(RP) SFR: The Age of Reconquista

Joachim d'Remilly

With local healers, as well as those whom he had just met earlier helping the citizens of Toulousa heal and recover, he would be encountered by Leowyne and Fae as he was given a now deceased man his last rites.

Bishop Joachim. If we do not require additional recuperation time after the night, might I suggest we speed up our trip?

"I agree, if these creatures are benefiting themselves with conflict, then we must ensure that we get to Castilla. We will leave early in the morning so we can arrive at the border town of Angoulema by midday."

"Oh! Castilla? You know this man? And you all are traveling over the border?! Oh my how exciting!"

The tone of voice Fae made about the matter disturbed Joachim greatly, as the matter was dreadfully serious, yet he said nothing as she continued to speak, making her request to join their company across the border to Castilla. Even though she had well intentions, he wasn't too sure on how this would be handled, but she appeared to be well skilled in a fight, and there was no denying that she had helped all those people.

"Very well, I welcome your company, but only if Lady Leowyne approves, now if you excuse me, I must continue to see about the people." With that Joachim left the group, tending to the injured and performing last rites on the dying or recently deceased. As he was catering to this business, a young man, a Felidian walked up to him, and asked what was going on, it was there that he explained the situation, or at least as much as can be believed, a group of monsters came and slaughtered as many people here. Were it not for a Gallican Knight and a few mages, the situation would've been much worse.
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Luciana de Tordesillas

As Luciana was moving to catch up with her master, she heard a voice. "Excuse me, what is your purpose here?"

Luciana stopped for a moment and quickly turned around to see a young man talking to her. "My purpose?" She asked the man, noticing his hand resting on his sword. "I'm just a squire serving my king, and defending against a usurper." Luciana looked at the person with caution, and she would bring her hand close to her own sword. "But you should know that, what is your purpose for being here?" The Felidian grasped the handle of her sword, ready to draw if the man attempted to strike at her.
 

Leowyne Grandeeny

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"I agree, if these creatures are benefiting themselves with conflict, then we must ensure that we get to Castilla. We will leave early in the morning so we can arrive at the border town of Angoulema by midday."

Leowyne was relieved to find that the Bishop was as concerned as she was. However, there was still work to do. It was her duty to tend to her best of ability to the wounded. Long nights were nothing new to her, so Leowyne began to undo her gauntlet to help with first aid when Lady Cantigre pipped up upon overhearing their conversation.

"Oh! Castilla? You know this man? And you all are traveling over the border?! Oh my how exciting!"

A slight sinking feeling began to settle in her stomach as Leowyne figured that Fae had subtly suggested to travel together to Castilla. Vesper was one thing, but to Leowyne, Ms Cantigre was just a new associate and they were on a diplomatic trip. The paladin didnt have the heart to ponder on the matter, hoping that Bishop Joachim would be the firm one to reject, but alas, he was as soft hearted. He passed the puck onto Leowyne and any rejection right now would have painted her in a bad light.

"Very well, I welcome your company, but only if Lady Leowyne approves, now if you excuse me, I must continue to see about the people."

Ahem. Well, if Bishop Joachim does not object, then i guess there is no need to disallow it. We shall be departing early in the morning, as per the Bishop's instruction. We are on a tight leash, so do please be on time. I need to tend to the wounded, so unless there is something you need from me, i bid you good night, Ms Cantigre.

With a respectful nod of the head, Leowyne made her way to Vesper to relay the news.

Ms Kasid. A word with you, if you do not mind. Bishop Joachim and I has decided that we must travel with haste. So we shall be departing early in the morning. I suggest you take rest at the inn, as the following days will involve hard traveling of the militaristic kind. I will be here, tending the wounded, if you feel that is unnecessary and require my attention.

Without a pause, Leowyne began making her rounds. There were many wounded, a fair few rather severely, and several deaths. This attack will require answers.
 
Leowyne was all business-like as she relayed the news and was promptly away as soon as she finished. Vesper shrugged, accepting the fact that Leowyne had a job to do as a Paladin in a place with many wounded. Although frustrating, Vesper knew she could do nothing to help with tending to the wounded, so she opted to return to their designated Inn someplace in town. Ambling past the several wounded laying around on the ground, she cleaned up the blood on her forehead as she made for the Inn.

Vesper walked in silence, paying little to no attention to the cacophony of voices from the crowd that had finally mustered the courage to appear on the streets. Her mind was still replaying the earlier battle, its sudden conclusion, and the enigmatic words left behind by the two mysterious strangers. Even as Vesper laid on her room bed, she could not push the thought away, so she continued laying down, pondering the day's events until sleep claimed her.
 
Joachim d’Remilly:

Joachim could hardly get any sleep. Despite helping as many of the wounded as he could, his thoughts were flooded by the vivid images of those two creatures when they rampaged through Toulousa. He would be the first to come off the bed, the sun not even up as he began to gather his things together and get a carriage ready for travel. Joachim only hopes that they can get to Castilla in time. “Oh, how long must I wait?” He said to himself, starting to get impatient.

A few of the guards were around the caravan, serving as escort for the carriage until they reach the outskirts of the city. From that point on, each of the members of the party would then see about their own safety as well as the safety of their fellow man. Although the creatures around were just woodland creatures, there was still the persistent threat of banditry along the roads, which made Joachim annoyed, since they have no better to do than to prey on the lives and material possessions of others. Still, for the safety of the kingdom, he will do as he must.
 

Leowyne Grandeeny


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Leowyne couldn't really say that she had a good night of sleep. After she had made sure she had done as much as she could and that the town's authority has properly organised the relief effort, the Paladin shuffled off towards the Inn to rest up. The short hours stretched on and on. Leowyne kept waking up intermittently. Each and every single word that sorceress said was etched into her mind. She felt ashamed that their provocation stayed within her mind. Just before the sun began to rise, Leowyne had little sleep and rather than try and go back to bed, she geared up and made a few rounds around town. It was quiet, almost as if last night never happened. Upon approaching back towards the meeting point, where there was a small contingent of guards and her companions. Joachim, Ms Cantigre and Ms Kasid all were also up and after a rudimentary check of gear and quick head count, the group was off. While there were a large wagon for their luggages and for companions, Leowyne had swapped out her own wagon for a strong stallion from the Toulousa Templar branch stable, using it to keep ahead with the lead elements of the group. Despite the Lord's good rule, bandits were still present across the countryside. Should any be foolish enough to attack them even with Leowyne displaying herself as a Templar so blatantly as a deterrent, then they should be prepared for nothing less than death. Their mission was too important for it to be foiled by mere opportunists.
 
Versus decided to follow the group. He didn't know why, but he felt that he needed to. He generally drifted alongside them or just lurked behind. He had sent his assistant back to the outpost to heed the news. Perhaps this would be the revival of the great Verdus for once and all.
 
OOC: Long awaited post, It's short but I hope it's something to get us started.

Luciana de Tordesillas & Rodrigo de Cea

One of the guards ran up to Rodrigo as he was making his rounds. "Sir, Sir, we spotted the enemy just outside the walls."

"What? Get everyone together, tell them to prepare for battle." Rodrigo ordered, and the soldier complied, beginning to tell others to go to battle. The news would spread like wildfire, and soon it would be told to both Luciana and Ryo. "Vamos, tenemos que ir al campo de batalla!" (Come on, we must move to the battlefield!) Luciana told the person she was talking to earlier before moving to meet up with her master Rodrigo by the town walls. As Luciana began climbing up on the scaffolding Rodrigo said, "What in the world?"

Luciana wondered what Rodrigo meant when that was said, and as she moved close to the wooden walls, she would see flags, but the flags were not those of the rival claimant, the flags were pitch black, "Mercenarios?" (Mercenaries?) Rodrigo shrugged, "Perhaps, but I've never seen mercenaries like these before."
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Joachim d'Remilly

The trek to Angoulema was relatively uneventful, perhaps the armed escort made it difficult for bandits to even get close without either getting flayed by swords, pelted by arrows or scorched by magic. The rate at which the carriage was moving, they would soon reach Joachim's home town by midday. "Home sweet home, but we can't wait for too long, we will stop to rest for a moment. After that we will have to cross the border by foot." Joachim said, as the carriage stopped. He had to make sure his advisors would keep him informed of the situation while he was away on a diplomatic mission in favor of the King.
 
"My purpose?"

Ryo released his grip on his sword, it seemed apparent that this woman wasn't an enemy, at least not yet.

"I'm just a soldier in this area, simply making sure no enemies are attacking us, if we assume you are more ally than enemy then-"

Ryo was cut short by a sudden increase in activity, before he could get another word in edgeways the woman had departed, giving chase Ryo kept up a steady pace behind her, following her to where presumably her commanding officer was speaking to her. Not fully understanding their language he caught some english from her commanding officer.

"Mercenaries huh?" Ryo muttered to himself, keeping his eyes out for any attack, presumably a battle was about to begin and it was best he stayed alert. If these two were indeed allies it was best to work together with them, though simply having joint interest in defeating these attackers served as motivation enough to work together with them, for now at least.
 
OOC: Ill skip posting Leowyne since there is nothing constructive i can post with her.



Luis De La Vega

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Sweat trickled down the side of Luis' face. Light danced across his face, but it was not that of the rising sun. That was not for a few hours. Instead, it was that of the fire that was now ravaging the town below. It was quite a big fire as the heat reached even the small hill where he stood, outside the town. His helmet, whilst quite open, had a rather large chain chin strap which made it quite hard to wipe the droplets from his face. Thankfully, his hands were not clad in gauntlet. From behind, one of his riders from his 501st Regiment cam up to his side, the fire reflecting the light off his polished helm.

My Lord, the deed has been done. The village is entirely ablaze and none of the residents will be able to survive the inferno.

Indeed. Dear lieutenant. Do you pity these poor souls? Do you cringe at the smell of burnt flesh and their shrieks that fill the air?

The lieutenant paused for a second, his eyes taking in the scene before him. The a steely gaze and a solid voice, he replied to his commander.

No. Pity and sympathy are obstacles on the path of change. Should this be deemed necessary for my Lord's goals, then what needs to be done will be done.

Excellent. Rally the men. We must depart before the local garrison arrives.

With a few cries, the small detachment of the 501st rallied to their commander and rode off into the almost-sun-rise night. The small town of Canour, on the edge of Valira and Aquitania burned behind their wake, with subtle Valiran items and "evidence" strewn sparsely across the town.

Lieutenant. It is time to stoke the fire that is brewing in Hispania. We shall not be part of the stew, but its chef. Amidst this chaos, we alone shall forge order.
 
Luciana de Tordesillas & Rodrigo de Cea

The situation grew very dire as the "mercenaries" began their march towards the battlefield, exotic weapons in tow. But the strange thing was, they had no siege cannons. The city was walled in wood, and without a battering ram or ladders, or even a skilled mage, it would do the mercenaries no good. Yet they keep pressing onward, as if they were marching to their deaths. Rodrigo began calling for archers, who began filing for positions along the wooden palislade, they began aiming their arrows over at the crowd of mercenaries. Yet they held their fire, even as they came closer and closer. It was only when they started moving their archers into play that Rodrigo ordered them. "All archers, fire!"

The archers began raining down arrows at the mercenaries, their dense formations meaning that many of the soldiers were struck with arrows, however, despite the arrow fire, the soldiers seemed unphased as they were cut down. Rodrigo turned towards Luciana and Ryo, "Come with me, you two, we must not let the enemy into the city center."

Ryo began to head down the ladder, landing on the soft earth below, but something felt off about him. He seemed to tire a little easily, his breath, was noticeably heavier than usual, even though most of the soldiers don't see it that way. Yet, despite Luciana's worries, she would be chastised by her master for worrying about him, she could already imagine that. Instead, Luciana would pay no mind for now, just worrying about doing what she was ordered to do.
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Joachim d'Remilly

It would be another two hours before Joachim would be ready to go, taking time to eat something light and pack the bare essentials. He still wore a traditional bishop's garb, though trading in his usual shoes for something meant for heavy walking and adventuring. The rest of the trek would have to be made on foot as they must cross the Bearn Mountains to the south and hopefully reach the Castillan soil before too many casualties are wrought.

He thought about the situation concerning the Dark Ones, about what he and his allies would have to do to thwart their plans. Even though they wish for more instability in Hipsania, even then that plan seemed a little vague, and it was that that greatly worried him.
 
One of the duller moments of traveling was sitting in a carriage, waiting for arrival at their destination. Vesper was feeling so bored that she resorted to talking to her magical other. She didn't care any more that people may think her a lunatic, but considering there was not a single bandit even bothering to attack them, there was little to no entertainment at all. So she spoke, making one-sided small talk to Vivi about the weather and everything else under the sun, ignoring the reactions that her companions may have had. After some time, the carriage finally stopped. For a moment, Vesper thought they had reached their destination, but when she looked out of the carriage, her heart sank.

"Home sweet home, but we can't wait for too long, we will stop to rest for a moment. After that we will have to cross the border by foot."

Seems like a long way to go. Walking beats sitting in a carriage though, Vesper noted, the physical activity does help make the boredom much more bearable. Meanwhile, she took her cue from Bishop Joachim to eat something light. It was simple plain bread, but it would do for the time being until they made it to their destination. As she ate, she decided to try speaking to Joachim, partly due to boredom, and partly due to curiosity.

"Hey, Your Excellency?" She said, initially opting to push her luck at pretending to be some mere commoner girl, then giving up when she remembered having addressed him formally before. "May I ask, how is it someone as youthful as you is a bishop? I mean no offense, just that my impression of Bishops were... Well, I imagined they were someone much more wrinkly and old."
 
Fae was glad she chose to wear the new sunhat she'd bought just the day before. It matched her dress, which looked an exact replica of the one she ruined. She was glad she got to tag along. Everyone on the travels looked so young, compared to her. She was glad to admit, she didn't look much her own age, but that didn't stop her from attempting to mix up a youth potion, that did nothing more than to give her skin a dewy glow. However she enjoyed the travels; watching the scenes of nature go by from the safety of the carriage. Once, twice, or thrice she'd resisted the urge to pet a grazing deer or to borrow a few rabbit's feet for a potion brew.

She was relieved when they had stopped for a break. Her backside was sore from all of the sitting. She'd went off to the side of the road and stretched, pulling out an apple to snack on. The scene was nice to look at, and she couldn't help but to wonder what ingredients she could use to whip up something powerful. There were some rumors she''d heard about creating mighty storms from some magicked elixir. The thought of that sort of power was something to aspire to. It was rumored Roriks knew how to create such things.

A little down the road she spotted and picked a few wildflowers, a pinch of sand, and a few mushrooms and stored the ingredients in vials. The youngest girl Vesper began to approach the Bishop somewhere not far off and she couldn't help but to listen in. However the girl's question seemed more of a blow to her own confidence than a piece of juicy gossip. Exactly how young is that man? She assumed he was only a few years younger than her. Maybe twenty five, twenty? She looked at her reflection in one of her empty vials. This was the last conversation she wanted to be involved in, so instead she went about the road picking and storing ingredients a good distance behind the two.
 


Leowyne Grandeeny



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Thankfully, the journey was rather uneventful. No one attacked the convoy and they had made good time along the road. That had put Leowyne in a good mood, but the same could not be said for a few of her companions. Vesper was so bored out of her mind that she has resolved to conversing with herself while Lady Cantigre was more than content with just watching the scenery.

"Home sweet home, but we can't wait for too long, we will stop to rest for a moment. After that we will have to cross the border by foot."

Leowyne couldnt help but smile. The bishop was a man on mission so his pure will would support him. However, while looks can be deceiving, Lady Cantigre appeared to her to be everything a wealthy woman would be. Musing to herself, she had to wonder how well she would fare on traversing to the border by foot. Whilst everyone rested and ate, Leowyne overheard a small conversation Vesper tried to start.

"Hey, Your Excellency? May I ask, how is it someone as youthful as you is a bishop? I mean no offense, just that my impression of Bishops were... Well, I imagined they were someone much more wrinkly and old."

It was a question she had heard before upon herself and while she was aware of the Bishop's age, Leowyne saw no use of it as his ability should not be affected by it. Rather than join in, Leowyne moved off outwards and wiled the time away by just looking idly at the scenery. Soon, her pacing took her towards Lady Cantigre. On a whim, Leowyne approached the lady

Ah Lady Cantigre. Enjoying nature's fruit are we? We still have a short while before we depart so excuse me if i am being rude in asking this question. As you may be aware, we will be walking the remaining distance to Castilla and i was wondering if you are fine with it? We will be traveling light and fast... you did not, perchance, bring a good deal of luggage with you?
 
Upon climbing down the ladder, Ryo felt his fatigue set in, his body was never the most well built so he had to use an alternative to keep it going. Taking an energy bar to give him a slight energy boost he calmed his breathing and continued walking towards the battle area. Following Rodrigo towards the City Center he took a hold of the handle of his sword to defend the City Center from the enemy. Calming his energy he waited for the enemy attack, Ryo had to maintain his composure to not look like a burden on everyone else.

Hearing Luciana behind him Ryo kept his exterior energy in check and quickly nibbled on another energy bar before she could get in view of it before hiding it in a pocket. While he was already energised, he'd need a little extra if he was going to fight to this extent.
 
Joachim d'Remilly

Joachim's thoughts were broken when Vesper asked a question. "Hey, Your Excellency?" Joachim looked over at the young woman and smiled, nodding his head for a moment. "Ms. Kasid, what can I do for you?"

"May I ask, how is it someone as youthful as you is a bishop? I mean no offense, just that my impression of Bishops were... Well, I imagined they were someone much more wrinkly and old."

Joachim chuckled at that thought, despite him being 25, he did look a little younger than most. But it did bring up a good point. It's not often that you would see a Bishop that isn't at least over 40 years old. "The Royal laws of the Kingdom of Gallica promote the nobility's say in investiture, the appointments of bishops and abbots. It was my mentor, Bishop Guillheme, who traveled all the way to seat of our Holy Church in Diomedes, to confirm my succession as Bishop of Angoulema upon his passing.

Joachim smiled and nodded, before adding a little quip. "It helps that I'm also Half-Elvean, so we don't age as fast."
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Luciana de Tordesillas and Rodrigo de Cea

Despite the barrage of Arrows, the enemy began banging against the gate. At first it seemed as if it were light knocks that would not deal any damage to the wooden gate, before an eerie silence followed. Some of the soldiers moved up, wearily unnerved at the turn of events, before it would be followed up by a powerful explosion that engulfed the soldiers close to the gates, and caused much of the south wall to collapse, taking many of the archers with them. The enemies in their black armor surged forward and began to attack the hapless knights, some saw their faces, as pitch and dark as the coldest night, almost inhuman in appearance. But neither Luciana nor Rodrigo was unphased by this, the former drawing her sword and running through one of these soldiers with relative ease. Rodrigo instead drew his Javelin, throwing it and hitting one of the soldiers in the eye and into his brain, the last thing he saw before he slumped and bled to death.
 
Now that he mentioned it, Vesper began to pay more attention to his ears. It wasn't obvious before, due mainly to his long hair that concealed his ears. Still, that was less interesting than the ways one could succeed the position of Bishop. It wasn't very apparent to her, considering the fact her family was more involved in magical research than actual politicking. Half the time, she felt, the family was being used by those who seek power. But she had to admit there was little indignation in the continuation; the pride of the family laid in their dedication and persistence in the research of magic and the various ways to channel it.

Looking at Joachim now, she began to wonder if he had wanted to be in this situation that he was in. For Vesper, she could safely say she wanted to be where she was. For Joachim? Will the answer be the same?

As curious as she was to find out, she didn't dare ask, instead, hesitating. Ultimately, he was a Bishop, someone very much higher ranking than she was - and more so now since she was passing off as a commoner. Instead, she shifted her focus on the fact that he was Half-Elvean. "Half-Elvean huh! I have never actually seen an Elvean before," Vesper said, getting more enthusiastic as she spoke, realizing that that she was also curious about this.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but, what's it like to be an Elvean -- I mean, a Half-Elvean?"
 
Fae was caught by surprise by the young soldier's question. She hadn't given the situation much thought.

For a moment she stared back at Leowyne in silence, processing it all, churning the information round and round in her head. "You mean to say there's nobody else to help transport my things? What in the world will I do with my luggage?!" She corked the flask she held with a few grasshoppers.

Yet again, light and fast didn't include twenty three suitcases. "What of clothing! I can't just wear the same dress! I tend to ruin so many of them with dirt or ripping. Oh goodness. There's no way I can carry them all!"

The realization that she would have to part with her new clothing tore her. She should have known this. "Oh dear. I should begin gathering my things!" She frantically pocketed her flask before heading to her piles of luggage. To hell with ingredients! I have to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow.

She began opening up boxes and packages full of black and white dresses nearly identical to each other. This would be a tough elimination process.
 
Leowyne Grandeeny




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Leowyne saw that her question threw Fae off, as evident by the shock on her face. However, the further the conversation went, the more astounded the Paladin got.

"You mean to say there's nobody else to help transport my things? What in the world will I do with my luggage?!"

I'm afraid so.

"What of clothing! I can't just wear the same dress! I tend to ruin so many of them with dirt or ripping. Oh goodness. There's no way I can carry them all!"

Leowyne couldnt say that she could empathise with Fae. After all, her own default clothing consist of her armour and her inner clothing with a few spares in her pack, so she has never had this problem. As a rather materialistic girl, Fae began to stow away her ingredients and instead, began rummaging through her luggage. Still, Leowyne offered her hand.

I understand you have more luggage than others. Mayhaps i can help carry a bit of it for you.......!!!!"

She didnt realise it before, but now that she took a look at the wagon properly, Leowyne say quite a mountain of bags. Bags which Fae was now digging through furiously. Her jaws dropped.

That.... that pile.... cannot be all yours surely, Lady Cantigre?

So shocked was she that Leowyne was left rather speechless at the absurdity of it.
 
Seeing the approaching enemies already being engaged by Luciana and Rodrigo, seeing a larger force rushing his position Ryo withdrew his magic sword. "You don't belong here, it's about time you left" Ryo then switched his grip on his sword to a reverse grip before raising it above his head and plunging it in the ground. Within a few short moments as the opponents closed in an eruption of electrical energy shot forth through the ground, eventually turning into a wave of magic which charged through all the attacking enemies. Once they had all been cleared from his field of view, Ryo put his sword away and tried to catch his breath before anyone noticed.

Turning to face Luciana and Rodrigo he saw the two of them finishing off their opponents and started looking around his general area to make sure there were no ambushers lying in wait.
 
Joachim d'Remilly

"Half-Elvean huh! I have never actually seen an Elvean before,"

Joachim was amazed at Vesper's curiosity towards his race. "Well, there are lots of Elveans living in Gallica. Even our beloved minor King Henri is an Elvean." He said with a laugh, amused a little. "Spend some time in Gallica one day, you will get to learn a lot about our people."

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but, what's it like to be an Elvean -- I mean, a Half-Elvean?"

The next question was a bit interesting, though it wasn't a question that Joachim was able to answer all that well.

"Well...I can't really say. Even as a child I had long hair." Joachim said bluntly, despite it being more of a fib than anything else. "Well, because I'm a son of a Human and Elvean, because of my shorter pointed ears and my height not being as much as that of a normal Elvean, I could probably pass for just another human. So I can't say for..."

"You mean to say there's nobody else to help transport my things? What in the world will I do with my luggage?!"

I'm afraid so.

"What of clothing! I can't just wear the same dress! I tend to ruin so many of them with dirt or ripping. Oh goodness. There's no way I can carry them all!"

The sounds of Fae complaining and Leowyne trying to help distracted him from what he was going to say. As the Bishop began to move over to the back of the carriage to meet them, he would see just how much Fae was carrying, causing his jaw to drop like a rock. "C'est inconcevable! Vous ne pouvez pas réaliser tout cela avec vous." (That's inconcievable! You cannot carry of all of this with you.) Joachim said in a stern tone, before sighing calmly. "If it's anything, I can have the rest of your belongings remain here in Angoulema, while you carry what you need."
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Luciana de Tordesillas & Rodrigo de Cea

The battle commenced between the Castillan defenders and the unknown force, and it seemed that the Castillans were losing, not because of their training, but because of the unorthodox fighting style of the attacking army. They seemed to be attacking their weak spots, the areas that had the least resistance, such as unprotected parts of the body and chainmail. Limbs were cut from the joint, and even people were decapitated as every two Castillan soldiers felled for one of them.

Only the trio of Luciana, Ryo and Rodrigo seemed to hold their own. Luciana drew her blade and thrusted it into one of the enemies skulls. Quickly sidestepping to avoid a downward slash from another enemy soldier, Luciana kicked the man, while pulling the sword from her now deceased opponent, driving the blade into the back of the next target. Rodrigo brought his experience to bear, but he felt his moves being sluggish, not being able to cleanly dodge attacks, and was only able to avoid damage by using his own physical strength to keep his opponents off balance. But the situation was already starting to get dire with each passing second.
 
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