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Soturi: Death of a King

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Soturi: Death of a King

I'd imagine Elena and Trent would've certainly encountered each other at the Tower, so long-time friends or the likes would be fine with me @Deserted

Soturi: Death of a King

Agree with both! Start out with what you planned :]

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

The Swordmaiden met the gaze of the Crusader. Her own eyes were filled with a surge of adrenaline and perhaps fear. Not a fear for dying, certainly, but a fear of what would come for both of them after this one battle. Surely many would follow, and with battles came death. Yet the man did not charge her like his comrades had. This puzzled Mikasa more than calmed her. She had been reluctant to fight, but were not about to abandon her people, not while there were still some standing. The small breach prevented too many crusaders from charging in, but again, it was only a matter of time.
“What are you doing?” Mikasa muttered to herself, panting in her place.

“Look at that! A woman with a sword, hah! I’ll get her!” One of the crusaders shouted out, and while she was rusty on her Western, she knew it did not bode well. Mikasa gave a last glance to Rylen, almost an apology. She knew her own position and his. He had given her chances to run, for whatever reason. But how could she? The shouting crusader had gathered two more soldiers to come along with him, running slowly in their heavy armor for the woman.
Without hesitation Mikasa turned around and darted for the infirmary, seeking to lure them into an enclosed area. That was the plan so far, at least.

“Come on!” the officer shouted out in his native language, nonchalantly dancing around with his blade, landing several blows and cuts to the crusaders. The cold night was as relentless as the battle in the fort, with screams and shouts everywhere. The Heroshidan officer caught the sight of the taller crusader, smirking to himself as he held his blades at the ready, challenging the giant where he stood.

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Soturi: Death of a King

Elena Lockslin

Name: Elena Lockslin

Race: Human

Religion: Follower of Isa

Most common type of magic: Has grown fond of mending magi, though she has an interest in offensive incantations as well.

Age: Twenty

Looks: Elena stands at the average height at about 5 ft 6 in. She does not have a particularly muscular build, seeing as she never worked much with her physical force. As of custody in the Court, Elena keeps herself tidy and clean as much as she can. Her auburn hair usually hangs freely past her shoulders, though it’s braided when the occasion comes for it. The eyes of the woman are a dark, yet faintly emerald. She has a rather unscarred face, fitting to her short bit of fighting experience.

Personality: Having adapted to the way she was raised by the King’s Magi, Elena tends to be a silent person, though not especially shy. Having seen only a small bit of combat, she has not grown used to the dangers of a battlefield. While there has been no reason to doubt her loyalty to the crown, she has given little thought to it herself.
Elena have proved to have a natural talent for magic, learning quickly as she studies. She certainly appears rather secretive and cryptic to the people she is introduced to, rarely opening up to them straight away, but it is something she is rather oblivious to herself.

Nation: Lempea

Background: Elena was born a baker’s daughter, but (as most magi) she was taken from her family at a young age, holding no memories of them. Whether or not her parents agreed to her being taken away is unknown, but whenever she asked, Elena was told they happily offered their child, filled with pride. Nonetheless, her fate was not with them. Once arriving in the capital, the young girl was raised by the Magi of the court, being educated by them until she grew of age to study at an academy. The young woman found love for both books and practical studying of magic in various ways. She was swift in her education, and was eventually allowed to come work at the Ivory Palace, under one of the court mages by the name of Talder Cobswin. During travels to other towns and nations, Elena has had to assist in fighting off your everyday brigands, rarely seeing actual soldiers.

Anything else you want to include: Elena seems to conceal her own goals, usually hiding them behind the motives of the kingdom itself.

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

“Now!” The officer shouted out, just as another stone was tossed into the wall. The archers stopped their fire briefly, instead dipping their arrows in oil and lighting them upon the braziers on the wall. Now, burning arrows were rained upon the invaders, but not with the intention of hitting them. Instead, it was aimed at the ground beneath them. A single arrow flew straight through the formation, digging into the ground beside two soldiers. The ground was lit up beneath them. Flames burst out from the ground, as the oil was set aflame. Though the flames were not big, they were spreading on the oiled ground. Mikasa observed the spreading flames with a heavy frown. It was clear that they had not had enough oil to cover the ground for so many soldiers, but still an area was lighting up. Few of the enemy soldiers panicked, and retreated a few lines back. The tactic would barely kill more than a few of them, but it was something.

Behind the breaking wall soldiers were retreating through the tunnels. The archers on the walls shoved containers of stone down towards the attackers, and ran down from the wall. There were so many. The only hope they had to defend the Fort would be to force them into a bottleneck. But alas it would be hopeless. Mikasa stormed down, barely in her armour. “Assembled in the courtyard! Prepare bolts and arrows!” the officer shouted as he followed Mikasa down. The wall was on the brink of breaking by now. The few soldiers left in the Fort had prepared crossbows loaded with bolts and lined them up, ready for the breach. The only woman there drew her blades, consumed by her mind. Mikasa stood further back, closer to the tunnels. A shattering final blow to the wall forced a hole in it, followed by cheers from the Crusaders.

The first wave stormed in, but was met by a flurry of bolts fired straight their way. Screams of the dying and whistles of arrows and bolts filled the courtyard. All of it was such a horrifying sight, the dying, and the soon to be dead. A few Crusaders broke through, forcing the Heroshidan fighters to draw steel. Talented as they were they managed to hold off the Crusaders for now, but it was only a matter of time. Mikasa charged forward in her light outfit, still with bandages wrapped around her. She caught a soldier off-guard, knocking him down with the pommel of her sword. And as she looked out through the breach, she cursed out. Beside a huge giant she spotted a familiar face.

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East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

A haunting silence had overcome the Fort. The soldiers were considering the offer, but the sense of duty held them in place, even in the face of defeat. Mikasa eyed the sea of flames before them. Soldiers, structures for siege and riders were ready to charge them down. They had spent the entire day preparing for the arrival, and their plan just might work to at least take some of them out, and perhaps give them enough time to flee with some honour intact. One of the officers next to Mikasa had folded his arms, observing and certainly considering their opportunities. He was an experienced man, perhaps in his forties or so. His voice worn and coarse.

“They’re too far away. Our bows cannot hit them.” He muttered, perhaps to Mikasa, or perhaps to himself. Nonetheless, the Swordmaiden answered.

“You think attacking is our best option?” She turned her head, adjusting the bandage on her head. She was in doubt herself. Was fighting truly the best option? For honour, surely, but would it even benefit them? The woman looked back to the possibly soon-to-be battlefield. The Westerners most likely had no idea what had been done to the ground in front of them. Buckets of oil had been poured unto the ground, and once within range, it was the plan to ignite it with arrows of fire. It would hopefully create a huge wall of fire, taking enemy soldiers with it, and allowing the Heroshidans to escape through the tunnels meanwhile. But it was a long shot, and dangerous.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.” He looked over his shoulder, eyeing the courtyard with twenty or thirty soldiers running about. “I do not wish to lie down and surrender myself to these lunatics. But we’re risking what few soldiers we have left.” He nodded, placing his hands on the walls as he squinted his eyes.

A larger figure stood on the wall, in the centere of it. He had a long cloak resting from his shoulders, and his hand clasped behind his hands. With a loud voice, he answered the Westerners.

“You have trespassed into our sacred lands! Defiled our traditions, and now you come to claim our world in the name of your fraudulent God! Turn back, lunatics of the West, or face the fire of Heroshido! Even if you take this fort, your lives will be claimed in our lands! They are unforgiving, and you have angered the soil itself!” The Commander finished, scoffing in the dead of the night.

The Commander of the fort waved the officer next to Mikasa to him, and whispered lowly. Upon the officer’s return, Mikasa simply looked up at him, hopeful in her eyes.

“The archers will remain on the wall. We’ll fire upon the enemy, and ignite the oil as soon as they’re close enough. The swordsmen will flee through the tunnel meanwhile.” He wasn’t very convincing in his voice, but Mikasa quickly answered.

“And me? What will I do?” She looked to the battlefield, nervous in her mind.

The officer’s dark eyes settled upon her, eyeing her figure and person equally. Slow in his tone, he spoke.

“Pray, perhaps.”

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Game of Thrones

Righto, still a work in progress, but here is what I've got so far!

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

The mud splashed loudly beneath the hooves of the horse that stormed through the night. The Heroshidan quickly peered over his shoulder, his breath fast and heavy. He could still sense the lights in the distance, the sea of fire resting calmly by the end of the forest. With a gulp he turned his head back towards the way of the Dorochai Fort. The horse galloped onwards, until the fort was finally in sight. Quickly the gates were opened, and the scout trotted inside, catching his breath just as the comrades were approaching him eagerly. The faces all had hope on them, though fear of his words were hidden in between. Reluctantly, the scout shook his head, before talking to the officer.
“Hundreds. They’re prepared for siege and a full army. They’re not going to stop at the Fort.”
He said, sighing. In return, the Officer grimaced, before nodding. “The tunnels are prepared. Should all go wrong, we’ll retreat through them.” A voice interrupted him, before he could continue.

“If?! They have hundreds! What do we have? Forty? Fifty? We can’t hold more than an hour!” A young man shouted, sounding defeated already.

Mikasa observed the gathering in the square, furrowing her brows. The Fort was crucial, and the battle seemed impossible. But as she stood and watched, it was still the City her mind went to. Her mother, brothers and Naria were probably worried out of their minds. The news had to have reached the townsfolk by now. A group of soldiers scurried into the fort, breaking her line of thought as they did. They came with empty buckets, which they refilled with some liquid Mikasa could not make out what it was. But the last hour they had been going out there, pouring it on the ground.

“Approaching lights!” a shout came from the tower of the Fort, instantly making every man, and the only woman in the fort run about to their positions. Bows and crossbows were prepared, swords were drawn and silence once again overcame them. Mikasa peered over the wall, the sound of hundreds of horses and men marching towards them being dominant in the night. A heavy dullness rested on every shoulder within a few miles, with only the sound of strings being pulled within the Fort. Whispers came from a man, and spread to the end of the wall.

“Release as soon as they move.” They muttered besides Mikasa, who simply held the end of her blade, taking in a last breath before the storm.

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