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

Zarif

A veritable wall of enemies desperately tried blocking the way to the central keep, as that bronze-clad golem clanked down the steps and towards the breach. Briefly, the quartermaster pondered how long it would take to fully cook a man, walking around in a bronze oven like that on such a hot, dry say.

Even so, he had to do something before everyone got too bunched up. Zarif was not one for getting all up close and personal in tight places. Well, except perhaps... He chuckled to himself, and knocked another arrow.

Salador rode in a tight circle, and at it's apex, Zarif loosed the shaft on the poor hunter the stand-in captain Ashür had envenomed moments before. With a satisfied smile, Zarif watched the arrow sprout deep in the poor soldier's left eye, and fall.

_{Zarif moves to 18-8 and attacks the Kassite Hunter #7 with his shortbow, hitting and dealing 7 damage, finishing him off, and earning 21xp. He then moves back to 17-7.}

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

Zarif

Still feeling high on life, having gained a strange feeling of relief and accomplishment from his previous bout, and putting Makeen's failed attempted robbery out of his mind, Zarif and Salador trotted down the central street of the town, quickly overtaking his band of allies. He half cringed, half grinned, watching Lyun, as that mountain of a man took a spear man's head clean off in a single sweep, and near took another on that same backswing. We are of the fortunate, that one is on our side.

Beside the brute stood an odd looking fellow, wielding an even stranger blade. In all his travels cross the world, Zarif had never once seen a weapon so strange as this. The blade was a nasty one, with strange barbs along one side and a bizarre wicked curve to it. It seemed... a bit unwieldy, if truth be told. The fighting man holding it held himself with a strange air of confidence and agression... or was that just foolish arrogance.

Zarif: Well friend, let us test this one

With that, and a light kick, the pair charged forwards, and the quartermaster raised his bow, notching an arrow. With practiced grace, just as they got in range, he let the shaft fly. It seemed to hover in the air as it thundered towards the savage swordsman; flying, flying and... took him right between the eyes.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the swordsman standing there still, his sword half raised in brutal intension towards Lyun's back. A whole 5 seconds passed, as Zarif and Salador rode past, before the swordsman finally seemed to realize he'd died. With a bizzard half-screech, he fell unceremoniously to the ground, the arrow being driven deeper through his skull as his face slammed into the cobbles below with a wet plop, as his odd sword slid along the dirt.

The foreigner couldn't help but snort at how funny it was. One second so arrogant, the next flopped onto the ground, dead. What an idiot!

_{Zarif moves to 17-8 and attacks the Mercenary Am-Zikar, scoring a critical hit, killing him, and earning 36xp. He then moves to 17-7.}

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

Zarif

Zarif clutched at his arm, the small arrowhead sprouting shallowly from his bicep, crimson water dripping down to the dry dirt below. He gritted his teeth, and knocked a second arrow, a new feeling of resolve filling him. It was as if he had crested a tall and dune, and a small smile began to crack at the corner of his mouth.

Nearly as soon as it had been born however, his smile turned into a scowl. Like some kind of rat, that damnable Makeen snuck up behind, and nearly killed the hunter... ZARIF'S hunter.

Zarif: AHHH! Damn rat! You steal enough as it is, you will not be stealing of my glory!

Quickly, before the greedy thief could finish the job, Zarif loosed the arrow, taking the hunter between the eyes. Without another word, Zarif and Salador trotted off towards the others, glaring at the thief all the way.

_{On the previous turn, Zarif leveled up! Zarif equips his Bronze Short Bow, and attacks the Kassite Hunter #4, killing it, and earning 21xp. He then moves to 17-17.}

Zarif Leveled Up!

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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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