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| Flashing Arrows [FIN]; [P] Nkiruka | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Aug 20, 2011 2:08 am (391 Views) | |
| Nkiruka | Mon Aug 29, 2011 2:02 pm Post #16 |
 
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Nkiruka grimaced at the name "sweet cheeks," but pushed it aside and answered the man's questions. As she spoke, the soldier kept her gaze focused forward. "On horseback, we'll arrive at high noon today. It would have taken us much longer had we gone on foot." And thankfully so; it was rather windy today, throwing sand everywhere. Nkiruka didn't want to be out here for very long. "We'll probably have to camp on the salt flat after we take care of the Mana-Eaters before returning to Hashem at first light tomorrow." The soldier glanced at the black bow near Tandorus; the change in the angling of her head caused the ends of her white scarf to whip in the wind. "I don't care if you hang back. I'm a melee fighter, so just don't get in my way." A few hours of silence later, they reached a massive obelisk-like monument made of iron. The front was covered in names etched into the metal; probably some important figures or fallen comrades in an ancient civil war. "This way." Nkiruka urged her horse off the road, northeast. Thankfully, the rolling sand dunes had given way to a slightly flatter, scruffier desert, making it easier for their mounts to move. "We ride in this direction until we reach a salt flat. The Korashi Sinkhole will be in the center of that salt flat. Shouldn't be too long, now." |
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| Tandorus | Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:44 pm Post #17 |
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Tand nodded to her questions, camping out would be fine after killing the creatures, but sleep would kill them if they didn't destroy them before hand. As they rode he started to think of reasons on how the Mana-Eaters came into being, he knew they weren't in the desert seven hundred years ago when he was wandering the desert and killing the demons he had helped release. He pondered if for a while, his only solutions being they've always been here but just recently decided to come out of the ground or a mage created a few as part of an experiment and then got devoured by them... but that didn't make sense, either of them. A mage probably wouldn't create a creature that could eat mana and weaken him nor would they have waited under the sand for eight hundred years unless they had a steady supply of mana and bodies. Tand was lost in thought until they came to a rather large iron monolith, he stopped to look at it, having his horse trot over to it and placing a hand on it. He closed his eyes and remembered the battlefield, he wasn't put in the battle as a leader, but as simply part of the archery division, his first war. He whispered a few words to the monolith, thanking those who helped him and died in the war. He turned to follow Nkiruka, urging his horse to catch up, he turned to her and simply said, "That monument was from a war over eight hundred years ago, I'm a bit of a historian in my free time. Tha' two forces were tha' Sultan's newly made groups under novice leaders and tacticians, they fought a force far smaller then their own and won only because of reinforcements from tha' Sultan. It was tha' biggest mistake in Istan's military history... they use this battle as an example of what not ta' do when leadin' an army." He personally could have done better, but higher ranking nobles, but as always, corruption and money get the nobles everything they want, and they care not what happens because of their foolish actions. |
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| Nkiruka | Mon Sep 5, 2011 7:45 pm Post #18 |
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Nkiruka's expression soured a bit, but thankfully it was mostly hidden under her scarf. Tandorus told stories like an old man. Honestly, the soldier could care less about her native region's struggles so many hundreds of years ago. What was really important was what was happening now. She kept her gaze focused forward, unwittingly asserting this belief in a symbolic way. After what felt like an endless stretch of sun-baked land, they finally reached the salt flat Zaman had described to them. "Wow," was the first thing Nkiruka said in hours -- and quietly, too, as if speaking too loud would ruin the massive sense of scale the area had. The entire horizon, it seemed, was pure white. Their horses' hooves left small indentations in the fine layer of salt. It was deathly quiet. The sinkhole would be around here somewhere. Nkiruka narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the beating sun of high noon. "There." She pointed out a massive indentation in the ground, perhaps fifty feet or more in diameter, off beyond the range of a normal human's sight. She turned her horse to move in that direction, leading the way. As they drew closer to the sinkhole, Nkiruka noticed a large amount of holes bored into the ground. She slowly unsheathed one of her two shortswords, guiding her mount with her free hand. "Careful," she said softly. |
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| Tandorus | Tue Sep 6, 2011 6:10 pm Post #19 |
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Tand shrugged at the salt flat, it wasn't as interesting as glass pillars or giant iron monuments that held significant historical importance. He saw the holes, more then big enough to fit a man of his size with ease, must be some kind of elite bug that's meant to protect the hive... he still wasn't sure how these things thought, only how they fought. Tand took out his bow and readied an arrow, he dismounted and inspected the holes closer, they were deep... but he could hear something... it was faint. He closed his eyes and focused on it, it was... singing, something or someone was singing, he couldn't make out the words, but it sounded familiar. He opened his eyes, he was staring directly into the maw of a Mana-Eater, it's mandibles opened up, it's long fang like teeth ready to snap him up, he barely dodged it by backpedaling, pulling back his string and shooting his arrow, slaying the best with a perfect shot to the head. Tand looked around, seeing four more rise from the holes, they were about half the size of Tand, but twice as wide. He brought up his bow again, only to take a step forward, the ground beneath him cracking, he fell through the ground with a surprised yelp, into one of the tunnels, barreling down the passage way, it was slick with some kind of ooze... it smelled foul and gave off a slight yellow glow. He slid down the tunnels for only a few minutes until it leveled out and he came barreling into a large room. Tand looked around to see hundreds of others, just staring him... as if they were bored or waiting for a command. Tand stood up and walked forward, making sure his steps were slow and even, he didn't want to startle the monsters. Tand looked up, he could see the opening of the sinkhole, it was at least fifty feet straight up, he couldn't climb out of it any time soon. His ears perked up as the singing became clearer, it was in an old Istani dialect... it was similar to the dialect of dwellers of Istan City, but it was much older, much more descriptive. He listened to the song for a bit, trying to pick out where it was coming from... he couldn't pinpoint it yet, but as he looked around he saw the Mana-Eaters swaying to the music, as if mesmerized by it... maybe they could use magic music to help defend caravans... until then though, all he could do was wait for Nkiruka to come and save him... or fall in and get stuck like him. |
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| Nkiruka | Tue Sep 13, 2011 3:48 pm Post #20 |
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Nkiruka hissed a curse, wheeling her horse around to charge back toward Tandorus and help him. More Mana-Eaters rose from the holes between them, though. Her mount slammed its hooves into the salt, coming to a sudden stop and screaming in terror. It reared up, striking out at the closest monster with its hooves, but throwing the soldier off in the process. Nkiruka landed violently in a roll, her wings slapping against the white earth. The action blended seamlessly into a full recovery as she twisted and rolled into a crouch, pulling out her other shortsword in the process. More Mana-Eaters beared down on her. Nkiruka pushed up with all her weight, running the closest one through the throat. Blood belched from the wound and became a violent spray when she tore her weapon out. It slumped down, lifeless. Good; while numerous, these enemies would be easy kills. Flapping her wings for extra distance, Nkiruka leaped over the group remaining so she could close the distance between herself and Tandorus. When she finally got close, though, the earth cracked and buckled underneath her. Salt crumbled, and she fell back-first into a hidden hole. The walls of the tunnel were cramped and covered in a viscous liquid that smelled horrible to the soldier's enhanced nose. She dug her weapons into the walls to slow her descent slightly, but it was simply too slippery to keep herself from moving at an alarming rate through the ground. Several minutes passed with no apparent end. She finally shot out of a wall, emerging into the bottom of what looked to be the Korashi Sinkhole proper. Nkiruka slammed back-first onto the ground just a few feet away from Tandorus. At first, she didn't move, taking in the sight before her. There were hundreds of them here. They lined the walls of the sinkhole endlessly, staring down at them with their beady little eyes. She couldn't breathe for a moment. Slowly she got up, looking over at Tandorus. He looked lost in thought, listening to the music that was so clear now. Nkiruka listened as well. She recognized the language as Istani, but it was completely unfamiliar to her, using words and pronunciations that were like shadows of her actual second language. Maybe a strange dialect, or a closely related but different language? Either way, she had no idea why there was music here, or why the Mana-Eaters weren't attacking. Maybe that was what Tandorus was thinking about. "We should probably handle this... delicately," Nkiruka whispered, stating the obvious. |
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| Tandorus | Tue Sep 13, 2011 7:24 pm Post #21 |
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Tand looked back at Nkiruka, smirking, "Yeah, though look closer, they're swaying and bobbin' their heads to tha' music. I think whoever is singin' it is either controllin' them or stallin' them. Either way I hope you don't mind if I take tha' lead... I can understand tha' old Istani words." He racked his brain trying to remember the old tongue, he hadn't spoken it in around six hundred years, he slowly made out a few words, it was a song about the past... about warriors come and gone... but what made his face go white was the fact that he remembered the battles, flames of hell mixing with an arrow's song... his fights against the demons. How could they know about these things from several centuries ago... unless they've always been around, always been in Istan. He looked back at Nkiruka and shuttered, "I think ya should know about what we're gonna find... whoever is singin' is singin' about past wars and battles in Istan. More specifically tha' battles between eight and seven hundred years ago. So we can assume they've existed since then and have watched humans fer eight hundred years, terrifyin' ain't it?" He slowly walked forward, making his way towards the middle of the sink hole. He tripped near the middle, his foot caught on something... he heard the resounding hissing laughter of the Mana-Eaters... Tand stood up quickly and checked where his foot had been stuck a moment before... it was an old latch, an old smuggler's den perhaps. Tand opened it up, looking down into it, he saw the eyes of another Mana-Eater who screeched out in surprise, startling Tand and forcing him to back away from the hole. The tunnel echoed with the sounds of more screeching, the music slowly getting louder and louder until finally... the largest Mana-Eater so far burrows from the ground. Standing at ten feet tall, it's body measuring around twenty feet, though instead of a harsh face and mandibles, a woman's upper torso, covered in an old ragged cloth dress, stood out, singing and calming the creatures. Tand couldn't believe his eyes, he knew that face, it was one of the thousand faces etched into his memory... she had been one of the slaves that had been executed over eight hundred years ago... burned in hellfire. The woman stopped singing, looking down at her two new guests, it only took her a few seconds to recognize Tand, she giggled before speaking, "Hello Tandorus Elderson, it's sooooo good to see you again after... eight hundred years? Oh, don't worry, I hold no grudge against you for killing me. It's so nice to finally be able to talk to you... to thank you for selling the one thousand souls to the demons, though some of us were rather... strong willed and became things like me, though I imagine most of them are still asleep, resting and slowly regaining their power." She giggled as she took a few steps forward, glaring at Nkiruka, "But what's this... did you find a new wife? That's not good, I promised that I would be the one to keep you forever... even if it meant getting you into the cold embrace of death." Tand shivered, she was psychotic, and worst of all she had an army of beasts at her command, he could only hope Nkiruka wouldn't start the attack just yet... they needed answers first. |
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| Nkiruka | Fri Sep 30, 2011 7:20 pm Post #22 |
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Nkiruka knew very quickly that this was far beyond her. All of those Mana-Eaters against the two of them... they wouldn't even last sixty seconds. At least Tandorus seemed to have some idea of what was going on. Nkiruka nodded, following him slowly, keeping her hands on her shortswords and her eyes up at the vast sinkhole. The clattering mandibles of the insects reverberated through the air. The song got louder and louder, so loud that Nkiruka almost started wincing in pain. It all culminated in the explosion of a massive monster from the ground. Nkiruka's reaction was instinctual: she darted in front of Tandorus, her shortswords out and held in a protective stance. Her face hardened into a glare as the strange half-human, half-Mana-Eater spoke confidently to Tandorus. "His wife?" Nkiruka spat, partially interrupting the woman. For a moment, her indignation toward this actually distracted her from the other alarming information she shared: how this man, apparently a high-ranking member of the Army of Istan, had sold a thousand souls to demons -- and hundreds of years ago, at that. Nkiruka's voice elevated to a shout that tore through the sinkhole, magnified by it. "I'm not his wife. You can have him, for all I care." She shut down either of them before they could speak. "Both of you need to explain right now what's going on. Who are you?" She turned her head slightly over her shoulder, glaring at Tandorus, "Or you, too, for that matter? Selling souls to demons? Eight-hundred years ago?" Nkiruka stared down the towering half-woman, her feet firmly on the ground in front of Tandorus. |
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| Tandorus | Fri Sep 30, 2011 8:15 pm Post #23 |
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He was slightly taken aback from Nkiruka's stare, though he felt it would only be worse if he let the monstrosity talk for him, he sighed before starting from the beginning, "I am Tandorus Elderson, I am second only to tha' Sultan and tha' Generals of tha' military. I am tha' first and only leader of tha' Black Bows, I am over eight hundred years old from a deal I made with devils. Though before you take yer blades and attack me or tha' giant Mana-eater, I suggest you listen ta' why I made tha' deal. Eight hundred and... roughly thirty years ago I was asked for one last service from tha' military before I was plannin' on retirin'. We had just fought a war against some tribes who worked ta'gether ta' try and take over all of Istan, we lost many men and were in no shape for a foreign invasion. Turns out tha' tribes were gettin' help from 'em and they just wanted ta' use tha' tribes ta' weaken us, it succeeded. So tha' high rankin' nobles and generals all got ta'gether and formulated a plan, they started buyin' slaves, capturin' bandits, and even askin' fer volunteers ta' be sacrificed, all done discreetly of course. They ended up rounding up one thousand people, though none of them wanted ta' do tha' sacrificin' or face tha' devils and demons. So I was asked to do it fer my last mission, I contacted tha' devils and gave them one thousand souls in exchange fer crushin' tha' enemy force, their degree of power went higher then they expected and gave me tha' curse of immortality as a partin' gift. Once tha' devils destroyed tha' army we believed most of 'em went back to tha' Abyss. With my job done I was refused my retirement and they tried ta' force me back... inta' permanent service. So I took my wife, kids, parents, my wife's parents... took'em all inta' tha desert and ran, I deserted my home and paid for it a thousand times over. In tha' end tha' devils came back, killed my family, slaughtered my children in front of me, so I killed them all, I hunted them down fer one hundred years in tha' Istan Desert, creatin' tha' legend of tha' Black Bowman, and that is all my story in Istan durin' that time." His knuckles were white from clenching them, he hated remembering all of the people he killed and all the people he failed to protect. On the day of the last demon he killed he tossed away his family bow, leaving it in the desert for all eternity. He looked at the monster woman who simply nodded and smiled, "Yes, that is correct to a degree, but you left out how you went to each person who volunteered to be sacrificed and every slave and apologized to them for what you did... such chivalry and you knew your duty to Istan, so I am giving you a gift, a gift of purpose. Here, take up what was once yours and stop me, become the hero I swore you would be! I will show everyone the dark past of Istan and make you the light that saves us all!" Tand shook his head, she was insane... though in the corner of his eye he saw movement, a Mana-eater was using it's head to push an old chest towards them, it stopped short of Tandorus and rushed away. Tand could feel something familiar about it, he walked to it, seeing an old insignia, a raven carrying an arrow in it's claw, he frowned as he opened it, taking out an old black bow with a single gold plated insignia on it, it was his bow... Tha' Black Bow. He held it for a moment before turning to the monster woman, rage on his face, "You will do no such thing! Tha' history was put inta' tha' darkness fer a reason, I refuse ta' let you destroy all of my hard work. It's better if history fergets me and tha' things I've done! I will stop you here and now!" He quickly places an arrow on the bow, the shaft of the arrow slowly turning into glass before firing it, the glass arrow burying into the torso's stomach, she screamed, her magical voice ringing out, Tand grabbed his head, it felt like something was trying to rip out his skull. Most of the Mana-eaters simply exploded, though the adults were unharmed, the screaming soon ended after the Mana-eaters made it to the ground, all of them hissing at them. Tand looked to Nkiruka, as he took his hands off his head, "I'm sorry, but we're probably gonna die here, might as well fight till tha' end, eh?" He put another arrow on his bow, ready to fight. |
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| Nkiruka | Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:35 pm Post #24 |
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Nkiruka darted out of the way before a shower of insectoid viscera would have covered her. The woman was dead -- as were many of the smaller Mana-Eaters -- which was good. Unfortunately the remaining adults, of which there were many, were now bearing in on them. "Hold on!" Nkiruka roared. She grabbed tight onto Tandorus' arm. Beating her wings with all of her strength, the soldier launched herself into the air. She managed to fly a decent distance before the hordes congealed, carpeting the entire sinkhole floor. She flew in wide circles like a circling vulture. With the added weight of another person, flight was awkward and difficult even with her enhanced strength, but she was able to maintain a relatively steady path with some focus. Keeping one of her shortswords out, Nkiruka slashed at any wayward Mana-Eater that tried to jump at them from the sinkhole walls. After several minutes of this, she looked up. The entrance was so close... They burst from the sinkhole and into the salt flat once more. Nkriuka's hand slipped against Tandorus', and she lost her grip on him completely once she was only a short ways away from the mouth of the sinkhole. She landed near him, breaking into a run toward their horses a few hundred feet away. "We can take them!" she shouted at her ally. "We're on even ground now!" Nkiruka pressed her fingers to her mouth and released a loud whistle, calling over her horse. It came running; she mounted it as it passed. Urging her mount into a gallop, she circled the salt flat, watching the endless carpet of Mana-Eaters emerge from the rim of the sinkhole. They had to do this -- for the safety of all the travelers in the greater Hashem area. This had to end. |
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| Tandorus | Sat Oct 15, 2011 2:46 pm Post #25 |
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He smirked when she took his arm and took flight, so escape was possible, he had to hang onto her just as she was hanging onto him, he feared the fact that if she dropped him he woud probably die on impact or be unable to defend himself against the army of mana-eaters. As they circled he noticed a few larger then average adults rising from the sands, probably the Queen's guard, to late to protect their queen. He frowned as they seemed to look up at him, knowing it was him, he frowned as Nkiruka broke through and finally rose above the sinkhole. He loosened his grip as they started to fly from it, only he didn't notice that she had lost her grip, and he tumbled to the ground, he curled up and held his head up, as he landed he rolled a short distance, he slowly stood up once he stopped rolling, checking himself for injuries, he found none besides a few scrapes and bruises. When Nkiruka came back she said they could do this, he chuckled, what enthusiasm and optimism, he used to be like that to, but eight hundred years later, he'd changed to much to think like that. He walked over towards the sinkhole, arming himself with his black bow, nocking an arrow on bowstring as he waited, firing his arrows just as the heads poked out from the main hole, his arrows magically returning to his quiver once the corpse fell to far away. He looked around, wondering why they weren't coming at them from the smaller holes scattered around... maybe killing the queen possibly made them go berserk and they were just charging for the largest opening, the sinkhole. He shook his head, it was better to never assume anything, he continued firing his arrow, slaying his foes in a single shot, that was his job, to kill the small fry as the real hero took care of the real threat, for he saw one of the largest Mana-eaters rise up, it's armor was thick and black, it's fangs were dripping some kind of green slime, probably a form of poison. He shot an arrow into it's armored bulk, only to see it bounce off and shatter, that was bad, it looks like that one was up to Nkiruka, he focused on the smaller adults, killing them with single minded determination. |
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| Nkiruka | Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:05 pm Post #26 |
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It was huge. The massive Mana-Eater lumbered out from the sinkhole. Black carapace plates overlapped and moved in rhythm with its body, forming a thick suit of armor over it. Nkiruka noticed a green liquid dripping from its mandibles -- nothing she would want to get on her skin, probably. She blazed by it on her horse, catching its attention away from the less resilient-looking Tandorus. The soldier would have to take care of it alone. The insect pushed its heavy body into a charge, picking up momentum after the horse and rider. Nkiruka balanced on her mount's back and unsheathed her short swords. She slashed a deep line into the outside of each opposite forearm, causing black blood to explode from the wound. The blood crystallized into a pair of long lances running parallel to her arms, extending out even past the reach of her original weapons. When the Mana-Eater began catching up dangerously close, Nkiruka gripped the reigns and pulled one side tight. The horse turned hard until it ran the opposite direction as the monster. Nkiruka pushed up on the saddle and lifted one leg over her horse so that she dangled off its side by one foot in the stirrup. She waited for the moment when the Mana-Eater and the horse would pass... She leaped off the horse and slammed her weapons into the monster. One of them wasn't sharp enough to pierce its thick hide, only scraping it uselessly, but the other had a magical sharpness that allowed it to pierce the carapace. The beast stopped, trying to shake her off. She waited for a lull in the movement before launching her body up from her weapon, landing just high enough to hook her other weapon into a ridge on the top of its body and fully climb up. The soldier stabbed into a crack in the armor plating with her lance, and the beast screamed. She stabbed again, this time finding a more destructive point in its neck to break off the other blood-lance. Droplets of blood spattered at high pressure over her, and immediately she realized that the Mana-Eater's mandibles weren't the only thing that was dangerous. The blood, a strange greenish-black color, burned right through her clothes and into her flesh -- a strong acid, maybe. As it collapsed, Nkiruka gave a pained growl and jumped down from its body, holding her arm which had been most badly burned by the acidic blood. Edited by Nkiruka, Sat Oct 22, 2011 9:06 pm.
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| Tandorus | Sun Oct 23, 2011 12:10 am Post #27 |
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Tand smirked as he saw Nkiruka dealing with the beast, she was doing so marvelously, though some of the smaller ones were starting towards it, he sent his arrows flying through the air, killing the mana-eaters quickly, with a barrage of arrows. He frowned as Nkiruka fell to the ground, he ran towards her and whistled, trying to catch her attention, "There's far to many fer only us ta' take care of! Ya gotta get outta here while I buy ya some time, get a full squad ta'gether and come back, I'll fend'em off and let ya escape and hold their attention fer a day while ya move. No arguments, this is an order from a higher ranked officer, now retreat and come back with reinforcements!" He brought another arrow to his bowstring, nocking it and firing it off into the head of another mana-eater, their blind charge and screeching made their throats and heads easy targets. Tand took a short reprieve from firing as he had his hand hover above her wounds, "Healin' Winds, heal this injured soldier." With a small stirring breeze the wounds started to seal up, though his magic power was not as good as it once was, he should have taken the sting out of the wound, maybe even given back any movement she might have lost. He brought his hand back to his quiver, sending more arrows into the coming foes, they would be overtaken if they wouldn't get moving soon, he groaned as he saw another of the larger beasts starting to surface, they needed reinforcements, not heroics. He was prepared to call over his horse when a hail of arrows rained down, a whooping call came from the east as men wearing all black leather armor, hoods, and black bows in hand, rushed their position, firing arrows as they ran, some glowing with odd enchantments, others simply multiplying in the sky, raining down a barrage of illusory arrows. Tand smiled and aimed his bow carefully, calling out, "Blackbows ta' me! Ta' me! Feather tha' mana-eaters and report ta' me!" Another whooping call answered him as more arrows rained down, decimating what mana-eaters had surfaced, the Blackbows have arrived. |
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| Nkiruka | Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:29 pm Post #28 |
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There was no end to them. As Nkiruka passed near Tandorus, he issued an ultimate order: to retreat back to Hashem and get a squad of reinforcements. Nkiruka opened her mouth to protest -- she didn't want to leave him alone for a day out here -- but the seemingly immortal man pressed the issue from his position as a superior officer. "Yes, sir!" Nkiruka shouted, tearing off into the salt flat. She ran her horse until it was exhausted. Wasting no time, she quickly used her dwindling supplies to feed and water it before tying it near the Iron Monument and continuing in the air. Hopefully it would survive until she returned. By the time she returned to Hashem, the sun was starting to set. Captain Zaman was standing outside the door to her office, fumbling with her extensive keyring to find the proper one to lock her own door. Nkiruka was out of breath, but explained the situation to the best of her ability. Twelve guardsmen thundered through the Istan Desert in the middle of the night. Nkiruka struggled to keep up with them in the air, as exhaustion was quickly settling in. These were some of Zaman's best men; she knew they would fully cleanse this area of the monsters. Their haste caused them to reach the Iron Monument in a matter of hours, and Nkiruka's hard landing on the back of her horse woke it up. She urged it to catch up with the squad as they pulled hard northeast, toward the salt flat. When the squad crossed into the salt flat at dawn, one of them pulled a horn from his equipment and sounded it hard, announcing to Tandorus that they had arrived. Horses pushed through a field of carnage, endless Mana-Eater bodies littering the ground, until they crashed into the front line as a unified force. Insectoids were trampled, cut down, butchered left and right. Nkiruka had recovered from her exhaustion during the ride and pulled up next to Tandorus. She was grinning at him. "I'm almost not surprised that you're still alive, given what I know about your lifespan now." Edited by Nkiruka, Sun Oct 23, 2011 3:33 pm.
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| Tandorus | Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:09 pm Post #29 |
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Tand fought for a full day with the Blackbows that had found him, they were probably trailing him by order of the Sultan or one of the few generals that held rank over him, either way, he had been saved as they launched hail upon hail of arrows. They held their position and fought, using whatever means necessary, somehow one of them had gotten some dwarven dragon powder, a powder made from a dragon or drake's lung mixed with powder, a small flame would cause it to explode violently, they used those on the larger ones, taking them down quickly. He fought commanding his troops once again, not losing a single one of them, they called him Commander still, which he technically was, but not being on the field with them hasn't diminished their respect for him, he was still their commander. The next day he saw figures in the distance, reinforcements, perfect. They fought until they came, wiping out the wave of beasts with ease, when Nkiruka came to talk to him he chuckled, "It's all thanks ta' tha' Blackbows, looks like tha' Sultan or some bigwig told them ta' follow me around. I got tha' report from them during the short lulls in combat, tha' rest of tha' Mana-eaters are tha' small adults, we had some dragon powder bombs, used 'em ta' blow tha' shells off of 'em and skewered 'em with arrows." He watched the men in black hoods and black bows started picking up their arrows, they nodded and bowed, getting ready to leave, they had kept their commander alive, their work is done. Tand smirked at Nkiruka, "So what are ya doin' ta'night? Mind drinkin' in celebration of our win and tha' eradication of tha' Mana-eater threat." He smiled as his arrows magically appeared in his quiver, he placed his bow on his back, waiting for an answer. |
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| Nkiruka | Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:03 pm Post #30 |
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Nkiruka's grin faded into a slight frown. After they had fought together she'd almost forgotten how the man had acted to her when they first met. "I don't drink," she said. "I was actually planning on getting some sleep..." She rounded her horse around so she was facing in the direction to leave. "But it was a pleasure working with you, Black Bow Tandorus. Even if you're actually eight-hundred years old." Nkiruka kind of chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll keep your secret." The moment Nkiruka reached the city, she checked back into her inn room and flopped fully clothed onto the bed. She was asleep within minutes. She woke up to a heavy knock on the door. Brushing herself off to look halfway presentable, the soldier opened it. Zaman, the Captain of the Guard here, was leaning heavily against the doorframe, her cheeks red and an idiot grin on her face. "Let me guess. You went--" "--out drinking with Tandorus!" Zaman finished Nkiruka's words. "You sure you don't wanna come down? It's fuuuun! My men are singing the old Istani drinking songs Tandorus was teaching them, we can all learn and make a band-..." Nkiruka slammed the door on her and went back to sleep. |
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