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Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Fer saved his breath instead of trying to answer the obvious taunt sent by the guy who had managed to be lucky enough to just miss his knee being cracked by the point of the small kite shield. Expecting a downward strike Fer presented the shield to the attacking axe. He reached up to grab the man by the fore arm and planting his feet, he rose forcefully using his right shoulder as a pivot point, he used his enhanced strength to throw the man to the ground.

The motion of the man's body sailing through the air would break up the small crowd that was gathering around Auriel and him. If he was successful, Fer would follow up with a downward blow with the edge of his shield against the man's wind pipe. If his throw as not successful, he would attempt to at least unbalance the man and with a side ways kick disrupt him further hopefully knowing the bandit to the ground.

He would then move to Auriel's back and block any sort of attack that would come from that side. He would call back to her without loosing sight of the attacking me. "Lady, may I have this dance? I block you strike?" the plan again was simple, he had performed the same technique with Cole. He would bock the attack and spin to let the winged warrior's spear take advantage of the opening and strike. The constant motion would glint off any strikes and would prevent the attacking group from overwhelming them.

The young Shield Hero felt a surge of energy and a feeling that could only be describe as happy. He had fought many battles before and while he had care for the lives of the people with him, he had never felt any closeness to them. Yet here, today, he wanted nothing more than to protect Auriel and Cole and at the same time be of use to them to achieve victory.

He held his shield ready and as if to embody what he was feeling, the green gem flashed warningly towards any would be attackers. He half smiled/half snarled at the bandits. "Step right up gentlemen, I think my friend here has something for you." Then in a joking manner that seemed to be an outlet for how dire the situation was yelled out. "Cole, when you are done playing we could use your help in taking out your share of the trash"

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Name: Fernando Gutierrez


Nicknames:Fer
Age:21
Gender:Male
Level: 1

Class: Shield Hero

Hero Class: Shield

Specializations: Survival Training, Languages, Tactical Training,

Magic Affinity: Wind

Appearance: Tan skinned with Knife cut hair down to his shoulders. He has brown eyes and a curved hawk like nose. He stands 5'7" and weighs about 180 lbs. He has many scars on his body and his clothes are ragged and worn. He has a quiet attitude and talks very little. But when he talks he has a sort of tenor voice that is a bit raspy from lack of use. He unknowingly has a protective spirit and has on many occasions helped a person but he tries very hard to seem indifferent. He has no qualms about getting his hands dirty but only resorts to violence when necessary.

Biography: Fer is from a war torn country in the South American Continent in the early 1980s. Living in the harsh rural mountains, made him a hardy young lad. When the guerrillas started abducting children he was unfortunate to have been trapping when his younger brother was taken, his father and mother butchered and his younger sister abducted probably to be sold as a slave. Fer tracked down and joined one of the guerillas. His aim was to find his siblings and exact revenge, on whoever he could, from within. He endured harsh and violent conditions. He learned to use conventional and fabricated weapons. His trapping skills eventually earned him a place as a tracker and forager. All the while his goal was to find his siblings.

By luck or providence, he was able to discover that his poor brother had not survived the harsh living conditions of jungle and a boy soldier. It had been many years and he felt that he had failed his siblings, his parents and justice. He was contemplating ending it all when on his way back to camp he heard a cry of despair and pain.

He followed the sound and happened upon a very common scene of four or five guys surrounding the poor body of girl from where the sound had emerged. He was about to turn away when one of the young men parted and he saw the dirty and tear streaked face of his sister. Rage and pain clouded his emotions as he deftly loaded his old pump action riffle. Despite the emotional storm going on in his soul, Fer managed to quickly and accurately send two bullets bursting into his intended targets. He did not even stop to assess the damage when a quick reaction from one of the remaining three young men reached for the riffle. Far let the riffle be torn from his grasp but his hand immediately pulled the hunting knife he wore on his waist and plunged it deep under the ribs of the attacker who slumped to the ground after a gasp of surprise. The one that had been assaulting the young girl had succeeded in punting on his pants and stood up just as the other lad managed to close in combat with Fer and knock him to the ground trying to pry the knife from his grasp. Fer reached up with his other hand pulled the lad’s hair towards his face and bit hard into his neck until he felt the metal taste of blood. A yell of pain from the wounded neck which was spurting in a rhythmic fashion.

Before he could get to his feet he felt a sharp pain on the left side of his head. He fell to the side trying to fight off confusion and a nausea. Before he could recover he felt the weight of a sweaty body on his and rancid breath near his nose as the last attacker fell onto him striking with his hands. Adrenalin and desperation made both defender and attacker inaccurate in their scuffle. Somehow, the attacker’s hand happened upon the hunter knife that had been dropped. He raised the knife and brought it down upon the raised arm of Fer who had appempted to protect himself. The blade plunged deep into the left forearm and scrapped bone protruding from the other side. The lad used his weight and pushed down forcing the blade slowly down. It was a life and death struggle. The blade was dangerously close to Fer’s neck when a shot rang out. While the weight remained on him, it was dead limp weight. Blood started to drip from a hole on the side of the face of the attacker and Fer pushed the dead body off him, the effort causing him to almost pass out from the pain in his left forearm.

A crying girl rushed to his side. “FER!” the girl said between sobs. Fer propped himself on his knees, the Adrenalin slowly leaving his body and giving way to pain and nausea. He still managed to hug the young girl and say her name through bloodied and busted lips. “Rosa, please forgive me!” He added his sobs to hers as they held each other surrounded by a grim collection of bodies darkening the earth and pooling blood.

Five days later found Fer and Rosa in a rural train station headed towards town. They wanted to leave so much grief and pain behind. Perhaps even one day make it to America. They had somehow made it down the mountain to a village where they had found good people who patched up Fer and helped them find a ride to the rural town. They bought passage with the selling of the equipment and cash found on the dead bodies of the assailants. It seemed like their bloody past was behind them. There had been no signs of pursuit and nobody would even know who was missing or who had attacked with so many rival guerrillas in the area. While they waited, Fer's gaze fell on the odd and eclectic offerings of a merchant. It was a worn book. Fer smiled, his younger brother had loved books. He had been the smart one in the family. Fer knew how to read of course but had not envisioned a life outside farming the land like his father. He knelled and for 5 pesos bought the book. He was on his way back to Rosa and the approaching train.

In an instant, there was a bright flash of light which all but blinded the young man. When his vision returned and the spots dissipated, he was standing in a stone walled room.

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Preferred Weapon(s): Shield, (proficient in fire arms , bows and knives)

Appearance of Weapon: Dependent on the ability being used but at rest it looks more like a solid metal bracer with a jewel on the center of it.

Abilities of Weapon: (if applicable)

Morph shield

Appearance of Weapon:

Abilities of Weapon: morphs shield into any of the shields shown above. The shields have no particular ability they are just metal shields in that shape.

Small orange shield

Appearance of Weapon: :

Abilities of Weapon: equip bonus: defense 2

Burst Shield

Appearance of Weapon: :

Abilities of Weapon:

Air Burst- Able to create a strong burst of air that impacts the target in a 12 inch ball. Diameter of ball increases with the user level.

Burst Shield- forms a air generated shield (similar to the one in the manga) and helps minimize damage from attacks. The number of layers or shields are depended on user level.

To Claim a Starting World

Sorry for he short post. I was having a mental block. I may edit it later if I get some inspiration.

To Claim a Starting World

Arn took the smaller man’s hand and shook it earnestly. He may have adopted many animalistic characteristics but still upheld many of the human rituals such as hand shaking and hugging. Though he had not hugged anybody in a very long time. He followed the man’s gaze towards the door that was not doing a good job keeping the noise inside. The hunter might not have had a sister but he remember the spats he and his brother had gotten into. Still, he pitied the man because men’s fight would simply turn into brawl. Eventually there would be an understanding between who ruled over who. This simple activity was also practiced in the animal kingdom which allowed for a structured system of rule. This was not often the case with females, especially human females.

The bear man cleared his troat and taking the hint attempted to continue the conversation in a manly attempt to delay Dallen’s return to that chaotic scene. He looked up to the sky. There seemed to be clear and still sunny skies. Looking back down at the inn keeper Arn shrugged. “I will try….some animals could be around.” He knew that some animals might try last minute fattening to survive the winter.

He continued on a more somber tone remember his own experience and what the young guard had told him. “The animals are behaving strange…” His brow had furrowed in worry and thought. He had not given it a real consideration but somehow saying it aloud forced him to think of the situation. He wondered if there was a connection between the clues he had found and the story of the guard.

He looked at Dallen, “I can go now. Can you keep my stuff?” He still had a few days until the market and he agreed with the inn keeper that getting as much meat before the winter was probably for the best of every one.

As they were talking he heard another bout of shouts. He almost wished that he could invite Dallen but Arn knew that it was much better to hunt alone. He did not have much gear and it would be easily stored in a corner by the Inn Keeper.

Broken Skies

Arn followed the pair to the designated area. He gave a sweeping look towards those in the vicinity. Almost as if it could be sensed in the air, heads started to turn to their passing. He noticed that the White haired knight seemed to command respect. A very obvious shield with two crossed swords became evident. How had he missed that? The battlemage's opinion of the man grew some. If the white haired knight was indeed the commanding officer, and if Arn remembered his knight ranks correctly he was, then the amount of reservation and propriety at Arn's apparent impudence was astronomical. Most knights, especially high born ones, would have lashed him with tongue and later maybe even with a proper cat o nine tails.

As it was, Arn had observed some dissatisfaction register on the face of the knight but he had attributed it to the way he usually talks which off puts people. Their short walk to the designated area had gathered quite the following. The news of the match spreading like waves upon a still lake. The anticipation was brimming on the eyes of those starting to gather. A group of designated men prepared the area eagerly. He caught the names and code names of the knights' he had been so bold as to lecture.

It seemed like the white haired Knight was indeed the Captain Tyrhallan in command of the current outfit which he and his mage battalion had been assigned to. The other, as he had suspected upon hearing the family name was the one named the Spider. Both were renowned fighters and the usually calm and collected battlemage started to feel a twinge of excitement at being able to witness their prowess. In battle, its hard to actually measure a man's skill as any move that wounds or kills is a good one. Even efficient fighters must sometimes sacrifice finesse for numbers in the battle field. But here, it was just the two of them. Only skill would determine the victor.

Sensing the impatience of those gathered added to his own desire to witness a good show, Arn pronounced loud and clear the match to begin. A burst of noise followed. Jeers, cheers and swears stirred a cacophony that would have been appropriate if this was a covert mission. Their position on the hill would perhaps work to their advantage. The ruckus might travel to the village of Presper. Any person in favor of the Belisian's would take the noise as a sign of hope. Those that would raise arms against them would interpret it as a sign of danger.

Whatever the case, the fight was underway. Despite the chaos on the sidelines, the two fighters were all on their world own inside the circles. Arn himself was captivated by the dance that the knights had embarked upon. He would be able to learn about these me in each strike. For though he was only a mage, he appreciated all aspects of martial prowess. The battlemage gulped as he felt more than saw the disturbance in the Aether fields around the two opponents. After all, blade wilders tapped in a different way to the life force of Gia.

This match was indeed something to devote one's attention to.

Broken Skies

@TheMerlin@deia876lat no issue at all with you assuming I had started the match. I will post immediately so that you can continue and get started. this is basically you guys battle so I will be more on a spectator role. So take you time and I will post every now and then to provide some background and audience vibe.

Broken Skies

Throughout history the military has always defined ranks, it would only logical to assume that even the common soldier would be able to tell who the officers and commanders would be, especially because in the heat of battle, when all is in disarray one cannot go around shouting, 'hey who is leading us?'
They commanding officers would usually display differences in outfit or symbolism to show rank.

However, we might assume that Arn simply isn't familiar enough with the knights and their officers, since they might be kept and trained separated, only seeing each other on the battlefield.

@deia876lat

To be fair I asked what sort of rank insignia the two of them had. Even in today’s military it’s hard to see the rank unless they are up close. I can work that in but I was never told. That being said, how would the rank structure of the knights and regular soldiers be arranged or what titles? Also what insignia would each rank have?

Broken Skies

I was wondering if I could offer some ranking structure for the mages. They are more ranked in terms of magic aptitude and battle experience.

Initiates-0 to 2 years and are the lowest magic users
Novices- 2 to 8 years
Adepts- 8 to 15 years
Masters- 15 years and over (this could be further subdivided if need be)

Regarding actual command or rank perhaps it could be a Bleach sort of structure i.e. First seat etc?

Also, perhaps rank symbols could be based on their robe color?

Initiates-white
Novices-grey
Adepts-brown
Masters-black

Stripes on their sleeves could denote rank

Broken Skies

Arn felt both men studying him. He felt no danger or awkwardness from this. He actually expected it from veteran soldiers which actually spoke beneficially for the two knights. They were appraising him not on the looks of his clothes or age but on actual battle efficiency and theat. He felt it only proper that he would do the same. It was easy to see that these two had seen many battles. Real ones at that. The way they held their weapons was very comfortable, very learned. The knights had managed to meld with their weapons to the point that it was part of them. Just as one forgets they have toes or arms until they are needed.

The battlemage’s eyes fluttered to Leo, who enthusiastically agreed to the proposal. It was not hard to imagine that the knight enjoyed the thrill of battle. After all, the clang of steel and the din of battle are but songs to an battle happy heart. His attention was demanded by the hidden tone in the other knight’s tone. While polite and proper, Arn had been on the receiving end of such tones all his military career. He had no problem sharing his origin and his mother’s occupation. Disrespect of either of these however, would land him in the brig again or perhaps in the stocks.

Instead of feeling annoyed or irritated at the condescending tone the obviously nobly birthed warrior sent his way, Arn merely shrugged. The battlemage’s own tone was calm and almost monotone. “I will readily be the Arbiter. For ease of communication allow me to introduce myself. I am Arn of the second Battlemage battalion, the Shooting Stars. I have no family name.” He offered this last statement as a way to prevent any further questioning not as a way of apology.

“I do not believe that rules and procedures would need to be enforced in a battle between knights. It is understood that your honor is your bond. The match rules will be simple. The battle ends upon loss of consciousness or forfeit. However, I will ensure that no excessive force is used and would like to ask you gentlemen do not feel honor bound to prevent defeat. After all, tomorrow will require all available swords.” His tone was without feeling but his words could be construed as insulting. Arn however merely held the two knights gaze.

“Might I suggest we move this to marshalling spot B? I believe that they have yet to fully utilize it for the on load of stores.” He turned his head in the direction though he was sure that they would know where that was. All squad leaders and supervisors had been given muster orders and locations.

Broken Skies

@TheMerlin I am working under the assumption that I don’t know. Would he be wearing an obvious rank device?