((Dude; no one knows my name....))

I watched as Rezzira passed by me, and followed him. Once we got to my room however, I stopped and went inside. I changed into my black gear, and got my weapons. I then opened my window, and climbed out. I continued to climb until I got onto the roof, and found a place to hide where I blended in perfectly, and got ready to fire. I practiced without firing any arrows for a bit, then took off my hood to see better. It was too dark for my hair to be noticed, but I kept the headband in to keep it out of my face. I then positioned myself and waited.

Vice quickly followed after Razzira. "Nero, stay back and cover us." Nero nodded, ran toward the back of the building and pulled a ladder from the ceiling. He swiftly climbed it and opened a hidden hatch to the roof. Once ontop he could see dozens of monsters surrounding the building. "We'll never win..." He took out his books and read threw some spells quickly before racing to the edge and shooting blasts of fire at the unsuspecting creatures.

Back on the ground, Vice and Razzira awaited their opening. "This should work for awhile...we just need to hold them off 'til morning." With another blast of fire another monster fell; With two more rising from its place. "The Gorgons petriyfy and the Baels poison....you'r choice, pal!"

I flew outside and began attacking the monsters, knocking them down one by one. I then recalled a book I read about a Dragonkin who spun in the air while breathing fire to create a wheel like structure of fire. I decided to try to do the same with my ice. Flying in a circle, I began to breathe out the ice, which, sure enough, created a wheel like structure, which I promptly sent flying into the monsters.
"Practicing that one sense I was 13 is sure proving to be worth it.." I thought as I scratched at another monster.

((Everybody celebrate! I got Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn for Christmas!!!))

((Yay! Unfortunately for me, I'm going on a trip tomorrow, so I'm be back Sunday or Monday. If you must bunny my character during the fight, be my guest.))

I positioned my arrow, but held fire. Looking up at another hiding spot that was better, I stood, fired on an enemy that was sneaking up on someone, then jumped to the other hiding spot and hid.

((I'm back from Dusseldorf!))

I looked at the Dragonkin taking off. It's about time I learned to fly... I thought.
I unfolded my wings and tried to take off. I flied up a couple of meters, then I lost control and fell into a Bael. Luckily my sword slid out and pierced it in the head. "Phew..." I muttered Note to Self: Don't try to fly for the first time in the middle of a battle..., then ran back to my position.

Rezzira took one last look around the battlefield before deciding..."Vice, it's safer for me to fight gorgons, poison we can heal...but petrification...isn't as easy to recover from." He rushed off toward a group of Gorgon, Upon sight, the full pack began attempting to petrify him, Rezzira winced as one of the spells just barely missed him, as he approached, the pack began backing away, as various other beast blocked their path. "There's something wrong," Rezzira screamed out, "They are fighting in formations!" He pushed his way forward, striking only what stood in his way, getting knicks and bruises from all sides. "Aim for the Gorgons!" For just a moment he thought he could see Shirn, in the far back standing with two Bael, one to either side. He knew Shirn from his days serving Daein...But why would a Druid be out here... "Vice, I think I see a Daein Druid in the far back..I saw a small glimpse of light."

"Formations?" Could they be under Spira's control? No...that'd be ludacris. Vice followed Rezzira's order and rushed a group of Gorgons, whilst recieving a large quantity of mere cut and scratches. "They may be able to petrify, but they're magic is useless in close combat!" Vice glanced at Rezzira. "Pay attention!" He rushed over and caught a glimpse of the Druid. "Shirn? But why would a Daein soldier be attacking us? We've just signed an alliance with them!"

Before Vice could act any more, he was shoved to the ground. "Gah...what the---" "Allies of Daein I assume..." "Who the hell are you?" Vice lunged toward the man but found his blade piercing the body of a dead soldier. "A Summoner..." "Summoner is such a...strong term. I'd preffer to be called Cyrus." He raised his arms as countless others rose. Vice backed up slowly as many were struck down by arrows and fire balls. "Rezzira, watch this one..." "Fools! You cannot stop the inevitable uprise of Spira growing power. Our king is the best that there's been!" The man slammed his hands to the ground, reviving the fallen Gorgons and Bael near him. "Hah! You cannot defeat my army alone elt alone that of the king's!" Vice looked around quickly, scanning his surrounding for nearby allies. He saw the Dragonkin putting his powers to good use, and saw the winged-man's growing luck. damn...looks like everybody's got their hands full.

Name: Cyrus
Appearance: Wears a long black cloak and hides his face. He stands a seemingly 5'9 and nobody is quite sure about his build do to the cloaks thickness. He ussually has a menacing smile; The only bit of his face that is ever shown.
Items: None
Species: Human
Class: Summoner
Background: Unknown
Abilities: He can revive fallen soldiers and use them as his own servants. He can also revive any amount of creatures he wishes so long as their bodies remain close to his.

From the distance Rezzira watched Shirn, now sure he saw Shirn, Rezzira watched as Shrin mounted a bael and approached. When in range, he shouted to Rezzira, "Finally we meet again little brother, seems you are at a small disadvantage with your little group." Rezzira glared at Shirn and the Bael...but now in light, the Bael seemed...different. He stared in amazement before returning his focus, "What the hell are you doing here?" Shirn laughed and sent bolts of dark energy into the air, "Doing? My job, My Lord Ashnard sent me to help Spira's attack, I supplied the creatures of course, as you should know, they always seem to take a liking to me." Rezzira held his blade carefully, set to move at a moments notice, yet Shirn and his Bael remained still, Shirn occasionally would watch Cyrus work his art. "We had an alliance with Ashnard, Shirn." He called, rounding Shirn's attention back to him. Shirn laughed, a cold heartless laugh before replying, "That was until word reached you were alive...your presence is the reason we have come this night." Rezzira shook his head and lowered his blade....as he did Shirn screeched something and his Bael, and surrounding creatures moved in towards Rezzira, as the full pack rounded on him, he muttered..."Astra.." In a dazzling light he sped around the pack, until only the Bael and Shirn remained standing, and Shirn's Bael was injured. Shirn, stared at the blood seeping down his sleeve, "You'll pay, your whole group will perish because of your actions..Aka'Siran his Bael and turned and begun a reatreat, Shirn spun around and sent bolts of dark energy after Rezzira and Vice...

After Azeroth had heard the plan of attack he decided to stay in the potion room and brew a small batch of Holy Burst potion. The batch of the old cureall potion was still brewing, but he decided too change the formula around too make Holy Burst potion instead. He added unicorn hair, dragon scale, and a small bit of phoenix feather he found. I hope they don't get angry at me for using that.

Mixing the ingredients together the potion began to turn golden yellow sort of color. Azeroth found it disgusting, being a creature of darkness he knew the gorgons and Bael wouldn't like it too much either. Quickly he filled many vials with the potion and stuffed them in his cloak pockets. Azeroth ran out of the potion room, and into the fray of the battle. He saw a group of gorgons approching the young archer from behind. Azeroth lobbed one of the potions at them, and it exploded in a flash of glorious light. He wasn't surprised too see that the gorgons had dissolved into grains of sand.

I watched the quick battle, and as my eyes swept over the crowd, I saw something that my eyes remained on. "Vice is in trouble." I murmured to myself, and brought my arrow up.
My eyes widened as I saw someone attack the two, and quickly I shot an arrow at the offender. After that one, I continued to grab and shoot arrows at it and other creatures nearby it. I then took an arrow, grabbed a match and a small packet and placed the arrow in my mouth, and poured some substance on the arrow tip. I then lit it, and it burned brightly before turning an almost white flame, and shot it at the offender.
I then sighed and looked back around the field. "I'm glad that Mentor gave me a packet of Light liquid. It burns dark creatures..." I murmured again, and shot some arrows at Bael before jumping down from my post and into my room.
I placed my arrow down, got something, and left my room. I walked into the hut's small kitchen, opened a few drawers, found the one with knives, and took as many as I could and stuffed them into the pockets in my robes. I then ran outside.
As soon as I got out, an enemy ran at me, but I turned and hit an artery in their arm with one of the knives before continuing. I placed a different knife in my mouth, and ran towards the area Vice and Rezzira were in, but hid nearby, with my bag at side. I had good first aid training, and would tend to them first, once this battle was over...

One of Shirn's bolts of Dark Magic struck Rezzira directly in his left shoulder, which unfortunatly is his dominate side...He dropped to his knees writhing in pain, his Wo Dao, dropped from his hand and landed by his knees. Blood oozed from his scorched wound, he had not experienced an attack of this ferocity since his battle with the Black Knight. In haste, he tore the section of his cloak covering his right arm and tied it around his wound, reaching for his concoction, a Bael charged him, biting into his extended left arm. A swift kick to the head released the Baels grip, yet from the shock of the attack, he had dropped..and broken his vial. quickly he heaved up the Wo Dao with his right arm and struck the creature, vision slightly blurred from a mixture of intense pain and what he thought could well be the Bael's Venom, he continued to fight his way toward Shirn once again. Even if it kills me...Shirn will fall this night...I will ensure it.

Vice continued slashing his way through the slew of monsters. He felt his body tire and his chest grow tight. He turn to see the injured Rezzira charging Shirn. Once he turn to help him he was pulled aside by another dead soldier. He made a swift slice across its chest and watched it turn to dust. "Rezzira, there's too many of them. We may need to retreat!" Vice rushed up by Rezzira and helped to slice down any opposers in his way. Unfortunately, it became harder for him to repeat this with every monster killed. His body was weakening and so were his movements. Damn...I'm getting too old for this...

((by the way, Lyon, you might be interested in the RE RP))

Rezzira...weak...eyes blurred, blood still seeping through his wrap called out to Vice, "How many enterances do we have?" As he yelled to Vice, one soldier, who had already fallen several times charged him with a large Siege Hammer, barely clipping his left forearm. "Come on...my Left has taken enough abuse.." Was all he said before slashing the soldier across the face with his blade, followed by a quick leg sweep and a downward strike through the chest. Shirn, somewhat reatreated laughed and sent more Dark Bolts toward Rezzira and Vice, "You are right...I think we might need to begin to fall back..."

((SO SORRY JIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!I was grounded for a bit, so the rp's updates didn't show on my computer....))

I watched as the two men talked about falling back, and then opened a small pack on my first aid pack. I smiled as I took out two small balls.
"Poisonous gas to Bael, but a smokescreen to all other species...my favorites." I murmured, then through it out into the crowd.
The bombs erupted, and some of the Bael yelped, or screamed, or whatever and jumped back from shock and pain from the poison, and I took the chance to run into the smoke. Since I knew where the men were located, I found them easily.
I then grabbed both of their wrists.
"Come on!" I shouted, and started to run with/drag them back out of the smoke. Once I got them there, I turned to them.
"Let's get to the house, and then I'll take care of you two." I said, and walked forwards again, holding the other two by their wrist's. As we neared the house, hiding from others, I called to the Dragonkin, or Xaviar, to get his attention. "Can you get Azeroth to make Bael antidotes?!" I asked him, half yelling. I then turned to the men and again helped them towards the house, unaware of the fact that they might not recognize me.

I saw the two guys retreat and turned around just in time to hack a bael's head off. "I can't go on much longer!" I shouted, as my armor started to crack.

Nodding, I flew quickly to Azeroth.
"We need bael poison antidotes. That would be right now." I said sternly, going back outside. I unleashed another ice wheel before returning back inside.

I grabbed the two men in front of me, and pushed them through the door of the house with a motion that knocked my headband onto the floor. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I yelled to them. "Get to Azeroth; he'll heal you two!" I then ran back into the battle for allies, and spotted Nero and the man with amnesia. I grabbed them both. "Come on; we're retreating!" I yelled to them and Xaviar. I then pulled the two towards the house as the enemies retreated.

((1) I forgot Mr. Amnesia's name...-_-'. 2) I forgot where Nero was...so sorry if he was on the roof...))

((Don't worry, I'm finding my name out pretty soon))

"What do we do now?" I asked when we got inside "We have a big bunch of Gorgons and Bael plus some crazy guy at our doorstep!".
Two seconds later, my armour fell apart.

((What's with the whole armor part? Tell me that you are wearing clothes underneath...))

I looked to him. "They should be retreating....hold on. I'll be back in a minute." I left the room, and closed the door behind me. I threw a couple of bombs that released poisonous gases into the crowd, and ran inside. Close the windows!" I yelled, and shut one of the ones in the room after stuffing the area beneath the door and then ran out and closed the ones in other rooms that were open, including mine. I walked back into the main room with the others to hear a soft explosion.

Rezzira stayed in his seat, shaking heavily. "I need concoctions made..Azeroth.." He threw two heavily protected pouches; "Just mix the Phoenix Tears and the Healing Herbs with any restorative you have and it should be fine." The injuries are too severe for the concoctions to do a full restoration, but it will be enough for me to return to the fight..Shirn's spell will not heal almost at all, but I'll be ready to return to the fight soon."

"Okay. I'll have these done in a flash" Azeroth ran into the potion room. Okay, mix Phoenix Tears with Healing Herbs...and then add restorative Azeroth was moving as quickly as he could. He then poured what little concoction he was able too make into to small vials, then quickly returned to Vice and Razzira. "Sorry there is only enough for two people." Azeroth handed Vice and Razzira each a concoction.

((By the way is it Razzira? Or Rezzira?))

Vice sat, mending his cuts and scratches. "Razzira...why exactly is Shirn here? We're supposed to be fighting for Daein, not against them." He winced while cleaning a cut. "Damn Gorgons..." "Vice..." "What is it, Nero?" "The monsters, they're leaving." "What?" "Yeah...it looks like they're retreating." "What?" Vice lept up and looked out the window. "So they are..."

((Its Rezzira))

He looked from Vice, then to each in turn until drinking the concoction and standing. "He came...to kill me, I grew up and served in Daein, Ashnard felt me a threat to the throne, and forced me to fight in his Arena's, where I won every match, enraged he sent an elite to fight me, again I succeed. Ashnard "had no choice" but to send the Black Knight himself after my life, wounded and next to death, he said to me, "I, however loyal to the King, would not take the life of another Daein with as much skill as you have, however, you must leave this land, and stay hidden." I took my leave, and found my way to you guys after a few months...and here we are, I am deeply sorry for endangering your lives this night."

"Rezzira, we were going to get attacked anyway." I said and shrugged. I then turned to Vice and Nero, who was near Azeroth.
"I warded them off with the gases. Oh, and Azeroth, thanks for the quick brewing." I then gave him a thumbs up, but was cut off by a yawn.
"I'm guessing that we need to rest a bit. I vote for the uninjured-" I glared at the two sitting men. "-To take turns watching both those two and the house in case of intrusion. I think that I can last a few more hours, so everyone else can go to sleep." I offered, and left the room.
I came back about a minute later with the mattress and blanket from Vice's room, (which was in the next room over). I placed it on the ground and motioned for Vice to get on it.
"There you go. And Rezzira, you can sleep on the couch if you want, or one of us can get your mattress. So, is it a plan?" I asked, looking around. I then flinched at realizing that I was talking to fast, and placed my head in one of my hands, waving everyone else off.
"Sorry about that. I had an adrenaline rush. I'll calm down in a few minutes." I said with an apologetic voice, and sat down in a chair. "So? Is it a plan or not?"

((Sorry if I moved too fast, Jimmy, but I'm a little hyper right now.))

((Of course I am! I don't think this RP (or any other, for that matter) tolerates nudity.))

Sorry, I don't have anything to post (yet).