Roleplaying the First Resistance

[SiriaCessmera]

Ooc: In this RP thread, I will not be using my main character, Siria Cessmera, but instead her great grandfather. Reasons for this is the fact that the time this battle takes place and the present time the game will take place makes up a difference of about 5000 years. I would encourage all others who RP here to have your character be an ancestor of your main, lest your main is very old or has a long longevity ;) .



The forge flared with satisfaction as more logs were fed to it. Luce watched with some entertainment as a small dwarf repaired Luce's helmet with a hammer that was more half the size of himself. "How can such a small creature wield a hammer with such accuracy?" Luce thought to himself.

"What ye be smilin' at, young elf?" croaked the dwarf between hammer strikes. Luce studdered a bit as he tried to think of an excuse. He knew better than to insult a dwarf, especially when it came to forging.

"I, uh," his eyes darted to the tiny stack of logs in the corner, "I was thinking of home. The sun, the sky, the trees, the laughter and music of friends and family." Luce stared dreamily at the dwarf as he spoke, truly remembering how wonderful 'home' was.

Noticing his stare, the dwarf took a step back and growled, "don't be gettin' no funny ideas, elfin." Waving his hands, Luce chuckled, "no, it's not like that."

"Ye best be keepin' yer wits about ye out there, elf," the dwarf said as he warily handing Luce his helmet. Luce nodded his thanks and left the forge, leaving the dwarf shaking his head in distaste for the absentminded elf.

Skipping through the tunnels, Luce soon arrived in a large, carved out room where a small group of about 200 or so other fighters were fastening on their crude armor. A sense of foolish hope filled the air as Luce witnessed groups of men kneeling in prayer to their gods while others took bets of who would be first to run their sword through Dragoon's heart. A few men were even dueling to try their newly forged swords.

"Question is, will this lot be capable of destroying Dragoon's troops?" said a voice from behind Luce as a hand was placed on his shoulder.

[Edited on 30/12/2003 by SiriaCessmera]

[Cheese_Mouse]

Ooc: Great grandpa... I like that idea. Hmmm...

Ooc/edit: The dragons r asleep! that's y then didn't eat me! ...evil lightie Voronwe...

Feta Provolone felt the breeze in his hair. Above him, the stars glimmered. He looked down off the cliff and kicked a rock off. He waited... and waited... finally a splash. The moon shown bright off the water. He did a final check, looking to his sides, everything seemed to be in place. He secured the frame across his chest, and smiled.

Closing his eyes, he lept off the edge, into a dive. The wind flew across his face, he opened his eyes, and suddenly pulled the ropes on his arms together. Two huge wings, made of cloth and wood, opened from his back and he turned sharply upwards, skimming his feet on the water and gliding into the sky. Up he flew, as high as he could, aimed towards the moon. He leaned backward, and dove again towards the water. He turned back towards the cliff... Uh oh...

He pulled desperately at the ropes, trying to gain enough height to clear the cliff. The one to his left snapped, and wodden support broke with it.

The contraption splintered as it hit the cliff face, and limply, it fell towards the water. Feta and his glider hit the water with a huge splash, and after a few seconds floated to the surface in several pieces.

He rose with the center section of his machine, floating on his back, still strapped in. As he regained conciousness, he coughed the water out of his throat. The elf blinked slowly and looked up into the night sky... "Wow, that was fun..." he said, and coughed roughly.

[Edited on 29/12/2003 by Cheese_Mouse]

[lunket]

OOC: and feta provolone is a cheese, right?=) seriosly, is it?

Edit: this is a roleplay forum, only make remarks if you also have something to add.
DivZero

[Edited on 28/12/2003 by DivZ3r0]

[Cheese_Mouse]

Ooc: yep, 2 kinds of cheeses =)

The elf floated on his back, waiting for someone else to continue the story...

[Edited on 29/12/2003 by Cheese_Mouse]

[Bluenose]

OOC: In the RP story of SoF, Luin is as old as the breaking of the moon :) So me and delta (Eldarion) will be around here. Our story is on the SoF site. However SoF does not exist at this time. So all SoF members in this thread, are not bound by the Guild, unfortunatly im stull stuck with delta..... lol

Anyway, im going to be as bold as to have chat with Luce :) Enjoy!

______________________________________-


Luin had seen the young elf walk into the room, and approached him from behind, gently placing his hand on his shoulder he asked, "Question is, will this lot be capable of destroying Dragoon's troops?".

The young elf Luce turned, and grinned up at the face he knew only too well. It was one of the elders who would be leading the charge against the forces of Dragoon. He was known well in this area of ganareth, along with his counterpart who didnt seem to be with him, which was unusual.

Luce seemed to be thinking of a suitable reponse, the reply took some seconds in arriving. "I feel with the gods on our side, surly one of us can slay the evil beast..."

Luin let a small smile spread across his face on hearing these words. it was the first optimistic remark he had heard in many days, as these were dark times. As dark as he had seen since.....

A large roar interupted his thoughts, he turned towards the noise swiftly, looking for its source....

[Edited on 29/12/2003 by Bluenose]

[VoronweEldalom]

Fëatar ran down the hall looking for his friend. The roar that had reverberated throughout the tunnels had woken the soldiers from their rest, and most were now hurrying to put their equipment on, or looking at one another hesistantly as if they didn't know what to do. They had heard the sounds of the dragons many times since they went into hiding, but rarely this close, and now there was a distinctive rumble in the ground. Dust fell from the ceiling as if something large was approaching.

For months, resistance soldiers had been making successful attacks on groups of trolls and orcs, using the tunnel network to move in secret. But now the greatest concentration of soldiers yet had been gathered, with the intent to critically strike the enemy's army. The suspense in the air was thick as that moment drew nigh.

Fëatar continued to run down the hall, clanking all the way in his armor. He carried two swords, one of which he had to give to Luce the absent-minded. The feeling of a sword in each hand was interesting, Fëatar would have to try it out sometime later.

He soon came to the large gallery that housed the majority of the troops, and spotted Luce right away. The soldiers were arrayed in long ranks now, with a human in somewhat rusted by obviously well crafted armor in the front, standing next to an elf Fëatar recognized as Luin. He skirted into the line behind Luce, handing him his sword, "forgot this?"

Luce turned his head and smiled, but quickly looked forward again. Fëatar rolled his eyes, and also turned forward at attention.

The human in the full armor spoke, "Soldiers, today we fight our largest offensive yet. Even as their army marches across the surface, we will emerge from the tunnel's openings and strike them hard. They know not that we're in this area yet, so calm your fears. We have suprise on our side. May Gothar keep you safe, and may your gods give you strength. Move out!"

No cheer was raised as the end of the speech, but the soliders moved forward with an eerie certainty. They were either going to die or win, and the absolution of the scenario was strangely comforting to Fëatar.

The ranks marched down the tunnels, now empty as all the soldiers had gathered into their units. Soon they came to the tunnel's openings, and as they rushed forward, the mass of insects covering the entrance gave way to let the soldiers through. The sun light was shocking to Fëatar, who had been underground for too long without seeing sky. The warmth was pleasant, and he smiled as he thought of home.

His peace was broken by the sounds of harsh fighting as the first of the ranks hit the enemy, just barely outside the tunnel. They had known we were here.

[Aleta]

A female elf pushed her way through the soldiers crowding one of the tunnels, a blood-stained bandage hastily wrapped around her forehead and covering her left eye. Her other sought out the two figures standing together and she moved as quickly as her legs could carry her, a whip hanging at her hip just above a gash that had obviously not been tended to. Kneeling, the scabbard of her short sword hit the ground with a soft thud.

"I bring news... the eastern outpost has been overrun. There are several squads trying to descend into the tunnels, but so far the traps have been holding them off... but they won't last forever."

As she started to rise, her hurt leg buckled and Luce jumped forward to steady her. Smiling, he supported her somewhat and spoke soothingly "Here, let me help you... that leg needs to be looked at." She smiled back and blushed slightly while Luce led her over to a healer's station as the rest of the warriors prepared for the imminent battle. "Here, help... er, what was your name again?"

"Brenna... Brenna Cessmera..."

[SiriaCessmera]

"Brenna... Brenna Cessmera..."

Luce gave a toothy grin and nodded in thanks, "beautiful name, Brenna." He stared into her eyes for several moments before the soft trickling of a liquid over his hand reminded him that Brenna's open wound was still bleeding profusely. He quickly jumped up and studdered an appology as he quicly began going through piles of numbing slave, jars of water and contained leaches in search of the bandages.

As Luce continued his frantic search, he felt something soft hit him in the back of the head. Whirling around, he noticed Brenna smiling as she threw another roll of bandages at his face.

"Heh, sorry. It's hard to think with such a beautiful image clouding my mind," Luce said as he softly touched his hand on her cheek. Of course this wasn't true, Luce knew he was the most absent minded being in all of Ganareth, but the smile and a hint of a blush was well worth lieing to such a sexy elf.

Luce layed his sword on the ground next to him as he began to carefully bind Brenna's wound, taking great care to apply the right amount of pressure - not to much or her wound would cause her even more irritation and not too little or she would continue to bleed. Before he could finish though, rough hands tore him from Brenna's soft, silky leg, "ground level, Luce, NOW! Your needed for fighting."

"But I'm a healer?" Luce retorted.

"Not anymore. No one's living long enough for you to heal. You have a sword, you know how to use it, now go."

In a daze, Luce sprinted up the tunnel pathway leading to the outside. He became lightheaded with the first breaths of fresh air and probably would have giggled at the pleasant sensation of the sun shinning on his skin if not for the sinking feeling in his stomach.

For the first time in a long while, Luce stepped softly onto grass as he scanned his surroundings. It looked as though utter chaos had taken over the land. Despite it being high noon, much of the land was darkened by shadows of the hordes of insects and birds that had been keeping the alliance informed. From the mouth of the tunnel and beyond were piles of dead carcasses, mostly orc and troll. The wall of Resistance Fighters was about fifty yards from the place Luce stood, as they pushed against the waves of orcs and trolls, slowly gaining ground. In the far distance and darkness, Luce could spy the grand realm of Ysatis and the shadows of winged creatures circling it and flares of fire spouting from their mouths.

Taking a deep breath, Luce reached for his sword, feeling nothing but air. He had left his sword in the healer's tent. A great pain ached in his stomach as the combined nervousness and stench of rotting flesh made him sick. Coming toward him, Luce could see a small group of scrawny orcs that had managed to slip past the resistance.

Luce scanned the ground franticly, looking for a useable weapon among the bodies. Picking off a sheild and flail from a Half-Elf, Luce looked up as one of the orcs dropped dead at his feet. The rest of the orcs turned to concentrate on this new threat as a second orc was cut down. Without thought, Luce spun the flail around, cracking both of the skulls of the remaining two orcs.

"Thank you for your help friend," Luce said to the stranger after the orc bodies had hit the ground.

[Haliit]

The elf looked around him. Corpses littered the ground. The line of fighters stood in front of him. The other archers next to him nervously held their arrows nocked.

"Amandi. We are moving you to another posistion." Amandi nodded and followed the officer. He was led to a small tower overlooking where the orcs were trying to break through the line of resistance fighters. Ten other archers stood on the tower, loosing arrows as quickly as they could. Amandi quickly joined them, sending a rain of arrows down on the orcs. The tower began to shake, and Amandi saw rocks slamming into the tower. Amandi spotted the catapult nearby The tower's base began to tumble, sending Amandi flying towards the ground. He hit hard, feeling the air race out of his lungs. He opened his eyes to see a large troll standing over him. The beast raised its huge club, preparing to drop it down and crush Amandi's skull. Out of nowhere, arrows flew and struck the troll in it's chest and throat. The troll coughed up its black blood and fell backwards. Amandi rose to his feet to see five of the other archers from the tower running towards him.

"More incoming! Turn around!"

Amandi spun around to see five more half-orcs rushing forward. He nocked an arrow and let it fly. It struck on of the orcs in the leg, causing him to trip and fall over. Another arrow dug itself into a second half-orcs sword arm. The other archers released their shots, sending the others to death.

"We need to get back to the rest of the group. The enemy is getting close to breaking through the line."


[Edited on 31/12/2003 by Haliit]

[JudeLaw]

The first arrow was loosed and it caught the orc in the side of the neck. It dropped almost instantly. Without hesitation another arrow was notched and loosed. A second orc dropped. Suddenly the elf on the ground swung his borrowed flail and successfully slayed the final two orcs.

"Thank you for your help friend," came the expression of gratitude from the elf.

"No thanks is needed. We are after all on the same side in this war," came the reply.

A dark elf stepped up into the light of the small clearing. He had black hair, not unusual for his race, and was built tall yet well muscled. It was obvious that this elf was a trained warrior and an expert in several weapons by the variety of exotic weapons that he carried. A metal claw was attached to his left arm and he held a katana in his right. A lajatang was strapped to his back along with the bow he had just used.

"What is your name?" the dark elf asked.

"Luce, a healer in the resistance," came the answer.

"Well Luce, if you are not injured then lead me to your commander. I have some ill news."

The two started off towards the tunnels. Sounds of battle could be heard in the distance. The clank of metal gradually became closer. The two increased their pace with Luce leading on.

"Just a little further," panted Luce. The pace was hard. Suddenly Luce halted, the strange dark elf stopping close behind.

"What is it?" asked the stranger.

"We're trapped," was the reply. Luce pointed ahead and indeed the two were trapped, trapped from the forces under ground. Orcs were patrolling the tunnel entrance. The dark elf seemed to contemplate their situation.

Then suddenly, "Luce do you know how to use a bow?"

"Of course, we are taught to shoot at a very young age."

"Good." With that the stranger handed Luce his own bow and his own quiver of arrows. "I suppose that you will be needing a real weapon if we have to fight. I expect you shall fare better with the bow than that borrowed flail."

"Indeed I shall," came the affirmative reply. "But if I am to fight along side you sir, may I be so bold as to ask a name?"

"Of course. The name is Nkari Slannesh, I am honored to fight beside you Luce."