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Old January 4, 2016, 10:23 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Boats Are Just The Worst, Medonia Team 1 [Iseult, Rhystlin, Lyr]

Era XXIII Post Fractum

Just as the Imperial Legions had been reorganized, so too had the Imperial Navy seen a total restructuring. Thanks to the endless bureaucracy that always tended to come along with these things, such left the Empire's navy with not quite enough resources to deal with the reports of strange pirates raiding unguarded merchant vessels in the vicinity of Sherian. Not that there was entirely much they could do in that regard - considering the state of the province, there were no reliable naval bases nearby for them to resupply at. As it was, there were ongoing efforts in attempting to reintegrate the forlorn confederacy back into the Empire, but that was a story for another time.

After who knew how many months of this raiding occurring, well, a few crews seemed to have gotten a bit cocky. Wandering further and further from the original zone of conflict, soon enough they were raiding small coastal settlements and villages all along the coasts of Medonia and Maeve as well. Those few who survived told tales of black and white-sailed ships sailing into harbor under the cover of darkness, slaughtering the guards and taking anybody they could find prisoner, to be hauled back onto the boats. Strange ships, designs utterly foreign to the Empire.

It seemed that there were others still who had grown even more audacious. Why limit one's self to only raiding at night, when there was plenty of opportunity during the day as well? So it was that a small hamlet just east of the capital of Medonia found itself under assault. Ships with strange-looking black sailsjunks and powered by oars would arrive on scene, and as figures dropped off the sides of the ship and charged ashore, there were a series of deafening, loud roars as colorful explosions appeared in the sky above. Many of the villagers dove for the ground, expecting some sort of strange magical attack, or simply frightened out of their wits by the loud noise.

The crew members rushed forth, the rank and file a motley assortment of races, armed mostly with spears, pikes, and crossbows, but the officers very obviously dark elves. A female captain in charge barked orders, already directing the flow of prisoners being hauled back to the two main ships.

Thus far, it seemed like another easy raid.

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It was lucky that Rhystlin had not arrived in the city alone. Last she had traveled through Medonia, she had been met with many a large group of bandits raiding and looting the countryside, especially in more organized fashion than she was comfortable dealing with alone. For that reason she had brought half of her mercenaries along with her: Vincent, Freydis, Jerik (the medic), and one of the crossbowmen. She had not expected to need any more, and had left the rest to help keep an eye on Mileswick as the reconstruction efforts continued.

Business had led her to Medonia, to the glassblower Iseult. In the meantime Rhystlin had considered picking up a job here and there while she was in the neighborhood, partly to occupy her companions and partly to keep the income flow steady to support them. As it was, she had been happening through on minor business - a slight sidestep in the greater scheme of things - and wasn't too far from the little village when terror struck. She had not expected to hear the explosions erupting from above the nearby town, but it should not have surprised her; it was a return of those larger, more fearsome mercenary groups - only in pirate form. At least she had been right to be so cautious.

Regardless of her own stake in things, Medonia did not have many swords to raise against those bold enough to take advantage of its current situation. Should the pillagers be given reason to believe they could get away with their actions, Medonia would not always be present to do business in. Their actions, just as well, allowed the mercenary and her companions the chance to let the newborn city know their names, should the company expand beyond Arium some day.

As they neared she immediately picked out the dark elven captain from afar, wondering if the pirate would order a retreat the moment her forces were being pushed back. It seemed pertinent for Rhystlin to get in close and cut the head off of the snake. Better that, than to let them get away with their slaves.

Perhaps they could kill two birds with one stone. She sought out the potential officers organizing the assault within the village itself, overseeing the initial wave of attacks. She drove her own men inward on foot, a shortsword and swordbreaker each in one hand, hoping to defend the villagers while cutting a path to the nearest officer. Perhaps as a result, enemy forces would find themselves in some manner of disarray.

She urged her companions to stay close enough to prevent themselves from getting separated. She hoped they could at least use the buildings as strategic cover against the enemy's ranged attacks from afar.

She hoped additional help from Medonia city itself would arrive. Perhaps if she could catch one of the villagers who didn't seem crippled with fear, she could send them for what limited help was available in Medonia. If they could bide their time, wait for reinforcements, they might then be able to push towards the coast.

Then again, there was the chance it would never come.

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Rumours of peculiar pirating activity in the southern seas had flown northward, as such things do. Not that pirates from Sherian were anything new - actually, they were some of the oldest pirating establishments (if pirates had establishments, which was debatable) in the Empire - but pirates coming from the modern, post war Sherian were a new breed of pirate entirely.

Lyr, when he heard of them, wasn't entirely sure he was down with that. On the one hand, he felt rather proprietary about the Eunesian pirates, having been (kind of) one of them: as such it didn't sit well with him that this new breed of Sherian pirate was being touted around as the new, most fearsome pirate ever. At the same time, one had to admit that the idea of a new breed of pirate did spark Lyr's (professional) curiosity. What was it about these new pirates? Was it their ships? Their guns? Their repertoire of curses?

All that said, when Lyr found himself in a small village outside Medonia - where he was headed just to check things out and, you know, perhaps expand his professional horizons - and the shrieking and cursing started, he was wise enough to put establishing those professional contacts on the back burner. As Lyr knew from personal experience, one really didn't stop to ask about the identity and interests of those whom one was merrily pillaging. Plus, just because Lyr was/had been a pirate didn't mean he had any kind of immunity from being killed by pirates - or that he had some sort of loyalty to them, either. Lyr was pretty sure that even this new breed of Sherian pirate, however fearsome, still adhered to that tried and true piratical motto: "every man for himself".

As the sky exploded up above Lyr followed the wise tactics of the villages and dove to the ground, craning his neck upward to get a better look at whatever was going off up overhead. Some kind of firearms?... Borthanas take it, maybe the rumours weren't all lies... he thought, but didn't have too much time to ponder. The attack was in full swing, captives were already being taken, and the last thing Lyr wanted to have happen was to be taken prisoner again.

So he began edging his way toward the outskirts of the town, away from the heart of the fray, using the cover of the buildings as much as he could. Was anyone trying to put up a fight here? Making some hasty mental calculations, Lyr figured that whether staying and fighting it out or running was a better option still hung in the balance. So he'd try to hunker back a bit, his bastardsword drawn, and see whether he couldn't find anyone who looked like they knew one end of a sword from the other. He certainly wasn't going to put up any heroics for the benefit of a few ungrateful (because they would be ungrateful, there was no doubt of that) villagers; but he wasn't averse to sending a few of these Sherian pirates to the Umblat, either, if for no other reason than to prove that even this new and improved model of Sherian pirate was no match for a Tlansson pirate.

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The glassblower had heard the stories--stories that distracted her, stories that disturbed her. She had her hands full in Medonia and now she had to worry about the coastline both east and west of the city. That none of the pirates had dared yet to strike out at the city--struggling as it was to reinvigorate itself--spoke to the fact that they were likely too small a force to bother trying to tackle a city. That or they were just gearing up to pick at the city once they'd taken what they wanted from the rest of the coastline. Regardless, it was a potential threat against Medonia that Iseult could not countenance. She had to cut it off at the neck before it grew into something greater. That meant fieldwork. That meant footwork.

Besides, she could take this opportunity to get a little bit of a break from the need of the city. Sort of. She'd be poking around the hamlets to see if there was anyone yet that might still come to Medonia and help to rebuild it.

Always, there was work.

The half-breed shifted, turning to the mercenary captain that had been in her personal employ for now several eras. She started to speak but it was in that moment that the explosion rang out over the hamlet, causing her, the captain and the other five with the pair of them to startle, to dart and duck with the instincts of people eager to protect themselves against potential flying debris. There was cursing, most of it from the mercenaries but one succinct snap of a word from Iseult as she unfurled herself and straightened, one hand already slipping out one of two daggers sheathed at her lower back. The other was curled around the hilt of her wave-bladed longsword but she kept that sheathed for now, eyes scanning the area.

Ships on the horizon, black and sink-worthy, and pirates already swarming the shores, some of them already with their hands full with the bounty of flesh to ply their ships with. Slaves. The glassblower gave a sharp shake of her head and drew on the magic of the elements around her, gathering a strong heaping dose of her own reserves, forcing a sharp blast of wind over the heads of the invaders towards their ships out at sea. Hard to escape back to the boats, either alone or with prisoners, if the ships were spiraling off out into the great ocean on their own.

"Davin, take the men and do what you can do." She jerked her head towards the mercenaries, veterans all of them, sending them out into the fray. For herself, she drew her longsword to partner with her kris dagger, and hurried forward to engage the enemy.

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The dark elves were the most obvious ones commanding the flow of the attack, but there were others as well. Within the myriad races that comprised the crew of the pirates, there were those who naturally led the others. Those with better leadership skills, or perhaps stood a cut above the rest when it came to fighting. While the dark elves were leading at the top, it was these individuals who were carrying on the actual fight.

As it was, with her companions in tow, Rhystlin would begin the bloody journey towards one of the elven officers. She'd note that, in particular, it seemed like many of the raiders looked a bit familiar... they reminded her of Dalia. Nimalni! A good portion of the pirate crew consisted of Nimalni elves, with a smattering of humans and dorins as well. Or at least, the particular section that she was fighting.

Rhystlin and her mercenaries found themselves fighting alongside the poorly-equipped town watch that had been embroiled in the fight against the raiders, more there to buy time for the villagers to escape than actually push the pirates back into the sea. Her opponents tended to wield polearms, with only a few having proper blades. Leaping into the fray, then, the half-elf would immediately have to deal with two spearmen trying to... well, spear her.

Lyr

Here and there, Lyr found, pockets of the town watch had managed to gather together their arms and try to push back against the raiders. Not to any particularly stunning success; the poorly-equipped and ill-trained militia were getting carved up by the more experienced raiders. Here and there, there were adventurers and other people in the village who had just happened to be there and were joining the fight as well, although there really weren't enough of them to particularly turn the tide of battle. This wasn't exactly a particularly well-known or large city, after all.

Hey, maybe he'd recognize some? Maybe that angry-looking lady over there leading a group of mercenaries? She looked awfully familiar. Lyr might find himself reminded a bit of Lynessa - although maybe those were memories that remained safely repressed.

Or maybe he was triggered by the dorins among the pirate crew.

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Davin simply nodded, and with a few sharp commands the mercenaries were ready to leap into action. With any luck, these more experienced fighters would fare better than the town watch who were currently busy getting their faces stabbed by the pirates, who had significantly more combat experience and better arms.

A quick spell from Iseult, and there'd be plenty of confusion among the pirates close to the docks. The haste with which they'd conducted their raid, and the speed with which they'd wanted to potentially leave, had meant they'd foregone the typical anchoring of their boats. With the wind picking up in such a fashion and the sails still up, all of a sudden the ships would begin to drift out to see. It was a temporary problem, though, given that the ships were also designed to be powered by oars. Eventually they'd be back, but it had certainly distracted a portion of the raiders, and slowed the flow of hostile reinforcements. This was good.

In the meantime, though, they still had to deal with those that had already landed. A quick look would reveal that while there were plenty of dark elves leading the pirates, the majority of their crew was comprised of other races. Mostly Nimalni elves, a good number of humans and dorin, and a smattering of other races. They tended to wield polearms, with only a few of them having bladed weapons, save the dark elves who almost exclusively used swords. Here and there were archers, but they were a small contingent among the much more melee-focused raiders.

And so, Iseult's mercenaries crashed into the raider forces, helping relieve a small group of town watchmen who had been struggling to contain them. The half-elf herself found herself having to deal with two of the Nimalni, bearing down on her from her front (one slightly to the right, the other to the left) with their simple wooden-shaft-iron-tip spears in hand, clad in leather armor.
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The half elf's short blades were at a disadvantage to the better reach and leverage of the polearm - she knew this. But if she could get in closely where the polearm was less effective...

The mercenary used her force essence to create shields as necessary - ones that existed just long enough to divert the weapon strikes away from her body so that she could step in close. She then struck at the hands holding the weapons, hoping to take advantage of the fact that there were no crossguards to protect them. From there she hoped it would be a simple matter of finishing them off, using swift strikes from the hands to abdomen, the chest, even the throat - whatever vital point was within reach at that critical moment.

The militiamen did not appear battle-hardened, but if they were able to follow a unified voice, their combined efforts may be enough to thwart the pirate crews. If she found the moment amidst the battle to do so, she'd raise her voice to those around her, hoping to draw their awareness to her presence.

"Form a barrier and push forward! Don't let them catch you straggling! Archers form the back. If anyone slips through, shut them down!" That, at least, would lessen the stress on the villagers themselves as they sought to escape. At least if anyone made it through on this side, they'd have to get through her group first. As much as she wanted to stay and ensure the villagers were protected, those doing the protection would be easily overwhelmed with time only to watch the remaining pirates escape into the sunset. They needed to strike out, to make a bigger dent. The militiamen would be of more use as a fortified whole with her more experienced mercenaries to aid them.

She also wanted to learn more about the origins of these pirates. Nimalni... she did not know much about Dalia's people, but their presence - and that of the dark elves, seemed to be of some significance to her. What exactly it implied was anyone's guess, but she would be damned if she wouldn't try to learn what she could.
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There always would be dorins, wouldn't there? Lyr cursed, noting at the same time - and with some surprise - that alongside the dorin pirates there were also humans and Nimalni. The presence of Nimalni startled him, taking him back for a few instants to the kinder, rosier brightenings he'd spent among the Jaedaxian Nimalni community as a youngster. He had no notion that there were Nimalni around these parts - or that the grey elves would take to piracy. The ones he'd encountered had been a rather rigid, law-abiding sort.

But then his attention was drawn to the other side of the fray, where the local guard had been joined by what looked like a few mercenaries or adventurers, including a female half-elf who seemed vaguely familiar. Even as he tried to place her - Secycleon? Aelyria Prime? - Lyr was already moving forward to join the fray. He'd like nothing better than to down a few dorin, and the presence of the Nimalni intrigued him sharply. Plus... the half-elf looked kind of like Lyn. Perhaps that's why he thought he remembered her. For a split second he'd thought it was Lyn who'd somehow managed to leave her self-imposed seclusion in Arium and rejoin the world. It wouldn't really have surprised Lyr to find her off battling pirates (typical misguided female behaviour), as much as it would have shocked him. But no, it wasn't her - definitely wasn't her.

Lyr wasn't quite sure whether he felt sad or relieved as he jumped into the fray, hoping to catch one of the spearmen who'd targeted the half-elf off guard by his sudden appearance. "Nice brightening for a little brawl, ain't it?" He called over to the woman, and suddenly it came to him: Demios! Of course! And she'd been with that purple haired one with the attitude. Lyr remembered the attitude. This one had been rather quieter, which explained why his memory had failed him beforehand: "Feth, yer a long way from Demios!"
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Great. Dorins. That likely meant picking fleas off of her later, not a prospect she relished in the slightest.

A curious mixing of peoples, though--the most notable, of course, being the Vysstichi. It was broad daylight and to see this number of the darker elves above ground at this candlemark? Bizarre, to say the least. But it was not unheard for Vysstichi to come to the surface, to make their homes and lives there.

But enough of that. Swords! Battle!

Iseult directed her attention to the two Nimalni coming at her, darting to the right of the one coming at her from, well, her right and swiping her longsword in a diagonal sweep from the ground up. She moved to intentionally situate the one Nimalni between herself and the second of the two, seeking to engage with one at a time. She kept her dagger ready between her, looking to deflect anything that came in at her left side.

It was at the same time that someone else was doing their best to be distracting. Was someone...hollering at her? She glanced once, twice, towards what she felt was the source of the noise but hardly got a good look at all. And had she heard something about Demios? That only triggered memories of volcanos and elemental volcano women. She shook her head as she sought to press in towards the Nimalni, ignoring the man and tossing bad memories aside.

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Rhystlin's sorcery allowed her to wade through the sea of weapons into a range where her own were far more effective - the important caveat being that she managed to do so without getting holes poked in her that she definitely would have preferred not be there. Her ability to make her way right into the middle of the raiders meant that she could do quite an excellent job wreaking havoc through their ranks, helping give the fatigued militiamen a bit of a respite.

They weren't really very well-trained at all, but they were good enough at following orders. Rhystlin had bought a few of them the opportunity to regroup, although there were plenty that were more preoccupied with just not getting cut down. Still, it was better than nothing. A nice solid blob of spearmen, and what archers there were managing to find themselves at the back and trying not to shoot their own allies.

It was a mess, really, that's what it was. But at least Rhystlin had managed to make it just a tad more orderly than it had been. As it was, though, it seemed like the raiders were aware of the change in the situation. Slicing through more or less defenseless villagers, that was easy. These other people? No profit in dealing with them. The pirates began to break away from the fight, off in search of something more worth their time.

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Lyr managed to stab a spearman in the face successfully and then said some things. Hooray!

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Being distracted in the middle of battle was a good way to get stabbed. The two elves seemed fond of using their spears to harass Iseult from a distance, preventing her from easily getting close and actually being able to use her longsword. The one to her right just about dodged the diagonal slash she sent his way, really very eager not to let her get close at all. All about the dodging and the edging away from her, while also trying to poke her with his spear.

The two glances were all the time the one on the left needed to circle around once more and try to harass her from the left as well. Focus! Focus was needed to prevent the both of them from stabbing her with their spears.
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In the midst of battle, the mercenary hardly registered that someone other than the companions she arrived with was speaking to her. She looked over at Vincent, realized it had not been him, and then noticed a face she felt should have been familiar but wasn't.

And he was ... was he looking at her?

She gave him a furrowed brow when he mentioned Demios, her eyes blank with the failure to register and wild from the adrenaline of battle. Her attention was immediately drawn to the sword in his hands and the fact that he seemed capable of using it. Her expression lit up into what looked like relief.

"Good, we could use the help."

And then the battle began to let up. That was exactly what she was afraid of. She watched some of the pirates disengage and try to circumvent them, her teeth clenched in anger. If she allowed herself to continue getting caught up in the village, the pirates would do more damage in the long run - and worse, they would get away. These militiamen were not trained enough to do much more than get slaughtered if they remained spread out and grounded as they had been, but they had also bought the villagers valuable time to flee.

It was a difficult decision, but the mercenary chose to press on. She warned a couple of the archers to watch their flanks, to warn them if the pirates tried to come back at them from behind, but otherwise she urged her men to push inward. Her sights were set on the nearest officer, and she asked her mercenaries to at least try to clear her a path so that she might reach the officer more quickly. Best case scenario was that they could pick the officer off, move on to the next.

The captain was the most important target, especially if they could catch her alive - but for the moment Rhys was testing the waters. Was she capable of reaching the captain at all? The first officer, of course, was step one.

If only she had more men - a few to station at the village to hold the line. But this would have to do.
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Focus!

Shaking off the earlier distraction--just a man who might or might not have been talking to her--with spears jabbing at her, the glassblower found it easier to hone where her attention might better be serviced. She jumped back a pace or two as the spears jabbed in at her. She wasn't accustomed to fighting these long-handled weapons but surviving meant adapting. Want to live? Better figure it out!

As the one circled, Iseult too shifted around, trying to keep between her and the one spearman, the second of the fighters. As a spear jabbed out at her, Iseult swung her sword in front of her, seeking to either push aside the spear or chop it. She'd take either/or. At the same time, she rushed forward, eager to get into that personal space that didn't want her to poke into, her dagger eager to find the spearman's stomach. And, too, to use her momentum to propel the spearman back into the other.
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ooclolol, sorry! Though it's really your own fault for playing silly halfies. =p Lyr was talking to Rhystlin!

The spearman in front of Lyr went down, and the vagaran grunted in satisfaction, taking a moment to look around at the half-elf's men - mercenaries? - the town guardsmen, and then the pirates that seemed to edging away now, melting off to greener pastures.

The woman - Lyr didn't really remember her name, if he'd ever known it - had given him a brief reply, though at the moment Lyr supposed he couldn't fault her: they had more important things to do here. At least she was happy to see him (something of a first, in fact, and probably - not that this would have ever crossed Lyr's own mind - the result of their meeting on Demios having been cut short), which, he supposed, he was too. "Not looking to die just yet," Lyr called back with that sort of surreal cheer one gained on a battlefield, then added: "Speared by a pirate ain't my idea of a happy ending!"

She seemed to think that Lyr was joining up with her group: and for the moment anyway Lyr didn't mind doing so - working in a group was better than going at it alone in the chaos. So when Rhystlin pressed her men forward Lyr would press forward too, laying about himself with his sword in an effort to clear a path to the nearest officer - a worthy enough goal, to Lyr's mind, especially since it would probably take them closer to the shore and the ships: Lyr was curious to see them. "Not likely to be much organization here, if they're anything like the pirates up north!" He advised, drawing on his experience with pirate tactics (or rather the lack thereof) for his conclusions. They'd just have to watch their backs and make the best of the chaos.
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With most of the pirates skulking off in search of easier prey, Rhystlin would be able to advance forward through the village once more, in search of one of the dark elves that were in command of this entire operation. Luckily, the size of the force that was with her dissuaded most of the roaming pirate bands from giving her any trouble. Rhystlin and Lyr, along with the mercenaries and what was left of the town watch, were faced with the option of trying to chase these bands down in hopes of dealing with an officer who led them, or trying to advance to the docks, where they'd almost certainly find one.

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It was a bit easier said than done, but Iseult would manage. It'd take a few jabs for the half-elf to get the timing down, but she'd manage to stay out of the way of the tip of that spear long enough for her to figure it out. Continually moving around to try and maneuver herself so that the second spearmen could never get to her made it all the more difficult, naturally. But with the next jab, she'd push the spear aside with her blade and step in with her dagger. The spearman would try to step back in order to dodge her blade, but that just caused him to stumble over his compatriot behind him.

And so her dagger found itself in his stomach all the same, and Iseult found herself nice and close to the second spearman as well.
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She jerked the dagger out of the spearman's stomach, shoving back on the stabbed man as she did so. Using the momentum of her movements, Iseult twisted as she stepped to the side, swiping her sword in an angular fashion before her as she pressed forward her attack, aiming for the second of the spearmen but happy enough to land a blow on either of them.
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Rhys grunted an agreement with the vagaran - speared by a pirate was not her ideal way to go. She nodded at his advice, as well, seeing that there was indeed a lack of organization for the most part. It was for this reason that she decided it was not worth hunting the groups that were slipping around, just hoping an officer was in their midst. The docks were a more surefire target, and that's where she'd push her soldiers.
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