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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Watching the sorcerer shuffle past and cast a strange incantation on the now rescued barbarian, Zarif clicked his tongue, impatiently. He still felt so restless, like he was close to clearing some wall he'd been climbing. It was hard to put into words, but damnit, he couldn't sit still on Salador's saddle. Without even thinking fully, he kicked the camel slicktly on the side nd the two set off to the left of the gate.

Finally coming back to his senses, Zarif eyed Lyun charging forward, and then spotted two archers ahead. Hopefully, the pair would split up and go after each of them, but... if they both went after him...

As the animal ran forward, Zarif fumbled quickly at the saddlebags, producing the last of the medicine he'd purchased. His wounds weren't exactly bad but if things got bad here... Well, it's too late to turn around now He thought, applying the soothing herbal ointment to his bleeding shoulder. With that done, he gripped his sling, and readied a small stone.

_{Zarif equips his Bronze Sling, and uses a Vulnerary, healing 6 hp to return to 22/22. He then moves to 10-19}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Salador galloped, then trotted to a halt as Zarif completed his strafing run, seeing the dolt of a brigand he'd feathered taken in the throat by Ashür's strange curved blade. The rider rolled his eyes, a little disappointed his two arrows hadn't been enough. But, well, maybe that wasn't it. He clicked his tongue in thought

Finally seeing that infuriatingly slow fighter put in his place should have been more satisfying, but Zarif felt... Well, he felt on edge. Like he had been so, so close to something, but had just missed out. Am I really do thirsty for blood? No, it's not that, I think. The foreigner pondered as he half-watched his allies storm the gates, the rude Siris leading the charge. Distantly, he heard a familiar voice to his side.

Zarif: Ah, Vice Captain. Yes, let us not allowing them to thief all of the glory. Come!

He extended his hand down to the swordsman, and hefted him up on the camel's back, and with a soft kick to the side, they galloped over the sands, and through the gateway

_{Zarif rescues Ashür, and moves 9 tiles Northeast to 17-22}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The merchant sighed, still a bit sour about his earlier miscalculation. Even so, best to press on. They had to reach that brute Lyun before... Already? But I'm up upon Salador... nobody moves faster upon the sands than me. How... The quartermaster gritted his teeth. Somehow, those Foot Soldiers had reached the gate and met up with their ally before him. Zarif steamed, he'd even thought f the perfect joke for when he gallantly rescued his ally.

Seeing as things were mostly handled up there, Zarif turned his head and scanned their flank. Surely not everyone had been as... quick footed as that lout Siris. Quickly, his sharp eyes settled on the priest, still near they had all formed up. And... and.. that BASTARD who'd just STOOD THERE before had finally gotten off his sand eating ass, and was running at his ally, bradishing a brutal looking axe.

Zarif: Should have been stayed of asleep, oh slow one!

Salador galloped across the sand, and Zarif let loose two arrows as he closed in, taking him twice in the chest, and easily ducking the blade thrown angrily in reply

_{Zarif moves 5 tiles to 14-33, and attacks the Kassite Rebel #???? with his shortbow twice, dealing 16 damage, and avoiding the counter attack, earning and earning 14 XP, then moves to 14-28}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Yes, yes this plan is working with the flawlessly... heh, dumb rebels.. Zarif gloated as he spaced himself after finishing off the spear user. Yes, all according to plan. Yes... just a few more moments and that dumb axe brute would walk right up here, just in range of a throw, and Zarif could shoot him between the eyes. Any moment now...

Zarif: IN THE NAME OF SAH'AREN, GODDESS OF THE ENDLESS SANDS, COME ON!!!!

The infuriated merchant could not believe his eyes. How could this be happening, Had he not spaced himself right? The bastard was not moving, he was just standing there, like an idiot. Oh for the love of.... Salador spit. Seething, The two moved on, leaving the obviously braindead axe brute to himself. Galloping around the far side of the house, the rest of the Hellions were revealed, in the thick of battle with several more Kassites. Time to assist. Seeing Siris engaged with yet another spear wielder, Zarif knocked an arrow. Hed had better luck with these spearmen than he had with the axe ones anyway.

_{Zarif moves to 14-29, and attacks the Kassite Rebel #4 with his shortbow, killing him and earning and earning 24 XP, then moves to 14-28}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Having deftly judged his two assailant's movements, Zarif kited the axe man out of range, Zarif dodged the foot soldier's spear thrust easily, and countered with his own bronze short spear, scoring a solid hit. Out on an open field like this, with plenty of room to move around, Zarif and Salador were a dynamic duo of death

With a short hop, something only the most well trained of dromedaries could do, Salador got some quick distance on the spearman, and Zarif drew his bow. Just before the camel's toes hit the ground, Zarif loosed an arrow, which took the rebel between the eyes.

Zarif: Fool man! You were wrong to face Salador the invincible, camel from the end of the earth!

After that nightmare in the caves of the blue devils, Zarif was feeling high off life, here under the light of the sun. He made a quick calculation in his head, and kicked Salador into action, galloping to just where he judged the axe-wielding brute would have to throw his axe if he wished to hit Zarif before he could knock another arrow

_{Zarif moves to 9-33, draws his shortbow attacks the Kassite Rebel #1, killing him and earning and earning 24 XP, then moves to 7-27}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The archer let out a odd groan as he clutched at the ruin of eye desperately. It took the young man, barley a teen in truth, a whole 5 seconds to realize he was dead. A wet THUNK punctuated the fact, as Zarif glanced over his shoulder, back at that inhabited house he had noticed before.

Zarif: Rats! Damn you Makeen! First that incident with the crossbow, now you steal my... ugh

Salador spat to the side, obviously agreeing with his life-long friend's annoyance. Houses like that, with scared villagers always gave neat prizes. It was how he'd gotten this strangely soft headband! Quickly, he noticed two other foes, one with an axe, the other with a spear. One at a time... get closer to one, then the other. Though he heard a few frustrated shouts cxoming from the other side of the houses, he was just too far away to provide any aid. Salador bounded off to a small patch of Cypress trees, and readied his short spear

_{Zarif moves 3 tiles north-west to 9-34 and takes up a position in the forest. He also equips his short spear}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Though normally, any red-blooded men felt the chill of fear in their spine and the claws of nervousness in their belly before a battle, on this day, the merchant, far from his home, felt something quite different, relief. He had made it through the trial with the yeeks and could fight upon Salador's back once again.

Zarif: "They are spread across the land like the locusts they are! Let us pick them off one by one!"

The quartermaster slapped the reigns of his camel and took off, grinning wickedly as he thundered across the field. He eyed a small house, with someone peeking out an unlocked door Perhaps I ought check that out after this... Often a conquered people would shower their conquerors in gifts in hopes of getting off lightly

He bore down on a far inferior unmounted archer, swinging his brand new sling around overhead. as he rounded the second corner of the house, his projectile smacked the archer hard in the head. The poor landlocked Nassite had only enough time to loose a single , grazing shot from his shotbow, scratching Zarf's unarmored side, before the second sling bullet took him in the eye.

_{Zarif moves 10 tiles north-west to 10-32 and attacks the Nassite archer, dealing 7 damage twice, and receiving 6 in return, killing the archer and earing 21 exp and 2 Bow Wexp}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Zarif: "O-Oy! Captain, what kind of reckless ordering are you giving to these loyal ones!"

The merchant slammed his hand against the tent-pole to emphasize his shouting, making the whole enclosure shake a little. He was gritting his teeth and looking intensely at Doan-Nasir.

Zarif: "Surely you are not fool enough to send some Twenty and One men to storm the walls of Der! Not all the Arum in the world would make this one do such foolishness! Akkad must wish our destruction!"

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Zarif watched as Gesties, clearly in turmoil, charge into a wall of Yeeks, screaming as he did. Does he wish to die, as his allies did? He blames himself... He is a betrayer, but not to us.

The sounds of a berserker rampage from Lyun hacking down doe after foe at his back, Zarif took off after Gesties, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt in his chest from his words moments before. He dashes beside the former Scorpion, draws his bow, and shoots the Yeek Ensi, landing a shot deep in its chest, but not killing it

_{Zarif moves 6 tiles North to 9-9 and attacks Blue Yeek Ensi, dealing 6 damage, and earning 5xp}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The merchant half listened to their overly excited employer's ramblings as he drew his spear, hearing his own breath much too loudly in the stuffy darkness. No sooner had Zarif drawn his spear, the eerie quiet that had hung over the Hellions, more oppressive than even the darkness that enveloped them, shattered into chaos. The wall in front collapsed, and several of Tiamat's wreched blue spawn charged out from behind the bricks. It was all Zarif could do to sidestep the unsteady spear thrust, and return with one of his own.

Before he could follow up the attack, from behind, Zarif heard voices... human voices. For the briefest of moments, Zarif felt hope, glancing behind himself as the Yeek staggered back from his wound. Though it took but one glance for that sigh of relief to turn to strained hiss of despair. Despite the color, those robes were as noble and royal as Salador's hindquarters. The Scorpions! But we... trapped, and we even buried ourselves for them.

They were surrounded, the blue devil's streaming in from in front, and those savages from behind. Before the merchant could even account for what was happening, an arrow shot out from the shadows behind, and caught the brute Lyun in his lower back. No sooner had Lyun retaliated with a brutal hand axe to the Archer's skull, than the talkative ill-dressed commander knifed him savage in the side, though he paid for it in turn with a grizzly wound down his chest.

Trapped... surrounded... on all sides... no way out anywhere. Zarif began to panic, remembering that night a few years ago, his merchant caravan had been encircled by bandits, picked off one by one with arrows from their damn chariots. Every last one of the people from his homeland, his friends, his idols, his own master... it was happening again. They were going to-

The merchant gritted his teeth and growled, drawing his bow as he saw Lyon stagger back in pain, and ran towards him. No, that had been then. He wasn't that terrified boy anymore. He'd cut them a path before they all lay dead in this tomb. From the corner of his eye, Zarif saw that damn priest, Iddin, take a brutal wound, which seemed surely to be lethal... and yet, as he aimed his shot, squinting in the darkness, the priest did not fall.

Zarif let the arrow fly, and turned around on his heel at the same moment, staring down Gesties a look of fury replacing his trademark whimsical expression. Despite that, the brief scream, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body crumpling against a stone floor made Zarif smirk darkly in satisfaction.

Zarif: To think I freed you, betrayer! Move and parish, thankless one.

_{Zarif moves 2 tiles south-east to 10-14 and attacks AMA-SIN, dealing 6 damage, killing him and earning 40 XP}

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