Conscripts

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Edge of Lover's Lake
Interactions: Torvi/Mina @Tae, Roman @ReusableSword, Anatasia
Mentions:

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"Of course nothing goes smoothly."

Without a beat, Frederick swung his hand on the back of Anastasia's head, strong but with tempered measure, very forcefully make her go as gently as possible into the dreamland.

"Wait, that's the princess." John just realized who their target was, as she fell on his arm unconscious. It sent a cold up his throat.

"That's why I acted. She does not need to know." Frederick cracked his knuckles. "We've seen enough. Let's move."

He did not hesitate to dash in already, not even waiting for John's readiness or observation. He was a military man, he trusted John to be right behind him with his syringes at the ready.

When John and Frederick emerged clear from the forest, entering the fight with Roman from the side, with Farim at one end and Torvi on a tug of war with him. They did not stop to consider what Torvi seemed to be doing, they jumped straight on Roman one at a time, who seemed to be more than distracted at the sight in front of him. Frederick was first, he stomped on Roman's knee joint from behind, then he would slam his fist on the back of his head. If it knocked him out here, all the merrier. John is right behind him, ready to detoxify him.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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It didn't seem like the hologram was sentient. The orc leaned side to side while it was talking and it didn't react to it, only when he had the spear, a message from the long departed.

From what he could figure, this spear had a stained past. Whoever was named Lukman was clearly very attached to the spear, and likely a good warrior to back its mythical status, but something had happened that made both the owner, the hologram to harbour such conflict towards this spear. For the elves, these objects and artifacts had a romantic notion to them as if they too are also human, and their legacy are tied to that of their owners. Tillius couldn't say he fully understood the sentimentality, but the blade clearly was in good shape, so its story continues to be written. Like that elf said, he ought to use this for the purpose of good, whatever that means with this group of adventurers.

Tillius spent a couple more minutes than the rest looking over the quality of this nifty weapon he just acquired. Even with just a whiff, the air already cried pain. It's a good weapon, something he would have loved to have possessed back in his service. And better yet, since it was made by elves for elves, the weight of the weapon was nowhere near heavy enough for him to be used with two hands. It wouldn't hinder his ability to use it in conjunction with the shield, unlike the two falchions that actually required two hands to use to its fullest extent. However, he is at the limit of his capacity.

Finally, he joined back the group. Like Rezello, he caught the tail-end of the conversation. Letting the lads have the discussion of whether or not they should carry around that skull that could potentially put everyone in jeopardy, Tillius stood by Rezello.

"Out of curiosity, how good are you with spears? Or twin swords?" He said to the man, still looking at the group hurdling in the workshop.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: Edge of Lover's Lake
Interactions: Not yet
Mentions: Torvi/Mina @Tae, Roman @ReusableSword, Sorian Guards @princess

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For most of the celebrations, the two doctors recused himself in the woods, only observing the celebration from a safe if not unseen distance, their black jackets blended harmonically in the evening mist. They mostly chatted, observed other celebration goers and often times, mostly for the younger and excitable John, humming to the sound of the music. However, they both did not participate in the celebratory feasts or dance. It is easy to get swept up in the heat of the moment, and as doctors, they needed to stay vigilant for others who might be in or causing trouble. Case in point.

"What in the hell is happening?" John looked upon the stage, seeing his friend, Roman, acting strange and then getting piled on by several guards.

"Hmm?" Frederick turned towards the stage on command, as Roman was slowly breaking free of his grasp. His eyes flattened for a few seconds. "Looks like he might be drugged."

"Drugged? We have to restrain him pronto. A man of his size is a juggernaut." John proclaimed.

"Patience." Frederick crossed both his arms, his head gestured in the direction of the few city guards. They didn't seem aware of the two doctor's presence, but the two can hear them easily. They were here for Violet, so unrelated.

Roman finally broke free after a minute or so of struggling, now John's fear materialized, as he began rampaging through the remaining guards and towards the Sorian guards. The escalation had gone to the moon, with weapons drawn now. But Frederick continued to observe and held John back.

"That woman..." He raised an eyebrow in annoyance, fearing that Roman might charge her and lost attention on the Sorian guards instead. He wanted them neutralized first before taking action, but if it came to this, they might have to take action anyway. He wasn't sure if that hooded woman had nefarious purpose or not, but the focus is on Roman first, and he felt it necessary to remind John of that. His temper was close to bursting seeing her being threatened.

"Frederick..." John looked over.

"Trust my judgement." He calmly said, the military man in him coming out. But his posture changed this moment, from casual observance to professional vigilance.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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Tillius followed Carnatia shortly after, catching the hologram in the midst of its explanation. The orc was eager to look around, but considering the last few fights or so, he only loosened the wrap on his helmet. It is still possible that this holographic elf could end up smacking the group in the face again if they deemed them a threat. But for now, he seemed content on letting the group take whatever they wanted.

Tillius was curious though. That hologram seemed sentient enough to recognize the group's presence, and even come up to respond to Roxas. This wasn't the golem, where that thing was pre-programmed. He wondered what kind of creature this is? A piece of technology, magic, or this is what elves are in this land, knowing how weird it could get.

While Roxas went for the bow, Tillius went for the polearm. He laid his shield to rest against the wall and picked up the weapon. Even just holding it he felt the superior craftsmanship of the elves. The slight chill as it made contact with his bare skins, the glint from its sharp blades, the scratches and dents from past combat. It was...a bit too beautiful.

"That hologram did say it's almost a millennia and a half since someone stepped in here..." He mumbled as he looked over the spears again.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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"Mm. Fighting fire with fire indeed." Halfway through preserving the other shelves, it was already extinguished. Nevertheless, it was a pretty damn good job of her thinking up unconventional means to get rid of the hazard.

Once Tillius was certain nothing else proved a hazard, he turned to Vesemir. "Don't worry, I have no such interests. Just making sure we die from the appropriate monsters in this faraway land instead." The orc quipped, more jokingly, but then again, orcs don't tend to have good sense of humor.

While Roxas tended to the injuries the party received, the elf went and opened another door to another room, while Engelbert wanted to keep moving. Tillius wasn't sure if rushing it while there were still injured people was a good idea. There could be more like this golem in the next room.

"Sure, have fun with it." Tillius took the crystal out from his belt and handed it to Vesemir. "However, I will stay with the injured for now, until Roxas finishes her work. The danger that potentially awaits in the sunlight takes less priority than the danger we potentially have now with them."

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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By the time Gray Flame shot that arrow, his premonition of an imminent explosion warned him not to commit to the attack and instead duck behind his large. It turned out to be wrong, but the decision was for the most part a correct one, as the laser through its damaged lens scattered off and scorched off the metallic skins of his shield, but it otherwise was completely fine and held up. His positioning right next to the pillar also created a pseudo-barrier from the lasers, something to which Gray Flame took advantage of when he couldn't with Roxas's.

When Tillius reviewed the scene, Engelbert was already finishing the golem off, and by the time the orc reached it, it was already head-deep in its own blood, or whatever that even is. The fight was over, they needed to handle the aftermath. Firstly, Carnatia, the one member who did not utilize either covers, and was promptly shot with the lasers. Roxas was already on the scene for it, but Tillius remembered the brooch Carnatia had given him earlier today, one said to be enhancing mana efficiency. If there is a time to be using that loot we got from the abandoned house, it would be now.

"Might come in handy." He tersely stated, taking out the brooch, knelt by the two ladies, and let Roxas decide if she'd like to take it. He didn't linger around them though. The second aftermath requiring his attention was the fire. It wasn't because he suddenly had sentiments for those precious old relics that he never heard or had respect for, or that Vesemir was crying about it in the background, but the fact that there were multiple bookshelves nearby, all of which could easily catch fire from that already burning shelf. Tillius had fought fires before in his times in the army, and while no one would be in danger of burning to death, inhaling smoke is the invisible killer many had perished to throughout the years, even decades and centuries. They were also underground, which wouldn't help if all these shelves catches fire

Unfortunately, with only his shield, he wouldn't have much to stop the already burning fire. He could, however, prevent it from getting worse. And that is what he did, going to the right and pull the two shelves away from the flames.

"Any of you, handle the other one." He gestured towards either Rezello or Engelbert, the two strong men of this group, to do the same for the other ones. If someone could stop the actively burning fire, Tillius presumed they would be doing that soon.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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The knee of the golem was in disarray, and that weird barbarian did strike a good blow against it somewhat. The molten blood seeping out of its stone seemed serious, if not fatal. To make sure, Tillius readied his wooden javelin, moved to a spot where he had a clear shot of the exposed stone.

The orc took a few steps back before moving his entire body into the throw. From the two steps run, the lean back, the arm length and the orc strength, it was tailor for a piercing shot towards that molten stone. The golem's system were begging for death with its screech, and hopefully this should put it out of its misery.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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Unlike the rest, Tillius didn't have much experience dealing with golems, so he preferred to stay silent and listen. From the description of both Gray Flame, Roxas and others, it didn't seem like the orc would require his sword here, not at least now. No need to bite into granite and rocks. The target to look out for were the eyes and its monstrous warhammer. There might be a coordination module somewhere according to Engelbert but who knows where it is in this one.

"If you'd consider this damaging, I can try going for its eyes or core." Tillius showed Engelbert the wooden javelin. It wasn't an impressive show, but it's at least an option. "I'm better off playing the bait though."

Tillius watched calmly as the golem switched from its dormant state to an immediate danger. At least he was expecting to having to fight this, he held his javelin as if it was a normal spear, and his shield ready to block or deflect its warhammer if he ever failed the dodge.

"Let's not delay further. What's everyone's role?"

If the golem began attacking and the elf still hadn't doled out what he was supposed to have done, Tillius would take charge.

Avalia

Time: Evening
Location: Forest clearing, campfire
Interactions: Aurora/Rowan @mole Veric @Lava Alckon
Mentions: None
Equipment: Longsword and Plate Armor

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"Damn it..." Seeing how this dark elf was unfazed by his ruse, Barrock couldn't do anything to prevent Veric from getting to Zora. His only hope that Aurora or Rowan could protect the girl from this assassin was dashed when he heard the sickening sound of the axe crunching into her bones. Tempers quickly rose in him. He imagined the elf being torn into a million pieces. Sliced, quartered. But Barrock reminded himself that the fight was still going on. His target was still at bay, and soon, in a fit of rage, the elf actually took the bait that he smartly avoided earlier.

Any plans or thoughts gave way to pure instinct, honed by thousands of hours of training, all focusing on the sword he had sheathed in his left hand. Barrock might be clumsy on his feet, but if the dark elf opponent was going to come to him, he might find the 'little' green grunt that he was intending to have fun with after finishing his mission to be faster than he anticipated. With breaknecking speed, the orc simultaneously unsheathed his sword and swung the sharp blade upward in one movement, while trying to side step the fist, albeit he could probably take it head on if it failed. The uppercut would be attempting to intercept Veric in his stomach area, and should be sharp enough to cut cleanly through him if made contact at this high of a velocity. Though it might end up cutting through Zora in the process, but the orc figured the girl was dead at this point, so vengeance comes at a higher priority.

If Veric got through the attack, the orc would very quickly be turning around, trying to close the distance to the elf and swung the sword downward at him as a follow up.

Into the Land of Twilight

Tillius

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The shadows gave way to reality, and the first thing Tillius heard was Gray Flame. Everything else he had been fighting earlier was gone, even the blood on his sword. This was starting to get freaky. He clearly wasn't knowledgeable with any of this.

The orc gave Vesemir a solid nod, sheathed his sword back in his sword and turned to the group who were caught in the fighting. It seemed like everyone made it out relatively unscathed.

"If anyone is injured, go in the middle." He said.