by qwill. » Thu Jan 01, 2015 3:13 am
❀--Aria Mier
elf ❀ healer ❀ water ❀ at the battle ❀ Faelyn
Aria pull Aeglos to a halt at the tree line, just behind the group of warriors. She watched anxiously as her people screamed and shouted, caught in the midst of war and battle, and looked for those who lay injured. Suddenly, Aria heard Faelyn yell and saw a blaze of fire leap into the field of human warriors. Met with a trial of blood. Faelyn had been stabbed!
Before Aria could react, she heard pounding feet against the ground and turned to see a human warrior charging up the hill towards her. He was young, fear and sorrow in his eyes as he shakily raised a sword. Aria felt bad for him. So it isn't just Cymbiir suffering from the cloud of war, she thought, reaching to her pack for a canteen of water and her sword. Swinging down off of Aeglos Aria stood her ground, but nervously; she no longer owned any sort of armor, so all she had protecting her was a silvery, cobweb silk gown--the traditional wear of healers. Drawing Lírë Aria readied herself for contact. The blade glistened like ice in the sun, but also glowed with a faint power. As the human approached, Aria swung Lírë, catching his attack, but only slightly.
Moving to the offensive, Aria parried towards the young man's legs, catching him off balance for a split second. Aria was lucky that this boy was rather inexperienced; anyone of higher stance would have easily fallen for her next trick. Opening the canteen of water, Aria pulled its contents into a whip and lashed it at the boy's face while his guard was down. It was a cheap move, but Aria needed to get to Faelyn. She knew that the female elf was probably too proud to let the injury bother her, but if the captain lost too much blood, she could be in serious danger of leaving herself open to greater, more fatal wounds on the battlefield. The human boy fell to his knees, screaming as blood clouded his eyes. "I can't see!" he screamed, reaching for his sword. But Aria was already gone, and into the thick of battle.
Searching for Faelyn amongst the fighting pairs, Aria dodge blades and arrows, even stray waves of natural power from her own people. In this fog and mist, it was hard to tell friends from enemies. A lit fire caught Aria's attention, and she ran towards Faelyn, who was viciously attacking a human warrior with her flames and knife. "Faelyn, your leg!" Aria shouted, running to the captain. Pulling her water whip into a smoother shape, Aria pulled the tentacle of water around the stab wound. Closing her eyes, she let the water seal the surface of the wound. It wasn't healed, not completely, but it would have to do for the moment.
Leaving Faelyn to command her soldiers, Aria raced around, looking for others to heal. She tried to look away as she passed human warriors, screaming in agony as they bled out from sword or arrow wounds. How was it that in a world I have come to nurture I can watch this pain and suffering? Aria thought, a wave of guilt coming over her. She had to remember that they were the enemy; they were human, and had tried to wound Aria's people for years. However, it was still hard to watch others suffer while she could easily heal them.
➸--Raoden Marx
human ➸ captain of the guard ➸ Sophia; Jason; Elwen
Clever! Raoden thought as he watched Sophia handle the wolf. He turned back to the bound elf, watching her carefully. "I will not kill you, Elwen Luna, either myself or by turning you free," he decided, lacing his hands together. He could still use this elf; he just needed to find a way to keep her safe until he could further question her. Suddenly, both the wolf and Sophia burst into the tent, their eyes wild. Raoden looked from archer to animal, confused. "More elves?" he asked, his brow knit. He needed to be out on the field with his men.
Raoden looked to Jason, who was standing quietly looking perplexed. "Jason, watch the elf. Make sure she does not escape or that she is not rescued. They will be looking in the dungeons for a prisoner, not the the artillator's tent. Sophia and I need to get to the battle front," Raoden said with authority. He couldn't believe that he was putting his own mens' lives at risk for that of a single elf, but Raoden believed that it would pay off in the long run. This elf seemed rather neutral about the whole situation; she would rather die than be turned to her people. Did that mean she could provide some sort of information to help them fend off the elves? Perhaps, but such quandaries would have to wait.
As Raoden went to exit the tent, he nearly tripped over the wolf. Looking down at the creature, he winced in pain for the animal, looking at the blood soaking his coat, both from his own wounds and the wounds of the soldiers he had taken down. The animal dropped his carried sword at Raoden's feet, his eyes pleading. For some strange reason, Raoden almost felt as though the animal was trying to apologize for his actions, and the gesture somewhat calmed the anger Raoden suddenly felt at his lost comrades. "Thank your animal for his submission, but I cannot wield a sword that has already slain many of my own," Raoden said to Elwen before turning with Sophia to the courtyard.
Raoden could hear the battle at their door step, war raging on the plain just before the forest where the elves dwelt. Drawing his sword, Raoden rushed into battle on foot, assessing the damage. "Archers, mages! To the barracks!" he yelled. "Answer to Sophia!" By giving the ranged soldiers to Sophia, Raoden could focus more on the immediate situation and organize things a bit. He saw both elves and humans injured on the ground, but couldn't make out a clear leader. He had seen Cymbiir's military captain only a few times before in other battles, and he wasn't sure if she would show up to a simple rescue mission, but he kept his eyes open, searching for the fiery she-elf.
