeping an eye on Turel all this while, and saw how he began charging at the remnants of the Cornithian forces. Following their General’s actions, the soldiers all charged at the pathetic group of soldiers.

It was then; Alicia remembered what Kyrie had been telling them.

“The first chance you get to escape, get out of here. Even if we have to split up, the farther away from this army we are, the better. We can't take them on by ourselves.”

Those words echoed within the depths of her mind. Promptly turning about to look around for the two, she felt her heart race. They were nowhere in sight. The mass of soldiers that were charging along with their leader thoroughly blocked out her vision of them, wherever they were. It didn’t help that the soldiers pushing her along accompanied this dreadful revelation.

“Crap!” She hissed, as she attempted to move towards a place with fewer soldiers. This certainly wasn’t turning out well for the girl.
 
Soren Chose to head in a random direction, in hopes of finding something new in his travels. He would be going north and slightly to the west, but not very west at all. It had been a while since he did this, and for all he knew he may have already been in whatever place may lie there at this time, but he had to do something out of spite. He was growing sick of going town to town.

Soren said his goodbyes briefly and left out, he would be going by foot.

OOC: sorry, lacking inspiration, but i wanna make it so i dont have to posta 10 page essay when i meet you guys
 
The Cornithian soldiers crashed forward into the Gallarcan forces. Though the Corinthians were outmanned, outmatched, on a suicide mission (OOC: Now where have I heard that before) they were not afraid to take a few Gallarcans down with them. It seemed more like depseration rather than a full blown battle.

Still the battle continued forward, hacking and slashing their way against their enemies from the dark.
 
Kyrie scrabbled quickly over the rockery before finding a large enough boulder that she could duck behind. Cautiously, she peeked around the stone to see if she had been followed.

Mud.

She had been. She ducked back behind the boulder, sitting with her back to it, contemplating how she wanted to handle her predicament. She happened to glance to her left, where she was surprised to see Carita running parallel to Kyrie's position. Kyrie wasn't sure if she could see the three soldiers following the Haari, but she was fairly certain the soldiers hadn't seen Carita. If they did, they're definitely coming after me first. Because of that, Kyrie immediately ruled out going to Carita's position.

She could hear the footsteps of the soldiers slipping and sliding over the rockery as they came within range of Kyrie's position. Drawing her Windswords, Kyrie waited until she was sure one soldier was nearly on top of her. Spinning around the rock on her left hand, she swiped parallel to the ground with her scimitar, catching the Gallacarian by surprise and leaving a deep gash across his chest. The soldier screamed in agony and fell to the ground.

Kyrie tried to maintain the element of surprise by pressing the next closest guard, but she stumbled on a loose rock. Using the pommel of her cutlass to right herself, she spun her body around and kicked out with her right leg, sweeping the second soldiers' legs out from underneath him. From behind her, Kyrie heard the third soldier drawing his sword from its scabbard. She leapt deftly over the tripped soldier to get out from between them, then turned to face her enemy.

The downed soldier had gotten up and drawn his own sword. Kyrie now faced two armed, trained soldiers in open combat. This was not her specialty. Looking to her left, she saw Alicia, still on the road, in the vanguard of the Gallacarians. Looking directly ahead of her, between the two soldiers, she saw Carita, who hadn't yet moved from her position. To her right, Kyrie saw more rocks. Escape would be difficult that way. She would be just as likely to trip and fall or turn an ankle on a loose rock as she would be to escape.

As the two Gallacarians split, trying to outflank her, Kyrie waited for an opportunity to present itself.
 
OOC: Id say halo to that, Leader.

Carita had saw the three advancing Gallacarian soldiers, but at a too late of a time. By the time she had spotted them, they were apon Kyrie and in combat. Flanking them was not an option. She was higher and in front of Kyrie's position and with the openess of the area, she would not be able to get to Kyrie's position to help her. Carita closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was about to do something she never did.

Let's hope that all will be well.

Gripping the top of her rock, Carita launched herself high in the air, the four remaining throwing knives appeared in her hands and flew straight at the two remaining guards. It was a futile action as from that high, the angle of penertration was obscenely oblique. The knives would hit the armour slanted, doubling the effectiveness of protection, but it would probably distract them enough to give Carita enough time to get closer and to Kyrie's side.

As expected, the knives riccochet off the armour of one of the soldier. Three had gone to the one closest to her as Kyrie would have to deal with the one closer to herself. At the very least, she could distract this one. The three knives slid off the surface with a slight clink whils the last zoomed past the other guard's head. Carita landed running like a predator. With silent smoothness, both of Carita's rapiers came out llike a flash of light before the assassin launched herself high into the air again, off a rock and dove down at the guard.

UARRRGH!

Fear was to be one of her weapon. Normally, any form of talking or screaming would detract strength from Carita's style of fighting. However, the view of a diving, armoured assassin plus Carita's ghostly appearance, may upset the soldiers balance and mind slightly to give Carita even the slightest advantage. Frontal combat was always the alst path Carita took, so she had to make up for her loss of the surprise element with something




 
His options were clear: stay and fight, wasting time in the process, or flee and press onward to his planned destination. Time was of the essence now as Turel began to feel the intensity of his master's will - ever burning into the back of his mind as the days continued. Day... associated with the light of the sun during the morning and afternoon hours, encompassing the entire land with its brilliance was now losing its light - the clouds of war, brought about by Turel and his entourage, were blocking out the brightness after each region was conquered. After each victory, Turel would level each town or city, leaving an expansion of smoke in the atmosphere there.

Upon reaching the far North, the first stage would be complete - dishearten the adversary and lower all hope for victory, reducing the ultimate threat to Gallacar and the forces behind it. However, the northern-most region was some distance away, and Turel had not the power to single-handedly assault entire armies; his "allies" were necessary at this time, though he had hoped not for too much longer.

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Re-materialising required concentration, as in order to reform one needed to re-direct the winds to a single, concentrated point where Turel would materialise once more. From one army to another, he spooled together streams of pale white-green magic in a kind of vortex motion, bringing himself among the material once more, still running as if he'd never stopped.

His Captains were at the rear of the established camp, based at the foot of the mountain, as if they were patiently awaiting his timely arrival.

"General, we are prepared as per your instruction. Supplies and ammunition have been rationed for each wave. We believe there to be enough to launch an effective assault on your command."

"Good. Ignite catapult ammunition... prepare a detachment of archers nearer the base... fire."
 
Carita fell like dead weight straight onto the footmen's chest piece, sending herself and the soldier to the ground. While Carita's drop was controlled and was more like a pounce, the soldier had it much worse, his helmet head whiplashing straight into the ground, sending a reverberating thud before bouncing back up. A smile etched onto the black mask across Carita's face. It was better than she had wanted. A cranial impact that hard would leave the brain in shock from the trauma, giving maybe a half or a full minute of being incapacitated. Leaving killing the soldier later, Carita lunged off the chest piece, aiming to take out the still capable soldier off first. Should she go an finish off the first soldier, her surprise attack would be nullified. Best to quickly kill off the healthy one then take out the weak.

Best to keep moving....

Following the lunge forward was a straight forward stab with her right rapier. She aimed to puncture the armour at its weakest point, at the joints. More specifically, the right shoulder joint. With that part disabled, the opponents fighting capablities would be severely restricted.

Alas, it was not to be, as the soldier backpedalled a slight bit and swung his blade up in desperation, parrying her strike. Wide-eyed at this unexpected outcome, Carita turned her head and sent her left rapier flying at the neck of the downed soldier. Upon impact, his head jerked sideways as it hit the carotid artery before blood poured from the wound. It was a deadly wound, one where the soldier most likely wont survive. This meant that she had one less factor to worry about, but was down a rapier. That and it was now a toe to toe fight. Her opposing soldier had stepped back and gotten into position, his longsword raised beside his chest.

*Sigh..* Let's go....

From her its sheath, Carita drew her main gauche and levelled both ehr weapons horizontally at shoulder height at her opponent. Ever so slowly, she began to circle sidewards, her piercing eagle eyes never leaving that of the soldiers in his helm.
 
((OOC: Slow and steady wins the race! My posting frequency will definitely slow down significantly for all role-plays, since school has finally started for me. Nevertheless, I’m still confident of being able to post frequently enough to keep a role-play alive. I’ll leave it to you all to decide if she went the right way))

Hastily throwing several glances around her, she tried to scan the field for her two friends. They were presently nowhere in sight, and her anxiety was turning into fright. It was bad enough that the battle had begun between the foolhardy soldiers and the powerful Gallarcarian army, now, for her to be isolated deep amongst enemy ranks, things are certainly going from bad to worse.

The cold grip of fear on her heart was making her breathless, and as if in tandem with her emotions, the wind stirred. Seeing the soldiers rushing forward at the enemy’s only force her into a desperate bid to search for her friends. Her spear raised, she cut through an unfortunate soldier, just in time to make it out of encirclement.

Her sudden hostility promptly attracted the attention of the soldiers around. Some of them decided to focus on her, but her attention was not on them. “KYRIE! WHERE ARE YOU!?” She shouted, parrying an offensive by the soldiers.

Fortunately, their skills were way below Alicia’s. Without the aid of the Wind, she easily deflected them. “CARITA!” She screamed, louder than ever, turning to run off at random. Who knew if her direction was right?
 
Kyrie had been momentarily stunned by the suddenness of Carita's onslaught against the two Gallacarian soldiers. She watched as the assassin quickly dispatched one soldier, then saw her square off against the remaining soldier. Focused on Carita, the soldier had forgotten about Kyrie. It was his last mistake.

As Carita circled, the soldier turned his back to the Haari. Not one to waste an opportunity, Kyrie moved in low and swiped her cutlass across the backs of the soldier's legs, just above the knees. The man's legs buckled, and he dropped to his knees, his face skyward. As he fell, Kyrie stood behind him and drew her scimitar across his neck. The soldier crumpled to the ground clutching his throat. Almost simultaneously, Kyrie heard Alicia's shout from the road.

“KYRIE! WHERE ARE YOU!? ... CARITA!”

Serendipitously, she had chosen the correct direction. Not so serendipitously, she had drawn the attention of seemingly the entire Gallacarian regiment. A flood of the soldiers began to advance from the road, toward their position, following in Alicia's wake.

Dirt and mud. Glancing over to Carita, the Haari crouched in a defensive position, Windswords braced and at the ready. "Your call. Fight? Or flight?"
 
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Avril was walking along a wide, almost abandoned dirt track. Dust flew up with every footfall, yet fell away at Avril's will, returning to the path. She didn't quite know what she would do when she reached the palace, but one thing was almost certain.
She would destroy anything that got in her way.

Recently, the Mistress of Nothingness and Manipulation had been sensing power, rising all over. Something strong, perhaps even divine, had sparked in several locations across the area, and had faded like dying stars before she had a chance to pinpoint them. Chances were that it was nothing she couldn't handle, but she would still be cautious. Things were changing.

And Avril Vent Fleur loved it.
 
The Cornithian Army continued to launch repeated Skirmishes against the Gallarcarans, until a wave of fire arrows cut their forces down. Despite their best efforts, the Cornithian soldiers were starting to waver, one more attack like that and they would be broken, and forced to retreat.
 
"Your call. Fight? Or flight?"

The decision was hers. With slow deliberation, Carita stared down at the incoming flood of soldiers with Alicia at the head, being chased. Still, with the slowness, she yanked the rapier from the almost dead Gallacarian soldier, and severed his windpipe. As unlikely as he is in suriving, leave nothing to chance.

We fight...to ensure that...Alicia...can escape properly... If we run by...ourselves first, in this terrain...she might injure herself or slip...with no help. So...we stay until she gets...here.

That, and it was time to test something. It was time to test her new powers, to see if she could really use it for combat. At a brisk jogging pace, Carita planted herself on the highest rock, in plain sight of the Gallacarian and Alicia.

Deep breathe...and visualise....

The water blobs formed once again around her, just like before. Except, this time, in a much greater quantity. Keeping the visualised image clearly in her head, Carita snapped open her eyes, and sent her arm forward in a go forth motion and let out an uncharacteristic shout to her friend.

ALICIA! Get DOWN!

In that instant, the blobs of water jushed forward and turned into a flying torrent of water at chest height. Carita rolled on the fact that she believed Alicia being more than capable of ducking low and scurrying under the torrent while it arched into the soldiers behind.
 
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