Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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to move story along, yes accept escort mission. lose ourselves in forest, leave notable markings for Jacks to track everyone down if we separate in confusion if something bad happens.
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Short Sword, MC Long Sword*, Dagger, RxB & RHB [20/10] MC Shade Cloak, 4 Throwing Daggers, 3x Healing Vials, 451C, [3]Dark Venom, [4]Unseen Chains, Food, Dark Steed- Spike

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Still amused by her own private little joke, the socially awkward mage let loose another half-smile. The thought of having her own retainers wasn't quite almost ludicrous, she was a Tier Three mage of questionable nobility, nobody of consequence, and one day she would earn the right to have a retinue of her own, but that day was still far, far away. It was an easy thing for Kykysh to question her origins, most nobles could trace their lineage back for many generations, but Modrane was practically a ghost, a Mistress of Shadows born of the shadows, her place in society invisible and known only to her. All the tall sorceress knew of her father was that he was, or maybe still is, a Vauvalka, but beyond that Kykysh didn't even know his name.

Syjahel conducted herself with confidence, to the point were she could make a joke at her own expense in the comfort of familiar people, and perhaps even amongst strangers... Strangers like Kykysh who, unfortunately for the sapling mage, was not blessed with the comfortable grace with which Syjahel conducted herself. Living in the Circle Tower for the majority of her life, a place that wasn't exactly conductive for friendships, though Kykysh had managed to scrape together a few acquaintance's, and having a distinct lack of any male interaction had rendered Kykysh practically inept when it came to any kind of relationship with other people.

Now, outside in the real world, Kykysh had a chance to make some friends and do something meaningful with her life - even if it did risk an apocalypse and the total annihilation of the world as she knew it, but that just made the whole adventure just a little bit more exciting.

Stick with plan and do her best not to be useless for once!

OOC: You see, guys, Kykysh may not be as bad as you think :)
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Five Druchii to storm a village and start a war. Thirty to one, good odds. Never the less a little preparation was in order, sinking back into the cover of the forest and just out of sight of the village the mercenaries found a secluded grove away from the path to wait for sundown. They still had some hours until dusk, fortunate given their plans. Some magic could be pulled (quite literally) out of a hat, but greater works required a little bit of time. In this case Kykysh had a considerable feat in mind, she would swathe this village and its surrounding countryside in mist. Now to create mist or fog on such a scale would be nearly impossible, creation in any meaningful sense always took far more energy than the layman might imagine and blanketing a small valley was beyond her scope as well the weather mage knew. This though was a mountainous region bordering the sea. Moisture hung heavy in the air and if it was warm it was humid. There was opportunity here.

Taking a seat on a freshly cleared patch of earth Kykysh selected a handful of objects from about her person including what looked like a small weather gauge and a wax tablet with writing stick. Asking not to be disturbed the sorceress set to work. It was a long wait, the others took their turn on sentry duty, some slept if they could. Blades were sharpened and re-sharpened, fletching’s checked, armour buckled and unbuckled and buckled again. A meal of hard tack and cold rabbit washed down by water helped the time creep by. After several hours Jacks thought he felt an increase in the humidity, not long after everyone began noting a hazy quality to the air. At long last, as the sun was beginning to dip below the tree line, Kykysh put away her instruments and rose.
"It's done, the mist will continue to thicken for an hour or so yet, then nature will do what it will do, I haven't had time to make a proper forecast. Still we should have a few hours of cover in the night."

Sure enough hazy gave way to misty and by sun down even the keen eyed shade could barely see the hand in front of his face. Half consciously he patted the pouch where his Eye nestled, it would come in useful tonight he was sure. Leaving the horses hobbled in the minute clearing the mercenaries once more made their way towards the village. A scant few minutes saw them back on the ridge gazing down. Of the village little could be seen but dim lights marked its location. Faint through the mist but pure and white they could not be flames, some sort of witch-light perhaps? In any case they helped to mark the way.

In accordance with the simple yet (hopefully) effective plan this was where they would split. Kykysh as magical expert would be escorted by Jacks through the village to the Waystone, there to cause what mayhem she could with the ancient wards. The rest would wait in reserve outside the walls but close enough to cause a ruckus if needs be. A final hope of luck was voiced before each party vanished from sight.

The mist and fog made it almost impossible to see, Kykysh found herself losing Jacks’ dark form almost at once for all that he stayed within a few feet of her. Jacks could see little better but it was a long time since he had relied on his eyes alone. To him Kykysh’s quiet footsteps told a story all their own and he knew not to get too far ahead. Ghosting through the night only a blacker sort of grey punctured by an ever growing light hinted at their destination. It was not a tall palisade, they veered away from the light that surely marked the gate house and drifted right a little way.
So far there had been little danger, no one could see far in this fog, but now they would have to begin the riskier part of this operation. Hand in pocket Jacks laid hands upon the Eye and watched the world light up. Beyond the wall a sea of bronze and golden bodies came distantly into view, scattered throughout the village. Just now however he needed information closer to home. Gazing upwards he cursed silently as he saw the glowing form of a sentry on the wall not ten feet away. This spot would never do.

Taking Kykysh by the hand Jacks led her further on to the right a ways before checking once again; clear this time, the nearest sentry was the same as before now thirty feet distant whilst the next along the wall stood even further. By daylight, even by starlight, they might well have been seen but in this weather the guards were all but blind. Almost grinning at the simplicity of the plan Jacks made a stirrup of his hands and braced as Kykysh stepped up first into his hands and then up onto his shoulders. Her oft mocked height came good as the sorceress found the very top of the palisade and hauled herself over. Quickly as she could the tall wind worker stretched down as far as she was able, just reaching Jacks’ out stretched hands beneath. Pulling him over was a struggle especially with the need for absolute silence. Blood pumping in both of their ears it was a tense few moments before Jacks was able to grip the top of the wall and pull himself through onto the fire step.

Panting softly both waited, ears pricked, for any sign that they were discovered. A soft lilting voice rang out from the mist along the wall, it went unanswered. Uncertain but glad that no alarm bells had yet been rung the pair duplicated their feet with Jacks lowering Kykysh down into the village beyond before dropping down himself.

Beyond the village limits the rest of the Druchii also crept closer. Heavily armoured they moved slowly and carefully making certain that their harness did not jingle in the still night. A well timed distraction may be required to save their comrades but if they jumped the gun the consequences could be dire. For now Syjahel, Carathyle and Cannanatra would have to hold themselves back yet they could not be so far away that they could not act when needed. This was why they crept, inch by inch, foot step by foot step, towards the light burning atop of the gate house.

Comforted by the thought that reinforcement, if not quite at hand, was at least closer than a continent away Jacks and Kykysh slid into the Asur village. Houses rose close to the walls, blocks of black in the darkness with slanted thatched roofs. Each lay apart from the others with a green space to the fore, most peculiar but then the Asur were known to be a perverse people. Fastening his hand round the Eye once again Jacks studied the place. Most of the nearby houses had three or four elves within. Many lay horizontal, smaller blurs for the most part, probably children. In several houses full grown shapes sat, stood or moved and in the direction of the gate house Jacks could see the bright shimmer of several bodies closed into too small a space. The village was quiet, disturbingly so. No Druchii settlement truly slept when the sun went down, there were so very many things to see in the dark.

Disturbing as it may have been the peace of the place made their task easier. The Eye also showed the Waystone starkly against the night and this close Kykysh could feel it like a dying heart. Ever watchful and with daggers in hand the duo went in search of the stone. It was harder to move now, fences and walls often blocked their way and they had scant warning of them. The clang that rang out as Jacks knocked his foot against a stack of rakes sounded like the very sky collapsing to the two dark elves but seemed to bother no one else.

Closer to the centre of the village buildings started to grow bigger, their green spaces grew too. Here no doubt the wealthier elves made their home, crafters of skill, merchants and their ilk. Edging round the side of one such they made it too the central circle. Even Jacks could feel the Waystone now, a throbbing, growing, draining sort of energy. It felt as though the very rock was sapping his life force and yet giving it back into the world, perhaps it gave more than it took perhaps it took more than it gave but the feeling was not a natural one. For the magically attuned Kykysh the feeling was much more powerful. The winds of magic raged around the stone being drawn in from miles around and yet even as they touched it they vanished, just like that. There were other wards here as well, wards of breaking and binding and burning. She would have to tread very carefully.

To either side of the stone like two sentinels the largest buildings of the settlement rose up. In the dark and the fog neither elf could see much of them but one at least must belong to the noble or elder of the place, the other perhaps a temple or an inn? Who knew what these ‘high’ elves considered important, maybe it was an art gallery or a dance hall. What mattered was the stone.

Drawing his handbow and dagger for covert work Jacks urged Kykysh on, this was her area and he needed to make sure that she survived long enough to complete their given task and hopefully a little longer. There was no way to sneak now, the Waystone was right in the open at the very central point of the village. A saunter was as good as a shuffle; Kykysh sauntered, Jacks stalked, it amounted to the same thing.

They were close now, so close. Another few feet and Jacks would be able to touch it, he did not but rather kept an eye and an ear and even a nose on the surroundings. This was the most dangerous and unpredictable part of this whole crazy scheme, he had no idea what to expect when Kykysh began her work. Nor with all of his training did he expect to be surprised when a voice rang out in low, harsh, badly accented Druck Eltharion
“Halt bounder! Lay down your arms!” Jacks had little intention of doing so, not when ordered by one clearly Asur. Turning as swiftly as he could the shade just made out a shape in the gloom. White robes and a long gleaming sword, he should have spotted him earlier, certainly before the elf spotted him, and yet here they were. The elf was only six feet away and his levelled sword made up that distance by well over half.

Kykysh had turned too, a few feet behind Jacks she at least was not being directly threatened but the outlook was bleak. Still she was now within touching distance of their objective. Maybe Jacks could kill one elf but this one looked tough and what was more he had the look of a magical adept about his aura. This standoff stretched for several seconds, neither spoke, Jacks neither putting down his arms nor attacking for the sword master much surely have the advantage from this position. Minds raced as minds will tend to do until fate delivered a present in the form of a drunk.

“What’s all this then!” an elf blundered out of one of the large spired buildings with a lamp in one hand and what smelled a great deal like a goose leg in the other
“Master Valnier the squire has honoured you with a place at high table and I find you here playing with that blade of yours! Not done sir not done at all!” That is what he said, Jacks and Kykysh had only the tone nor did they follow the Sword Master’s much quieter riposte

“The White tower does not play Major-domo, we have Druchii,”

They heard the last word, the goose bearing elf heard it too and with a frightened attempt at a laugh he peered hard at Jacks. Dark clothes, hooded head, curved dagger, handbow. Unfortunately right at this moment Jacks looked every inch the Druchii assassin, the stuff of Asur nightmares.
“Now we must be quiet, this is a delicate…”
“ASSASIN!!!” the light barer screamed at the top of his lungs “DRUCHII!!!”
He ran off screaming towards the big house. Already doors and windows were opening to see what all the fuss was about. In mere moments a loud clanging could be heard from the spire. Warning bells. Snarling with frustration the sword master made his move.

Outside the three warriors had come close up to the wall, it was perhaps ten feet away with the gate house five or six feet to the right along the curve of the wall. They stood in full armour, waiting for any sign that a distraction might be needed. They heard the bell. Everyone heard the bell. If they were going to do something they needed to do it quickly or all might be lost.

Jacks and Kykysh are at the very centre of the village, Kyksh at the way stone Jacks a few feet away. The sword master is directly opposite Jacks and has his sword drawn, Jacks has a dagger and handbow drawn. The Waystone is in the centre of a circle of large buildings dominated by two spires both of which have several lights on providing some illumination. There is clear meadow for fifty feet in every direction.

Cannanatra, Carathyle and Syjahel are outside of the palisade and close to the guard house. They are on foot and unspotted up to this point. There is a bright light atop the guard house but with the thick mist visibility remains poor even in the area lit up. – Drainial
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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The long wait had been watchful but not especially onerous. Sentry time on the Northern defences had been rather similar; and if the young noblewoman had been on that duty because of her father's desire that all his children see some decent wartime experience in the time of hateful peace, this was, technically, something she'd volunteered for. Syjahel suppressed a grimace at that. If they were volunteers, Jacks was a Maibd. However, she could not deny the possibilities that would open up, politically, if they survived. Now all she had to do was avoid having the next opening be of someone's entrails.

The tall Mage had been far from idle. True to her craft, Kykysh had worked hard preparing some of her magics, and through her sorcerous arts conjured the light evening mist into a thick fog. It was a masterstroke - at once natural-seeming and effective. And, as natives of the Land of chill, the five Druchii weren't about to let a little inclement weather hinder them. She and Jacks made their way as they'd agreed to the palisade, to approach the stone directly by stealth. Syjahel and her companions edged around towards the gatehouse, to serve as a distraction should one be needed.

Though the plan was a good one, and Khaine might be watching over his favoured children the Asur have gods of their own. Perhaps it was one of these who alerted the slumbering wardens of the stones, or perhaps someone had simply had the bad luck to be scented by guard dog (did they have such things?) but the gig was up. With a hissed curse she looked to Carathyle and Cananatra.

"That's our call. I don't think we have the numbers to storm the gate - it's scale the walls or set them on fire. Unless you think we can make it up that tower? If we can get inside we might be able to open the gate from there or at the very least, use the beacon to good effect again."

She indicated the gate tower closest to them on the gatehouse itself. Certainly it had a guard or maybe two, but it was designed to be defended if the wall was taken and if they get into it from the outside and fast enough, they might be able to make a big enough distraction to be useful. Also, it had likely got a watch-beacon and that meant flammable material.


Get ready to climb. Tower for preference. I'm thinking that with the mist soaking everything the wood is too damp to set ablaze - if it's not then it's time to sacrifice a lantern or two and get a blaze going. People in wooden settlements hate fire, and as we know, only fools fight in a burning house.
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His back rested against the palisade, Carathyle kept his mouth and eyes shut in his time apart. Though he was awake, he was more concerned with the noises that could be heard from inside the village, who knows what happens inside. But it didn't take long before the signal of infiltration had been given, and the bell rang vividly. His eyes sprang open, his arms appeared from underneath the white robe as it slowly dropped off his shoulder, along with the remaining Asur disguise.

"That's better." He spoke as he adjusted the straps to his armour, "I could scale the wall if you want me to, hit the guards from two sides instead of one, or go over to Jacks and assist them. He's unarmoured and neither is the Witch."

Carathyle knew it was partially his plan right now, the mist had been exceptionally effective in order to conceal them from direct sight, but it seemed like it turned against them.

Carathyle should be capable of scaling the wall on his own without help(or maybe a tiny boost) thanks to the Acrobatics training he has. Thus the suggestion of him going either topside to flank the guards and distract them for Syjahel and Cananatra, or rush over to Jacks' position to aid in the defense.
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Standing there and sneaking about in the mist reminded Cananatra how tiresome he found the whole stealthy movement thing. It was almost a relief to hear a commotion in the town itself, almost. It seemed like the sneaky shade had been less sneaky than was needed, or perhaps it was the sorceress. In either case they'd be needing the distraction and it was up to the three druchii outside to create that distraction. "Fire's always good. We can set it and make for the fight in the town. I'd guess they may need some close in support if they attracted many of the guards." Locking his hands he nodded towards Carathyle. "Up you go then. I'll push Syjahel up after you and if we're still unnoticed you two can pull me up. If not, well, try and get the gate open for me."

Simple idea to just boost the other two up. Strength to weight would suggest Cananatra being last.

OOC: I imagine the gate locked for the night anyway.
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Syjahel looked from one fellow warrior to the other and nodded, with just the suggestion of a grim smile. After all, along with the interruption they did now face the prospect of imminent bloodshed.

"That sounds like a winning combination. After you, Master Maveric."


Up the wall, fire, then to the fight. Fun for all the family.
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"Cursed Mother of Night..."

Jacks knew it was a risk to stand in the open without checking...his senses were dimmer than he thought they'd be in this mist.

"How long will you need? I can buy you time, proceed with the task if you have the focus, we are worse than dead if we go back having failed our mission."

Jacks was not prepared to die for the mission, yet he had been through worse with his companions, it was time he tested his mettle against Asur dogs before he continued his personal quest. Yet...with Kykysh to protect, Jacks could not stray too far nor rely on agility to avoid blows that may stray to her.

"Curse it all!" Jacks gritted his teeth silently as his chivalry was put on the line. He did not wish to see another dead companion, he liked this peculiar mage.

"Hurry with your task, I will keep them from you, the others should be arriving soon, once you're done, we'll withdraw to the others. Stay close and I'll see us both out of here alive!"

Urge kykysh to begin her work if the focus is there to complete it. Hold ground against the Swordmaster and fire to break his charge before counter-charging. Aim to buy time for Kykysh, kill where possible. Stay close to Kykysh to intercept any other engagers.
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All around the town centre was bursting into life, lights flaring higher in windows, heads poked out. No one was coming out to answer the call to arms though, not yet at least. This left Jacks and the sword master staring levelly at one another in silence. Jacks was the first to break it with a hushed question for Kykysh

“A few minutes, it is warded,” was her reply, the weather mage already laying hands on the stone, her eyes glazing over as she finished talking.

The sword master's eyes narrowed as he glanced at Kykysh and guessed her intent. With a near incoherent battle cry (it was either 'Hoeth!' or 'Hrungth!') he leapt at Jacks. Ready for such a move Jacks shot from the hip hoping to cripple or at least wound the high elf before he could close. To the shade's surprise the long blade slanted with breathtaking speed to block the bolt knocking it aside with a clang. This did at least retard the sword master's momentum and Jacks went on the attack dropping his hand bow in favour of a dagger in his off hand. His sword sword lunged high while the dagger struck low but the Asur moved swiftly twisting aside and slicing diagonally to sever Jacks from shoulder to hip. Blocking with both blades Jacks avoided this fate but the power of the blow rocked him back leaving him vulnerable for the kick that followed slamming into his chest and sending him stumbling backwards.

It was clear (or would have been had they known of it) that Jacks had his hands full with the sword master and was in no position to deal with reinforcements. Time for a distraction then. At the foot of the wall a hurried and hushed discussion taking place mostly by hand signals quickly decided on a course of action. Forming a stirrup with his hands Cannanatra let Carathyle step on before hauling him upwards where the younger elf grabbed hold of the battlements and pulled himself gracefully over. Subtlety was not the order of the day and even as he rose to his full height the sentry on the wall perhaps six feet away, previously staring inwards towards the source of the bells, gave a strangled shout of alarm and drew his sword.

Carathyle followed suit even as Syjahel's head popped up over the side dragging herself over in a rather less elegant clank. The gate house was to their right and close at hand with the pure white witch light blazing in the fog. It was immpossible to tell if there were elves within but it was probably safe to assume at least a few guards sheltered within and they must have heard the sentries' warning call.

The Asur continued to bray in Tar Eltharion with his sword held in a low guard making no move to attack. This left Syjahel plenty of time to reach down and held Cananatra gain the ramparts. Carathyle had the pleasure of dealing with the sentry which he did in suitably brazen fashion, parrying the less skilled warrior's text book and therefore rather predictable thrust and kicking him off of the fire step and into the village below.

By the time all three were up on the wall the guards below must surely have noticed that something was going on. With Cananatra taking the lead in the narrow way the three Druchii entered the gate house. It was a simple enough construction; standing perhaps eight feet higher than the wall itself it was made of wood with carving around the doorway. Twelve feet across it was much wider than it was deep and at the very tip blazed the light. Entering the building Cananatra saw three things in the narrow wooden hallway. A small hole with a ladder going up presumably towards the light, a similar hole in the floor and an elven warrior dressed in blue and cream with a flagon in one hand and his helmet in the other. As the young elf looked at Cananatra's looming form filling the doorway his oval eyes widened and he let out a sing song exclaimation as he dropped the flagon and struggled to draw his sword. Beneath them more noises could now be heard, chairs scraping back, swords unsheathed, voices raised. Panic.

Jacks is fighting the Sword Master by the Way stone. Neither has yet been wounded and although attention has been drawn to their fight no one has come to interfere yet. Kykysh is touching the stone and presumably doing something magical to it. Syjahel, Carathyle and Cananatra are up on the wall and Cannanatra has entered the gate house via an unlocked door. There is a ladder leading up and another leading down. -Drainial
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Cananatra puffed slightly as he pulled himself, with a lot of help from Syjahel, up over the wall. He was strong, but also wearing a massive amount of armour and it was after all, a wall. And here I was led to believe that most Asur were weak fools. It seems even as fools elves have enough intellect to build walls. His eyes took in the scene at the top of the wall as he regained his composure. Carathyle was having some fun with the sentry who seemed rather inexperienced and was soon rather dead. Or probably wished his was after that fall.

Pulling his sword free he settled the shield on his left arm as he pounded towards the gatehouse. It looked strangely similar to the small fort they had attacked earlier. Perhaps the same elf had built them both. As he entered it though he made sure to put such thoughts out of his head, it was hard enough to hear his patron as it was. Probably something to do with the stone. The room was well lit, even though it seemed like a strange light shone from above. Cananatra wasn't interested in above though, he wanted to get down and into the center of town. Certain ideas where forming and they tugged at the side of his mouth. Before him was some pathetic youth in soldiers gear trying to pull free a sword. That simply wouldn't do.

Cananatra will kill the guy ahead of him and head downstairs. He'll kill people in the way but wont get stuck into duels. The objective is the center of the town and anyone in his way better weigh a lot more than him because he planned to knock them off their feet, maybe put some steel through them, and keep going, clearing a path for the others to follow.
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Cananatra puffed slightly as he pulled himself, with a lot of help from Syjahel, up over the wall. He was strong, but also wearing a massive amount of armour and it was after all, a wall. And here I was led to believe that most Asur were weak fools. It seems even as fools elves have enough intellect to build walls. His eyes took in the scene at the top of the wall as he regained his composure. Carathyle was having some fun with the sentry who seemed rather inexperienced and was soon rather dead. Or probably wished his was after that fall.

Pulling his sword free he settled the shield on his left arm as he pounded towards the gatehouse. It looked strangely similar to the small fort they had attacked earlier. Perhaps the same elf had built them both. As he entered it though he made sure to put such thoughts out of his head, it was hard enough to hear his patron as it was. Probably something to do with the stone. The room was well lit, even though it seemed like a strange light shone from above. Cananatra wasn't interested in above though, he wanted to get down and into the center of town. Certain ideas where forming and they tugged at the side of his mouth. Before him was some pathetic youth in soldiers gear trying to pull free a sword. That simply wouldn't do.

Cananatra will kill the guy ahead of him and head downstairs. He'll kill people in the way but wont get stuck into duels. The objective is the center of the town and anyone in his way better weigh a lot more than him because he planned to knock them off their feet, maybe put some steel through them, and keep going, clearing a path for the others to follow.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Syjahel watched her retainer vault nimbly over the wall, given a nice head start in the leap by Cananatra. Then it was her turn, and gripping the edge of the defences like an enemy's throat she hauled herself up. It wasn't as elegant as she would have liked, but it was successful and the noblewoman was no prima donna. Getting the job done was what mattered.

The trouble with having a strapping Druchii lad like Cananatra on one's team, she reflected as she tried to heave the former Corsair up by main force, was just that. Muscle mass is heavy. If anything, he seemed even more dauntingly muscular than when they'd first met. Well, daunting to the enemy; useful to have on one's own side. Somehow between the two of them they got him onto the wooden battlements, and she readied her sword to face down the troops she'd expected would be coming long the wall while Cananatra ran to storm the gatehouse.

It seemed that reinforcements weren't forthcoming in her chosen direction, so wasting no time the highborn ran to the gatehouse herself, seeking a better way down than the one just granted to the first luckless defender. Carathyle and Cananatra had no need of her direction at a time like this, and she could see a way up to the top of the tower. Bringing down the light ought to throw a bit more confusion onto the proceedings, even if she didn't find a source of ignition. Swinging her shield around to her back, she made to shin swiftly up the ladder that led to the witch-light.

"See to those below, I will join you once the light is out."




Up the ladder, ready to kill anyone waiting to kill her as she gets to the top - shield above her head would be good here - out to break the light using the insides to spread fire if possible, to add to the confusion if not. Druchii, she figures, are just more used to spending time in the dark ...
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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"A nimble Elf is a useful elf", it was the saying of an old Army friend of Carathyle's, one he wished had returned from one of his patrols through the wilds. The young soldier had been a very skinny person, but his skills with a sword and his way around and across obstacles was fascinating. Within the group he was travelling with these days, Carathyle always seemed to be the most brash, the least caring about his own safety, but one's behaviour is easily influenced by one's environment. Carathyle and his friend were a pair that were excellent duos in combat. Carathyle was always a bit of a Maverick from home, but his friend, his friend exceeded him in all of his brash ways. Carathyle went in to pin the enemy, his friend would go so up-close he could lick the sweat off his foe's forehead. The pair was often together, purely as friends but it was rare to see Druchii get along that well that they consider each other as friends.

Carathyle took a couple steps back as his eyes looked up at the wall that separated him from the village. A near-silent whisper emerged from his lips, "May Khaine favour the bold, the brave and the victorious." In a split second, Carathyle charged straight at Cananatra, his sheath tapping against his leg as he made for the waiting Druchii. Putting a single boot in Cananatra's cupped hands, Carathyle got flung up against the wall. As swift as he could, the elf placed his boots against the wooden poles of the wall and scaled up higher, grasping hold of the edge and flung himself onto the walkways. With a single deep breath, the young soldier centered his mind again on the task at hand, only to hear an elf shouting. Turning his eyes to the source, Carathyle slowly returned to full height, a wretched grin on his face as he heard the Elf yell. The maverick's blade was grasped by its hilt with Carathyle's right hand and slowly emerged from the scabbard, as the young Maveric stepped toward the sentry, stretching his neck a bit until he heard it crunch. The elf was shouting in Tar Eltharion, a language Carathyle was able to understand even if rudimentary. The sentry yelled words of alarm, no doubt to warn his comrades, followed by a series of insults directly straight at Carathyle. "Son of a whore-mother? I see, so you've heard of my mother's exquisite abilities to entertain a mere stable-boy, you must be jealous." The brash youth replied, "I hope you'll give that tramp my regards, and those of my father as well when you meet her."

A mere side-step was enough to force his opponent's blade to miss its mark, Carathyle had already expected the strike at him as he got closer though he didn't expect it to be so sloppy, "I hope you can fly." Twisting his body around, Carathyle placed his boot against the sentry's flank and pushed. The sentry let out a scream of terror, before landing on the damn grass underneath. The scream faded in a loud thud, and Carathyle's eyelids lowered in severe disappointment. Carathyle kept his sword out of its scabbard as he turned toward Syjahel who only just managed to pull Cananatra onto the battlement, "What a bore these Asur are." Settling in line, Carathyle made straight for the gatehouse following both Cananatra and Syjahel though he had different plans as to get down to the center of the town. Where Cananatra and Syjahel pounded through the gatehouse, Carathyle stepped onto a simple ledge, "I entrust the guards to you two. I'll go ahead of you and reinforce Jacks, get there as soon as possible. Only Khaine knows what's going on there."

Carathyle will jump off the embattlement. I'm trusting on his Acrobatics skills that he should have learned to jump from a certain height and not break any of his bones. Once he has, go straight for the center to reïnforce Jacks.

OOC: How typical. There are guards in the gatehouse and Carathyle's like "I DO WHAT I WANT!"[/b] and goes in order to beat Cananatra to it. Would also ease the task for Cananatra, he would be in less of a hurry and would be able to be more focused on the guards. Make sure they're killed off properly before moving on. REMEMBER: You don't slice your enemy once, you don't cut them in half! You go "Chop! Chop! Chop!, Three piece, move on."
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Jacks licked his lips in anticipation of the fight to be had, if they were alone, he'd be more aggressive and enjoy it more, but his task was to protect Kykysh whom has put her trust in him to keep enemies off while she did her task. Jacks was no knight, yet his chivalrous nature kept him from straying too far from Kykysh's side, Jacks stood his ground, keeping his distance from Kykysh in check lest stray blows struck her. The swordmaster lived to his name, even in a drunken state, his sword movements were swift and solid. Jacks will struggle, his only intention is to stall until help arrived or until Kykysh was done so they may disappear into the night. Crouching low, short sword and dagger in hands, Jacks swayed in soft motion, ready to pounce and test the Swordmaster's sword skills with a flurry of strikes high and low. Jacks was not going to lose, he will close in to render the Swordmaster's swings less lethal.

Keep distance from Kykysh, make sure he's within reach to respond to further enemy attacks on Kykysh. Hold ground and fight only to stall the Swordmaster. Get in close when fighting to render his long sword's swings less effective.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Unfazed by the guard in his way Cananatra thundered forwards down the narrow stretch to crash bodily into the Asur. Ignoring the clatter of a thrown helmet bouncing off of his shoulder the larger elf slammed shield first into the Asur knocking him backwards down through the hatch in the floor where he crumpled moaning. Sliding his shield onto his back Cananatra leapt down the hatch ignoring the ladder seeing that it was not a long drop. Besides it was a soft landing, several score kilos of elf and armour thudded down on one knee right on top of the Asur below. The High elf did not appear to enjoy this and Cananatra left him to his pain, there were more pressing matters. For a start several more high elves.

The lower floor of the gate house was larger than the upper level, an oblong of painted wood. A high oval table occupied the left hand side of the room opposite the understated and yet all important exit. Three elves sat, swiftly rising, at the table. Half a loaf of bread and the skeleton of a small roasted bird suggested they had recently finished with dinner and had settled down for a few drinks. The state of military discipline in Ulthuan living up to its peace time reputation, in this village at least. One guard at least was already out of his seat, presumably coming to investigate his college's abrupt tumble. Quickly drawing a flanged mace from a weapons rack by the door he snapped a flurry of commands in rapid fire Tar Eltharion as the others scrambled for arms.

Cananatra had two choices, either fight them all here or leave, he chose the later. Charging forwards he tried to barge the mace wielder out of the way. To his irritation the elf leapt to one side and landed a solid blow on Cananatra's right pauldron and stood blocking the exit. Knowing that the others would surely be on him shortly and then he would be committed to a protracted fight the warrior had to act quickly. Ramming his shoulder hard into the Asur Cananatra knocked him back a few steps and rushed on to the door. It opened to a kick and he hurridly slammed it shut behind him. It would hold them for mere seconds but he was through.

Carathyle took a different route. The fire step was a good nine feet above the ground but hardly an insurmountable drop. Sheathing his sword Carathlye dropped down off the edge, gripping the top and leting himself dangle down, more than halving the distance, before dropping the rest of the way and landing in a crouch. Rising he drew his sword again. The elf he had kicked off was lying supine on the floor crying out and clutching at his leg. The Druchii slashed his throat without pausing and turned his attention to the surrounds.

The village was coming to life, lights flared up in the windows, elves were emerging from their houses. Not every house but some and most were armed. Swords, spears, bows; much like their Dark cousins the Asur levy remained in arms even if not in service. In the darkness and the mist it was nigh on impossible to count them but they appeared to be heading towards the centre of the village. A slam turned Carathyle's attention towards the gate house where he saw Cananatra. There was no sign of Syjahel.

This was because Syjahel had not taken the low road but the high. Following Cananatra along the upper floor of the gate house she went up as he went down taking the ladder skyward. Emerging back into the close air she was almost blinded by the light so close at hand. It was not quite like anything she had ever seen. Unlike the beacon fire which was in the end simply tinder and fuel this was a large dome of glass filled with what seemed to be some kind of luminous gas. There did not appear to be any kind of controls, not that she could see at least, but then she wasn't trying to turn it off, she was trying to make a scene.

There are times in life and especially in war where nuance has no place, this was one of them. In lieu of better options Syjahel decided to whack it, and whack it she did giving the surface a solid blow with the flat of her sword. The glass was thick, a thin spiders web of cracks flitted away from her steel, she struck again. The cracks thickened and spread, she was making progress. The question was of course what would happen when the light broke? She would soon find out. Striking twice more Syjahel was rewarded by a splintering smash, and a thunderous explosion.

In the village centre Jacks registered a great boom to westwards but dared not take his attention from the fight at hand. Focused as he was he yet noticed that they were no longer alone. Elves were emerging from their houses in dribs and drabs with weapons in hand from kitchen knives to war spears. Worse news came from the nearby spire into which the drunk who had raised the alarm had vanished. A gaggle of elves had appeared on the portico, non were armoured but all had good weapons in hand, four elves of quality presumably trained in arms. All were staring though not at the desperate fight between shade and sword master but at a red haze through the mist. Something big was alight, a great threat in a settlement of wood and thatch.

In any event there was not much Jacks could do about it. Darting forwards the shade just barely turned a thrust that would have split his heart in half and raked a swift cut up at the Asur's violet eyes. Jerking his head aside the Sword Master dodged the blow and swung sideways as if trying to sweep Jacks out of the way. It was a clumsier move (these things being relative when it comes to the Blades of Hoeth), Jacks risked a fractional glance to find out why. Kykysh was still holding the stone between both hands, her muttering grew louder by the moment and a white light had begun to seep out from between her fingers. He was trying to get to the sorceress, killing Jacks had become secondary, the Shade could use that. Ducking under the swing with an agile roll Jacks slashed upwards grazing the Sword master's thigh even as he blocked a second attack to his stomach and whirled round. A flurry of heavy strokes forced Jacks backwards but first blood went to the Druchii, and he was no nearer to Kykysh.

At the palisade both Carathyle and Cananatra turned at the thunder of guns. Cana had heard a Dwarven cannon once, the sound was much the same. The shock wave nearly knocked the pair over. Looking up the warriors could see that the top story of the gatehouse was gone leaving the second story a broken splintered platform swathed in fire, a fire that was racing outwards even as they watched consuming the gate and edging along the wall. Sparks flew, this fire would get worse before it got better. But what of Syjahel?

Syjahel lay, blinking, on the cold damp earth of a flower bed, Azaleas crushed beneath her head. There had been a great white light, and a roar, and another light, white as well yet somehow separate, more familiar. Unconsciously she still clutched her Silver Shield talisman in one hand while her sword rested on her open palm in the other. She felt no pain, was, so far as she could tell, unharmed. There was a ringing in her ears but that would pass, hopefully. Pushing aside her shock she sat up to see a pair of elves staring at her. Both were male, one dressed in a brown peasant's tunic, the other naked from the waist up wearing only a loin cloth poorly tied to cover his modesty. The first held a spear levelled at her, the second held a spade. Well, at the very least she had attracted some attention. A fact that Cananatra and Carathyle saw to their delight, almost all of the dim figures which had been hurrying towards the sound of bells were now streaking towards the burning wall, and them.

Jacks remains locked in combat with the Sword Master but he is now trying to get to Kykysh. A group of four dignitaries have emerged into the village green but have not yet engaged, three more regular folk are also in the green but have yet to engage.

Cananatra and Carathyle had won free of the wall and are outside. They are unharmed but there are an indeterminate number (at least 20, probably more) are running towards them.

Syjahel has been thrown clear of the explosion that destroyed the gate house and has landed in someone's garden in the outer ring of houses. She would be able to see the boys if she stood up and turned around, they are about ten feet away. There are two armoured but armed elves about five feet away rather cross that she is squashing the flowers. -Drainial
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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As I'm drawing a complete blank, coping with a severe writer's block both RP wise and writing wise AND being severely frustrated with school at this moment, I can't put up a half decent post. So, just to put some motion back into the group: Carathyle will break free from the encirclement and head over to Syjahel, in an effort to slay the two men at arms and assist her in getting back up on her feet. As well as protecting her from any other threats.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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If, as a child, Syjahel had been asked what she saw in her future, she might have mentioned becoming a Bride of Khaine, or a great general, or a great Corsair explorer. Being stared at by a confused gardener as she lay in his flowerbed was nowhere on that list.

There had been a burst of light, a sudden explosion and a sensation of hurtling through the air. The last thing she remembered before that had been the desire to smash the light-beacon - ah. Shaking her head for a moment, and staring somewhat stupefied at the silvered shield-talisman in her hand, the warrior-woman forced her rattled senses to obey her and, with a murmured prayer of thanks to Khaine, took in her surroundings.

Softness. A beautiful perfume, tantalising the night air. Crushed flower-petals, settling in her hair and falling, like the gentlest of rains, over her - armour. So. Clearly not some kind of pleasant liaison, although there did seem to be a mostly naked man involved.

Although the spade might not seem much of a threat, in essence it was an edged weapon with reach, so she did not discount it. The other was armed with a spear, which she knew from her brothers' tales was something every Asur trained with, much like the dranach regiments, so she did not doubt that he knew how to use it. Leaping to her feet with as much speed as she could muster, she attempted to nullify the advantage of longer distance weapons in the best way she knew how: get inside their reach. On her way charging forward to engage the spearman with her sword, she decided she would try to twitch the insecure loincloth from its owner. Syjahel had absolutely zero desire to see a naked Asur, but she understood that they prided themselves on modesty, so she thought it worth a try if it made him back off from the fight for even a moment.


Get up as soon as she is able and try to pull away the cloth in passing strictly to discomfit its owner into defending his modesty rather than his garden plants. Then attempt to engage the spearman too close for the greater reach of the spear to be an advantage. Try not to get clouted over the back of the head with a spade in the meantime. It would be lovely to get the actual shield back into play too as Syjahel is aware that she is somewhat soft and squishy even with armour.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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The explosion was shocking and the concussive force of it rattled his bones and almost knocked him down. Staring behind him in suprise he could see pieces of the gatehouse pattering down around it while flames leapt into the sky. How in the names of any gods did she manage that? Cananatra wondered to himself as he stared. Eventually his eyes settled on Syjahel as she shook herself. And how did she ever survive it when she got it done. His jaw hung open briefly as reality just didn't seem to make sense but as he snapped back into action as the large numbers of Asur began to show up.

Turning towards them he waved his sword in a commanding fashion and bellowed into the advancing crowd. "Water, Buckets, Fight The Fire!" Hopefully the simple instructions combined with the dark and noise of the fire would serve to disguise his accent. It was surprising what a commanding voice could achieve in a confusing situation and silhouetted against the flames with their village at risk they might just take himself and Carathyle as guards organising the defence. Which would allow them to slip quietly away through them and get to the stone, before their shade or mage got themselves killed.

Certain amount of bluffing in the confusion to get past the crowd asap.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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A great noise boomed and shook the grounds, whatever his companions did, they surely knew how to make an entrance. Jacks allowed himself a small grin as he continued his dance with his opponent. Here was an Asur of interest, even when drunk he could still fight with agile and power that kept Jacks' entertained. It was disappointing to draw first blood so easily however, and it was unfortunate the Asur's attention was no longer focused on killing him.

Jacks shook his head in disappointment but pressed home the advantage, duelling was also a secondary task for him, keeping Kykysh alive so she may complete their task here was his primary mission. More elves poured out into the streets as time drew on, Jacks prayed Kykysh would not take much longer, the incantation seemed to be nearing completion by the looks of things when Jacks stole a glance at her.

"I got to finish this fast"

Renewing his efforts but taking care not to overstep to allow the Sword Master to sidestep past him, Jacks struck harder and faster with a flurry of blows, aiming high and low. All Jacks needed to do was cripple the elf, he need not kill.

"Hang in there Kykysh, I'll keep my word and keep you alive!"

Press his advantage against the distracted and maimed Swordmaster. Aim for the thighs, maim his movement if cannot kill soon, and reattend Kykysh's side against incoming elves that are pouring into the streets.
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They had air, a moment of freedom. Carathyle and Cananatra felt the blaze at their backs, given time they might well roast inside their armour, a dainty meal for any passing Asur. That of course would never do. Seeing movement in a nearby garden Carathyle was relived to see the head of his captain rising from behind a low hedge, he was somewhat less relieved to find her menaced by two elves. To be sure Syjahel could handle herself amongst these peasants but what kind of shape would she be in after... whatever it was that had just happened. Decision quickly made the young noble broke into a sprint.

In the garden Syjahel was in truth surprisingly fine, protected by whatever instinctual magic Nylia had invested in her talisman. That said lying down on the job was not conducive to ones health when angry home owners with garden implements are nearby. Trusting her muscles not to have been too badly bruised by the fall Syjahel let her talisman fall back onto her chest and rolled up to her feet. Fast as a cat her free hand swept out to tug at the spade wielder's loin cloth. Repressing a giggle (unsuccessfully) as the elf yelped a hunched over forwards in an attempt to recover his modesty. She still had the other to contend with, the elf lunged low for the articulated joints joining her lower breast plate and her chain mail covered thighs. Her shield was still on her back but it was scarcely difficult for the experienced warrior to sweep the point aside and step forwards inside his guard. Moving with the inexorable grace of a storm gale she drove a gauntleted fist into his sternum. He was in good shape, he did not collapse with the wind driven from him. What he did was grunt and punch Syjahel on the chest (not a good idea with bare hands on steel). The collapsing happened a few seconds later when Syjahel drove the edge of her blade an inch deep into his gut and ripped sideways. Intestines spilling out it would take him a long, miserable, time to die.

Turning swiftly the warrior princess prepared to finish the naked gardener, she needn't have bothered but it was worth a glance. Running full tilt Carathyle did not pause at the hedge or seek the gate, leaping up he rolled over the top with sword in hand and kicked the living Asur hard on the knee. Steel capped boots crunched onto yielding flesh and another scream joined the growing cacophony until the warrior silenced him.

The general hubbub continued to rise however. More an more elves were leaving their homes, a few females mixed in with the men and not all with weapons now. The alarm had been given and generally that meant some danger to be vanquished, now though the danger was clear, a fire that could well wipe the village from Ulthuan. In the little garden the two warriors watched several elves run past, few stopped to look at them though that could hardly last forever.

Cananatra was knew the dangers of fire to wooden structures, every sailor learns that lesson and few forget it. He did not want to have to fight through dozens of high elves and so he tried to hurry the process along. He did not know much Tar Eltharion but he reasoned that some of the most basic words must be similar even after all this time. So screaming
“Fire!”
at the top of his lungs he waded into the coming mob. Confused they might have been, distracted by the fire absolutely. Still Cananatra did not cut an inconspicuous figure. A hand higher than most and swathed in sea green armour of Druchii make with drawn sword in hand he was never going to get through unseen. That was fine by him so long as he got through. To that end he started forwards and didn't stop. One elf failed to move as several hundred pounds of flesh and metal advanced at a steady jog, they slammed into the ground. Others were knocked aside. There were buckets appearing amongst the crowd and a line forming to a well somewhere. Cananatra pressed on, trusting that by the time anyone realised just what he was he would already be through, and that they had larger concerns. So far it seemed to be working.

Jacks meanwhile had thoughts only for life, his and Kykysh's. Having drawn blood Jacks perhaps thought he had the measure of this foe; having been cut perhaps the sword master realised he had mistaken the measure of his. Sweeping his great sword up, round, down again on the back swing the sword master pressed Jacks back, heavy swings he could barely parry. His swords darted low seeking another flicker of Hoeth blood, denied. The shade was inside the Sword Master's guard, a kneed rose swift and sure. It took all of Jacks speed and skill to take it to the shoulder and not the face. He was strong, Jacks was frail. Rolling twice Jacks settled onto his back as the great sword rose for an executioner's stroke.

There was screaming. It was new. Not the growing cry and hue of a village woken in the night to fear and fire, not elven, hardly mortal. It was Kykysh, Jacks knew it though he couldn't see her from where he was. One continuous wail, longer and higher than ought to have been possible. Even the disciplined acolyte of Hoeth was startled enough to check his stroke. A seconds' reprieve was all Jacks needed to roll away and up, ready to join the fight yet again. Now though the odds, never in his favour, were growing worse. Four elves were making their unsteady way down from the spire. All seemed a little worse for wear, it had to be quite a party, but all had swords in hand. Two headed jogged to flank the sword master, a triumvirate of steel. The remaining two, putting the sanctity of the way stone over the primordial fear that emanated from Kykysh, headed towards her with murderous intent. Three elves stood between Jacks and them.

On the plus side the three towns folk from the other side of the green seemed to have vanished. In their place came a welcome sight, Cananatra rolling forward at a steady jog. At the very least Jacks had reinforcements but things were beginning to look fairly dire.

Syjahel and Carathyle are in the garden, there are Asur all around but they are being largely ignored for now. Jacks is facing off against the sword master and two wealthier towns folk with swords. Another two party boys are heading towards Kykysh. Cananatra has arrived in the central green and is about ten feet behind Jacks. -Drainial
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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If anyone had asked Syjahel for her opinion in what it would be like to visit Ulthuan, there was an outside chance that gardeners might have been mentioned, but nowhere in her daydreams of conquering (retaking?) the old land would they have been naked. Still, the warrior-woman was disciplined and practical, not to mention a touch worldly and cynical. so the fact that one of her enemies was undressed did not give her pause. There was slaughter to attend so.

Fortunately, not only was she miraculously protected by the silver shield talisman (and she would have to get that examined, one day, and soon), she was not nearly as dazed by the fall as she should have been. Not one to question good fortune too closely Syjahel got to her feet, fought a brief battle with her armed assailant and was about to turn to deal with the other when her retainer sprinted to her assistance. Carathyle also had no time to stand and stare and soon the two Asur were bleeding among the bedding plants.

"My thanks, Master Carathyle. I am sure there is a lesson here about the virtues of modesty, but I for one would rather be naked than dead." She glanced over at the milling crowds and the leaping flames. How in Khaine's name did I do that? She was interrupted by a scream. The unearthly nature of the sound did not sound promising, particularly as it contained the clear note of Kykysh's well-spoken accent. She took but a moment to decide and judged that the vast majority of the small village were engaged in stopping it from burning down. In a situation like this one, the Captain would have dispatched any non ... well, there are really no such thing as Druchii non-combatants, but the less able in a fight to deal with the flames. Which meant that, if simple Elven logic was common to both branches, the more dangerous warriors were about to assail the threat to the waystone. And as skilled as Jacks was, there was only one of the curiously chivalrous Shade.

"These wretches seem to lack direction, but most of them are seeing to the fire. We should get to Kykysh if we can - that scream did not sound as if all is going to plan."



Brief discussion with Carathyle, try to get to the defence of Kykysh as the mission and the mage may depend on it.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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In a swift, yet decisive blow, Carathyle struck his opponent in the back, his black sword tainted with the lovely red of Asur blood. The man already had been embarrassed once before, but this time it was his end that was embarrassing. The blade was pulled back out of his slowly dying corpse when Carathyle turned to Syjahel, "Milady. My apologies for the delay. I would prefer to see you alive over dead as well." The young Maveric made a modest bow toward Syjahel, his sword rested on his pauldron, "These peasants couldn't tell right from wrong, you've done a good job but I agree, we should hurry in the aid of the witch. Our lives hinges on hers." In and of itself, Carathyle couldn't be bothered with the fire, or Kykysh in its entirety, it was simply that he would prefer to go home once this was all done, home as in the cold embrace of Naggaroth.

The warm sun wasn't something Carathyle was overly fond of. His whole life he had spent in the cold, day in and day out. Death nights passed like they were nothing to him, and even after his mother's death, he still couldn't care for the lives of all those that died in the cold. Still, Ulthuan did have a certain beauty that even he appreciated. Nevertheless, Carathyle decided that to return home, his life was to be put on the line of a sorceress, a witch. As swift as he appeared near Syjahel, as swift he moved forth. He hopped fences, sheathed his sword, dove over hedges and swiftly made his way to the center of town.

Carathyle moves to the center of town, hopefully without attracting attention all that much. Once there, he will try to taunt the swordmaster away from Jacks.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Jacks clicked his tongue in annoyance, the sight was grim. His heart quickened at the sound of Kykysh, his hair stood up at the high pitch wail. Something had gone amiss with her work, Jacks had no intention of staying any longer, their position had become too dangerous, and Kykysh needed to be removed from here.

Jacks glared at the Swordsmaster, the elf was greatly skilled and it vexed Jacks that he could only graze the elf, it was still a victory, however small it is. But with reinforcements of his arriving before Jacks' reinforcements, it was time to call it quits.

"Let us hope we meet in again Asur dog." Jacks whispered in his own tongue before breaking off and charging at the three elves between him and Kykysh

"Hang in there Kykysh!"

Disengage from the Swordsmaster, break through the three elves between him and Kykysh. Jacks must reach Kykysh and pull her from the chaos, the situation had become too precarious for them to stay any longer. Reach Kykysh at all cost
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Kykysh's scream cut through the night, cut through Jacks too. Clearly what ever she was doing was not going entirely to plan, even amongst the Convents no plan involved that much pain, not to one's self any way. This, coupled with the arrival of Asur reinforcements, convinced Jacks that the time had come to leave. The only problem with this idea being three elves holding three swords all pointed at him. Breaking or slipping through them would not be easy. Fainting right at the Sword Master Jacks immediately dived left hoping to make use of the gap between the Sword Master an the dignitary blocking his path. Unfortunately the second elf was not so in his cups that he could not swing a savage horizontal blow at Jacks' lowered head. Checking his movement at the last second the shade kept his head, but he was still penned in.

Back in the gardens Carathyle and Syjahel heard it too and lost little time in debate. Eager to reach the scene Carathyle sheathed his blade and ran for the hedge separating this garden from the next, vaulting over it and landing in a bed of Orchids. Seeing no opposition he ran on towards a chest high wooden fence, ever closer to the centre of the village, at least he hoped so.

Syjahel was not feeling quite so flamboyant and exited the garden through the gate passing into the street. Dozens of figures were now attending to the fire, bucket lines were being organised with people dashing too and fro, presumably seeking out whatever wells this village had. The mist helped hide her as she set off at a ground eating jog along the road away from the fire though it was thinning now. Even so as she pounded along the Druchii did not escape notice entirely, as she neared the central green three elves came to a sudden halt in front of her. Unarmoured they were in similar condition to those she and Carathyle had faced before (though non here were nude or near it). Two bore spears, the third what looked to be a wood felling axe. Non of the trio looked too thrilled to find a Druchii warrior in their path but non were backing down either. Snarling something in Tar Eltharion the three spread a little to block her path, the woodsman flanked by his spear wielding partners.

Dodging back from a sword stroke fated to split his head in two and parrying a second blade Jacks was forced to give yet more ground; he just couldn't break away! The Sword Master was smart and the other two were clearly trained warriors if not of Druchii calibre. A skilled riposte tore a bloody hole in one of the nobles' arms but no sooner was it landed than the Sword Master struck hard and low forcing Jacks to literally leap in the air. In this desperate struggle for survival Jacks was dimly aware of a large elf thundering straight past the brawl and towards the two elves headed for Kykysh. Cananatra it seemed was good for something.

That something was, as usual in warriors of all stripes, hurting people. The people in question being two tipsy dignitaries with swords but no armour. Cananatra did not slow as he approached them slamming into one with all of his weight and momentum, hacking down hard to finish the elf before he could rise. The second would not be so easily dismissed, turning sharply at his comrade's fall he set upon Cananatra with a will. Without the backing of a Master of Hoeth however few would have called in odds in his favour.

This was the situation as Carathyle saw it as he landed softly on the edge of the green. Plucking an unfortunate briar from his cheek Carathyle drew his blade. To his left was Jacks embroiled in a loosing battle and slowly being pushed back against the wall of a nearby house. Straight ahead was Kykysh clinging to the Waystone while just to her right Cananatra fought a single elf. Though Kykysh's lungs must surely have emptied long ago her single scream continued unabated.

Jacks is still fighting three opponents; the Sword Master and two 'nobles'. He had wounded one of the nobles and has suffered no further wounds so far. Syjahel is in the street just round the corner from the central green (though she is only aware that she is probably quite close not being able to see the Waystone from her position. She is also facing three opponants, all peasants one with an axe and two with spears. Carathyle is on the edge of the green and currently unopposed. Cananatra is right by Kykysh and the Waystone fighting another 'noble'.
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Re: Group 28 - The Invasion of Ulthuan

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Slowly, Carathyle came to a halt, his eyes observing the scene before him. Jacks was fighting a losing battle, Cananatra had already taken Kykysh under his protection, which left little to Carathyle to do. Nevertheless, Carathyle knew that Jacks was doomed against a Swordmaster and two nobles, even though they're drunk. Slowly stepped toward the small fight between the four men, Carathyle placed his thin blade on his pauldron, his eyes straight at the Swordmaster. "Tss," Carathyle sounded, before speaking in the tongue of the Asur as best as he could, "It's unbelievable. I thought Asur were honourable in combat, I mean, one-on-one. I expect as much from nobles to be cheap in combat, but a swordmaster... I thought I could be proud of the legacy of my family here."

A sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head toward the small group of men, "So, besides the shade... who of you thinks he can beat a Druchii trained as and by a Swordmaster, to restore our own rule in Hoeth! Who of you has the guts to fight against me?!"

Taunt one of the nobles(or both) or the swordmaster into leaving Jacks and attacking Carathyle. If the taunt goes unanswered, he'll attack the Swordmaster head-on(or give him a good backstab)
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