Quest On Guard!

Not everyone is interested in peace...[Ricky, Saraphina, Yuri]

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Postby Saraphina Skyglow on October 25th, 2014, 1:53 am

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T he hulk of a human's shoulder check into Saraphina's ribs hurt more than she was expecting. The Tiger was thrown backwards from her intended tackle, rolling over the fine sandy beach and panting hard, desperately trying to draw back into her lungs the breath that had been forced out. Heaving herself back onto her feet, she spun back towards the brawling human, trying to hide a wince as her ribs twinge in protest. The heavy footfall rocketing towards her made the Kelvic pin her ears back to her skull....but the rage filled words that her attacker shouted made her freeze in shock. Her golden eyes widened in surprise. A son? This crazed, frothing maddened man had lost a son? To mercenaries? Was that what drove him to attack a group of outsiders, innocents that had done nothing to wrong him?

S araphina's mind whirled even as the Zeltiva muscle man bared down on her. She could smell the grief that flowed off the man....and the rage. He was suffering and sought to relive his pain. But the Kelvic knew nothing else about his reasons. For all she knew, this man's son could have been a murderer, a thief, or an innocent. She knew nothing of her attackers reasons for his rage, and she would not stand idle by while this man tried to ease his guilt and pain by inflicting more on those who did not deserve it. But she made a choice as the bull rushing human thundered towards her. She would not kill him as she'd originally intended. Truthfully, if she at all believed he would listen to her words, Saraphina would shift back to her human form and try to reason with the man. But here, in the middle of a battlefield, with numbers against her, such a thing would be foolish and most likely get her killed.

H er surprise and quick decisions took a bit too long to recover from. Unfortunately for her. The muscle bound maniac's fists slammed into the Kelvics back, driving her front legs out from under her and ripping a feline scream of pain from her throat. But even as her paws hit the sand and a second series of hammer blows hit her back, she did not immediately retaliate. The man was in pain, he needed to release some of it. If she was to be his target, a focus for a poor, tormented soul to find some relief, she would bear it. If only for a few moments. Muscles screamed in protest and her already tender ribs bended inwards, almost feeling like they might have cracked a bit. But she did not lash out, her feline form was strong, honed to fitness and designed to take abuse. Saraphina would be the target in which this man could find some peace. But she would not lay down for him, not without a fight.

A s her attacker raised his fists for a third strike, Saraphina exploded into action. Pushing the pain back, which was quite a feat and brought a wave of nausea to the Tiger's stomach, she opened her mouth wide. Glimmering, serrated teeth designed to rip and tear flesh sank into the lower leg of the barrel chested man, rending muscle and tissue with the ease of a warm knife through butter. Jerking her head back and forth while simultaneously jumping backwards, Saraphina hoped her surprise attack would grant her a brief opening. How she was going to stop this man from attacking her without killing him was still a question she needed to figure out. Her feline form was that of a predator. And predators usually did one thing and one thing only. Kill prey. To immobilize without causing a death would be hard and she was likely going to suffer because of it. But her choice was made, and she would not alter it unless something else changed.

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Postby Ricky Maze on October 25th, 2014, 8:38 am

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Ricky's eyes widened in shock as he heard those words, there such spite in the man's words that they felt venomous. Toxic to the core as history only proved to be the deciding factor in all of this, there was no means of reasoning with this man for he'd been blinded. They all had been. They wanted to protect the home they treasured just as Ricky himself did, even his fellow Wave Guards worked hard to try and keep this ideal alive but at this point... Ricky soon found himself unconvinced. What good is a city that fears the unknown anymore, and what good is a guard that has to protect outsiders from his own people. These were things that led Ricky to realize that his very own beliefs in protecting Zeltiva was misled, somewhere deep down there was something just God awfully wrong at the core and he just couldn't figure out what it was.

Fear. T'ey fear a repeat o' history, all because... Did the Denvali only see an opportunity back then? A chance to gain some glory because they lost something so precious to them? They were only given a shelter but had they claimed Zeltiva, then sure enough they would've had a new home all to themselves. But what drove them to act on such an idea? Fear? Desire? There was so much to think about at this point and yet there wasn't any time, as Ricky was left to make the decision of the bell and face the fact that he had no choice but to fight this battle. To the Void with his civic duties, to the Void with the fact he was against his own people. At this point he might as well say to the Void with his own rank and insignia, given that he would rather do what's right than remain a conflicted man for the rest of his career. His grip on the sword had loosened in this event but as the drunk charged with the intent to kill, that grip regained strength as Ricky made his decision right then and there.

"It's because o' bastards like yew Oi can't 'ave a good ol' ordinary damn day!!" He screamed aloud in the bitterness that resided within, the sword raised up to parry the dagger downward. With the drunks momentum still in effect Ricky continued to direct his sword down until it was nearby the lower thigh region, in turn he forced it to where the edge would cut into the flesh of the man, while at the same time pulling it away as to only create a flesh wound that would hopefully put the man down to the ground. While he could imagine that it would still give the drunken ass a chance to still fight, that was a chance the fisherman wasn't going to take at this point. So Ricky directed the lower edge of his sword near the tip of the blade, and made a reversal with it to bring the blade over in a downward strike that would lightly injure where the man's own spine was. While the cut itself was intended to only be yet another flesh wound, it was one he wanted to at least temporarily immobilize his opponent. Therefore subduing him to where he could no longer fight and in turn leave Ricky to suppress all else he could to end this senseless fighting.
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Postby Yuri Lehrer on October 28th, 2014, 12:33 am

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When he had finished speaking, Yuri could see that his words were having very little or no effect on the other man, thinking to himself Then so be it, our swords shall speak for us he met the other man stroke for stroke, staying on the defensive and trying to gauge his opponent’s technique and any way of countering it. As it stood, Yuri could make out that his opponent relied on strength over finesse or speed, possibly due to his anger, or was it his regular technique? To Yuri, it was difficult to figure out, but he knew one thing, he was slightly outmatched, at least in terms of strength, he had the edge in speed and finesse, but his opponent had a longer reach with his blade.

After a few moments, Yuri caught onto the fierce glare he was receiving from his opponent as they circled one another in their personal battlefield; he kept his own face impassive, trying to make his intentions difficult to read, he was uncertain if he was succeeding in this, when the other swordsman spoke “These are monsters. Sludge dragged up from the bottom of the sea and spit out on our shore. You speak to them? You hear the slithering hiss of their speech? They’re beasts that will kill us just as soon as we turn our backs. You think because they haven’t tried now that they won’t when given a real opening? Look at them!?” As the other man spoke he gestured to the crowd around them, Yuri looked where the other man gestured and saw something which made him uncharacteristically angry, most of the Iyvess were outnumbered; in some cases, two-to-one, and though the Iyvess were holding, it was clear that they would not last forever. Yuri snapped his head back to his opponent as the man began to charge him once more, a new clarity, like a cold fire in his own eyes which could both freeze and burn someone simultaneously.

Standing in his ready stance, Yuri watched as the other man began bringing his sword up from the ground yelling as he went “Fight with us or die with these beasts!” He waited until he was sure that the other man’s sword was not going to change course before attempting to dive to the side and roll around his opponent, slicing at the man’s legs as he went, a manoeuvre he had practiced many times whilst performing his Kata up in his campsite. If this manoeuvre succeeded, Yuri’s opponent would likely be unable to stand due to the injuries sustained, which would likely make him unable to continue fighting, but if the manoeuvre failed he would be in a vulnerable position for a few brief ticks while he regained his footing, something Yuri hoped wouldn’t happen.


OOCI almost feel sorry for Yuri's opponent, this is likely the first time he's ever been truly angry at someone.
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Postby Perplexity on November 2nd, 2014, 3:54 am

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The brute of a man threw everything he had into the blows that came down upon Saraphina’s back. In many respects he was just like a wounded animal lashing out because he was in pain. There was a glazed look to his eyes as if he were flashing back to some horrible memory. He snarled in hurt fury as each fist landed upon her broad back. And with each blow he exclaimed.

You took him from me!” Another blow came down upon Saraphina. Beneath it was the weight of an ailing father.

You took him! My boy!” A grunt accompanied by a less fearsome blow. The big man was beginning to wear down whether that was because he was tired or was falling beneath the weight of his unstable emotional grief it couldn’t be certain. As he raised his fists to bring down another blow upon Saraphina’s back she would clearly be able to see tears streaming down the man’s face. No longer was he completely in the realm of the here and now. This man was living the nightmare of losing his beloved son. It was that fear that drove him. It was in that moment that Saraphina found her opening. As her teeth sank into the man flesh he cried out in agony stumbling back. As soon as she released him from her jowls his leg gave out bringing him to a knee.

Though there were streaks upon his face, cheeks flushed with anger and suffering, he stared at the tiger in front of him defiantly. He raised his chin moving to bring himself back up into a standing position but his leg gave out once more. But he was not out of the fight just yet. Grasping a handful of sand he quickly flung it in the direction of the tiger’s face aiming straight for her eyes. Momentary blindness very well might give him the advantage he needed to win or at least get far enough away to keep himself from getting killed.

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Ordinary day!? Is that what you want?” The drunkard was pushed back, the sheer momentum of Ricky’s parry sending him sprawling away from the Wave Guard and landing flat on his rump. He gave a pronounced yelp, the dagger clattering away from him skidding across the cobblestones. He looked up at Ricky with bloodshot eyes. There was contempt in that gaze as the rest of the sergeant’s immobilizing maneuver became unnecessary. The man was shaking whether it was from fear or anger it was hard to tell.

Ordinary isn’t for men who wear a uniform.” There was something poignant about that statement. Even if it was mumbled. The drunkard was obviously at the end of his endurance. His chest was heaving. The only thing that he seemed to have going for him was the element of surprise. With that now gone it was apparent that he was not a skilled fighter. What his talents were in arranging this whole debacle was up in the air but one might guess he was just a tired, fearful, sop that had been persuaded to take down a random guard. Whatever his involvement, his words were no less true. Food that could fuel Ricky’s thoughts in the haze of battle that seemed to have consumed the beach.

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Yuri’s ploy was a clever one. His obvious skill with a blade however was equally matched by the skill of his opponent. As Yuri dove to the side, the man tilted the shaft of his blade to catch the swing of Yuri’s sword. This caused his own blade to twist out of his hand and sail through the air away from him but the fighter didn’t seem deterred by this.

Then you choose death!” Bringing his hands down to the tops of his boots the fighter pulled two long daggers out leaping toward Yuri. He held one dagger parallel with his chest in a defensive manner protecting his torso from attempted strikes. The other was extended slightly outward and at an angle in what was obviously his dominant hand. As he sprinted through the sands of the beach toward Yuri the fighter slashed downward trying to plunge his dagger into the young mercenary’s shoulder. The result would in turn be just as devastating as Yuri’s attempt to wound his leg. Yuri would be left with the strength of one of his arms and thus be open to more aggressive and full frontal assaults.

This man was a skilled fighter. A quick assessment would tell Yuri all he needed to know and would quickly lead him to the conclusion that if the young man had any hope of winning, it would be by using every skill at his disposal. The fighter was just as quick as he was strong. If Yuri had been hoping for a swift, easy victory it would be evident that any idea of it was snatched away with a flick of the fighter’s blades.
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Postby Saraphina Skyglow on November 4th, 2014, 1:44 am

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W ith blood dripping from her lips, Saraphina limped back away from the grief stricken Father. She hoped in the deepest parts of her soul that the expended energy from her attackers brutal blows and the leg injury would be enough to force him out of the fight. The Kelvic's heart no longer held any joy or satisfaction from battling with this man. Whatever his son had been, it was clear this parent had loved him deeply and was in great agony from his child's loss. Saraphina could not ease his pain. Sorely, she wished her feline form could speak in the common tongue so she could tell him that it was not her that had taken his son. But she also knew no words from her, or from anyone, would lessen the burden the Father carried. Because, in the end, it would always finish with the brawling parent blaming themselves for their child's death.

S eeing the man fall to his knee after she released her bite, Saraphina did something foolish. Something she would later curse herself for and blame on a moment of human emotional weakness. The Tiger moved back and for a split second, she let down her guard. It was a costly mistake and one that might very well cause her to loose this fight. But the Father's pain and grief called to a deep, secret part of her. A terror soaked and dreamscape nightmare of recognition. A memory of her own suffering aboard a fleeing ship captained by a demon of shackles and death. And so, as the man fell to the sand, still defiant and proud, Saraphina lowered her head a bit closer to the ground. In the animal kingdom, such a maneuver was used in the beginning of displays of submission. She was offering the man a way out, if he left the beach now, she would not pursue. He would leave with only a wounded leg and a broken heart, neither of which she could help him with. But her opponent wasn't through with her yet, and with the damaged she'd taken, it was really anyone's victory.

T he cloud of sand thrown into the air made contact with the Tiger's golden eyes. Jerking her head back, Saraphina yowled in surprise. Her first instinct was to paw frantically at her eyes to try and clear it of the debris. White and red lights danced behind her eyelids even as she blink rapidly. Tears welled up and ran out of the corners of her eyes, helping to wash away the dirt but precious seconds were ticking by. Saraphina's reaction to the sand in her eyes was not to paw at her face, though every muscle and fiber of her being wanted to. Her reaction was to jump back away from the area where her nose and ears told her the ailing Father still remained. Her ribs screamed in agony at the movement, it was most likely that a few of them were broken from the assaults of her opponent, but with sheer force of will, Saraphina pushed the pain back. Blind in sight but still able to hear and smell the battle around her, the massive Tiger unsheathed her claws and slashed wildly at the air in front of her. In this way, even if the wounded brute of a human made another attempt to charge her, she might perhaps land a blow or two while he tried to reach her. If nothing else, the intimidating maneuver might encourage the man to flee back to the city to lick his wounds.

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Postby Ricky Maze on November 4th, 2014, 7:50 am

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For whatever reason his first counter measure was enough to send the drunken down onto his ass, therefore it rendered the rest of his would be chained attacks pointless at this point, given that all he had left in him was shivers that either came from outstanding fear or anger. For a moment there there seemed to be mockery found in Ricky's earlier statement, a question of plausible rhetoric to follow as the father stood his ground several feet away with an eyebrow raised in sudden wonder. Then a statement he found most profound reached his ears as he gasped, a sudden grind in his jaw led him to tense up as he stood rather petrified in his place. While his opponent showed no further vitality to continue the fight he tried to put up, what he said had by far done so much more damage than any wound he could inflict with the dagger he used.

Ricky had nothing hadn't but the ideals he held onto up until this point and now, now all of that seemed changed and skewed in to an array of different perspectives for him to see. Yet no matter how many times he tried to think differently, or even look at what the drunkard said in a different viewpoint, it had already been too late for the guard to realize that the meaning behind this was indeed rather bluntly obvious. The moment Ricky took up the uniform he pretty much threw away all definition of normalcy, hence why he'd been hurdled into the problems of Zeltiva so easily. Were he not a part of the guard, then would he still find himself on the front lines of danger? Were he able to give up this role and in turn follow his own route, would he be able to accept the fact he no longer had to answer the call for aid, whenever Zeltiva might find herself in more danger yet again? Could he do more if he tried to be less? Less than the guard he was, lesser than the average he strode for in his life?

He looked to his right hand as the mark reflected upon a brief period where he'd failed to realize how he'd come to earn such a favor, from the moment he met such a beautiful and loving being such as the Goddess her self, he'd found himself questioning what role he'd come to play in part of earning her favor. Was he meant to help others out? Did it fall to him to keep the light of hope alive, when times of darkness may come to fall on those that were around him? There was so many questions that ran through his mind, so many thoughts that led him to the breaking point. He wasn't sure how long this fight would carry on, but he felt tired of the conflict that surged between everyone already. There was battle cries and screams as both parties suffered injuries, their anguish a fuel for him to find reason to put an end to all this senseless madness that had occurred. In his own little trance Ricky approached the man that remained seated on the sand, serious thought weighed his expression as it remained in a locked frown.

His contemplation led him to kneel before the man and look him dead on in the eyes, serious contemplation led him to decide on something that he felt would lead to a justifiable means of understanding more. He had to know, he had to know just what the reason was. He needed to hear why exactly this man decided to fight this day, to bear arms against a tribe that bore no ill on them before today. "Tell me, what's yer story. Why did ye choose t' follow t'rough wit' dis act? And how exactly does dat make all dis violence and hurt justified?" He asked as he pointed all around at those who littered and crawled about the sand. At this point he wasn't sure if the fight was about to end, but he had to know before he tried to end it himself. For what reason did a man go so far as to harm innocents? There was fear and that had to be certain, but that wasn't enough for Ricky to accept. He wanted a real and actual reason, only then could he find himself ready to face the burden before him.
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Postby Yuri Lehrer on November 5th, 2014, 11:53 pm

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As the strike made its way towards his opponent’s leg, Yuri saw something he hadn’t expected happen, the man changed his blades direction so that it intercepted his own, however; it meant that the force of his strike disarmed his opponent, the blade sailing through the air. As Yuri came up from his roll he saw that his opponent did not seem to be bothered by this turn of events, instead he called out “Then you choose death!” The other man also reached for the tops of his boots, producing two long daggers, Yuri’s only thought was You have got to be kidding me… but I suppose that I should be proficient with multiple weapons as well, not too surprising… all things considered, and I shouldn’t ever let my anger get the better of me again.

The now dagger-wielding man held his blades with a confidence, Yuri perceived to be due to the other man using these weapons often, one held in a defensive manner, to ward off any blows directed at him, the other was held offensively, in what Yuri guessed to be the man’s dominant hand. As the man charged towards him, he slashed downwards towards Yuri’s shoulder, a movement which would have a devastating effect on him should it connect, it would leave Yuri without any strength in one arm, which would make defence much harder, if not impossible against the other man’s new onslaught.

Yuri decided that the best defence in this situation, would be to match the other man’s onslaught with an attack of his own, but that would be difficult due to the weapon advantage the other man possessed, while thinking this, Yuri felt his boot heel hit something, curiosity outweighing his growing sense of panic, he looked down to see that there was a dagger lying discarded there, quickly scooping it up, and simultaneously raising his sword, with the dagger behind it in a desperate X to try to meet the other man’s slashing attack, Yuri hoped he would be able to outlast the other man, or find a hole in his defences large enough for him to end this fight without it being fatal… for either of them.


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Postby Perplexity on November 6th, 2014, 1:37 am

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There came a resounding crack of thunder loud and booming almost deafening in its intensity. Warriors were silenced in the middle of their war cries. Swords paused mid-swing. Brawlers stumbled and some fighters were thrown off their feet. Confusion fell upon the crowd of angry citizens. Another peal of thunder soon followed and with it came the flash of lightning striking at the sands of the beach. Men screamed in fear as the sands exploded into the air. A small crater was former where smoldered red hot sands and as the smoke cleared there stood a woman flanked by two hooded robed figures. One of these man had his hand stretched forward and it was obvious from where the lightning had come. Behind the woman soon filed a full contingent of Wave Guard, summoned to quell the fighting. The woman looked down upon the startled crowd. Her face was painted with sadness.

ImageIs this what we have become?” Her voice was smooth and cultured, warm as the deserts of Eyktol. She carried herself with irrefutable confidence. Her bearing was that of a queen peering down upon her subjects. She was dressed in the finest of violet silks in garb that very well might have been suited for the desert. The lavender silk shawl that draped her shoulders was made all the more vibrant by the rich gold that adorned her neck and arms. Her midnight black hair fell down her well past even her waist. Amethyst jewels adorned several braids in her hair.

From among the crowd there were many gasps of astonishment. Several began lowering their gazes in shame. Some took to a knee bowing their heads in reverence. Whispers circulated.

The High Priestess….

Her Holiness…

Lady Selene…

Selene of the Delving, High Priestess of Laviku in Zeltiva had the attention of all before her. From among the contingent of Wave Guard who began bearing down upon the crowd came three dark skinned men. At their head was a very concerned looking man, strong in his bearing. He bellowed, the baritone of his voice booming over the silent crowd.

Shikar!” The gathered Iyvess shifted and from among them arose the ebony warrioress. She held herself with pride but she bore a few wounds from the skirmish. The broad shouldered man hurried forward and upon reaching Shikar he pulled her quite firmly into his arms pressing his forehead to hers. The both of them seemed to draw comfort from one another and it became obvious that this man was the woman’s partner, her husband, the Chief of the Iyvess. Selene stepped forward spreading her arms wide.

Is this the enlightenment of our glorious city? To welcome our brothers and sisters of The Deep with hatred and bloodshed? Where is the pride of Zeltiva? Where is the Faith in our beloved Father? Lay down your weapons, Children.” Silence reverberated across the sands where only the lapping of the waves could be heard. The resounding thud of a sword hitting the sands drew the attention of many. A tired looking man trudged away from the sword that he dropped. He cast the Iyvess a blank stare for a moment before wandering away from the crowd. Selene watched him go.

Let it be known that on this day, the Iyvess stay in the sanctuary of Laviku’s Temple.” With that the High Priestess made her way through the crowd. The two robed figures remained a pace behind her but lingered close. She extended her hands to the two leaders of the Iyvess who nodded their heads to her. She returned the bow as she took their hands making it clear to all that the aquatic Dhani had the blessing of Zeltiva’s holiest figure. Quietly they began making their way along the beach away from the crowd.

The brutish man never pursued his attack on Saraphina. What fight there was in him seemed to fade with the arrival of the company of Wave Guard and the High Priestess. Yuri’s opponent stopped mid-assault just as their blades crashed together and though anger burned in his eyes the man didn’t seem stupid enough to pursue fighting with so many there to quell it. The Iyvess seemed to withdraw from the crowd gravitating toward their leaders and the High Priestess. Several of their warriors remained on the fringes of the grouping but little by little the Zeltivans seemed to be drifting away from the battle site. After a few moments the robed figures made their way through the crowd.

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The drunkard was pulled to his feet by two guardsmen who quickly made their way over the injured Sergeant. He glared at Ricky even as the guardsman’s comrades made their way over to support him.

You deserve nothing from me, traitor.” The drunkard spit at Ricky’s feet. There was naught but contempt in his expression as he glared at him. Whatever words might have been shared between them, Ricky would never know. The assailant was taken away into the custody of the other guardsmen.

Strong work, Sergeant.” As the other Wave Guards tended to the crowd a middle-aged man approached Ricky. Upon his uniform he wore the rank of Captain. His face was weathered with age and seemed almost leathery in appearance. The beard on his chin and mustache over his lips was salted with grey but his bearing was highly disciplined and militant.

We will take it from here. I would send you off to the Infirmary right away but Her Holiness, Lady Selene has asked to see the proud defenders of our city’s peace. Namely, those who came to the aide of the Iyvess.” He rendered a salute before nodding to Ricky in dismissal. If Ricky had questions or perhaps desired to make a report then now was the time.

Saraphina


As the crowd dwindled a blue robed man came to stand before the tiger Kelvic. His eyes studied her intently as if he were searching her for something. He maintained a respectable distance as if he were awaiting her to shift. Whether she did or not he spoke to her all the same.

Her Holiness, the Lady Selene of the Delving requests the honor of your presence.” The robed man gave a bow before unclasping the button of his robe. Beneath them was revealed a lean, strong physique tanned by the sun. He wore the leathers of a warrior. Upon his arms danced the beautiful blue waves of Laviku as he extended the robe to Saraphina. Beyond that he made no other move to encroach upon her personal space.

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As Yuri’s opponent left him another man approached. Dressed in blue robes the color of ocean waters he studied the young mercenary for a moment.

Her Holiness, Lady Selene of the Delving requests the honor of your presence, Sir.” He gave a slight bow as he gestured with a hand toward the grouping of Iyvess. The Dhani warriors seemed to be scanning the dwindling crowd suspiciously but most if not all of the aggression had faded. As he rose the blue robed man turned and began making his way back toward the Iyvess grouping whether Yuri followed him or not. It was evident that the choice was completely up to the young mercenary. He could either answer the polite summoning of the High Priestess or he could be on his way.
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Postby Saraphina Skyglow on November 6th, 2014, 3:07 am

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Saraphina Skyglow


T he sudden CRACK of thunder reverberated through Saraphina's sensitive ears and she yowled in pain. Still blind and now partly deaf, had her burly opponent had any shred of fight left in him, the Tiger Kelvic would have made for a stupidly easy target in that instance. But no attack came and Saraphina could sense a calm flickering in the air, though with her senses muted she was unable to hear what had caused it. Blinking out the sand from her eyes and using her large paws to brush the tears away, she shook her broad head to clear it. After a chime or two, the world righted itself and she was able to see what had caused the sudden lull in the battle. The appearance of a strikingly beautiful women flanked by two robed men, as well as a full regiment of Wave Guard. She sighed softly in relief. Saraphina loved to fight, she enjoyed the thrill and challenge of pushing her body and skills to the limits, but even she was done with this pointless quarrel. The Iyvess had not deserved the assault on their camp in anyway and she was glad it was over. Looking around, the Tiger was pleased to see that injuries had been mostly minor. Truly the Iyvess were grand hunters, she hoped that she could maintain a friendship with them, but after the attack, that remained to be seen.

W hispers and hushed tones of reverence made it clear very quickly that the lady in purple was someone to be respected. Saraphina heard the title of 'Holiness' muttered by a few and decided that she would treat Lady Selene in the highest regard she could. After all, the women had stopped an all out brawl with only a few words, clearly in Zeltiva, she held power far beyond anything Saraphina could understand. Looking around, the Tiger tried to pick out Shikar from the crowd, but her search was interrupted by the appearance and frantic call of another dark skinned man. When the two embraced, Saraphina understood. The man was Shikar's bondmate. The Iyvess warrior was in good hands. Later, the ginger might try to speak to Shikar again, but for now she was being approached by one of the robed men. Cocking her head to the side and shifting a bit uncomfortably, Saraphina was glad when the man stopped at a fair distance and bowed to her. When he removed his cloth covering and held it out as an offering, she nodded her feline head. It would be unwise to shun a request from someone as noted as Selene. And though Saraphina might be a trouble seeker at times, a fool she was not. A shimmer of light pasted over the Kelvic as she released her borrowed Tiger form and reverted to her human appearance.

S araphina's eye flew open wide and she groaned in pain, cluching at her side and partly doubling over. Gritting her teeth together and carefully drawing in shallow breaths, she managed to blink back the white light dancing behind her eyelids. The assults on her body had cost her, she was definatly sporting a few cracked ribs and perhaps a bruised lung. Her human form was not as durable as her feline one, the injuries were more sensitive now that she was on two legs. But she was a stubborn and headstrong women, battle wounds would not stall her. She would preserve, as she always did. After a chime or two of adjusting to the new aches, she managed a somewhat pained smile at the leather armored man standing before her. Straightening and happy the man didn't seem to mind waiting for her to recover, she walked towards him. Gratefully taking the robe and wrapping it around her shoulders, she let it fall closed to fully cover her naked and battered body, before nodding to in thanks to the Priestess aide, "Apologises for the delay and thank you for the robe. I would be happy to respond to the summons of her Holiness, Lady Selene. Please lead on, I will follow." Limp behind was likely more accurate a statement, but Saraphina was proud. She would not show weakness if she could help it, even if her ribs throbbed in agony and her breath burn in her chest. Injuries would heal with time, first impressions lasted a lifetime. She would approach Lady Selene with the pride of Morwen's children on her shoulders.

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Postby Ricky Maze on November 6th, 2014, 6:07 am

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Almost immediately after he'd knelt down to hopefully hear the story he wanted to have, an overwhelmingly loud boom roared all around as it rattled Ricky to the core. The sound of thunder at such a close range had been something he'd never expected hear much less feel, and as soon as he did he felt his entire body jolt as he braced his head between his arms. When he looked up over his shoulder to see what the petch had just happened there had yet been another sudden outrageous boom of thunder as a random surge of lightning bolted down in the midst of the battlefield. There were screams as men all around managed to have a taste of what real destructive power was, as Ricky could only surmise that had been generated by the hands of a very powerful mage that had arrived at the scene. Little did he suspect that it would in fact be one of Zeltiva's most influential people, which just so happened to be the High Priestess of Laviku that resided in Zeltiva's own temple.

Lady Selene and a couple of hooded people strode onto the field with the full force of the Wave Guard to follow, as the fight was swiftly brought to an end just shortly after it'd began. It'd been rather fortunate that she'd come at the time she did, since her very word would help still the cause for further bloodshed. As everyone came to murmur of her appearance and most managed to find it in themselves to bow, Ricky in turn followed in that manner as he paid a respective bow on one knee towards the High Priestess. In turn he rose after her speech had been brought to an end, all while those here were either apprehended or let free to move on back into the city. Shikar and her lover were reunited and guided onward with the rest of their people, as they were given sanctuary at the temple for their harrowing welcome they'd received. Deep down Ricky felt anguish about the whole event, really he didn't wish for them to witness such a reaction from Zeltiva. It could've been prevented, but he and the rest of the Wave Guard were unprepared for such a sudden movement. At least he was seeing as how he failed to expect such an uprising, maybe if he'd been a bit more cautious he would've known better.

That didn't matter now of course. The guard couldn't help but watch all around him as he'd forgotten that he'd suffered injury, as the train of thought he'd lost before still fogged his mind while the man that assaulted him remained on the ground. There were no words to be spoken it seems, and when the other guards came to take him away, he had only further spite for what Ricky represented. Did his actions really make him a traitor to the city? There were more words he hadn't expect to hear, words of what he could only hope was actual praise, seeing as how he'd withstood against the very thing he was meant to protect. When he turned to face the man who addressed him sudden awe became present for a brief moment, as the Sergeant then straightened up with a salute to the one and only Captain of the Wave Guard. "T'ank yew Cap'n!" He tried his best to look presentable at least given the circumstances, even if his wound might've continued to soak the uniform, he didn't feel it all that threatening to his own life. He had experienced much worse after all...

"Not t' worry Cap'n, Oi'll make do wit' dis. T'is just a flesh wound." Still to learn that he was wanted to be addressed by the High Lady, that alone led him to feel a sense of humbleness heavy enough to weaken the knees. The argument in his mind led him to wonder if his actions were indeed correct to follow, but more or less the very real question that hit him before still continued to repeat in his mind. The uniform. By taking up the role of a guard did he surrender all sense of normalcy? Things did seem simpler back then before he left Zeltiva on his first journey, and now that he thought about it would things go back to being that way? Were he to resign could things ever be the same? He didn't know honestly, but he definitely needed time to think about it before he made a decision. "A status report sir," He vocalized as he straightened once more, "From what Oi collect it was just a small group dat rebelled out o' fear, so far t'ere weren't too many casualties as most suffered injuries." He hesitated for a moment before he decided on what he would say next, and yet even if he wanted to he just wasn't ready. Not yet at least.

"Dat is all." He saluted with respect as he loosened up some, the uptight quality of his demeanor probably a painful sight for some to bear. He wasn't exactly sure with how formal he should act around those with higher statuses such as the Captain, to him they deserved the utmost respect granted they'd worked hard to earn it. Once the captain finally decided nodded to dismiss Ricky, that was when he picked his sword up from the sand, and sheathed it within its scabbard. He would then continue with the next task he'd been given, which was to approach the High Priestess as she had asked and in turn bow to her once more with great respect.
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