Verses; the Light, the Under, and the Unknown

[Gabag]

"The Lightnings are sending reinforcements, the cowards need more men to die before they realize we'll send them back to hell!" Tyran yelled to his assembled host of Klint'Feras Dragoons.

The troops raised their weapons in a "HAOOO!" and marched as he thrust his claymore outwards.

Glancing backwards he turned around to greet General Katadias.

"M'lord... my army was decimated by the Lightlings.... it's the fault of those bloody recruits I tell you!"

"Your the one sending the recruits on suicide runs?"

"Yes M'lord.. is there a problem?"

Tyran grabbed the man by the neck and dragged him over to some beaten, battered, and wounded recruits.

"The Problem GENERAL... is that your needlessly endangering the lives of future Dragoons. And anyone who hampers the Dragoons is to be considered a traitor... and you know what traitors get..."
The recruits all brandished weapons and they all began shouting for the General's blood, who glanced over pleadingly at Tyran to let him live.

"I have made my decision!" Tyran Declared, and all went silent, at least they were silent before he threw Katadias to the bloodthirsty recruits, who promptly tore him to shreds.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Orphen frowned, but his hood hid his sad eyes. "Aw... you're no fun..." he said in a fake tone of crying, and then quickly smiled before leaping off the branch and opening the bandage on his eye, its arcane yellow glow and symbolic shapes that radiate around it giving him a temporary guise of a feral bird's shadow as he took flight to the first catapult.

[Artemis]

Zenith smiled a bit and then leaped forward, preparing to cut down any who got in his way.
"Perhaps another time", he whispered to himself as he pounced on a Lightling soldier, then rose and continue to ran.  He may be a stealth fighter, but out in the open, in a desert, made it hard to do his job.  Several soldiers, including those who had been previously fighting, saw Zenith take down two soldiers that got in his way.  He may not have any powers, but Zenith was a tip-top fighter.

[Alice The Necrofox]

Lok ran into the camp and deposited the novice.
"You find someplace to heal up. Go see to the other novices. I am going to have a talk with the general..."
He dashed through the camp, his feet barely touching the floor, his tail swaying behind him. He caught just the end of the tearing to shreds of the previous general. He walked up to the new one, and promply bowed.
"Specialist Lok Chann, sir. Seem like you did my job for me. I wanted to put an end to that son of a cuss myself... I just saved another one of his "cannon Fodder' novices."

[Lumi]

Grimsy makes her way into the camp and gets herself checked at the medic, nothing too bad few cuts and bruises.
After being checked she finds a place to sit down outside the camp where she started going through the days events in her head, having heard that the general has been brought to justice she sighs it was not by my hand but you have been avenged she thinks as she looks at a picture displaying what used to be her team that is now just a pile of corpses on the battlefield.

"its been one dissapointing day...we lost, how am i going to help when im this weak and hardly even can swing a sword? Hopefully i find a better teacher or at least the next general could be a little more.... sane" She rests her arm on her sword feeling uneasy of what will come next.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Orphen got to the first catapult, and launched himself at it, wrapping his arms around the hinges and wedging them out with his claws. He kept doing this until the catapult launcher itself fell straight down, causing it to no longer work. But, he was soon discovered as the effort drained the potency of his Eye of Influence, and had to avoid the attacks of Under.

[White Wolf Guardian]

*After completing a sharpening of the blade white gets up and leaves at nightfall out of the barracks and through the gates of the fortress at nightfall* "Find enemy, destroy enemy and profit is made. My commanding officer always said that, I often wonder if it was true at all because I always seem to make the same amount of money no matter how many Under Verse I kill." *White walks some distance approaching a battle area again* "Quality over quantity, one person can make a difference as to how the battle ends. I like being that person." *White said as he crawled through underbrush and was at the top of the hill below a group of soldiers*

"Take no prisoners.. my commanding officer never told me that but I like to fill in the blanks." *He laughed to himself and pulled out his bo-shuriken*

[Artemis]

Zenith had reached his first catapult just as Orphen did.  Unlike Orphen, he went for the main rope of the contraption.  After cutting the rope, the catapult nearly collapsed in on itself, but there was a second rope keeping the thing together.  Next thing he knew, Zenith found himself fighting a few Underlings.  Only blocking the attacks, Zenith worked his way up to the second rope, although he did so very slowly.

[x]

The markings on Effie's snout glowed steadily red as she sighed, running a hand through her blonde-pink-then-blue hair. The markings were tellers of her mood, though in the opposite way one would imagine. Rather than red signifying anger, it meant sadness.

Not that long ago, not at all, one of her Scribes had died in battle.

She hadn't been trying to fight.

She'd been trying to put an end to it.

But the tyrants who had killed her didn't care about that. They didn't care about a young- oh GODS so young -woman who held up her hand and told them to stop, please stop. Told them to end this, please end this. Violence leads to hatred, the young one had said. And hatred never succeeds. Then, when the tyrants didn't listen, she had attempted a binding spell to lock their feet in position. Stop. Just listen to me. This isn't going to get you far at all. There's still hope that we can join hands, that we can stop...

Then. CRACK. The Scribe's head had been torn off in a snap. The spell she had tried to read failed. And while she was looking down at her book, she was killed.

Effie still felt 100% responsible for her death. Try as the other Scribes might to convince her otherwise, it was Effie who sent that girl into the middle of that battle, and it was Effie who told her the words to say, the spells to use.

She shifted in her position resting on the branch, the rough tree trunk scratching her bare back, and looked down below. The Peaceable Scribes had at last found a nice camping spot, under the silvery shadows of Becunla trees, a brook babbling calmly a few yards away. The girls had a fire set up. There was food, freshly killed deer. There were sleeping bags. There was still light enough to read and practice spells. What there wasn't enough of...was hope.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Orphen moved like a prehensile liquid, swaying in and out of the Underlings' attacks before running towards another catapult, leaping onto the top of it, then leaping down to the front two beams, his decent plus his downward kick having enough force to snap through the beams and cause the catapult to "fire" into the ground in front of it. He was about to be attacked by an Underling with twin hand-axes, but Orphen spun around and turned up the influence of his eye. It turned the Underling into a warrior drunk on indiscriminate bloodlust, but also making Orphen invisible to him.

The Underling let out a roar as it engaged his 'comrades', most of them dying because they couldn't snap out of the shock of seeing their ally and possible drinking buddy turned against them. Orphen used the diversion to make his way to the next catapult....

[Artemis]

Zenith had already made it to his second catapult, cutting both of the ropes, and looking back the first one to see if anybody was alive when he made the catapult collapse on them.  Sure it wasnt pretty, but it got the job done.  Zenith didn't exactly have to worry about Underling troops at this point because Orphen had used his pretty little eye on one of the soldiers, and he was killing everybody.  Zenith, instead of watching the carnage, took advantage of the distraction and headed to his last catapult, where he would complete his job, and then flee back to the woods.

[Gabag]

"Archers.... kill those trouble makers!" He Ordered as his troops obeyed and readied their bows.

"Worthless scum... they're ruining everything!"

The Archers had strung their bows, and took aim at Zenith , Orphen, and the crazed man separately.

"FIRE!"

At Tyran's order, 50 arrows sang towards their separate targets, each whistling it's desire to kill the trouble makers.

[Artemis]

(gab has forced my pre-planned, previously hibernating, and previously planned powa!... and yes i said pre / previously planned twice to add emphasis on my actual thinking aheaded... ness... yea!)

Zenith heard a small whistling in the air as he tried his best to engage the final catapult.  As he looked up he nearly (bleeped) himself as a volley of arrows came rushing at him.  As they reached their half way mark, the surrounding soldiers started backing up, not wanting to die from their own arrows.  As the little stingers of doom approached, and the soldiers surrounded Zenith, so he wouldnt be able to run, Zenith started saying bye to the fruit he loves so much.  As they nearly hit, Zenith closed his eyes, and used his arms to cover his face so that he would become identifiable after death.

Zenith opened his eyes, and saw a semi-spherical blue, octogonish shield thing making a semi-sphere around him.  Well part of him.  The shield was only big enough to protect all the major limbs and such and block the majority of the arrows and such, but he did in fact get shot in the foot.  Of all places, an arrow hit his foot.  Thankfully, the arrow hit a bone, and not through the foot and into the ground.

Zenith looked at his foot, said "ow" in a very angered voice and looked up to see some soldiers scared (bleep)less.  One of the men had passed out, and grass had started to grow from his back, slowly showing through kinks in his armor.

[White Wolf Guardian]

*The four bo-shuriken flew across the air zooming toward their targets, their heads unturned and so fragile, yet so inviting to the sharp metal blades about to become their skull neighbors forever..* "GAAAHHHH!!!" "ACCK ack.. ugh...." *3 of the 4 soldiers from the Under Verse fell and only one remained, White got up from the grass* "You ready to die?" *White flipped his knife open as he walked towards the lone soldier while his allies writhed on the ground in pain and the other one was still and silent, his blood soaking into the soil* "Not by your hands you foul beast!" *The soldier took a sprint, his boots gliding off the ground and soil flying as he came at the wolf full throttle* "I love the quick.." *White flipped open his balisong and let the soldier come at him hitting his blade everytime, but always rebounding the attack back* "Just not strong enough." "Shut up!" *He raised his sword in the air and White saw his chance* "Too slow.." *Slice* "No.." *He fell to the ground with the sword in his hands still*

"You can't win now, just die." "Hardly going to do that for you pig!" *He raised the sword for a slash and cut White's arm* "Ugh!" *The wolf jumped back and the other soldier got up with his intestines falling out on the ground* "You.." "I'll be dead soon, but not until I'm done with you." *He coughed up blood and made a step forward at the wolf* "I'm sorry, but it's over.. NOW." *White tosses a boot knife into his neck and he falls over bleeding on the ground* "Stupid soldiers." *White walked away wrapping a bandage on his arm and picked up the blades out of the soldiers on the ground that had bled to death* "I should do this more quickly, they are taking it much more seriously than I expected.." *White walked away into the bushes and laid down for a few moments to gather up some strength for more unsuspecting soldiers to come by* "Those dead bodies ought to cause more to come in this area.." *He laughed evilly to himself*

[Alice The Necrofox]

Lok, leaving the ecstatic general, was sitting in a tree watching a fight between a wolf upper and another under solider. He decided to give the under a chance, but he seemed to be outmatched. The soldier was on the ground, bleeding from a neck wound as the Upper hid in the bushes.
*He isn't going to get far... not with me around...*
Lok slid out of the tree, as silent as a wind. He moved down to him quietly, then proceded to slice his enemies heels so he would be crippled, and stabbed a small poison laden dart into the wolf's neck.
"Night night, upper. Don't try to resist... you won't be able to walk... not until our healers take a look at you."
He chuckled at the wolf as he looked around franticly.
"Don't worry, the poison won't kill you, just make you paralyzed and fall asleep." he whispered.
He waited for the poison to get to full effect, tied up his limbs (just in case), and went over to help the soldier but found him close to death.
'Help me...'
"You are lucky you came across a healer... of sorts..."
He pressed a small pad with a salve on the neck.
"You bled a lot, but if we can get you back to base, you will be fine. Can you walk?"
'In a minute... thanks... just ... drag me off the open road...'
Lok did so, and went back to the wolf.
"Now you stay here. This guy will have a cross bow on you at all times, so don't move. We wouldn't want that head of yours split in half, now would we?"
Lok dusted himself off, and went to find a patrol.