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I was going to post after the troll fight, if that's okay. I was also wondering if I could have multiple rounds - just because I feel like a show off today.
Could we get some visuals on those creatures? Also, Atticus wouldn't mind taking on the troll, but honestly, I want Arthanus to choose for me because I think it'll be much more interesting.
Having made his way to the Prince's position, Caildir kept a scanning gaze around the battlefield. He witnessed the Pathfinders volley the front line and watched the invaders drop one by one. The combined forces of elves seemed to be dropping back as Caildir fell in with them .Once it was obvious they were planning on retreating, Caildir thought he heard someone address him.
Caildir's eyes lifted to the familiar voice. The Prince had given him orders, as it seemed. Of course, Caildir had no inherent problems with authority - especially coming from the Prince. As was said, Caildir dropped behind the retreating company, toward the invading forces. While they made their way back to Mithreal, the elven illusionist muttered a few curses while the human soldiers tripped over each other - each one confused by the hallucinations being projected before them. Some lost vision, others saw allies turning on them, while some just felt their surroundings spin around them. Those that stumbled close were met with a searing blade. Caildir took care in cutting the least lethal spot. However, no matter how benign the cut, the exploding pain rendered the soldiers helpless nonetheless.
He turned to barely see the last of the elves disappear into the forest while he blinded whomever he could. Caildir soon caught up with his compatriots as they grouped up around Mithreal. Following the crowed, Caildir kept his eyes on the Prince while he waited for the next orders. He'd have no problem fighting for his people.
Caildir's eyes lifted to the familiar voice. The Prince had given him orders, as it seemed. Of course, Caildir had no inherent problems with authority - especially coming from the Prince. As was said, Caildir dropped behind the retreating company, toward the invading forces. While they made their way back to Mithreal, the elven illusionist muttered a few curses while the human soldiers tripped over each other - each one confused by the hallucinations being projected before them. Some lost vision, others saw allies turning on them, while some just felt their surroundings spin around them. Those that stumbled close were met with a searing blade. Caildir took care in cutting the least lethal spot. However, no matter how benign the cut, the exploding pain rendered the soldiers helpless nonetheless.
He turned to barely see the last of the elves disappear into the forest while he blinded whomever he could. Caildir soon caught up with his compatriots as they grouped up around Mithreal. Following the crowed, Caildir kept his eyes on the Prince while he waited for the next orders. He'd have no problem fighting for his people.
I'm so sorry guys! I'll get a post up as soon as I can. I've just been really busy with the holidays and family and stuff; I haven't gotten a chance to sit down and write a quality post.
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Here. Hopefully this RP will get back on track when the gm gets his internet.
I'd like to reserve a spot for my character, if that's okay!
I'd like to reserve a spot for my character, if that's okay!
Not sure what Minime is doing, but hopefully he posts too.
I'm interested in this if it gets enough interest
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