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Post by idisturbed on Jan 26, 2019 13:27:36 GMT -6
Savin'
Vagabond | Vindicator | Cadet Savin' almost mimicked the young chevalier's yelp. She instantly lifted her head and widened her eyes in no direction in particular. She actually hit and took down an enemy. She would have apologized if she could. She didn't have enough time.
Savin' arched her head to where she last heard Sirin's hoofbeats. Suddenly, the earth beneath her hooves vibrated. She was cut off and thrown back by the ground.
It turned out that she had been hit soon after she took down the young Chevalier. Savin' staggered back to her hooves. She suddenly buckled, but, she quickly caught herself before she hit the ground again.
A part of her was thinking about turning around. No. Not now. Not in a situation like this. She only got hit and thrown by some dirt. She still got up. This was how she was sometimes.
The endangered cadets were still out there. Like it or not, she had to do this.
The spotted pale mare limped a little, then, shook it off. Now the next best thing was to follow the nearest sound of her allies and their hoofbeats. Two horses loudly clashed nearby. She hastily charged into the fray. She aimed to ram harder than she did before into the next enemy.
It turned out to be Sirin again countering another mare. Savin' tried to direct her attack away from Sirin to avoid crashing into her. She later thought that the chevalier might have been recovering from the ground when she collided with her and almost tripped and trampled over her. To this, Savin' quickly made use of swift and hard strikes from her hooves to trample over the chevalier.
Post: 3 | WC: 278
Game Post: #11 (Attack Nella)
Vitality: 75 -> 50 | Deduction 25
Speed: 35 -> 55
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Post by notadonkey on Jan 26, 2019 19:27:14 GMT -6
Reuben Vindicator | Explosions Specialist Game Post #12
The sense of accomplishment from hitting his target was immediately interrupted by the retreating enemy's ice having smacked into Reuben's face violently. "Fuck!!" He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the pain the icy slash gave him. If it were any closer he probably would have lost an eye, but thankfully the bastard barely missed. Instead the blood was coming from right above it, the swelling and stinging his eye so much he had to keep it closed. Nevertheless, he ignored the pain and quickly moved closer to the train.
Reuben spotted the teenage cadet, Priidik, who was being attacked by the large unicorn. He was looking real beat up and having trouble standing. Reuben stepped over, nodding to Jimmu and Bruneau who finished the attacker off. "C'mon kid, get up." Gruff but wanting to help the kid, he stood next to him as physical support for the teen to get on his feet.
By the time the cadet stood, another enemy stood at the ready. Reuben drew his hammer, ready for the hippocampus to charge or draw a weapon as well, but nothing. Reuben narrowed his one functioning eye as his eyebrows furrowed. After a split second, Priidik lunged recklessly towards the enemy. Reuben cursed to himself as he immediately followed, both of them charging right for the other hippocampus. Reuben raised his hammer, ready to smash the guy's skull in, when a pain blossomed within him. It crawled through from his chest to his legs to his head, intense searing pain that he had never felt before. He fell to the ground, writhing and yelling.
WC: 269 | Post#3Defend Taddeo Vitality: 0 (+50 from Priidik) - 15
Cunning 75 -> 50 Agility: 45 -> 70
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 27, 2019 9:13:59 GMT -6
N i L
Ω Vagabonds | Vindicator Soldier Ω
 "When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt."
~Honore de Balzac Ω
The others were too busy. Chevaliers were trying to stop them at almost every turn. And while the Vindicators were proving to be exceptional fighters, none of them had yet been able to board the train. Turning his attention from the fight, to the engine of the train, Nil weighed his options. If he boarded and entered here, he’d be going in alone. He would have no back up unless someone saw him and ran to his aid. If he could get in there and down whoever was controlling the massive metal beast, then maybe that would give them enough time to defeat the rest of the Chevaliers, get the kids, and escape.
Wishful thinking, right?
Nostrils flaring, and feeling that icy fear grip his chest, he remembered Adari’s teachings. Who was he fighting for? Well, that was easy, for the kids. And of course the Vindicators. But was that enough motivation to put his life in danger?
The answer came in an incredible snort as he charged down from the hiding spot he had been using, springing up onto the platform that would give him access to the main engine. It was done. There was no turning back. Thrusting himself into the doorway, his hooves clattered on the metallic floor as he sought the horse he had seen from outside. And if he was correct, all he would have to do was charge straight.
He reined in his anger, using it as a power source for his speed. He had every intention to find the driver, and if possible, knock his ass clear out of the cabin through the window. And it definitely didn’t take him long. His haste got him through the length of the engine in no time, and when he reached the door, his crimson teke turned the handle and as barely open as he came charging through.
He would not give the driver, Taddeo, any time to react. Surely shoving the other stallion into the machinery could knock him out. He gathered himself up, lowering his head as he directed his charge towards the piebald hippocampus. As he got next to Taddeo, he swung his hindquarters around and kicked out towards the stallion's face and neck.
Ω WC: 371 | Post #6
Game Post #13
Speed 100 -> 75 |
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Post by houndflash on Jan 29, 2019 0:29:52 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Game Post #14
Verun fell to the ground as the ice shards flew at her, flung from the larger enemy. As she righted herself and glanced around at the train station, she saw that many of the other horses that had been starting up the train were now occupied by other Vindicators, a couple of them now out of the fight. The small cadet glanced around the area she had been flung into, full of boxes that were possibly going to be put onto the train at a later point, if not for the distraction that her and the other members of her family had caused. Verun glanced up as there was a streak of movement that crossed her vision, spotting another pegasus flying around above, a sword dancing through the ranks of her family. Thinking fast, Verun reached for her saddlebags that she kept on her, and went to grab one of her throwing knives to toss towards the flying raider, only to realize that the bags must of fallen off during the earlier hit.
Verun scavenged though the area she fell in, releasing a loud happy sound as she found her bags. Grabbing a few of the knives from the pocket, she threw them as hard as she could towards Raghnall's wings, knowing that as long as some of them hit, he would be taken down from the sky to at least check his wings for damage. Hopefully then a larger Solider could actually take them down.
Incapacitate Raghnall
Vitality 50 -->25
Cunning 50--> 25
Speed 60 -->85
Uses Scavenger for extra post count
Word Count 270
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Post by misttheelf on Jan 30, 2019 9:59:34 GMT -6
Jimmu "...Need something kid?"
WC 188 | Post 3 As the unicorn fell, Jimmy gave a nod towards Bruneau who had helped him bring down the violent attacker. "Let's go." He said, before charging off to his next Target - The pegasus currently pinning down a recruit who had been just a little to eager to join the combat in the beginning, and had gotten pinned.
Jimmu's axe was already in motion as he barrelled into the low flying pegasus, coming down on Ragnhall with all of his strength. "Come on kid, up. Get up!" Jimmu's ordered Idir as he attacked Ragnhall. "If you're going to be in a fight, make sure you don't get pinned as soon as it begins!" He scolded the recruit, in likely the most words anyone's heard Jimmu say at once, before he turned his attention to the rest of the field.
Things were, as far as he was aware, going well for the vindicators. They were pushing their attackers back, and starting to out number them with some of their members retreating due to injuries the vindicators had inflicted... Now they just needed to get the cadets off of that damnable train.
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Game Post #15
Ragnhall Attacked
Strength: 100 -> 75
Vitality: 75 -> 85
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Post by hey-stardust on Jan 31, 2019 20:12:31 GMT -6
 SIRIN | VAGABOND | SOLDIER
Oh, this careless ground, guessing this is home now,
in no man's land, at least we're still standing.
It seemed she had gained a shadow.
Instead of breaking off and facing the next combatant alone, Savin', the young cadet, had --once again-- followed after her; trampling the Chevalier beneath her hooves once she was downed.
Eyeing the broken figure and feeling content that their enemy would be unable to continue this fight, Sirin spat the hair from her mouth and wheeled to face their next foe; heart pounding as a gush of flames escaped from the pinto's maw.
A brief, flicker of fear flashed across her face at the sight, reminding her of a reckless moment in her past - one that had left her blind.
It made the unicorn pause, to wait for an opening and attack when their guard was down, and pray she did not feel the fire sear her flesh once more.
She took her chance when their head was turned, watching as a few dying embers fell from their hooves and took off, crashing into their shoulder and throwing her horn up in an attempt to gouge their face.
4 | 175
game post #16 (attacking Oscar)
-25 strength | - 25 vitality
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Post by idisturbed on Feb 3, 2019 16:00:14 GMT -6
Savin'
Vagabond | Vindicator | Cadet The spotted pale mare caught herself from slipping head first onto the ground after trampling off of the last enemy. She took a breif moment and turned her head to her back. There didn't seem to be anything more coming from the chevalier. There wasn't anytime to process anything more, she had to keep going.
With her head lowered, Savin' continued her charge deeper inside the chaos. She would have gone much farther, hadn't she come across another set of swift hooves. She heard a harsh noise and, suddenly, a stinging wave of heat reached out from the dark and tried to touch her side. She was not new to fire, and neither was she numb to it. She quickly wheeled backwards to avoid the flame's touch.
What the heck was that?! The swift hoofsteps danced in sync with the violent whooshes of the flames. Someone was running around and manipulating the fire. Their intentions were obvious.
When it seemed like the enemy and their fire were distancing themselves away, Savin' took in a big gulp and charged back. She thought about following them and tackling them as quickly as possible. Hopefully, she could avoid the flames along the way.
Her muscles tensed. She expected the heat to come back again, but, nothing happened.
Instead, she crashed into another horse's side, which caused her to almost lose her footing. Hoping it was the enemy and not one of her allies, Savin' quickly turned and pulled a good kick to their legs.
Post: 4 | WC: 252
Game Post: #17 (Incapacitate Oscar)
Speed: 55 -> 30 | Deduction 25
Strength: 25 -> 5 | Penalty -20 to Strength
Vitality: 50 -> 75
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Post by Mad-Manx on Feb 3, 2019 20:46:15 GMT -6
Eshana vagabond | vindicator "Strong but exhausted."
Post: #4 | Word Count: 366
The mare's red force field absorbed her strike and tossed her away with infuriating ease.
Eshana felt herself tumbling and slamming into the ground before fully processing it, the taste of iron and dust on her tongue accompanied by a ringing in her ears. Her head was still spinning as she forced herself to her hooves with scrambling motions, vaguely aware of her comrades milling and forcing their opponents to the ground, one by one. The crack of still foreign weapons sliced through her daze, and her head whipped around just in time to watch as Reuben and Verun charged.
Around her, the others were still hard at work, and her ears swiveled as she caught her name, shouted by Nil. Though the ringing persisted, her mind was clearer, and she whirled with the intention of going to his aid; until something caught her eye.
The cadets.
They cowered behind an armoured Chevalier; a captain, if the red fabric that fell from the unicorn's withers was any indication. Separate thuds sounded as more of their opponents met the unforgiving ground, and wordlessly Eshana changed direction to meet the Chevalier head on. The look of terror that was struck across young Pould and Fillip was all the motivation she required. Her comrades were clearly handling the others just fine; now it was time to bring their own home.
A quiet rage had built beneath her chest, and all at once it felt as though if spread to her blood as she locked her eyes onto the Chevalier and the cadets that shrank at her very presence. Her dagger was already drawn and clutched beneath her silvery blue teke and without hesitation she launched herself into a canter.
"Hey!" her voice bellowed out, cutting through the din of the fight. Though it was enough to make the Chevalier's ears to flick back, it wasn't quite enough to draw her attention away from the cadets.
The silver dagger was hardly a throwing knife, and the edge managed to only just graze the her target's back before clattering harmlessly to the ground. But it was enough to get the Chevalier's attention, the solider whirling to face her with a snarl.
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Game Post #18
Agility: 50 -> 25
Cunning: 75 -> 50
Strength: 75 -> 100
Vitality: 25 -> 50
Distracting Ines
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Post by sheatothebay on Feb 4, 2019 22:56:56 GMT -6
B R U N E A U
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Game Post: #19
STR: -25 (0 remaining) VIT: -25 (25 remaining) The chocolate stallion snorted with satisfaction as Haakon fell, and it was then that he noticed the efforts of the others around him. Their own had been freed as his fellow Vindicators fought on, the young ones like Priidik raging by their side.
It made things worth it.
A gray flash caught his eye, and he looked up to see Eshana cantering towards a sturdy appaloosa mare, adorned with a blood red cape that fluttered with motion. A chevalier captain, the former slave noted instantly, but the two cowering forms of Poul and Filip caught his eye more than any fancy cloak could.
He broke into a canter as Eshana grew nearer to Ines, her dagger raised in her pale blue teke. He didn't doubt her skills, and wouldn't have been surprised if she chucked the dagger at the captain. But whether it was an attack or distraction, Bruneau paid no mind. He kept his eyes flickering between the cadets, the captain, and Eshana's charge forward with the dagger poised at the ready, each stride both drawing them closer to their adversary and their objective. Ines was the last one standing between them and the cadets.
He cast a glance towards Eshana, the strong and resilient and dare he note beautiful mare charging forward, dagger poised and eyes narrowed, her broken horn pointing forward alongside the blade, and he remembered their times in the Dark District together, a light amongst the dark. She didn't remind him of their time in shackles, of his once glimmering horn filed down harshly to the base and the searing iron branding the dragon into his shoulder. She reminded him of something much more important: a reason to fight.
And the cadets. They were fortunate ones. They were surrounded by a family of Vindicators, no matter blood relation. They were the future of the movement to free equines taken from all over Hireath. Even then so, they were innocent foals. Bruneau snorted. They would never know the life he and Eshana and so many of the others experienced in chains. Their scars would not be from whips, from chains, but from battle, and glory, and valor.
Eshana's voice cut through the air, and Bruneau perked his ears as Ines turned at the call and the chucked dagger bouncing off her back. This was his chance. He was tired, but his hooves carried him onwards. The thick-boned unicorn let out what could only be defined as a roar as he charged ahead, aiming to plow into Ines's side at full speed and reaching to sink his teeth into her wither. |
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Post by houndflash on Feb 5, 2019 23:26:59 GMT -6
Verun|Vindicator|Cadet
Game Post #20
The train station was still a flurry of chaos and destruction as Vindicators took out the equines that had been guarding the trains, and more importantly, Verun's fellow cadets who had gotten themselves captured, and their guard. But that chaos seemed to be calming down to the point where the pegasi filly could finally figure out how to breathe again. She watched as Eshana and Bruneau started finally attacking the armored unicorn, her mind supplied the term Aodhan Chevalier from her lessons back at the Bunker. A grin stretched across her face as an idea hit her brain.
"Hey guys! Come on and help out!" Verun cried out as she rushed past Nil and Priidik, the latter cadet jumping at the call before falling in behind Verun. She grabbed one of the throwing knives in her bag, tossed one of the larger ones over to Priidik, before rushing over to Ines. The two of them rushed towards the chevalier, and threw the knives at Ines, attempting to free the younger cadets.
Partical Attack on Ines
Assistance from Priidik +50 Strength
Strength 70-->0
Vitality 25-->50 Cunning 25--> 50 Word Count 190
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 6, 2019 12:24:20 GMT -6
Nil | Vagabond Vindicator  Nostrils flared as ruby eyes stared down at the unconscious form of Taddeo. Sides heaving, Nil’s head spun as he fought to catch his breath. The driver has given him absolutely no trouble, in fact, Taddeo had made it incredibly easy for Nil to even knock him out. As Nil breached the room and kicked out with his hooves, the unsuspecting Aodhian had turned to look just in time to take a couple of hind hooves to the jaw. Nil felt the bones shatter, and turned to see the stallion slump to the ground. So this is what it really felt like...to protect others. He wondered if Adari would be pleased with him. Knowing that the rest of the Vindicators were still fighting their way to the cadets, he stole one last glance at the broken stallion before cantering back down the length of the engine. He exited the way he came, still eerily quiet at his location, but the sounds of fighting could still be heard from where he had originally come from. Charging through the foliage and around trees, he could see the unconscious or slain bodies of Aodhian scum. He broke the treeline just in time to see Savin’ finishing up an attack against one of the last attackers. Knowing there was no time to waste, he cantered down to join the others. As he reached Verun and Priidik, he watched Eshana charge a cloaked Chevalier who, he just noticed, had two very familiar forms cowering behind her. As his blood started to boil, Eshana has successfully distracted the Chevalier, Ines, and Bruneau galloped in to assist. Unsure if he should charge in as well, a young voice rallied besides him. “Hey guys! Come on and help out!” Young Verun, followed by an enthusiastic Priidik, charged towards Ines with fervor. Not wanting to be outdone by two kids, Nil reared up with a war cry of his own and galloped as if he life depended on it. Knives were thrown by both cadets, and Nil pounded behind them. Nostrils flared, ears folded tightly against his skull, he knew that this one would go down the hardest. “Out of the way!” He yelled, fully intent on plowing Ines over. And once the coast was clear, he gave one last spring of his hind legs and bulldozed into Ines’ side. He could hear the Chevalier let out a painful cry, but it died as the breath was forced from her lungs. Leaping over her flailing limbs, hooves rose to bash the jaw, much like Taddeo had been attacked. Standing tall, though looking down at the incapacitated Chevalier, Nil looked to Eshana, panting heavily. “Eshana...we...we should get out of here now. We got the Cadets...let’s...let's get out of sight before...more of them come.” He was actually smiling. 473 WordsGame post #21 /// -50 Strength |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2019 19:56:17 GMT -6
Ines falls, and the Cadets are freed, quickly getting out of the train. There is shouting and screaming around you from the injured.
The victory is sweet, even if overshadowed by the knowledge that Julius is far out of your reach. Whatever his motivations, he is taking his knowledge to New Valore - knowledge that might destroy you.
At least the Cadets are safe.
A rumble of hooves alerts you to the fact that the victory, however sweet, is temporary.
Chevalier reinforcements arrive. You note that they are carrying supplies, supplies that look like they have been dismantling the station and its surroundings of anything of value.
What is more important however, is their number. The ambush you walked into was a danger - but this is a full platoon, 40 strong, armed and fresh.
You might have won against the smaller company, but you also sustained injuries. The cadets who assisted you are injured and exhausted, the young ones you rescued terrified.
You have to run. There is no chance to collect your dead.
The Chevaliers move as a front towards the train. They form a wall of force fields around themselves and their injured, and as you make your escape, you can see their medical personnel take out imbued items to quickly heal the grievous wounds you have inflicted.
It is your luck that the Chevaliers are more interested in their injured, than finishing you off. A few arrows and bolts are shot after you, but as you get into the safety of the forest, and keep running, you don’t hear anyone following you.
You have been successful.
But at what cost?
You have much to report back to the Bunker.
Congratulations on finishing 701: Road to Ruin!
Feel free to post final reactions, injuries if desired (from bolts or advancing chevaliers) as well as discussion on what has transpired while you retreat. Staying behind to fight is not an option.
The train departs some hours after your victory, leaving the station desolate.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 14:56:01 GMT -6
COMPLETE 20 AP and 20 CS to everyone! |
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