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Mal is the hell of the world. They use damn, but not as much as “cursed.” They also worship the stars, so Stars is always capitalized. OMS and whatnot. Finally, the big bombs are “blazing” and “scorch, scorching, scorched.”

 

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Linus eyed the collapsed messenger, pursing his lips. He'd probably be fine, just a bit of battle shock. Unless it wasn't. Linus wasn't a doctor; he couldn't tell a broken rib from a dismemberment.

He shifted his eyes to Poliar. Linus was eager to leave, but he knew his place. He was a good soldier, and wouldn't move until his commander said the word. He'd seen too many men die to disobedience to do anything else.

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Here

Name: Yonath

Age: Who knows, he tells you something different every time you ask.

Personality: Asks "Can I?" more than "Should I?"

 

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Wonderful! We now have five people. I can toss in an NPC to make it even.

So... without further ado...

"The Withers are two furlongs out," Ilektchi explained, pacing up and down the line. "Spotted outside a farming village, scared off the townsfolk. Reports from the locals say there's anywhere between two and five and 'a million of 'em.'" He gauged everyone's reactions. "Put simple, we're in for our money's worth for this one."

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Linus snorted. Reports from the locals didn't mean squat. A number that large had to be exaggerated, but he didn't doubt that there would be plenty of the things.

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I assume we have an army? :P Or is this literally a 6 v 2millionish

 

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Yonath placed a dried tona leaf on his tongue, and rubbed it against the roof of his mouth.

"Let's geta goin, boss."

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There is not an army. There are six of us versus however many 'Geists there are.

"Mirtam! You're with me. We'll be running point. Primary objective is to first remove all Withergeists from the town, ward them into the forest, and take care of them there. Yonath, Linus: Keep second behind us. Take any devils that we can't handle. Tarker, Murk: reconnaissance. The place is packed tight enough that you can stick to the rooftops. If we miss something, shout it out." Letch pulled the straps on his pack tight. "According to our resources, there won't be a single Bond out there tonight. It'll be warding and banishment: nothing more. Even so, keep your weapons close and powder closer."'

He cleared his throat one last time. "Any questions?"

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"I don't see why any would be left in town at this point," Letch replied, "but if they are, then prioritize their evacuation."

He left it at that. "Saddle up, men." Ilektchi slung himself onto his mount's saddle, taking the reigns. "We ride now! There are two hours until sunset. We have until then to dispose of the threat!"

@Kvothe the Bloodless @xinoehp512 @Experience @Matrim's Dice @Frustration

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Yonath climbed into his saddle, feeling himself slump slightly. He really needed to stop taking tona leaves right before missions. Even now he felt the urge to take another one, but no, right now he had a job to do.

"Lesh ride bosh." Yonath said.

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Count me in, Fadran, I feel the urge to write. I don't know whose boy Ari should be, but someone take him in as their son, please.

Also... how do the withersquads tie into the coup?

Ari could hardly see over the top of his stack of supplies, much less keep up with the much bigger men in front of him. Let's hope I didn't forget anything... he thought, half-running to keep pace. He'd never been allowed to come with his father before, but thankfully this time, his begging had gotten him a place in the fight. 

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Nerevat watched Yonath warily as he hopped on his saddle. It might have something to do with the leaf he was chewing earlier. Oh well, he thought. Yonath was experienced. He knew what he was doing. "Lead the way captain" Nerevat said.

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Linus sighed. Second again. I want to be recon, almost no one wants to be recon, but I get second every cursed time. Maybe he'd have to put in a word with Poliar. Still, he smiled. He was killing withers, and that was what mattered. At least he wasn't running point.

He saddled up, adjusting his belt and the powder pouches attached to it. Onward he looked, gripping the reigns in one hand and unsheathing his sword with the other, raising it to the sky. "May the Stars shine upon us." The phrase was one he uttered at the beginning of every hunt. It hadn't failed him yet.

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Let's kill some scorching withers! Nerevat thought. Seeing the captain gallop off, Nerevat followed suit. "Yah!" he cried to his horse, cracking the reins, and beginning to run in the direction of Letch. 

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Linus resheathed his sword and gave Prince a light tap, and off they went. The horse had served him better than most of his fellow soldiers ever had, and the two of them had shared a bond ever since Linus had named him. Calling a smaller-than-average warhorse 'Prince' usually earned some eyebrow raises, but if there was ever a horse deserving of the moniker, it was his. 

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On 5/11/2022 at 9:26 AM, Zephrun's Imperium said:

Nyx hummed for a moment once she’d calmed down. Then she realized something. “How did you kn-know I was the prin-princess?”

"You weren't exactly being discreet," Jahr replied dryly. "I-"

He cut off suddenly, frowning. Outside, people were beginning to scream.

1 hour ago, Channelknight Fadran said:

"SHINZOU SASAGEYO!!!!!"

Letch snapped the reigns and spurred the horse off into the distance.

As the group approached the village, they saw a single trail of smoke rising like a beacon into the sky. As they got closer, they began to see evidence of withergeists- dead trees, withered grass. For the moment, however, none of the demons themselves.

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Battle Sequences, Episode I:

Establish the setting

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Chapter 1: Paint a picture

 

Hoofteps thundered and cracked on the gravel, hurling dust through into the wind. The rays of falling sunlight sliced through the haze, scalding golden-orange patches onto the walls, rooftops, and grass. Shadows slashed across the ground, pillared and stretching towards the horizon far behind them. The blaze from the sky pierced against Letch's eyes, but he kept his gaze hard and bent on the village streets.

Not a single withergeist. Of course, they wouldn't be sitting out in the open in the sunlight.Maybe it was nigh impossible to see with the sun in his face, but never was it brighter at day than it was now. The weakest could even die in this light. That much was by design: it narrowed down the 'geists options for escape, making them far more manageable to corral.

"Fan out!" Letch ordered, chopping his hand through the air. "Stay in your groups and get in position! Tarker, Murk: get us eyes!"

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