Free the Town! [Closed]

[The Dark Knight]

There was a town, many miles from the former Renovatio stronghold of Nu Jeruxalim, on the brink of utter and complete annihilation. It was overtaken by a mob of bandits. But they were no ordinary bandits, for the blood that coursed through their veins belonged to Rosinder, but the weapons slung across their shoulders had the trademark of Renovatio. These men were traitors to their own kind, and would gladly shoot down a thousand, crippled men if it meant they could fill their belly with food.

Their leader was a man who was warped and twisted by circumstance. He had a face that once might've been handsome, if not for the hideous scars and polyps that tarnished every inch of his flesh. He had a body that once might've been strong, if not for the disease that left it in a state of perpetual ruin. He had eyes that once might've been bright, if they had not been shrouded by hatred and greed. This man was a shadow of what he once was, for instead of fighting alongside his fellows against a common enemy, he donned the uniform of the Renovatio scum and pranced between the two sides of the battlefield.

When the day comes when he must depart from the mortal world, this man would have nowhere to bury his body, for he had no home to welcome him, and no brothers to carry on his legacy.

The townspeople were suffering. If they had been conquered by a tyrant from Renovatio, then they might've surged forward to fight with greater ferocity. But the men who robbed them of everything they owned was one of them. Men who were once boys that grew up beside them, shared in their songs, and dined on the same table they did. They were friends, comrades, and brothers. Now they were enemies, and the townspeople didn't know what to do.

If their own kind could betray them without so much as batting an eye, what hope could they possibly have to overthrow a common enemy?

So they waited, cowed, and whipped into submission by fate's treacherous, mean-spirited hand. The bandits continued to guard the village, while its leader feasted on the harvests the people labored for long, arduous hours to collect. Harvests that had taken them a year, but was rapidly depleting in a matter of days.

[Tiger Lily]

The scene that played out before swirling purple orbs made the female that owned them feel absolutely disgusted. Not only did this remind her of missions she used to be on, but there was something about how the leader of the bandits acted. All smug, the crowed "pig" of the group, the boss that would sit on his arse all day while the pawns did the dirty work. As a mask of pure hatred came to be etched upon normally smooth , emotionless features, her hands curled into fists and energy began to boil around them.

"Oh, if only the team would hurry the hell up..."

Anyone, even knew friends, that really knew those soft vocals could tell that Ker was in a state of mind that had one setting; kill first and fuck asking questions. However, Ker knew better than to rush in alone when being with a squad, so she held back her wave of anger. It was difficult and the urge to kill the bandits as the fat idiot leading only growing more intense as she continued to watch from her place of concealment. What she wouldn't give to watch him coke...dying from the lack of oxygen.

[Confused Objectives]

The towns peoples didn't know what to do, but Kou did, and he would do it without fail. Knowing that if they fucked up the mission would lead to dire consequences, the blonde haired youth found himself interested in the current affairs. Normally he would have sat back and allowed others to do the work, but not this time. This time he personally requested being on the team. His reasons were unknown but they were simple; no one desired to be treated like a dog kin their own house. If there was one thing that made the destrutive Kou show sorrow, this was it, but no one could guess why.

Reasonings aside, the youth found himself appearing in an instant beside the blood thirsty girl. He did not know her name, but the aura being released for the girl told him all he needed to know. She held the same passion as he; two animals waiting to be released from their cages to destroy those who stood against them. If he actually thought about it, he could have suggested for them to go in alone knowing the group of bandits were nothing but a bunch of bullies. Alas Kou was trying to control himself, he wanted to show to himself and the group he could be more than a cold hearted killer. He did have a heart, he just forgot to show it from time to time.

" Try to hold it in a little longer. The time to kill will come soon enough."

The youth simply looked at the town below and waited for the others.

[Shuzoku Eiji]

Amsel would enter, in a somewhat flashier fashion, however, the length of travel demanded such a means. The flapping of mechanical wings could easily be heard, if looked at, black, and white mechanical birds flew down from the sky, and around the two. They would congregate to one small specific area, about three feet from Ker, and Kou, swirling and melding into one another, not long before, would they form into the man that was Amsel. "My, my. The flight from Tia was much longer than expected." His voice was calm, and soft, his own aura was calm, and focused. What would easily set him apart from the others was his appearance. He was dressed in the Tian finery, that seemed to mimic Victorian era clothes. His hair was a metallic silvery white, his eyes a metallic crimson, under his left eyes was a crimson red mark. His skin was unnaturally pale, and at first glance, he could be confused for a vampire.

Amsel would bring those eyes on the other two, their auras and the way they carried themselves spoke volumes, they were ready to kill. He was not one to judge others, and from what he was told, they had a lot of blood lust they wanted to set loose. Much like barely restrained beasts. Amsel figured they would restrain themselves, at least until the mission started. "Good day." He would say, with a light, almost whimsical air about him as he bowed in greeting, leaning lightly on the cane in his right hand. "From the looks of it, I am either very late, or somewhat early." This would be directed at no one in particular, just an outspoken thought flung out into the wind.

The other two were a stark contrast compared to Amsel. The man hardly held the attitude of a soldier, his calm air, and seemingly whimsical attitude, as well as the calm and controlled aura, is what allowed him to fade into the background. It was how he lived in Tia, and how he gathered information. "It's quite a nice day today, I can feel change in the Pattern Spiders Weave." Another outward musing to himself, though it was doubtful many would understand what he was talking about. Those eyes would focus back on the two before him, offering them a small polite smile, before turning them towards the town.

[Tiger Lily]

Ker hated this; waiting for the rest of the team and watching the cruelty of the scene happening before her eyes. However, someone made themselves known, speaking directly to her. Ker wasn't really taken be surprise these days, so, with him just appearing there, she merely looked at him from underneath the hood, his words feeling like a leash on a dog or wild animal. "Trying" to hold back her desire to rip open the flesh of these disgraceful beings was becoming harder to do the longer she waited, but she needed the team. If she didn't go in with the team, no one would be able to stop a blood bath from happening and she honestly didn't want to stain the earth with life liquid...especially innocent life liquid.

"Where are the others? The longer we wait for them the longer these people have to suffer."

Just as she said this, her voice low and deadly be surprisingly soft, another member of their group showed up, more a of casual air then her and the other male. Where they were ready to go, he seemed like the type to hang back and be the easy going person then have a shit load of powerful weapons or tricks up his sleeve. Of course, it would make this all the more fun for her and she wanted to be impressed by what her teammates would do. Sighing heavily, she folded her arms, the hood hiding the expression in her eyes and on her face.

"Watching this go down is making me sick...."

[.:Carme|Nesta:.]

One...two,three...four? The head count was slightly disappointing as she'd assumed she'd be the last to arrive to a good sized group of six or seven but looks could be deceiving, she decides as she lands softly on the souls of her feet from a gentle jump down a large oak tree.
"I managed to run a half sweep of the perimeter to the village posing as a lowly beggar from out of town and counted twenty one or twenty two or so guards total surrounding. A number of the guards seemed to be positioned in a focal point in the center of the village though...probably keeping guard over their leader," she starts out with an all work no play introduction.

It was only moments later that she remembers that perhaps an introductory name would be the polite custom for meeting and working with this new team on this new mission in this new group of like-minded souls. Oh. "I'm Carme."

[sidewalkflowers]

Some how i had managed to find myself here. I had been told to come, so i came. My smile crossing my face the whole walk. to bad i had gotten lost the whole time and then finally i gave up asking the closet tree for directions. it took me two time to get it to speek but it finally pointed me in a direction....sad enough, it was were i just came from. 100 feet to the left on top of a ridge that i had been walking directly under sat the crew of people i needed to speak with. I did not want to walk up the ridge so instead, taking a deep breath, i forced a big oak tree to appear from no were and grow rapidly tall. as it grew i jumped on one of the long branches and rode it up to the edge smiling wide as i stepped softly off of the branch and back down on solid ground. the tree blocked the view of the city , but only for a second as it quickly receded and i waved at the group.

"Nice to meat you all, why you look so glum? Cheer up you all will kill them soon." I said as i stood there then tilted my head turning abruptly to face the town, which was visible once more.

[Diogenese Du'Caiuss]

A sound would emanate from behind the group, it was not the sound of one man but of multiple beings. Diogenes would be at the front of sixteen other figures, each one encased in Black Damascus armor. Each of these armored soldiers gave off a feral aura, their eyes emotionless behind the helmets. Upon closer inspection, the other might see that their armor was beat, some with small dents, other with small holes in the armor. In their left hands would be shields of Damascus akin to those of the Hoplite, in their right hand they held spears. Each spear was Damascus tipped, the pole was made of wood painted black. Sheath and attacked the the left hip peaked the hilt of swords, each one was slightly dinged up, the pommel had small dings in them. The leather of the sheaths even had had small rips in them.

"It seems the leader is a bit lazy."

The scarlet cloaked man would speak, his voice had the Sidhe power to enchant the listener. A scarlet cloak hug from his body, his frame hidden by the folds of the cloth. The small smile could be seen turning the corners of his lips, the hood was cast down allowing his beautiful Sidhe features to be visible. Multicolored hues would look down at the scene bellow as he stood with them, his hand would move to his chin as he began to look at the town contemplating. He would continue to stare down at the scene below, the ghastly squadron behind him standing unnaturally still. The other might begin to notice a stench coming from the sixteen armored beings, the smell of death seemed to be contained with in the small area they stood. A wind strong breeze would cause the Sidhe's cloak rustle about, if the other took notice they would see the man was dressed in Victorian gentleman attire.

"This would be easier if I had been able to bring more, but I will have to use what I've got. Okay, I think the sixteen I've brought can create a distraction, how about you all catch them during that time. If I can gather most of their soldiers attention, then we can try and capture the leader. We should also try to sneak in while their attention is some where else, and my sixteen soldiers can't attract them all. Are any of you willing to become decoys? Of course, I will give each of the decoys some of my soldiers so you won't be alone."

He did not look upon any of them, his eyes where staring down upon the town as if absorbing it. His attitude was rather nonchalant, yet when he spoke it was direct and to the point it all depended on who was willing to take the risk. Then his face seemed to become rather perturbed, then with a raise of his eyebrows he would turn to the group. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Diogenes Du'caiuss Abernathy, a pleasure." The strange man would talk with a smile, he was rather odd though he would give a friendly smile. he would then turn to the scene once more, his brows furrowing for a moment as he began to think.

"Do any of you have long range spells? I have one, though I will have to be with in 200 yards of the town, if another one of you has something similar we can make this easier. I must also say the spell must be a bit over done, it has to be big and loud, not to mention a good amount of damage. They don't seem to be trained rather well, as they seem to be just bandits we will have to make it look like an imposing attack. Their leader will probably run to a place of safety, so at least two of you should sneak in just as the first attack is made, then sneak around and find the leader. Once their attention is towards the places of attack those of you who chose to sneak in should take the chance to capture the leader, or kill him. As for decoys, three others and my self should be fine."

He would look at them waiting for a reply to his questions, and to see if any of them wished to volunteer to sneak in. Though he had spoke of a plan, he wasn't against any one else. Diogenes knew that sending all four in at the same time would be bad, and creating a distraction was the best bet. "We will have to attack certain points, I suggest the entrances and the sides." He would say as a last minute thought, though his plan did seem rather dangerous, it would be better than waging an all out attack, not to mention he had brought extra forces so their chances had improved. "I am also not against any other ideas." He would say quickly, as he would turn back to watch the town below.

[Confused Objectives]

The final member of the team brought the most help of all. Given his abilities, Kou knew what the group of ghastly figures to be even as they appeared before them. He could feel the death in the air. The gloomy feeling might even cause the sensitive soul to shiver in fear, but it only brought a small smile to the face of the youth. With the latest member, he was far more comfortable about the mission at hand. As he listened to the plan, Kou could only wonder why it would be considered a decoy to attack the town head on. He was the type of guy to jump in, get dirty, and think about the little things after the fact. Natually he was the first to offer himself.


"I will take the task of going in first. I have no problem letting someone kill their supposed leader. He doesn't seem like worth killing anyways."

Even as he said his woeds, Kou started to flex his musules and released his aura to allow his energies to flow among the world. The wind seemed to flux around him as if he was a walking steam of gale. Some around him might even hear and feel his unseen powers. The one thing about the wind is that its always there, waiting to be used to end the suffering of others. Kou merely pointed to the town with an extended right hand and said.

"How big of a spell do you want? If you don't mind a little destruction, I have the perfect decoy to draw their attention, although they might just run away if they are not the brave type."

He was prepping his spell even as he asked. If was as if he only asked the question to be proper, but he was going to fire it no matter the answer. His mind was already made. He would unleash his attack when it was ready, even if they were not.

"Oh, the name is Kou."

He figured it was only right to offer it before the battle started.

[The Dark Knight]

The town stirred. A line of sensory devices that dotted the edge of the village picked up on the energy that dispersed across the area. Instantly, the bandit mob mobilized. They may not be soldiers trained and educated in the art of war, but they had something to fight for. These were men who were on the verge of death, who was but a trembling breath away from departing the mortal world. They had lost everything to the war, and now all they had was anger. A deep-seated anger and feverish desire for vengeance. They were loyal to naught but themselves, and only worked together as a cohesive unit to ensure their individual survival. These were men who had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

The sensory devices released a deafening surge of static, and the villagers cupped their ears in terror. An instant later, the town was blanketed in a pitch black shroud of silence and stealth. As the waves traveled over them and attempted to scan for information, Kou would find his ears struck by a cacophonous clang. A man of lesser ilk would buckle at its staggering puissance, and lose consciousness immediately. An experienced and powerful warrior would find that all the information he wanted was cloaked in a thick, electrified web of static. He could attempt to discern through the chaotic mess, but it would take time, effort, and concentration better spent elsewhere.

Men reached for pistols and swords, and in a matter of minutes, the village's borders were fortified. The villagers who remained was gathered and thrown into a weeping heap in the center of town, while torches were lit. The flames glowed like Hellfire, and the bandits who were to guard them had a haunted, desperate look in their eyes.

Some of the men donned camouflage suits, and machines were being rapidly stacked up and stuck into the earth. Trenches were dug, and the remains of the food were piled there, left to rot and decay. In an instant, the village had come back to life. But the people who bustled about were not living, breathing entities with a bright, light-paved future ahead of them; they were leeches, destined to a life of shadows and bloodshed.

Oddly, the leader who had gorged himself on the village's harvests was nowhere to be seen.

[Tiger Lily]

As the last member of their party showed up with an army of his own, the fun was about to begin and Ker smiled, something she rarely did. This rare feature only seemed to grow with the arrival of the last member, his deathly casual air a comfort to her. However, she wasn't there for comfort and within the next second she was following Kou, gearing up for the battle. Her aura turned from dormant to active, the energy in her body flaring to life. Reaching up with the right hand, Ker pushed the hood from her face, letting it fall upon her shoulders as her eyes began to glow a brilliant crimson. Normally, the hood wouldn't have come off at all, but if she were going to work with these people and leave her old life behind, what better way to start than to throw herself out there?

"You can call me Ker...."

With that, she took off as the sound of the alarms rang out, the towns people covering their ears and the bandits moving to bring out their playthings and toys. What really set Ker's blood on fire, however, was the villagers being thrown into the middle of the town, the bandits surrounding them like spiders ready to kill should something go wrong. It was a stupid move on there part, but this would make things more exciting for Ker. She would, probably after the fight, let the villagers beat up on the bandits afterward, but then again...two wrongs didn't make a right. Putting this from her mind, Ker moved away from the others and slowly moved closer to the scene playing out before the group, her cloak dropping to the ground. Seeing as it was dark, she would get to play with the fears of the men.

"Evening Gentlemen. You wouldn't happen to be in the mood to give a lady company...would you?"

Before an answer could be spoken, before any type of recognition at her presence could be made, Ker let the crimson energy erupt from her body in waves, each wave being brighter than the last and almost larger. Soon, the fire from the torches would look dim compared to the glow of the mana coming from her. Once this happened, a single word left her glossed lips and Ker hoped Kou would take this as a signal to send out his spell for the effect of this word wouldn't do anything to her comrades. The effect would only hurt the bandits and she would be just fine with that...more than fine.

"Nova"

The crimson mana did exactly what the word said and exploded with light, the area momentarily engulfed in white. This would only hit the bandits and the villages, but left complete vision to her teammates. She wanted to see this spell that Kou had and she wanted to watch the army that Dio had brought go to work. The party had truly begun and Ker would enjoy every second of it.

[Shuzoku Eiji]

Amsel remained silent, merely watching the things unfold before him. Diogenes brought with him an army, Kou alerted the enemies of their presence, and possibly their exact position. The energy from the others was flaring with their desire to kill. However, Amsel remained quiet, both with his own mood, as well as his own abilities. A leader would be angered by the brash outbursts given by the others, Diogenes' plan would need to be adapted to this situation, the enemy now knew they were there, and were prepared before hand, they would not let go of this town easily. Those metallic red eyes would turn to the others, whimsical and calm, it might make one wonder, if he knew what situation he was in. "Kou, looks like you decided to ring their doorbell."

His voice matched his expression, calm, and whimsical, his voice, soft and polite. It was obvious he was not mocking the man, but he wasn't commending him either. Missions like this needed to be done correctly, otherwise too many villagers could be wounded, or killed. He looked at both Kou and Ker, their blood lust evident. Then, a flash of white light in the direction of the village. Amsel would return to his quiet demeanor once more. He would merely watch this round, overkill was not his way of doing things. "I believe I will let you all take care of this, for now."

[sidewalkflowers]

smiling i walked after kou and ker going into the village were the people stayed. stepping swiftly aside to the right as one of the bandits lunged at me. I giggled as i tripped him, not even breaking my stride. I walked to the center of the town. My movements silent and stealthy even though i was in playing sight . stepping aside to the right once more with a small twirl, dodging the next on comer. i raised my hand high in the air and at the same time trees densely packed, sprung from the ground, surrounded the villagers making a dense protective circle around them. I smiled at my work of art. Not even a small ant could maneuver its way in my tightly placed tree circle.

A single vine grew from the ground its width was almost a foot wide, it grew high enough to out stand the trees i had place to protect the villagers. As it grew i grabbed onto it pulling myself up, so i was now standing on top of it.When it got to the top of the trees i jumped down and slid down a small slide that had been made out vines as well. the slide was a little rough and as i landed at the bottom inside the circle i looked around for any bandits that may try to harm the villagers, any bandits that were also trapped in with the people who need help. "Remind me to not do that again." i said, a smile on my face like always Still glancing around looking for a bandit inside my circle.

[.:Carme|Nesta:.]

Carme took the tail end of the first wave of individuals to enter the village which consisted of a man named Kou, a woman named Ker and another woman with a permanent kodak smile fixed upon her face that remained nameless at the moment. She'd arrived looking the chipper picture-perfect loyalist to the cause of which Carme found a slight relief from all the serious faced tight lipped blood lusting individuals that made up the other 80% of the DV mission's team.

"Nice," she commented on both the small flank of soldiers that the newest and latest arrival to their team had brought and then minutes later to the woman with the plant magic performance.

She too had taken the opportunity the blinding light of nova had given from Ker's spell manipulation, to move past the temporarily blinded bandits further into the towns. Her main objective, find the leader. Once the head of a beast was decapitated, the rest of the body would fall limply dead thereafter. Where had the pathetic twerp run off to? Her thoughts racing as she raised the hood of her floor length hooded black cloak obscuring her body in shadow only to blend into the abandoned street's shadows.

The last lead she'd had was that the leader had holed himself up in the center of town.

[Diogenese Du'Caiuss]

Diogenes would take note of Kou's energy, though he didn't have to look to get insight into how powerful the members of his group were. The smile would fade for a moment, as he notices the movement within the village. The bandits seemed to be well prepared and well armed, and not to mention now alerted to the presence of his fellow team members. It was odd to see bandits so well equipped, they had been prepared for the very start. The situation did not sit well with him, and the increasing bloodthirst of each member was clouding their judgment. He doubted that they would listen now as some of them began to move towards the village, and others had already entered.

"This does not sit well with me, they are prepared more so than I had anticipated."

The words had not been directed to anyone save for himself, his hand tapping his chin as he watched the movement of each member. The leader of the bandits had fled showing his cowardice, but that was not what was unsettling. What came to mind was where did these bandits obtain their equipment, and who had given it to them. His brow would narrow as he contemplated the situation, everything about the situation at hand was odd. The members of his group were moving, then Kou's voice would interrupt his thoughts.

"It would be pointless now, they know of our presence the best thing would be for you to attack inside the village. It seems they are well equipped, not to mention they are are now prepared for an attack. The best thing we can do now is to make sure No one gets killed, and that is up to the individual's abilities. Kou no need for spells now, its time to kick down the door. We have enough men to maintain a good attack force, though I would have preferred to have some more assistance. Listen Kou find a way to get into the village I will try to gain their attention another way."

Diogenes would begin to draw his sword from it's sheath, the black blade poking out from the fold of the cloak. The sword was ghastly in appearance, pitch black with writhing agonized faces swirling upon the both sides of the sword. "Kou, go in first, I will follow I have a plan but I will have to get my subordinates prepared." His voice still held its easy going tone, the situation did not put the Sidhe in any rush, he just had to rely on the other member's ability to improvise while he prepared his attack. A change in the plan was nothing to worry about, but what unsettled him was how well prepared the enemy was.

He would then turn to his soldiers, his eyes gazing at their Damascus armor with unsettling calm. Then he would turn to Amsel, his eyes looking at the man for a moment. "I'd like you to watch the village, find a good place and contact the team if anything out of the ordinary happens." With that he would begin to move, his direction of approach was towards the main entrance of the village. Each of the armored soldiers would begin to move in front of the Sidhe, they would form a phalanx. The armored undead would form four lines, each composed of four armored soldiers with their shields interlocked. Diogenes would move closely behind the formation, knowing full well the effects the wall of soldiers had.

The sound of marching echoed, it would reach those that guarded the main entrance. It was an unsettling sight, these soldiers garbed in Damascus armor from head to toe. Their shields locked together to create a near impenetrable wall, each one protecting the other. Their spears raised showing that they where well armed, just like in the battled before the introduction of long ranged mana guns and the such. The bandits that would look on would realize the difference between them, the eyes that showed through the helmets where dead showing no fear. It was an unsettling sight only coupled by the smell of death, it wafted off of them and drifted towards the gates.

What the bandits would gaze upon was not a wall of men, but a wall of death the aura of fear that exuded off of them was indeed thick. The sound of marching would stop, and they would stand still unnaturally so. There would not be a single movement not even a twitch, their spears and shields would not waver or shake. The Sidhe would smile to himself, he doubted that the bandits were used to seeing armored foes come at them. A swift change in the group of soldiers would be noticeable, their spears would be pointed forward, creating the attack stance. The wall of undead was now ready to march into the village if need be, the movement had been give by mental command of the Sidhe. Now it all depended on the soldiers guarding the gate, this was his distraction, he would rather not utilize his magic yet so he would make them have their own delusions.