Crystan: Dawn of War

Chaos walks back into the tavern and notices that the Erissi, Holden, appears to be rather inebriated at the moment.

.....A drunk Erissi trying to talk to a Solan. Now that is something you don't get to see on a regular basis......

He sits down by himself at the bar, and looks around, wondering if he will get the Aelins at the capital to listen to him.

.......Well, its not like I have a choice. Besides, this experience could come in handy later on.......

 

"So Elriyon, what did you do tha- make ol'e Hack recruit ya?"

Elryn chuckled.

"I haven't done anything for the past year, but before that I was a Solanic master." He said this perfectly for the Solanic people had a high alcohol tolerance. "Anyways I don't think you should drink much more lest you have a bigger headache in the morning."

 

"I haven't done anything for the past year, but before that I was a Solanic master." Elryn said. Hoden was able to comprehend it, but he had no clue what a Solanic master was.

"Anyways I don't think you should drink much more lest you have a bigger headache in the morning." the blob of blue suggested. Hoden nodded clumsily. "It would appear so." he said, signalling the bartender to get him a room.

The bartender looked at him puzzled "and the wolf?" he asked. "I uum, think its best noone touch Lisky right now, he'll find me in the morning." Hoden responded, he bode farewell to Elryn before retreating to his quarters. He slept soundly.

 

Elryn didn't bother getting a room but rather he went outside found somewhere to sit and slept with his eyes open.

 

Piesca felt lighter and very hungry after her talk with the silver-haired Aelin. A lot of her anxiety had drained away and she finished her meal, almost licking the plate.

She knew she should apologize to the Solan for her rudeness but it would have to wait for tomorrow. Her eyelids were heavy and she was grateful to make it to her sleeping space in time to measure her length on the bed and fall into a deep sleep.

 

Didn't get any respond from the young Mahri, Arven Dol quickly withdrew his hand. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he started another conversation.
"Ah you know, I met many Mahri before, a lot of them came to my village to rest on their journey. Not only Mahri but also Solan, Alarin, most of them are travelers and explorers. I myself also love traveling. But I only have chance to go to Sol once. Oh you're a Mahri as well, do you have hobby like that? Mind tell me about your journey."
Still silence he received.
"Ah it's alright, not all people love travel anyway. Sorry did I jump to conclusion too quickly. You must be hungry now, we should eat, these look pretty good, I'm gonna enjoy it."
He knew that Mahri is a quiet race, but he never expected it to be like this. Actually he hadn't seen this girl opened her mouth even once. That Rani girl is absolutely the opposite, then something struck him, "Maybe she don't talk Common, I just try again.".
He turned to the girl once again and said in Mahri tongue, "Hello. I'm Arven Dol. Please to meet you-meow.", and quickly turned back as he felt embarrassed.

 

"Alarm!"

[FONT=&quot]The tavern fell silent as more and more of the company retired to their rooms. Hawk sat by himself amidst the deepening silence, and then arose and walked outside. He breathed in the cool night air, and listened to all that went on around him.

An owl sang in the distance. Or rather, something that sounded not quite like an owl. Two heartbeats later he heard another call, but from behind him. He swore bitterly.

“Alarm!” He cried at the top of his lungs, he ran back inside, running up the stairs and calling loudly to those inside, banging on doors as he went past. When he was sure he had alerted everyone he ran back down the stairs, and almost out the door. He stopped just in time as an arrow flew past him and lodged in the tavern’s far wall.

He unslung his bow, notched an arrow and began to return fire.

The soldiers were garbed in black, with no insignia or markings. But Hawk knew from whence they hailed. As one, they began to attack the small outpost.
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Tooth moved from his bed with all the grace of a serpent, which was of course expected for his race and quickly grabbed his effects, after buckling his belt into place and swinging his pack which held the rest of his belongings over his shoulder, he headed down to where the person called Hawk seemed to be coming from. Once outside he began to put on his armor, the helm first then the bracers followed...

 

Hoden rubbed his eyes as a loud banging sounded at his door. He can hear someone calling, but he couldn't make it out. Then it neared.

"Alarm!" he heard the scream, it was Hawk.

Hoden hopped up from the bed, all remnants of sleep disappearing with his hardened battle experience. He grabbed the Erissian lance and went to the center of the tavern were some of the still awake members resided.

"Lisky!" he yelled. The wolf leaped up to attention, wagging its tail and snarling, knowing that he would be fighting. Lisky had always been a strong wolf, defending Hoden when he had rode head first into the raids when they fought alongside their knights.

"Whats going on? Where is Hawk?" he asked, some of the members had just awakened and had no clue what was happening. Hoden looked around, his best chance at a fight would be alongside the crystal using Solan.

"Elryn! Elryn!" he called out, Lisky barked as if to emphasize the urgency.

 

Rani awoke from her slumber quite suddenly and jumped from the bed, her padded feet barely making a noise as she slid down the steps. Her bow was quickly situated, the arrow notched on the string as she stopped just at the bottom of the steps. She looked at the wolf, and edged away from the man. She quickly maneuvered around the tavern until she was just a few feet behind Tooth. She raised her bow as she saw the oncoming soldiers. The growl lingered in her throat as she took aim, and released on the oncoming soldiers. With nimble quickness another arrow was notched in it's place.

 

Chaos, who had still been sitting in the tavern, thinking of the situation, jumps to his feet. Seeing the others with their weapons and armor ready, he decides to pull out his swords and gets ready.

.......I've read plenty of book about swordsmanship, and I understand all of the info, so I should be able to help the others in this fight....

 

The world came into focus instantly as Elryn heard Hawk yelling alarm. Quickly he sprinted near the tavern, as he did so arrows came flying at him. He dodged these with ease. Then he saw Hoden riding Lisky With Lance in hand.

"Get out here!" Even though he was coming Elryn was impatient. Elryn then fired a fireball into the woods illuminating everything as it exploded on one of the assailants. The fire caught a tree and the attackers could be seen with the light of the fire.

 

Piesca came awake instantly at the first call of alarm. Sliding from the bed she was glad now that she had fallen asleep in her clothes, it saved time. The pitch of the furor downstairs rose, people calling to each other, the wolf barking urgently.

She paused for one moment, crossbow in hand, and then went noiselessly out the window, planting one boot on the window-sill and swinging herself to the roof.

After a brief scramble she gained purchase and crept silently up the thatch to the front of the building, seeing the soldiers below, attacking the inn. She began to fire into their ranks, taking a soldier down with each bolt she fired.

When the forest caught fire she screamed in distress and shot at the enemy faster.

 

Chaos'es eyes open wide in shock as he hears Piesca scream. One of his crystals begins to glow, and then his entire body glows. Suddenly there is a burst of intense white light explodes from his body. The enimies seem to have been momenterily blinded. Taking this opportunity, Chaos slices through the one closes to him, and then runs out the door. He looks up to see that Piesca is on the roof. "Don't scare me like that. I thought you were hurt."

 

Hawk

The black soldiers were upon them now, and Hawk drew his longsword, crying in defiance as he charged. His blade sang as it struck another, and he began his dance of death, slashing powerfully and mercilessly. The first man fell easily under his blade.

A second came forward swinging a large axe. Hawk crouched underneath, and brought his sword up into the man's stomach, and wrenched it upward, laying him open.

His blade reflected off the torchlight, blood flying from its edge as he fought man after man tirelessly.

 

Hoden took charge as the fireball from the crystalmancer Elryn smashed into a tree, illuminating the dark garbed enemies.

Either way, Hoden can see in the night, but the element of quickness was on his side. "Onward!" he yelled. Lisky breaking into a furious run towards the enemy soldiers, arrows planted themselves in the ground around him.

Hoden ducked low against Lisky's back, the Erissian tactic would take precision. He counted down as he neared the archers ranks.

Lisky leapt a few feet off the ground, Hoden rolled backwards off his steed. Landing low on both feet, he skewered three archers in one stab, and they flailed their limbs in agony.

He yanked them off, meanwhile unsheathing his shortsword and blocking a blade that descended from behind him. Kicking the soldier backwards to buy him a few precious seconds. He turned and took the head off another soldier with a fast swing of his lance, his style of combat had liquid fluidity in motion, his lance a mere blur as his body twisted and spun, the archers and troopers fell in droves.

Another black covered trooper that was yelling as he ran towards Hoden found in the next split second his face had become a meal for Lisky. The white fur shaking as Lisky ripped the meat free. Fireballs and crossbow bolts from fellow group members flew over his head and into the archers. For once, Hoden accepted them as valued comrades in arms.

 

Elryn shot needles through the attackers as they charged at him. One came up from behind ready to slash but Elryn merely put his hand on the attackers stomach and cast a fireball making him fly through the air engulfed in flame.

 

She kept steady, shooting arrows into the crowd of soldiers that seemed to be slowly diminishing as he comrades showed their true colors. She couldn’t help but be impressed by them all, their way of fighting was so different from one another, that it showed the true beauty of their differences. They would make a fine group. She set off one last arrow before tossing her bow over her shoulder. She held two of her throwing knives in her hands, and threw them at the nearest of the soldiers to her. She dodged around the others and jumped onto the wounded solider. Her claws dug madly into the flesh of his face, as she shredded him to bits. His body stopped moving and she fell to the side as another came towards her. She growled at him menacingly, her claws yearning for more playtime.

 

Hoden saw a trooper screaming through the air, covered in flames. The soldier fell like a meteor, scorched and very much dead. Seeing three more soldiers attempt a charge at Elryn, his Solan ally, he spun the lance in his fingers. Then thrust the lance through the air, landing firmly in the belly of the first trooper.

Elryn had reacted quickly incinerating the next trooper in line. Hoden jumped over the dead trooper that had his Erissian lance inside him. The last soldier had an axe, swinging it cumbersomely. The white blur of Lisky leapt up and snapped his canine teeth onto the mans hand. Hoden took advantage and spun in an odd circle, coming up and slitting the axe holders throat, who spewed blood, turning Hoden's hair into a deeper red.

"Well done, Solan" Hoden said, acknoledging the magical ability of Elryn. They both nodded. An arrow flew by Elryn and hit Hoden's armor, the cheap wooden arrow breaking against his shimmering armor.

 

Aida realized he had fallen asleep on the floor of the tavern underneath the table he had cried under.
"Oh! How disgusting," Aida said.
Aida was slow to noticed the soldiers attacking the tavern. He got up and hit his head on the table. But quickly recovered. He took out his whip and proceeded to battle.

 

So in the end, Arven Dol couldn't make the girl say one word. Done with his meal, he said thanks to Skailer and headed to his room. Today was a long day and he felt tired. Lied on the soft bed, he thought about his village, about Rankie, and about his parents. And eventually he fell asleep.

"...larm", suddenly someone shouting, he recognized that it's Hawk's voice. He jumped down the bed and pressed his ears against the door. Sounds of people, many people shouting, sounds of metal clashing, and sound of a wolf. There's fighting down there. Arven Dol quickly grabbed his pouch and dagger, took out the Crystal and rushed out of the room. Blood, limbs, innards were the first things that his eyes saw. He rubbed his eyes but those things just wouldn't disappear. He staggered backwards, and fell on his legs. He felt like throwing up, not a dream but reality. One of the soldier had noticed his appearance, that guy turned and charged toward him. Arven Dol held in the urge to vomit and quickly got on his feet. Ran back to his room and locked the door would be best idea, but the soldier didn't give him any time. He raised the sword and aimed for Arven Dol's neck as he slashed. Arven Dol quickly jumped to the right, dodged death in a flash. Not stopped for a moment to hold his breath, he dashed toward the front door.

"You're gotta be kidding me. My first day hasn't ended, yet you are here to kill me. I'm not coming here to die". Busy thinking he tripped over a corpse and fell near a sword, the soldier was behind his back. Grapped the sword with one hand, Arven Dol stood up and ready for the fight. But being inexperience about this and the sword is a bit heavy for him, he was forced back to the corner in less than a minute. The enemy even wounded him in the arm, made him drop the sword. Once again, the sword was raised over his head.

"Will I just die like this. No, I haven't done anything yet. I cannot die here."
Pointed his Crystal to the enemy, with the other hand squeezed its end. He shot water like using a water gun at the enemy. Luckily, the enemy's face was hit, startled he stopped for a few seconds. Arven Dol understood that this chance would not come again. Jumped toward the enemy with his dagger in hand, he stabbed his throat. The soldier let out a scream and fell on the floor, his blood splashed on Arven Dol's face. But he felt hurt in the stomache, someone kicked him, sent him flying to the corner, his back hit the wall. Arven Dol's already at his end, now he screamed for help.

 

At least he was there at the right moment in time when someone screamed for help. Here comes the pretty warrior to the rescue, they better thank him when they are done.
"Hi bee," he said to the enemy.
The enemy turned around and Aida gave him full whip judgment. Aida looked at the guy who was pinned to a wall from the enemy.
"You need to be more manly," Aida said, "Manly and pretty if you are going to survive...you're welcome by the way I'm your pretty warrior."

 

The weeping archer.

As the alarm was shouted by Hawk Kee pushed her door open her arrow knocked in it’s string. Warriors like shadows they spewed forth into the candle light. A group of five came at Kee and from where she stood she let the arrow fly and imbed its self within the mans breast. The other four did not bother to assist the fallen and continued towards Kee. She raised her hand Despair dangling from it by silver chain and the fierce red crystal swung like a pendulum. The men became cautious, then after several moments one snickered and they continued in their advance towards her.

Despair started to take affect, The weakest of the men dropped to his knees and began to shake. As he began to cry the others stopped startled by the mans breakdown. Kee watched silently knocking another arrow, in the fluid motion she knew so well. She let the man cry his sobs growing louder. She liked the sound , so very strange coming from the dominant sex. Then she let the arrow fly, the man lifted his head at the whistle and the arrow sunk within his eye. He sunk back down and the other men mustered up their strength and turned back to Kee. Her own eyes flowed now the tears staining her fur. She knocked another arrow and let it fly as another raised his hand a sword flashing against candle light. It hit his throat and the man laid upon the floor his hands around the bloody stem of the arrow.

Two left, Kee placed her bow back over her shoulder and pulled her dagger from its hilt upon her thigh. The first swung his blade and she parried with her dagger. The mans blade rested upon her daggers hilt. He pushed down trying to force the dagger from her hand. Kee let her foot snap up colliding with his groin. He dropped the blade in shock and as he bent down to nurse his most private parts, Kee slit his throat. The final turned to run and Kee flung the blade at the space between his shoulder blades. As he sunk to the ground Kee walked over taking the blade. With a quick twist she tore it from his back and turned to the sound of more shouts.

 

I had some how sleapt past the alarm and rolled out of bed only when a black garbed worrior had been above me prepared to strike. I had litterally rolled from bed and now, clad in only my underpants, I sprinted towards my axes that of course he was closer, he stepped in between me and my equipment, sword raised at the ready.

"You deny a man his pants?" I asked bewildered as he swung. With skillful ease I dodged the first blow, though the second, I managed to avoid by mearly stumbleing backwards. The third came and was a thrust, I felt it knick skin as I side stepped and punched him as his own momentum carried him forward. The blow would have been much better had I not hit half my hand on the armored helm.

He stummbled back and I shook my hand swearing. Then we were back where we started. "So do we wait for a gong or begin round two?" I asked, the pain in my hand forgotten. He scowled and rushed forward, the pain in his face obviosly still fresh in his mind as he sent a series of beserker blows at me, I lept, ducked, jumped, and managed to narrily aviod being squiered and when he finally stopped for a breath, I was covered with cuts, and on the opposite side of him than where i had started. I reached down and picked up two axes, the sting of several cuts filling me with a need to teach this man a lesson. "My turn." I said and leapt forward, and in a series of skillful manuvers soon had him unarmed, and with out the pesky helm. With that done I kicked my door closed for a second, slammed the dull side of an ax into his face knocking him out and tied him up. He might be good for awnseres latter, "Now for some clothes and some combate." I said cheerfully.

 

The others jumped to the fray leaving me time to get fully dressed, but by the time I barely even got my breastplate on, the battle as over.

Unstrapping my armor and placing it back in my pack I headed off towards my room again. I can ask what transpired in the morning when my mind is clear and the sun in the blue lit sky.