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It wasn't about numbers. Soldiers killed or garrisons sacked or military supplies destroyed. It wasn't about grand military victories. It was about sending a message. That the government, the Church, the military could not carry on with their agenda unheeded. That there were still mages free and fighting who would not just be beaten, down trodden, and shut away until they died or were killed. The atrocities being carried out in the camps, in hidden church cellars, in the countryside and city would not be silently tolerated.

Even if 'victory' was out of their reach, they weren't going to go down without a fight.

They worked in small bands, never acting in more numbers of more than ten or fifteen. Quick, stealth attacks that allowed them to strike and melt away back into the shadows before their targets had time to react. Ambush, sabotage, night raids, arson, hit-and-run: these were their modus operandi. Most of them had survived the horrors of the mage camps or experimentation and imprisonment at the hands of the Church. They were the lucky few who had escaped these dark places and, having escaped, they were determined to throw light onto what was going on. Draw attention. Send a message.

This can't go on.

Constance Carwick, sometimes called Olive, was one of these mages. Born noble, the privileged daughter of a duke, she'd now survived two separate camps before finally escaping in the uprising that had consumed the second. The memory of the bodies of those who did not make it out haunted every step she took. Fleeing Connlaoth to eek out a life somewhere else, somewhere safe, was simply not an option. People might want to forget the civil war in the land, pretend it wasn't happening or that it was oven, but it was vital that they remember. The countless dead left in the wake of the Grand Duke's campaign against mages, the countless more still trapped inside the camps, had no voices. No one wanted to hear about the atrocities carried out against a mage. They would change that.

The outpost wasn't a major military operation. It probably didn't house more than fifty soldiers. But it was a piece of the machine, if even a cog. And every strike counted. Hidden in the shadow and gloom of the forest, they worked by the light of the waxing moon. No torches or lanterns were needed. The only fire they would light wouldn't last long before they fled, melting into the shadowed forest. Olive pulled her set of arrows out of the barrel of oil. The outpost barracks were made of wood and situated next to a storehouse of hay and grain for horses, and it hadn't rained in weeks. The whole thing was a tinderbox waiting to go up. The clearing of mud and dirt was large enough that the fire, once started, should be contained, with only the outpost to consume.

The mages were situated on the edge of the forest. There were no Mordecai at this encampment, but it didn't matter. They would not use magic in their attacks; they only would use magic as a last line of defense if they were cornered. It was a matter of principle. Their objections were as human beings, not as mages. And they would not add flame to the fire swirling out of control about the danger of magic. No, they attacked by conventional means. Swift, stealthy, effective... conventional. A knowing look passed between the twelve assembled there, then with a nod, one lit a small torch. That would be enough to light the arrows. Olive lit her first arrow and sent it flying into the storehouse. Eleven arrows flew at the same time, hitting the barracks, the guard post, the stores. They did not pause even a heartbeat before they lit the next round of arrows and sent them flying, then the next, and next again. They storehouse was ablaze, and fire was growing in the barracks by the time all the arrows were spent and the torch in the woods extinguished. One of the mages, a large, burly man lifted the barrel of oil, still half full, and hurled it towards the entrance of the barracks where it burst into a shower of flames.

Time to fly. They would all flee separately, gathering at an agreed upon point away from here so they could not all be captured together if there was a pursuit. Olive remained a moment, retreating a little into the forest, watching the fire blaze, after the others were already gone. One mage always stayed behind just half a beat longer than the rest to verify the success of an attack. But the encampment was ablaze; she felt the soft warmth of it even in the forest. With a grim satisfaction, she turned and fled into the forest.

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OOC: Warning, this post is long and rambly, but I'm working on editingit so um- I'll cross out this text once i'm done 8D
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ok this post is good enough ;_;
sorry kleine for it's specialness D:
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It had bee his first real taste of military life outside of the church, since the haunt of war was all around him by now as the mage camps, although most believed a good idea, were beginning to broil with unrest, and even some- had unfortunate uprisings and more unfortunately- escapes. So it was no surprise when the church was contacted, and then contacted again in hopes to find a solution to this bitter unrest in the north. A lot of the Northern territories were displeased, the armies needing to be dispatched every week in order to quell the midnight raids when they'd happen- and it seemed these mage radicals did not stop at just military posts, but had attacked lesser equipped towns as well.

No one was safe, and this was the constant reminder to the young priest Kentamin Dhelsbar as he clutched onto the silver necklace he wore and slid his fingers across it's smooth surface. Silently, he prayed as he journied North, and it was nearly a weeks travel to get to his assigned military outpost before he found himself finally there... in the Kilanthro's- And it was his first time visiting the mountains as well. Had he more time to enjoy it, he'd find the view beautiful- but there was hardly a moment's reprieve, for the moment he was taken into the post, he was brought in with the military commander's, and got a briefing on what was to be expected of himself as a new addition and also, a non military member, but a ranking fighter of the church. And it turns out, most of his day consisted of simply waiting... and training.

This was a relatively shabby outpost, with barely fifty men, one cook, maybe a dozen horses, and just a few quickly constructed cabins to house black powder, while the rest was constructed hastily out of animal hide, which housed the bunks that to Kentamin thought, were hardly comfortable. But Kentamin's refined life was already being tested during his time at the church- but it still hadn't quite prepared him for this.

THough he knew had he not joined the church so young, he would be in the military now, he still could not push past the fact that these limp cots he had to sleep on did nothing for his back and gave him a headache most of the week. He was barely settling in as he was briefed again on what was expected of him, but the first four days he was there- it seemed they were simply playing a waiting game, for news arrived that a rebel mage group was on the move, they just had no idea where.

They said they had come from further north, which, when he had a moment to contemplate it, Kentamin Dhelsbar had to wonder what sort of person would wish to even navigate through such uncomfortable mountains, for the environment here was wretched, and he found he hated the cold as he bundled up in as many furs as was offered, and as many as his parents would have sent with him. But he supposed nothing could have prepared him for the miserableness of a winter in such a steep mountain bed. The Kilanthros, he already decided, were not for him.

Part of him wondered why the church, of all places, would send someone with his 'experience' to here of all places, but he supposed it seemed as promising as any other place. Though he would have been more delighted to remain nearer to the cities, and thusly, nearer to real civilization. It seemed though, through tacticians, they deduced  that since mordecai numbers were thinning and anyone with a power to thwart mages seemed valuable, that the number ten- and twenty-forth outpost was where he was desired, due to the intel that mages were on the move, and on the move near here. Still, it seemed absurd, why fight int he cold when the cold was already fighting you? But it was reminded to him, most thoroughly through his complaining, that the key here was capturing the enemy and bringing them in for 'retribution'. They wanted to make an example out of those who were trying to make an example out of them; to show them that the people of Angsar had no tolerance for such things, and being someone that could irradicate magics, and even though his powers were hardly polished, Kentamin found himself desirable among the army when resources were quickly waning. So he as as good as the ten and twenty-forth outpost was going to get and even this, to his dismay, had made the Colonel in charge laugh, which hardly helped with Kentamin's soured mood.


Though he saw himself as one not to complain,  at least not over the logic of the use of his powers, but to say he was nervous those first few days in the wind and chill of the mountains would be an understatement. Waiting was always the hardest part, and the young man had very little patience and found himself not the most agreeable of company in the ten- and twenty forth outpost. Though it seemed the men had no trouble putting the boy in his place, and he was left many nights in misery, listening, half awake, to the howl of the winds and wolves.

These living conditions were atrocious! And he was sure to write to his parents about how bleak life was out here, and how he could not wait to return home after he served his country well. Though his mother had sobbed over his departure, Kentamin had been a ball of exictement and nerves, where as now, on his forth, or was it his sixth? night of waiting and not doing very much while he was there but train and pray and wait...
well...

It was wearing on him and kept him on edge, so while he was tossing and turning on his cot fitfully that fateful night, he finally had enough of it and threw off his fur blanket in a huff and sat up, raking his fingers through his unruly curls and sighed. This was truly not the life for him, and he now found himself wishing for the hard, itchy straw bed from the church over this shitty cot any day. Military life was taking it's toll on him, and he hadn't even truly begun it, for he was to be stationed out in this wretched place for the whole year!

Yes, he had been through drills and such, but nothing could prepare him for the bitter night air cutting through the tent flaps, or how bone chilling the wind and wild animal noises could be. It was like living near a grave, the only noises of humans were that from the drills conducted throughout the day, and when the men were more festive at meal time. And Kentamin found himself even then, miserable. Was the slime they fed them truly all they were meant to get? Even the plain wafers of the church were better than this shit!

Kentamin rubbed a hand down his face, pinching his fingers at the bridge of his nose as he worked at the crisps forming over his eyes and groaned. Though it seemed most of the other soldiers sharing his tent were fast asleep, Kentamin still looked around to see if any stirred. But nothing, just the howl of the wind was heard, which sent his teeth chattering before he got up and stoked the fires and returned to his bed post, realizing how dredfully cold it was and was thankful to return tot he meager heat his blanket had maintained in his short absence. But now that the tent was getting warmer, albeit not by much, he realized he had to piss.

Pissing in the arctic was the worst! Drop your drawers and go in the snow made him appalled the first time he heard of it, and in fact, actually made him rather constipated over the idea at first- for he was not used to releasing himself in 'public' in any such way, but it seemed this out post was anything but reforming to what the 'upper class' were used to. Not even a house or bowl to use for excrement! How uncouth! And now that he had to piss again only served to make him angry, especially when he was already frustrated over his lack of sleep- for all week it had been like this, he finding himself only able to procure but a few hours before he was awoken to start another day.... and another day if this pitiful waiting game.

Perhaps it would not be so bad had he the military training before he was brought here, but the church,(a nd his parents), had pampered him rotten; and he was not used to obliging others as much as one would assume a 'priest in training' at the church would have to endure, well... more specifically, a templar in training. But Kentamin was a different stock himself, in that he had youth to work against him. So when it was always said for them to go in pairs, Kentamin bitterly ignored this,for he hadn't resorted to any sort of friendship here, and a piss was a piss, so he saw himself out after bundling thoroughly for his brief trip outside, an action that had managed to awaken one of the elder men in his tent who only laughed at him and turned over in his bed, urging Kentamin to be quick and get back to sleep if he could.

"Your misery only affects the rest of the camp. Remember, kid, you're the new one here, and as fresh meat, you also bring fresh relief. We're all hoping to be able to use you in the battles ahead."

Kentamin snorted at that.
"Battles.." he muttered. "More like waiting for the turkey cakes on Angsar's day."

The elder man only chuckled which was erased the moment Kentamin turned away from him in a huff, throwing open the tent flap and stepping outside into the moonlight and howling wind. It was snowing as the youth stepped out behind a tree and, after the damn wind finally calmed, he found himself finally able to relieve himself. And it couldn't happen a moment sooner, for as he was readjusting his furs to return to his camp, a light pierced into the darkness forcing his attention it's way- and before he knew it, his tent was on fire.

For a long while, the young boy only gaped. It seemed like some sort of dream, and clearly he must have been imagining things, but once the smoke reached his nostrils, he found himself suddenly scrambling and groping about in order to react.

"FIRE! FIRE!" he shouted, fumbling around int he snow in a floundering attempt to put the fire out. And no sooner was he crying it out, the horns were sounded and Kentamin turned, breathing heavily in puffs of white breath away from the tent side to watch in horror as the shop nearest to him suddenly went KABOOM!



The noise was terrible, piercing his ear in an ungodly loud manner that had the boy doubling over and attempting to plug up his ears, though the fire was massive, and even from as far away as he stood, had felt the raw flames and knew, once he opened his eyes and saw the effects, that several of the tents nearby had been completely destroyed- men in cluded, as they had gone up in flames in mere seconds, and the fire, so intense and tall, it left him gaping in fear.
Reality took seconds later to bleat into his head, and soon the young templar was scrambling. Water and snow were called for to put out the flames, and the outposts walls had their four corners lit now in attempts to see how this happened, who could have done it- and as the chaos was raging on around him and he heard the answer

"The mages have attacked!"
Kentamin's eyes instantly shot to the dark, and being just at the edge of the out post, found himself catching a fleeting form disappearing into the woods. And it was here an unnatural rage over took him. All the fire and death behind him seemed to surge through him and propelled him out into the night as he took off charging, and spewing back towards whatever men might hear him (if any at all)-
"The mages! I see them! I see one! I won't let them get away!"

It was his time to shine, and he was NOT about to let this moment go. He had waited too long for this! (even if it had not eve been a week!) So like an eager young hound he tore off, boots cutting into the snow as he followed the shadowed form of Olive, one hand to his sword, with blue eyes cutting forward, cleaving through the trees and glaring at his prey.

"You will pay for what you've done, mage! I will cut you down and you will hang for treason in the name of the church!" his voice barked out, and forward he continued to dash, glaring as some trees broke and more snow would fall over him. But Olive's tracks, he could now see, fresh in the moonlight, as he continued to scramble after her, gaining grounds as white hot breath trailed behind him.
"You will not get away!"
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Olive cursed as she ran. She'd heard the man's shouts and then his heavy footfalls as she ran after her in the forest. She picked up her speed, a hare flying through the forest from her pursuers, and also changed directly, veering away from her planned route. She would have to meet up with the others much later now... with any luck! But at least he was noisy, and there should be no real threat of him sneaking up on her. It wasn't the first time that Olive had been pursued after an attack and she wasn't panicking yet. She was light and swift and was armed.

But she didn't want it to come to a confrontation. With luck, she'd lose him in the chase. And after that, hopefully it'd come to a place where she could get a clear shot at him with the bow or the hand canon strapped to her side. The last time she'd been cornered... Well, it hadn't come down to a clear shot. Olive didn't want to end up in that situation again.

So she ran. At least in the cover of the forest the ground was sheltered from the light snow that had begun to fall. She wouldn't leave tracks behind... And more importantly, neither would the others, she thought, risking a quick glance over her shoulder. She was already being followed. But it seemed only by one, and he was still a ways behind her. The sound of snapping, burning wood and crackling fire was drowning out now. That was a boon: whatever happened, it would be far better if they were out of earshot where the soldier could call for help.

But now she came up to another obstacle. A swift-flowing stream intersected her course and there was no way around it without losing her lead. The water was no doubt icy and that could be a big liability if it came to spending the rest of the night out here. Hypothermia was not the way she wanted to go. She'd spent enough time trying to keep from freezing and keep others from freezing when she was in those awful camps. But then she spotted an old log, thin and weak-looking, spanning the length of the river. She wasn't certain that it would hold her, but she was willing to bet that she was at lest 50 pounds lighter than any soldier. So, crossing her fingers, she leapt awkwardly up onto the branch. It swayed and creaked beneath her weight and she nearly fell off in the middle, but with a careful balancing act, she managed to scamper to the other side.

Of course, she lost precious time in the act and the angry blond man tearing through the forest after her was within sight now and closing in quick. Pausing just a moment to consider her options, Olive kicked the log, causing it to crash into the icy water below, then took off again into the forest.

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Kentmain slid to a halt, the grasses and reeds being much more slick nearer to the river as he watched, through angered puffs of white breath, the mage fiend break his only means to chase her. And he growled more hotly through his breath and drew his sword, pointing it at her as he howled beneath the moon light.
"Don't think you're so cunning, mage!" he barked. "I will have you and make an example out of you yet!" The only problem now as finding a damn way across the rivers, and as his boots tested the ice he was making a face at the uncertain probability that he could actually make his way across without the river's ice breaking on him, and he paused as he heard the ice crackling beneath his boots, and took a few sloshing steps back towards land, gritting his teeth as he realized some of the icy waters had, in fact, seeped into his boots.
This mage would pay!
He just had to figure out how!
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Spotting a broad copse of broad oaks, Olive threw herself into the shelter of the closely growing trees. She'd heard the cursing of the soldier, as she assumed him to be, and was betting that if she were going to get any good shot at him, it would be now while he stood seething on the opposite bank. Saving the hand canon for a more desperate situation, she drew one of the arrows that had not been dowsed in oil and fire and set it to the bow, drawing it taut, hidden behind the trees. She glanced quickly around the tree to see where Kentamin was and saw him quickly withdraw his boot from the river. Baby. Then she appeared in a space between the trees for just long enough to fire an arrow at him. Then she quickly jumped back behind one of the trunks, fitting another arrow.

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An arrow suddenly hissed by, grazing the white, embroidered hood he wore, symbolizing him as a knight templar- and with that, a shock wave snaked through him, electrifying his mind as he let out a cry.
"You could have taken off my head!" he shouted indignantly, angrily pointing his blessed sword in her direction. "Dare you try to kill a Templar, sacred knight of the church?" his voice echoed angrily across the river. "Try this and Angsar will damn your very soul!" Not that he truly believed this mage had any chance at redemption as he seethed angrily and bit his words through puffs of white breath and gritting teeth.
"Do not think yourself so clever, for not even a river of ice can save you!" and he'd prove it by crossing it! Clearly Angsar would bless his pass, and soon, his boots were storming across the very river, even as it groaned and threatened to crack beneath his path, thgugh what kept the knight going was blind stupity, and blinde rage, as he hugged onto his silver necklace and chanted a prayer to Angsar to allow him passage, despite the dangers lurking just beneath the crinkling cracks of the ice's surface, it seemed, somehow, despite all oddds, his prayers seemed to be heard, for the river remained unyielding, despite it's whines and sudden bursts of cracks. ANd barely did he lose his footing, his eyes, like a storm, raging and solely focusing on the path before him.
This mage would be his!
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Something hardened inside of Olive, twisting in her stomach, when the 'soldier' revealed himself to be a Templar. A pang of anger, betrayal, and memory tightened inside of her. Templar. But she gritted her teeth, and called back to the man.

"It's not a game; I was trying to take off your head!" What an idiot. "Your Angsar has already damned me; but mine will look harder at your soul, Templar!"

Then she heard the groan of the ice as he stepped onto the thin, weak ice covering the river. He really [i[was[/i] an idiot. The ice cover of a swift river like this was never strong enough to old someone. Not to mention that it was already broken where the log had crashed into it! Well, she thought, let's see if we can speed up his plunge. Sounds like the boy could use some cold water to make him wake up to reality anyway.

So once Kentamin was a few feet onto the tenuous ice, she fired the second arrow at him. Even if it didn't hit him, she hoped if he startled or moved to avoid it, the  rapid movement would break the ice beneath him.

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Hearing her words only grated on his nerves and fueled his fire, and the fact it was a girl made this chase even worse as he growled, hands clenching into fists.
"And you will pay for that very much! Don't think that being a woman will save you! I will have your head on a stick if that's what Angsar demands!" he shouted, still storming across the river in a fury, though when her second arrow came at him, it was actually a little low and jumped to a skid across the ice right before his boots, which scared the crap out of the templar, making him dance, and a heavy dance it was, for his boots were applying too much pressure too quickly, and suddenly, the ice cracked and with a yelp, the boy found himself barely 3/4 way across the river when he suddenly went under, plunging into the freezing water and a layer of crackling ice.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
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Olive couldn't say that she was happy to see the young man disappear under the ice, but she couldn't deny that she was at least relieved. Now, she knew, she should fly through the forest until she'd lost him completely. But something stayed her. Templar. The 'sacred' knights of the Church. Memories of Valinarus flashed through her mind. Of the hope Mercuxio had betrayed her with. She knew she should run, but instead she found herself looking downstream for the next break in the ice.

Olive hesitated a moment, uncertain of her decision. But her bitter memories won out, and she found herself running down to the break in the ice a little down river, fitting another arrow as she ran. He'd have to surface there, and when he did, she'd be ready for him.

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The river was fast and felt like a zillion knives stabbing into his body the moment he plunged beneath the surface. And he hadn't the time to properly get a breath, so while he was floundering int he water, splashing against the icy turrent, his hands would smack desperately into the ice above him, which stung his hands painfully, making him choke ont he very waters that threatened to drown him. And before he knew it, the ice above him split open and he was suddenly gasping for air. But the river was strong, and Kentamin, half blinded when he surfaced in that moment, now had Olive as the poor unfortunate target of his groping hands.

Latching onto her, he had no idea it was even a human he held onto when the river pulled him back in, taking both boy and girl with it into it's icy clutches.
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Olive didn't have time to do anything but gasp when the Templar grabbed her, the arrow from her taut bow shooting wildly into the forest. Then her world turned into a muffled torrent of white and blue as she was swept below the icy waters of the river. At first shock took over and Olive didn't know anything except the all-encompassing cold. It was like she was just an observer of the situation, not actually in it, running out of air and running out of time. This thought made her wits snap back to her and she remembered the wretched thing clutching to her leg, and kicked hard at him. But it was more important first to find a way out, back into the air...

But no openings or cracks in the ice were forthcoming, though Olive's eyes searched desperately for them. Finally, she saw a tree root that had looped under the ice and caught onto it. Difficultly, she pulled herself up to the root, holding tightly onto it, and she lashed out with as much strength as she could, kicking hard at the head of the boy latched onto her. His added weight was not helping. But desperately, she began banging on the ice above them with her free hand. It was useless. She was going to drown under the ice of the river with this pathetic excuse for a knight.

Olive wasn't even entirely aware of what was happening as she pounded on the ice. Her hands started to glow with a warm orange light and the ice was becoming slick under her palms. Her heart leapt into her throat when she realized. She hadn't even...! She felt some fear of the power pang through her, but now was not the time. Crooking her arm around the root, she pressed both hands, glowing hot, against the ceiling of ice above, melting it, weakening it. In seconds, Olive should be able to break through it and escape back into the air above...

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The first attempt to rid herself of Kentamin proved fruitless, but the second one managed to wrangle herself free of him, and the templar found himself rushing away the moment her powers came to fruition. And seconds later, as he was floundering and gulping river water, the ice above him cracked and he was rewarded with air. Though his salvation proved difficult, for his hands slipped and slid all over the ice that surrounded him, and he was coughing out water and gasping for air, allt he while taking more in as he splashed around frantically, the arctic chill kicking his survival instincts into over drive.

He didn't want to die- and surely not here, and all he could think of was hoping to grab onto somethign to pull himself out, but all that was afforded to him was ice and more ice, some of which broke away as he would grip onto it, sending him back into the freezing cold water in a yelp of pain.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

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Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Olive felt the release of the knight dragger her down and weighing against her. She didn't have the time to thank Angsar for the release; instead she used her now free legs to twist around and kick at the ice melted thin from the power of her own hands. Clutching onto the root with her arms, she kicked with all her strength until she felt her leg break through the ice and into the air above. She clutched at the root, pulling herself desperately up and gasping in the freezing cold air. Once she'd filled her lungs, she used the root to pull herself the rest of the way out of the clutches of the river. For the moment, she was still in too severe of shock from the ordeal to feel it, but she knew the cold would set in soon.

Now, she realized, the cold was her more dangerous enemy. Not the Templar. Already her slight body was shaking like a leaf. She stayed there, hunched on the river bank, for several moments while trying to regain her composure. In the bleary distance, she saw Kentamin surface only to be dragged back into the river. A cold anger clenched in her stomach. She wanted to kill him; but not now. The river would do that. And if not the river, than the night, the winter.

The same things that may very well kill her tonight. She needed to move, but she couldn't quite make herself.

But the two young people weren't the only eyes in the forest that night. A fox had been drawn from its winter den by the din of the mage and knight in the river. It had no love of the soldiers, who came into the forest and cleared away trees and hunted the birds and beasts. And this mageling, he'd seen with another. One that he knew. One that could speak with beasts. The creature watched impassively for a moment, unmoved by the plight of humans, before finally deciding against the soldier and for the mage, scampered off into the forest.

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Further down stream, Kentamin finally dragged his sorry, freezing, cold and soggy ass from the river. Trembling, his lips were already beginning to pale and icicles forming on the fringes of his clothes and hair. And as he knelt within the snow, he trembled. Though he was not slight like his enemy, he was soaked to the bone and had no idea how to deal with this sort of shock, and remained trembling and just trying to figure out just what happened, while inwardly thankful he was alive. Though when he caught sight of the mage, his voice got caught in his throat, as he tried to bark out a threat towards her, but nothing came out but a sobbing sort of breath as he peered around sheepishly through frantic blue eyes. Blazes, was he ever cold!
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

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Olive's attention slowly focused on Kentamin as he stumbled out of the river and a snarl formed on her features as he choked on his threats. Dead. She wanted the templar dead. She couldn't keep the thought from her sluggish mind. Numbly, she felt in her quiver for an arrow, but she couldn't feel and it took several long moments to finally pull an arrow from the quiver. Still hunched on the bank of the river, it wasn't until she pulled the arrow around to her front that she realized she'd lost her bow in the initial plunge. How had she missed that? Now Olive wasn't sure what to do. Flight or flee. And, with her body now shaking violently, she wasn't sure she could do either. Suddenly she found herself feeling the ground of the bank, still moving sluggishly, until her hand clasped a sharp, heavy stone. If she were thinking more clearly, she would run now, she wouldn't even be thinking of the stone. But anger at the templar, at their whole order, at Mercuxio and the camps, was burning in her stomach.The ice by her was broken. She only had to wait for him to come to her... she was sure she could knock him off his balance and back into the water.

He wouldn't get out again.

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Like Olive, his instincts were to go for his weapon, and inwardly he was cursing himself to find- SHIT. His sword had been swallowed in the river. Glaring over in her direction, and shaking- though it would hve been just from rage had he not been soaked to the bone with icy cold waters, Kentamin began to take a few heavy and uncertain steps her way. Though now he was being smarter and stayed clear of the river bank, he clutched an arm around himself in a feeble way to keep himself warm and finally managed to bark out a command as he crested a hill and advanced on her.
"M-m-m-m-m-m-mage girl! STOP!" and his voice echoed through the snow dusted trees. "By Aa-a-a-a-Angsar's command! You..you.. you... You will be taken in, for for for... for for for.. for... FOR TREASON!"
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The stupid git was smarter than she'd hoped, and Olive swore to herself when Kentamin had the sense to come around the crest rather than along the river bank. She, meanwhile, had yet to move and now had her back against the frozen, icy waters. And that was not where she wanted to be. Still gripping the rock, and still shaking involuntarily from the cold, Olive stood up to defiantly face Kentamin. She clutched the rock hard, until the sharp end of it punctured her skin. She glanced behind her, wondering if the ice of the river would hold her weight - and whether or not she wanted to risk it.

Setting her jaw, she called up at Kentamin, "What? Are you just going to yell threats at me from up there? Are you sure you're a knight? So far you've seemed more like the damsel in distress!"

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Kentamin stopped dead in his tracks at her words and was taken back.
"What!?" his voice squeaked, then his teeth returned to chattering. "Your ff-f-f-foul words harm m-m-me not!" He told her, baring his chattering teeth as he set his brow and took an angered step nearer to her and noticed she clutched something in her hand an instinctively, his hands hoovered over where his ax was tied to his side as he growled.
"What.. what... whatever weapon you have g-g-girl, drop it!" he commanded, frosty words spitting from his mouth.
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao

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Olive's heart sank; her eyes followed his hand to the axe and she knew she was in trouble. The hand cannon was still strapped to her hip, but it would be useless now that it was soaking wet. Not that it would do her much good if he charged her with an axe, anyway... About as much good as the rock. No, she would have to be faster than him now. Silently, she cursed herself for not taking off the moment he fell through the ice.

At least, she thought, she could take some solace from the knowledge that he was just as likely to die tonight (from exposure, if nothing else) as she was.

She only allowed herself once, quick and furtive glance upstream. She'd have to risk it. So she called back up at Kentamin, her voice loud and defiant despite the violent chattering of her teeth. "I'm afraid you'll have to come get it from me if you want it!"

Then she took off, fast as her frozen body, weighed down by her drenched clothing, would carry her. She sprinted upstream, behind a screen of pine trees until she found somewhere where the ice was unbroken. Kentamin had nearly made it across earlier... so surely she could now? Glancing once back to see if Kentamin followed, Olive fled lightly, quickly, but clumsily over the river. She was successful in crossing, but a slip at the end sent her skidding into the opposite bank, momentarily exposed as she struggled to pick herself up from the fall.

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Kentamin skidded to a halt at the bank of the river, staring at the girl and unbelieving she just raced across the river again.
"Are you mad, girl!? Do you have a death wish!?" his voice came out, barking (or more like yelping, fo rhe was so frustrated and cold). "Get back over her or I'll make you regret it!!" And he took one hesitating step onto the ice, before growling and scooping up a broken chunk of the river and throwing it towards her.
"If I have to come over there after you girl, you will regret it!"
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I ran the Connlaothian civil war. For more info, check out it's page here. The war has now turned into a 'Cold War' with it's plotting page found here. It's no longer a huge site wide event but the scars are there.

My currently active characters:
Grand Duke Calent Allarrick // Aella Coleridge // Blaith Harmond // Kella Harmond  // Hope Allarrick // Krah Mordeth // Mehtwald Allaen // Zannrick Austengarde // Katahnia Harmond // Jinai Rinstgate  // Leif Arrant // Dekka Blade  // Kentamin Dhelsbar  // Dahnny Quills  // Victoria Armani  // Ohna Waitsmith  // Jarrett L'isson  // Trest Arristaire  // Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Wilson // Cullen  //  Vels // Shay // Killian  // Fluke  // Mellesta // Danning // Petrin // Gavriella // Dornsley // Miersck // Aelith // Iyla // Angel // Ellarrah // Persea Ah'nikh // Phone // Jace // Ne'friss // Opus Dey // Lord Amalin // Ehvren // Narophne // Edward // Dehzrehn // Chase Vander // Valeska // Jayo //Layana // Rezvek // Red Sun // Harmanaija // Mirajah // Liana // Oska //Hay-gee // Beatrice // Ninn // Dao'bachpa //Pao'orha // Mae'leena // Davishire // Davina// Gemla // Hyathia //Thethysis // Urd // Missendria // Ina-herit // Feni'tat // Phen // Evelyn // Kell // Striker // Ithica // Connor // Vlint // The Gambler // Lord Aegis // Thomas // Quince // Althea // Vaeyna // Ihlsepar Asawa'eht // Krazxick // Djchastese // Katoma // Na'o // Moonlight // Bluesong //Caollette // Artemis // Arrick // Evetta //Jackal // Winston //Lenny // Anphis // Hebara //Ibra // Dre'hn // Veride // Arthund // Kao