I'm not the GM, but I think a dragon-rider might be a bit much for the scene as well, @ZAVAZggg- it's a similar sort of 'holy shit' level as a giant tentacle monster, haha. He sounds dope as hell though.
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"What is going on, Cassius?"
Maren's words continue to ring in his ears. Cassius has been doing an excellent job of not showing it on his face, but this is nowhere near how he had imagined this going. He had a plan, and until the orcs had showed up he was confident in the plan. He would have sent his men with Tamberle's army to defend their walls in the morning, and he would stay with Maren and, if things had went poorly, he would protect her to his dying breath, as he had said he would. He expected a quiet, if tense, evening - more time to fully accept his possible demise, not.. Not all of this!
As Annabeth continues to talk, and talk, and talk, Cassius's neutral face slips into a grimace. Her voice is ear-piercingly shrill, like a harpy eagle's cry - but that is, frankly, an insult to the majestic bird.
"You're willing to follow orders, Lady Elliot?" He waits a moment or so, "Good. As your commander, I order you to be silent until spoken to," Cassius pinches the bridge of his nose, voice softening to almost a whisper, "Your voice is giving me a headache."
He leans into the railing slightly, back turned away from the chaos below. He instead looks to the night sky above. It's possible that the Karsusians will start attacking sooner than expected now, thanks to those damned orcs. He glances to Annabeth for a moment, then down to the city below. Maybe he should send her to rile his men up - he had told them that they could rest easy tonight, for it was tomorrow they needed to worry about, but now...
He looks at Annabeth once again, "Actually," he stands up straighter, "Here's a job for you. Tell my men that I said they need to armor up and be ready, that the plan has been.. adjusted. If they hassle you," Cassius takes off his scabbard, handing it to Annabeth, "flash this blade, they'll recognize it. My men are lodged over in that.." he points in the general direction of where his people are lodged. "..area, over there. It's close to the leatherworker's place. Despite my orders for them to rest, I don't doubt for one moment that Avery's awake and drinking right now, the idiot. Avery's a redhead, not common 'round here. You'd have to be a blind man to miss him."
Cassius shoos her off to go do as he asked, "Go on."
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Maren's words continue to ring in his ears. Cassius has been doing an excellent job of not showing it on his face, but this is nowhere near how he had imagined this going. He had a plan, and until the orcs had showed up he was confident in the plan. He would have sent his men with Tamberle's army to defend their walls in the morning, and he would stay with Maren and, if things had went poorly, he would protect her to his dying breath, as he had said he would. He expected a quiet, if tense, evening - more time to fully accept his possible demise, not.. Not all of this!
As Annabeth continues to talk, and talk, and talk, Cassius's neutral face slips into a grimace. Her voice is ear-piercingly shrill, like a harpy eagle's cry - but that is, frankly, an insult to the majestic bird.
"You're willing to follow orders, Lady Elliot?" He waits a moment or so, "Good. As your commander, I order you to be silent until spoken to," Cassius pinches the bridge of his nose, voice softening to almost a whisper, "Your voice is giving me a headache."
He leans into the railing slightly, back turned away from the chaos below. He instead looks to the night sky above. It's possible that the Karsusians will start attacking sooner than expected now, thanks to those damned orcs. He glances to Annabeth for a moment, then down to the city below. Maybe he should send her to rile his men up - he had told them that they could rest easy tonight, for it was tomorrow they needed to worry about, but now...
He looks at Annabeth once again, "Actually," he stands up straighter, "Here's a job for you. Tell my men that I said they need to armor up and be ready, that the plan has been.. adjusted. If they hassle you," Cassius takes off his scabbard, handing it to Annabeth, "flash this blade, they'll recognize it. My men are lodged over in that.." he points in the general direction of where his people are lodged. "..area, over there. It's close to the leatherworker's place. Despite my orders for them to rest, I don't doubt for one moment that Avery's awake and drinking right now, the idiot. Avery's a redhead, not common 'round here. You'd have to be a blind man to miss him."
Cassius shoos her off to go do as he asked, "Go on."
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I'm doing my best!!!!
I was gone for like 8 hours and a lot happened ok?! D':
I was gone for like 8 hours and a lot happened ok?! D':
This rp makes me smile like the girl in @Lucius Cypher's sig istg
holy shit a round of applause for Malakus hot damn
Cassius's head shot up from his bag when he heard the inhuman war-horn sound off - his next instinct is to immediately grab Maren by her head and force her down behind cover to protect her from possible archer fire. He waits a moment before peeking over the edge, firmly keeping the noblewoman still as he does so. Only when he realizes that the orcs aren't trying to storm the city - rather, they're driving some of the Karsusians to flee - does he let go of Maren and slowly rise from his crouch to watch the chaos unfold below. Orcs don't usually act in such a coordinated manner; they rely on strength in numbers moreso than tact, yet...
He continues to observe in puzzled silence as he sees boar riders weaving through each other, spearing and trampling the Karsusians in a brutal dance of death, fire threatening to burn them all to a crisp if they don't move.
He continues to observe in puzzled silence as he sees boar riders weaving through each other, spearing and trampling the Karsusians in a brutal dance of death, fire threatening to burn them all to a crisp if they don't move.
nooOOOO NOT OYARG. only one post and I loved him and miss him terribly. poor dude. :c
"This city will burn if they breach the walls."
Cassius grimaces slightly at the thought. Buildings on fire, crumbling; people screaming, crying, panicking; families torn apart needlessly. Maren had mentioned her brother a scant few times. Not that he really cares about the minutia and the drama of it all, but if this Mago fellow is paranoid and power-hungry enough to burn a city down, he is, at the very least, a massively unpleasant individual. Thank God he's an only child - every group of siblings he's ever met have convinced him having a sibling is a special sort of hell.
"...They are not organized enough to take this city that quickly, but once they do..."
Cassius glances down in a bit of confusion as Maren tucks the handkerchief in his breastplate.
"Keep me alive Cassius. Do that and you and your men will be well rewarded."
"Of course, milady." Cassius replies with a small nod.
As she turns away, he pulls the handkerchief from his breastplate to further examine it. He takes his glove off to rub it between bare fingers, tilting his head slightly as he observes the lace-like patterns on the silk. It's a very nice kerchief indeed. He has the fleeting thought to return it - he has no need for it, afterall - but.. it is very nice.
Cassius folds and safely tucks the cloth into a small, unimpressive leather bag which he keeps on his belt before putting his glove back on.
Cassius grimaces slightly at the thought. Buildings on fire, crumbling; people screaming, crying, panicking; families torn apart needlessly. Maren had mentioned her brother a scant few times. Not that he really cares about the minutia and the drama of it all, but if this Mago fellow is paranoid and power-hungry enough to burn a city down, he is, at the very least, a massively unpleasant individual. Thank God he's an only child - every group of siblings he's ever met have convinced him having a sibling is a special sort of hell.
"...They are not organized enough to take this city that quickly, but once they do..."
Cassius glances down in a bit of confusion as Maren tucks the handkerchief in his breastplate.
"Keep me alive Cassius. Do that and you and your men will be well rewarded."
"Of course, milady." Cassius replies with a small nod.
As she turns away, he pulls the handkerchief from his breastplate to further examine it. He takes his glove off to rub it between bare fingers, tilting his head slightly as he observes the lace-like patterns on the silk. It's a very nice kerchief indeed. He has the fleeting thought to return it - he has no need for it, afterall - but.. it is very nice.
Cassius folds and safely tucks the cloth into a small, unimpressive leather bag which he keeps on his belt before putting his glove back on.
I can't stop refreshing the page, it's weirdly really fun???
He wanted to say something - anything - to ease his noble's mind, but Cassius stayed silent. Nothing he could say would do her good; it'd either implant a false hope or be affirming her fears, neither of which were exactly comforting. He'd only served Maren a little under a month now, and it's likely he'll die protecting her tonight. He figured he'd die young, but this is perhaps a bit better than he anticipated - he got to live his last days as if he was a noble, somewhat. Good food, nicer equipment, warmer nights.
Any rage or apprehension he had coming into tonight has since been smothered by acceptance of his likely fate tonight. He's satisfied with all he's done up to now, and he's in what some people would call the prime of his life, at 30.
...And she's still looking at him, as if expecting him to say something. He briefly glances back down over the army below - looking her in the eye for too long makes it difficult to think.
"It's not my intent to let them have you without a good fight, milady," Cassius finally says, a bitter sort of smile on his face, if briefly.
Any rage or apprehension he had coming into tonight has since been smothered by acceptance of his likely fate tonight. He's satisfied with all he's done up to now, and he's in what some people would call the prime of his life, at 30.
...And she's still looking at him, as if expecting him to say something. He briefly glances back down over the army below - looking her in the eye for too long makes it difficult to think.
"It's not my intent to let them have you without a good fight, milady," Cassius finally says, a bitter sort of smile on his face, if briefly.
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