originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][u]Knights of Silver[/u][/b]
[u]Chapter One - The Storm[/u]
[u]Rivelria, 9:42 PM[/u]
[spoiler]Open to Royal and Frog, and whoever else wants to hop in.[/spoiler]
[i]Rivelria was a hellhole.[/i]
[i]Alric had begun to move his accompanying army throughout the desert land, the Trayvens amongst him already tired from the constant moving. Rivelria was a nation without cities or any signs of life at all: just sand and the occasional oasis or tree protruding from the depths of the sand. The freezing nighttime winds rushed throughout the steel suits of the following soldiers, yet no matter, they would carry on.[/i]
[i]Mion, meanwhile, would both be missing her previous caretaker, Niki, and yet she had found a new one: a young man, named Oliver, whom was apparently Niki's twin brother. The man had revealed his face for a few times, revealing a youthful texture, yet a calm, almost serious demeanor at that.[/i]
[i]As the Trayven army would settle down for the night, in a clearing within the desert, Alric would find himself approached by another officer: a woman, whom went by Elina.[/i] "Sir."
[i]Meanwhile, as Mion finished up her job as a maid, if anything, she felt a cold tapping on her shoulder. Only to find Oliver, looking down to her, his helmet off as he nodded towards her.[/i] "Hey. You holding up, I hope?"
English
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"W-We're losing," [i]Elina muttered, blood trailing from the side of her face, before she cried out again as she clutched her twisted arm.[/i] "W-What are those things?" [i]The Trayvens had begun to formulate a final retreating phalanx wall, as those whom had begun to fall back had found a parting within the great storm. Those sand warriors whom attacked were severed by polearms and blades almost immediately.[/i]
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"I don't know..." [i]The Witcher mumbled, helping Elina to her feet. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, keeping a weary eye over the warriors.[/i] "We need to perform a retreat. We need a location that is more defendable..." [i]The knight known as Jeremiah swung his great sword in a wide Arc, cutting down four of the warriors in a single blow. [/i]
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[i]Indeed, the Trayven soldiers had begun to retreat, as the great flame that had sparked within the encampment swallowed up those within. Screams were cut short, by the fires of the end, as Elina was silent in the arms of the Witcher. Only to repeat, over and over:[/i] "...We lost. We lost." [spoiler]Fin? I'll get a new post up shortly.[/spoiler]