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| Topic Started: Jul 12 2008, 02:28 AM (100 Views) | |
| Theron Landers | Jul 12 2008, 02:28 AM Post #1 |
 
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Theron had been sent, with the army. The Alcott, that bickered with the king, refused to ride behind him - she insisted to ride beside him the entire way back. She was a woman he could actually handle, she didn't try to yak his ear off about the number of daisies this year or the finest fabrics in all of the kingdoms and how she had a slew of it. No, this woman was a fighter as was her maidservant - it was refreshing. The wolf had come too. Theron was surprised to see him again, but he returned with a mission it seemed. He actually rallied the other wolves to action. Theron was at his peak when in battle. Though his nerves were wearing against his chest, it was that energy that he harnessed to unleash true battle and war on his enemy. He would not let these trolls invade a kingdom that did not belong to them. Gretel's Grove ran the length of the border to the 3rd Kingdom. It was there that they would make their stand. He had absolutely no doubt that they would come out victorious, however that didn't convince the edginess to subside. He didn't want it to - he needed that to give him the upper hand; to give him the advantage of a quick draw and a strong sword arm. They had known the trolls were being flushed out, ready to run - but it only made them that more wild and berserk. They would not be easy enemies; he and his men were ready. They lined the underbrush waiting, with droves of wolves and a slew of well armored and weaponed women who looked just as fierce as any man he's seen preparing for war. The only one who seemed to be misplaced was a lithe elfin man who stood at the ready - he however had no weapon. The captain was more concerned for him than the women; women of which he had initially been angry to have to fight alongside. Women were not meant for the front line. He had had words with the Marquis about it - and though he didn't agree and wasn't happy about it, they were there ready to put their lives on the line. He glanced at the maid servant at his side. "Be you ready my lady?" He asked. |
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| Belle Copeland | Jul 12 2008, 02:56 AM Post #2 |
 
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Belle was not one to sit behind false confidences and stubborness and if she was wrong, she could admit it. This time, she had been surprisingly wrong as Jasella had brought it all back out of left field and saved the day. Somewhere amongst the bickering, she wasn't sure where despite watching closely, Wendell had agreed and sent his troops. It baffled her slightly but she was thankful all the same that something had gone as planned. The softness that she usually held was hidden from her face as she concentrated on what she had to. Belle was a fighter and she was good at it, years of training alongside Jasella assuring it. That didn't mean she was necessarily fond of it, maybe even more so when her own numbness to the battle was added in. But when time came for it, she pushed all that aside and prepared herself for the job ahead. From her spot between Jasella, whom she was still not speaking to, and the captain of Wendell's guard, she let her eyes travel the length of the area in front of her. Far off to the right, she saw her Queen and Jasella's mom standing and talking amongst themselves as they finalized the last of their plans where they led that section of the army gathered behind them. She hoped that somewhere Wendell was watching and seeing the lengthes Queen Gretel was willing to go through as she stood at the front lines, prepared to battle to the death if she had to for her people. Not so far down on the other side stood the elf duke and she just didn't understand him at all, weaponless in the face of trolls. From her shoulder, she pulled down her bow, preparing to adjust it slightly more now that she was off of her horse and about to commence. The Captain's words drew her attention towards her and she answered, "I am, sire." From the quiver that hung on her back, she pulled an arrow, readying it in her hand. There was a simple plan to her style, one she had honed the timing of for many years. Her profiecency was in the bow and arrow, her duty to Jasella who preferred to fight close up, sword in hand. For as long as she could, she would send her arrows into the hearts of the enemy and deftly switching over to the sword that hung at her side when they were in close. Looking over towards Jasella, she asked politely, "Is there anything I can fetch for you?" bowing her head slightly as she did so and falling into a tiny curtsy as she waited for her answer. |
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| Jasella Alcott | Jul 12 2008, 05:52 PM Post #3 |
 
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Jasella had been angry that she had to thank the king for his assistance. With Wolf's bringing his kind back she insisted that she didn't need the king's army, though she was using that ruse to bate him. She knew if she denied him that he would only send double the men. She had gotten a handle on that part of the game that they had both been sucked into. It wasn't until after reflection that she realized it was a test of will power - and it was then that she realized she could use some of her tricks to her advantage; such as bating the king by insisting that they no longer needed his help. Now she stood with an entire army and word would surely make it to Hood that King Wendell White had aided the Queen Gretel the Great. She smirked at the though. He might infuriate her and he might have used her as she had him - but she couldn't help but feel victorious on so many fronts other than the initial one she'd gone for. She had exchanged words with the leader, Theron, that Wendell had sent. He wanted them, the women, to go back to their houses and hide. Hide had not been his word but that's what she had translated it to. It aggravated her that he found them incapable of defending the land that they loved more than any estranged allegiance he had to the place. She had stiffly told him, "No." after a bout of spatting over it. She had told him that you couldn't raise an entire kingdom of women to fight for that which they took pride in, a causes as it were, and then send them home to tend the farms when some reinforcements arrived. She heard the Captain of the Guard speak to Belle and Belle's answer before she turned and looked at her. Jasella felt a pang of anger sweep through her - spawned by the guilt as the underlying cause of the misplaced emotion. Her hand was squeezed around the hilt of her sword and the other held her bow. She favored the sword, she liked to see her enemy - see is face when he perished under her blade. She felt herself go rigid; she and Belle were close, they were friends, they were almost as sisters - for the sake of their own stubborn pride they might as well have been. It was all of those things coupled with the fact that Jasella didn't treat Belle as a servant that had instigated this particular spat. Even with that knowledge it made her no more comfortable with it. "Don't be stupid." She said sharply, though her initial reaction had been to insist that Belle polish her saddle or some other asinine task for the moment. She sucked up some of her pride, if only for Belle and opted not to take the pissing contest any further than necessary just then; even though both girls knew that she could. She never made Belle do stupid servant things like the other women did to their servants and it was specifically because Jasella didn't view the woman as her slave, servant or otherwise. "Though you could fetch my friend Belle for me and as I'm sure she's under that case serving little more than self pity." She snapped her head over to look at the taller girl. "Should you find her please give her the message that I miss her and hope to see her again soon." |
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| Belle Copeland | Jul 12 2008, 07:30 PM Post #4 |
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"Don't be stupid." "Yes, my lady." Belle replied almost instantly, a small amount of snarkiness in her voice. She wasn't even sure she was angry anymore. But she was the one that usually gave in first but every once in a while, she was able to out stubborn even Jasella. They were certainly moments to be proud of in her opinion. The relationship between her and Jasella was much more simple than it looked on the surface. When in public, they kept up the necessary facade for their positions. Once they were behind closed doors, they were more like sisters. They knew each other's buttons to make them angry and they knew how to cheer each other up. They could go days like this, with one not talking to each other, but it did nothing in the long run to harm their relationship. It was just how sisters acted. Sometimes they fight but they always make up. Her face softened as Jasella finally relented, her shoulders resting a small bit. "I think I can give her the message." And with that, it was over as she watched the area ahead of her for any sign of trolls, like they might come out at any moment. "Are you sure you don't need anything?" She asked again, this time her voice kinder, less condescending. "I still can't believe you managed it." She said with a small smile, leaning over and whispering it under her breath so only Jasella could hear her. "I've been waiting for a day to give you my congratulations." "Oh here..." Replacing her bow on her side, she crossed over and took a moment to readjust the quiver that hung on Jasella's back. "There, it had was off center." Stepping back, she pulled her bow back back down, asking, "Are you ready?" |
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| Kaden Levawitz | Jul 12 2008, 09:19 PM Post #5 |
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Kaden's job would always be a simple one and he understood it that way--in fact, he took comfort in knowing the perimeters of his responsibility would always stay as it was in that moment and how it had been in the past. He defended whoever he was told to defend--he didn't question why, he didn't back down in the face of whatever danger awaited. He did it with all his might and all his bravery. "Shhh..." He spoke softly from his position--his eyes shifted towards the man beside him, a scowl crossing Kaden's face as he sat back on his heels and gripped tight to the hilt of his sword. "Quiet--do you not know what the word means...because if so I can make sure you understand it as our forces die at your hands." He snapped quietly to the fellow infantry man before he drew his head up to look back out towards the expanse of land before them. He knew of the problem at hand but only if to know who the target was--it would be useless to tell him of the finer politics of the land. All he carried about was what they were after, what they were there to do, and then what would come next. Kaden wasn't that simple as a man but he was that simple a royal--he had to be. If he wasn't, the battles and the fighting would be destroy his very resolve. He began moving, however, when the very same man moved and spoke again, this time quicker and quieter to him. Kaden's eyes turned behind them at his word and he stared for the briefest moment before he gave a simple nod and moved halfway through the man's sentence, muttering no apology as he did so. "Theron, sir." He interrupted quietly, placing a firm hand on Theron's shoulder. He hardly noticed Jasella or Belle. "I fear we've placed ourselves in the wrong way--Sir Butler, in fact, appears to have seen something off to the east, just behind us. If it is the trolls, I think we've left ourselves open targets to their attack--if we stay put here, we've given them an exposed target." |
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| Dexter Murphy | Jul 12 2008, 09:47 PM Post #6 |
 
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Dexter had come on a whim. He certainly didn't have to be there and he really had no purpose there; except it was his job to negotiate treaties and allegiances with other kingdoms - this constituted that in his mind. There was no time to fetch his own elfish reinforcements and make it the great distance back across the land. He could have gotten there with ease and speed, but returning with an army when Wendell already bordered the land was a ridiculous thing to do. As a result he brought only himself to the event. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to those around him or even that they were on a battle field. However, it was far from the case. Dexter bent and picked up a long stick from the ground. He gave it a little flick in his hand and the next second it was a shimmering broad sword. He nodded a small approval at the weapon. His eyes were still fixed on it as he went to speaking. "The knight is right Captain." Dexter called, over his eyes still fixed on the sword. He reached out and ran his thumb along the flat of the sword. He smiled happily, not at the sword just simply smiled to do it. "We've been watched all day." He said. No sooner had the words left his lips and he stepped sideways into a shadow only to appear directly next to Belle. He reached out immediately and caught her around the waist and tugged her closer to him just as an arrow whizzed past her head and thumped into a tree a few feet away. He turned the smile on her, still wrapped in his arm. "You're welcome." He said cheerfully before ducking into another shadow and vanishing just as arrows began to rain through the sky from the direction behind them. "The good news my fellow warriors." He called over the clank of the sword he'd just found ready to chop his own head off. Trolls were proficient in their craft of killing, if nothing else. "They have miserable aim." He laughed over the sudden outbreak of battle. Elves were weird that way, queer to the events going on almost always keeping a light hearted nature to a fault. |
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| Belle Copeland | Jul 12 2008, 10:18 PM Post #7 |
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Belle turned to the approaching soldier, her eyes beginning to look over the area as if she might see them now though she hadn't seen them all day. She should have been watching closer - she should have been doing something. It didn't matter that no one else had known either. It didn't seem she was the only one thinking that either as Gretel had come off her horse and was now laying into their intelligence people. She didn't know what was going on, the thought to swing towards Dexter very tempting until the arrow whizzed by her head and as much as she didn't want to, she let herself smile towards him in thanks before she let everything else escape her mind and as he let go and went into another shadow, an arrow was cocked into her bow and sent flying through the air in the direction they were being attacked. For a moment, she did nothing but shoot her arrows into the hearts of the approaching trolls, standing partways in front of Jasella but not enough to block her own shot. In a matter of a second, though, her bow had been replaced on her back and a long sword was gripped tightly in her hands, the handle plain but the blade just as deadly as any other. Her sword coming up to meet one of the trolls, she pushed it down as her foot came out, kicking it hard in the knees so that it buckled just the slightest bit as she spun around and sent her own through his back, its blood running down the hilt and onto her hand as she lifted it again. "This way." She called to Jasella, noting a small group of outnumbered soldiers nearby and beginning to fight in their direction. |
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| Jasella Alcott | Jul 12 2008, 11:24 PM Post #8 |
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"Congratulations?" Jasella's head tipped in a little and she lost her proud posture as she leaned closer to Belle. "For scolding him as he needs to be." She felt a little laugh flutter in the back of her throat. She gave a little nod. "Thank you." She said. "Hostile negotiations work too." She said with a little cocky tip of her head. She let Belle help her adjust the quiver however it was within the same minute that the fairy duke was speaking and had swiftly snatched Belle away from her. "HEY!" She howled but stepped back just as the arrow passed between them - right where Belle's head had been. It was with in minutes that Jasella was wielding a single handed long blade in one hand and a shorter one in the other hand. She had abandoned the bow long ago. She had just penetrated a troll's shoulder with the short blade. She used it as leverage to jerk him down and sever his head completely off with the other sword in her hand. It was with a great deal of effort that she extracted the short blade and turned a serious eye on Belle. She was in the very spirit of the battle. It was actually a shame, when she had time to reflect on it, how well she knew the art of killing people. She had seen enough blood shed, at 17, to last two lifetimes - maybe three and spilled enough of it to last the rest of hers. She was like a primed weapon and when her eyes fell on Belle's she knew that her friend too had the same instincts and actions in mind. She nodded darting ahead to the group. "Hurry!" She called over to Belle and plunged her sword into the back of a troll who was hovering over the Captain. She as he started to fall forward she used the angle of his descending body to physically run up the incline and launch herself into the air. It was with that force that she landed shoulder first the back of a troll who was preparing to lance Sir Kaden from behind. She immediately pressed her back against his so neither had a back exposed. "Are you ready?" She said quickly. "On my signal go offense, it's the only way for both of us to get out of this alive." She instructed hastily as she counted three trolls facing her now that she was in the center of the circle of them with the knight of whom she actually didn't know his name. She could only assume there were that many facing him as well. She gave a brief moment of wonder as to where Belle went but the clanking of swords in the just beyond the meat shields before her would suggest her friend was helping others. |
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