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4 Cylus 720 | Mathias Blackwood | Storm's Edge
It was early in the morning on the fourth of Cylus when Mathias and the group of volunteers he was traveling with arrived at Storm's Edge and found the situation was far worse than they'd imagined it. Well worse than most of them had imagined it. Mathias had never seen Storm's Edge before the siege that had left it in such a ruined an desperate shape. All he knew of it was that it had been a great fortress- and even that he doubted, and that it had suffered greatly in a recent battle. Based on what the other volunteers traveling with him had said at night across the campfires had lead Mathias to think that the place had been leveled. It was quite the relief to arrive and find the fortress with some manner of structural integrity left... but it was still a sorry sight.

As Mathias's group approached, one of the volunteers hoisted a white sheet as if it were a flag to indicate they'd come in peace. Whether or not the improvised flag had saved them, they were not fired upon as they passed through what remained of the gate into the courtyard where a few other volunteers seemed to be working on various things. Mathias adjusted the gloves over his hands to ensure his mutation was hidden and he turned his head to his horse, Hound, who's reigns he held firmly in his hand. "I probably shouldn't have brought you here." Mathias whispered to his horse before stroking the side of it's main. Hound had always been a calm horse, and arguably a lazy one, so Mathias worried what might happen if danger broke out and he couldn't get the horse to flee... he often struggled to command the horse. "Syl wouldn't have approved if she saw this place." Then Mathias looked around for somewhere he could hitch his horse while one of the more social volunteers went to find a Lightning Knight to inform of their arrival.
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"Well, this lot look more like refugees than 'elp," Vega said, leaning against the wall she was currently working on rebuilding. The red-haired woman was not in any way concerned about getting her hands dirty, or in doing menial tasks so, the wall needed rebuilding and she was working to get it done. It was straightforward enough, all things considered, and it was better than sitting around. Vega couldn't - ever - be bothered with being still and so she was out, working.

"If this is the help what's comin' we're doomed." Vega, ever the optimist, looked over at the latest bunch who were making their way here and she sighed. Well, she supposed, time to go and do the right thing. The woman who walked over to the newest group was tall, just a smidge over six foot, with a long mane of red hair which, frankly, was only barely contained. She didn't so much walk as stomp over, her hand resting easily on the hilt of one of the two swords which she wore ~ the scabbard was well-used and for those who noticed, it seemed to be made from blue crystal.

"Wotcha," she said. As she got closer, the woman could be seen to have pale skin with eyes which swirled in a variety of colours ~ a sure sign of her biqaj heritage. If anyone caught sight of them beneath her wild hair, then Vega's pointed ears told the same. "I'm Vega, one o'the volunteers here." She looked at them and raised an eyebrow. There was a bow slung on her back. Perhaps more surprisingly was the fiddle which hung on the other side to her sword. It was a beautifully crafted antique instrument.

"There's places to hitch up yer horses, an' stuff, over there. The Knights are about. Best thing to do is get yerself settled in quick then get yerself bein' useful." Vega had a golden armband which wrapped around her arm, and her chest had a slight glow to it - indications of her marks for anyone who knew that, of course. She looked at the latest group of recruits and with a typical sense of diplomacy and tact, asked. "So are any of you lot good at anythin' useful, then?"
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The Order of the Andunih had heard of Storm’s Edges need and had responded. Gennadiya had found herself volunteering to help despite her other responsibilities. The young woman had understood that effort would need to be made to hold the enemy at the fortress to help protect the people of Rharne and the other settlements along the river. Healers would be a great help to the Knights in their efforts to rebuild this fortress.

The young woman arrived with the other volunteers. Most were there to help rebuild and depend the Fortress but she was part of small group from the Order. Most of them were blue cloaks, but a few Gold and Grey cloaks had also come to help. Gennadiya slipped down from the mount that had brought her here. She stood there for a moment standing calmly one hand resting on the horse before she set to work. The first thing to do would be get the horse to the stable and then unpack the supplies that had been brought from the order.

Gennadiya was dressed in the leather armor she had purchased during the War of Souls, and she had braided her platinum blond hair into a tight braid that had then been made into bun at the back of her hair. Normally she would have been wearing a wide brimmed hat to protect her skin against the sun. but since they were in Cylus there wasn’t an danger of that. The only other thing of note about her hair was it did seem to give off a faint shimmer. At her side was a beautiful dagger and warfan. She wasn’t silly enough not to come with some defense. Her medical supplies were currently packed on the horse so at this point Genna stood poised and ready.

She could see others stretching from the horse ride as a tall red haired woman walked up to talk with them. The sapphire eyed woman took in the woman’s height. Greater than her own, which wasn’t common among woman, but Genna wasn’t particularly concerned about that. The observant woman did notice that Vega appeared to have some marks based upon the glowing on her arms. Genna titled her head trying to figure out if this woman was actually in charge or just liked to be in charge. The Lysorian woman suspected the latter as she referred to the knights as something separate from herself.

At the woman’s question Genna glanced over at her brothers and sisters, and then spoke up. Her voice strong and clear. “We are healers from the Order of the Adunih. We all have medical and surgical training.” Gennadiya said taking her mount by the bridal.


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4 Cylus 720 | Mathias Blackwood | Storm's Edge
Mathias found himself looking around rather aimlessly to try and figure out where he should hitch Hound until a rather tall woman with hair like fire approached the group of volunteers with rather blunt orders. Mathias grinned. He was glad that someone was here to give direction and that they hadn't wasted time with flowery speeches to encourage the volunteers to give it their all. Put your stuff down and get useful... Mathias could do that. Mathias didn't look too closely at the woman before he'd hitched Hound to the post she'd directed him to so at first he thought she was human but when he returned with his horse stowed away and she’d begun speaking to a woman with almost white hair, he realized that had been a false perception. She had eyes with more color than the majority of the people he saw around them which set her apart and a different shape to her ears confirmed the suspicion but the name of her people eluded Mathias. Not that he'd have brought it up... sober....

When he returned he figured it would behoove him to tell the taller woman with the wild hair what he could do, not that he thought it would be much until the battle came. He waited till one of the volunteers near her was done sharing and then chimed in. He was glad to have caught the end of their words. Knowing there were healers from the Order here made him a little more confident about taking risks.

"My arms aren’t broken so I can try and help with repairs until tonight. I know a little bit of woodworking if that helps? I’m also decent with a bow." Mathias said as he approached
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Yup. They were all gonna die, Vega thought as she looked at them. There was this fella, who wandered off and hitched up his horse without a hello-goodbye or kiss-my-butt, and then there was some bird with armour on which she'd worn for a good while, here and there. But if that armour had seen actual battle, then Vega considered that she'd get herself a job in one of those electrocution lessons where people learned to talk posh. So, hair-in-a-bun-with-armour (who also had a very pretty thing with which to cut up her steak and ale pie, Vega noticed) and me-and-my-horse-we've-got-each-other's-back both spoke. Bun-head spoke, and then horse-lad.

And Vega got irritated.

"Right. Well, first o'all, I got no idea about the healers an' that, love. You'll wanna go talk to the Thunder Priestesses here. They've got their healin' order here, an' I know there some of the Adunih folk, too." She gave a slight smile to the woman. Never irritate the medic, after all. But then, Vega's natural personality won through. "Though, I should point out they've got some right funny ideas here, an' you might be better off knowin' about them first. Before you offend someone or somethin'." She looked at Gennadiya and at Mathias with eyes which swirled equal mixtures blue and red. "Prob'ly the first thing yer gonna want to know is that they think people are rude when, lets say, someone comes up to help them, an' introduces themselves, an' nobody can be arsed to give their name back." She smiled, but there was nothing vaguely amused in it. "Now maybe yer all too importan' or too tired, or too concerned about whether yer arms are workin' or not. But where I come from, when someone gives you their name, it's right polite to just acknowledge it. So I tell you what."

Looking at Gennadiya, first, then Mathias Vega spoke directly to them. "Let me try again. In case you was too busy, or you couldn't hear me all the way up there on yer horse. My names Vega. I'm a volunteer here an' I'm buildin' walls. I've been fightin', an' I'm gonna continue to do that. Now. Since I've given you my name, an' pointed out that I'm a volunteer not a Knight, why don't you go an' find someone important ~ rather than someone actually helpful ~ since that's obviously what yer both lookin' for you pair of soddin' ingrates." She was good and riled up - manners were important to Vega and this pair were just downright rude. So, she turned on her heel, fast, and with one movement she pulled the bow from her back, notched an arrow and embedded it in the post of a gate, just at the edge of her range. She did it as quick as she could and then she turned back to them, the bow gone as quickly - and as skillfully - as it had been brought out.

"That there gate's where you can sod off an' find people who care who you are. In the meantime, I'm jus' gonna keep my sorry ass here, an' get on with actual work with people who've got actual manners. An' don't worry, bow-master," she said to Mathias with a raised eyebrow. "I'm a damn sight better with a sword than a bow, so you won't need to worry about me slowin' you down with yer non-broken arms. I'd wish you a nice trial but you didn't bother givin' me yer names." She was tired, and she was angry, but she'd always be that at these people. "So I'm jus' gonna go get on with menial labour. I hope you find accommodations to yer likin'. "

And with that, Vega turned her back on the ignorant pack of snotrags and got back to building her wall and, within minutes, she'd forget that this bunch of ignorant asshats existed.

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The little man did not make a fuss when they arrived. He'd passed beneath notice, as was so often his way, but did not attempt to hide himself. He wore his cloak because he was cold, and the air was frigid, not because he sought to hide his face. When their meager little party was within the walls of Storm's End, he let it fall back and revealed himself.

Wonder if anyone remembers me?

The little man grunted to himself in amusement and hefted the pack over his shoulder. Escorting, it was called. Not just passing through the Emea with your body, like Crossing, but taking things with you. Tools. Weapons. Clothes. Food. Money. Fucking squirrels, as far as he could tell, but it didn't matter. He needed his blades. All of them. Mathias had been... quite explicit, in telling what was waiting for them at Storm's End. Looking around the blasted and gouged stonework, the Etzori could see it hadn't just been youthful exaggeration.

"Fuck me," he breathed, whisper betraying his gravelly foreign accent. "Weren't fuckin' about when they tried t'get in 'ere..."

He was staring at a hole in the wall large enough to drive a wagon through. But it wasn't the size of it that made him stare. It was the blackened, scorched, almost melted stone around it. Something vast and powerful enough to breath fire hot enough to melt stone had attacked this place. Barely been held back, apparently, but if they returned...

You'll be here. You fucking idiot.

Another grunt, and the little man turned to see the redhead stomp over. Proud and tall and blazing in more ways than hair color. He noted the way she caressed those swords at her hips, and knew at once she was intimate with them. He'd done much the same with Shadow Slayer, nestled at his hip under his cloak... and mayhap Traitor's Claw, at the small of his back. That vicious little sod had always been a favorite of his, but the gladius was his first love, so to speak.

Not counting your fists, of course.

The Etzori listened quietly as the exchange took place. Nothing he needed to be concerned about, save where to find a place to sleep, a place to eat, and the proper places to empty his bowels. Other than that, they'd be allowed a princely period to rest (comparatively) before they set to work. The group started to set off in different directions and he started to-

"Ooop, sorry, sir!"

Kasoria frowned down at the small child that had run across his path. Tottering away like a drunken midget with the words flying over his shoulder as he went. He blinked and saw another boy there. Older and taller and... angrier. Not him. His son. Looking the way he did when he'd had to leave, seasons before. That one last time, promise, never again. Then came betrayal and disaster and slaughter and... fuck, so much he could barely keep track of it all. He blinked again and the boy was gone, in dream and in reality. Running off and laughing and Kasoria felt the echoes of Martyn's laugh in his ears for a moment.

You're not abandoning him, he reminded himself as he made a beeline for Mathias. You're making money for him, like always. A contract's a contract, and these Kinghtly wankers always have some gold laying about.

So the Etzori almost winced when he kept hearing the word "volunteer". Fates, it was enough to make his balls itch. What moron would fight and die for bugger all? Just memory in a song or a mug raised in a toast? What a bloody waste of blood and bones. His eyebrows ratcheted up his head as... Vega, that was it, chewed them out but good for... some reason. He couldn't quite gather what. Not showing enough life? Something like that. Kasoria just blinked owlishly as she spoke and made no comment-

Until she drew, nocked, fired, in about as much time as it took him to breath in.

Fuck. Me. Don't piss that one off... least not when she's got a weapon to hand.

"Quite the man fer makin' friends, aren't yeh?"

He teased Mathias with a smirk as he walked next to him, following the younger man's lead.

"Fired an arrow at me when first we met. Now makin' the lady all warm an' fuckin' fuzzy."

The killer chuckled darkly and let Mathias turn a very similar shade as they walked over to the central keep. He looked up and Fates, there were whole turrets missing.

"Dunno what those armored twats a' got planned fer a defense... but we're gonna need more men if whatever did that comes back..."
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Gennadiya was bit taken back by the woman’s reactions. The sapphire colored eyes watched the red haired woman with her triad. Behind her eyes s and in her mind though Gennadiya cringed at the woman direct comments on her rudeness. She listened to all every word the woman said and didn’t flinch from any of it.

Genna personally thought the red haired woman called Vega was over reacting. Gennadiya was a bit tired from her traveling and that could easily explain her brains failure. Either way Genna has to admit the name has been offered and while Gennadiya has answered the question directly asked to her she had missed the social rules that her mother had taught her.

Genna gaze followed the arrow as it was embedded and then as she turned back and gave them a rather nasty parting shot. Genna turned and looked over at the other victim of the woman’s tongue as she stormed away. She looked over at Mathias raised an eyebrow and said. “I believe we owe her an apology. I am Gennadiya Lyosha.” She said remembering her manners this time.

With quick strides Gennadiya followed after the tall woman. As she came upon the woman she spoke up not sure how she would react to a physical touch. “Excuse me Vega.” Gennadiya called. If she stopped the young woman would stop otherwise she would walk beside her.

“I was rude back there and owe you an apology. My name is Gennadiya Lyosha.” Gennadiya said by way of introduction. “I am sorry. I do appreciate meeting you and your welcome, even if I forgot my name for a moment.” Gennadiya gave Vega a sincere smile. The young woman really did feel bad a while she could think of any number of reasons to be offended by the red headed woman’s response Genna truly did believe in Ymiden’s teachings. So it was that she was sincerely seeking to right the offense she had caused. Gennadiya stayed by the woman to see if there was a response but there wasn’t anything in her air saying the woman had to forgive her. That was the other part. You apologized but didn’t expect anything back. You could hope but it was up to the other person.

“I am glad to meet another volunteer.” Gennadiya commented after a moment. “How long have you been helping here?”

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4 Cylus 720 | Mathias Blackwood | Storm's Edge
As far as first introductions went, Mathias couldn't say he had been having better ones since Cylus began. Yet he seemed to be doing a good job of making decent friends out of those he had rough starts with. Not that he particularly felt compelled to apologize to Vega for forgetting to include his name. She'd asked what he could do and he'd been gone when she said her name so he hadn't known that she'd provided her own. Admittedly he couldn't use that as a defense because it was equally rude of him to have turned and walked off with his horse the moment she told him where to go... but that was what he'd done. He could argue that he was tired of having to handle the beast but what would be the point? If he was a whiner who was too tired to control their horse, he would be no use to them at all and he wanted to be useful. So Mathias accepted that he'd made a bad first impression and when the woman with the very nice hair pulled into a bun beside him suggested that they apologize to her Mathias held out his hand.

"I'm Mathias, I figure I might as well tell you now so we don't have to reintroduce ourselves to each other when we apologize to her." He replied to Genna as Kasoria came up beside him and commented. Mathias nearly jumped again at the sudden appearance of Kasoria- he'd have sworn the bastard was a ghost who just materialized to screw with him if he hadn't been a part of the man's crossing. Kasoria inspired a unique kind of fear and respect that Mathias wasn't used to, but he was glad to think the man would be fighting with them when the danger came. Kas commented on his poor introduction and Mathias' face twisted. "To be fair, you were lurking." Mathias countered.

However he could not deny the impressive feat that the woman who'd scorned them had performed. She'd fired the arrow quickly and accurately. More accurate than Mathis would have if he'd gone for such a move. He didn't even really register what she'd said in the wake of his surprise that she'd fired so suddenly. Mathias looked to Kasoria who he couldn't help but agree with. Storm Edge had seen many better days. "Well if you know more men who would fight, feel free to bring them over as well." Mathias replied before looking back toward Genna who had gone on ahead towards Vega. It wouldn't do for any of them to be mad at each other when the battle came. "I apologize as well, I am Mathias." He said in a somewhat reluctant tone. He wasn't used to apologizing. It was a learned skill.
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Bun-head followed her and Vega stopped stalking off the moment she heard her name. She stopped and turned, one eyebrow arching, "Yeah, what'ssup?" And then the bloody bun-headed woman had to go and be nice about it. Like Vega had feelings or emotions or had been a little bit hurt if she was honest, that people were rude. She shook her head, slightly, "Don't worry about it. I got my father's temper. But my mother's ass, so that's somethin'," if there was any part of her that held a grudge with anyone except said father, Vega had yet to find it. "It's nice to meet ya Gennadiya Lyosha. It's good to see you here. We're gonna need healers." That was something of an understatement.

She glanced at Mathias whose apology was a bit more truculent than Gennadiya's, but Vega had to be fair and admit that she did have a bit of a temper. Now and then. Here and there. And alongside that temper, there was that inability (or unwillingness) to ever speak anything other than the truth how she saw it. "Yeah, forget it, it's fine." Then, however, she gave a slight smile, "it's nice to meet ya both, Gennadiya an' Mathius. An' you too, heya," the last was to the short man with them. "I'm Vega. If we're goin' full an' all that, I'm Vega Lei'nox. We've been here about four trials, now, but my 'usband, he's from Rharne, an' we've fought alongside the Lightning Knights before."

Looking back at Storm's Edge, she gave the place a once-over as she knew they saw it. "The Knights here, they've jus' been involved in a war agains' a necromancer an' an army of undead, an' they're used to battle. They're not messin' around an' they're fightin' for their home, their family." Vega shrugged slightly. "We've been here, on an' off, over the past few arcs, an' I wouldn't go underestimatin' them, that's for sure. But they've taken a batterin', too. Still. Life in the old dog yet, an' whatever."

Thinking about how to explain this, Vega did her best. "There's these creatures called flameborn. Pretty much does what it says on th'packet, you know? It's creatures made out of flame. They can be fought, an' that's a good thing, but they're well hard." She gestured over to where there was an obviously communal area. "There's stuff that can 'elp, so I'm told. Anyhow, it's been them, an' undead, an' the plague. So, it's taken a batterin'. But it's all experience." She gestured to another area, a little over to the left. "That's where those what are so inclined do that whole sparrin' thing. There's trainin' grounds, too, where people can train. I don't know how they do sparrin' I don't do it," she shrugged. "Never was a game to me, fightin', an' I can't pretend to do it." Thinking if there was anything else, she shrugged slightly.

Now that they were closer to her, they might notice that Vega had a constant slight breeze around her, even though the air was still. "So, I'm gonna be finishin' up here an' goin' an' doin' some trainin', if you want I'm happy to do some target practice together," she said to Mathias and also to Gennadiya and the short bloke. "Or some trainin', but like I said, I don't do that sparrin' nonsense." She shrugged. "First though, I gotta finish up this wall. With Bill," Bill, apparently, was a very well-built human who was continuing to work. "Stop pretendin' an' put yer back into it, Bill!" Vega shouted over to him and he waved at her, cheerily.

"So," she said, to the three of them who were here. "Anythin' else?" If they wanted to arrange to meet up, she'd be happy to. But equally, she wasn't mad bothered one way or another.


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Kasoria was very much a "stick to your strengths" kind of person. Considering his business usually ended up in a messy death for the loser, that made sense. Taking stupid risks was just that: stupid, bordering on suicidal. He'd long since understood that his greatest aptitude was in the kind of fighting where you smelled the man you were about to kill. Close enough for him to cough blood and curses on you as he died. Oh, he had his innumerable little knives, secreted in his bracers and on the handy holster across his chest... but anything more than twenty feet away? Definitely not his wheelhouse.

True. But you've never been fighting in a siege before. Well... not on this side of one.

So Kasoria's black eyes swiveled towards the area marked by dummies with targets painted on them. Stuck and gouged countless times... from a distance, by the look of it. He could see the ground in front of them churned up, too. Ground pressed down and made muddy in long, straight tracks... all the way back to where there was a wicker basket filled with arrow. Well. One hardly needed to plaster a sign on it, and this was likely where the woman would go.

Vega Lei'nox. Married to a Knight. Good with a bow. Fucking mouth on her, too.

Kasoria didn't ask permission or question the options given, either. She'd given them all and both. Whatever they wished to do, whether it be menial labor or digging ditches or sparring or archery or just sitting on the wall and watching for the undead or the "fireborn" to appear, they had positions open all over. The Etzori scratched under his chin and weighed up his options. Aye, it would be better to get some practice in with a bow. No matter what was coming for them, the first defense would be made from a distance. There were even a handful of ballistae scattered about the castle; though he could tell from the feverish work crews that only one or two was actually working.

So it'll be good to know which end of a bow to use.

Yet that was not the question he asked to Vega, just as she turned away. Instead, with typical Etzori pragmatism, he croaked out-

"How much we gettin' paid fer this job?"

He didn't add a rank, because she didn't offer one. He didn't look away when she fixed him with a stare. Nor did he look around or flush with shame when a pair of hardworking Knights heard his words and scowled venomously his way. The nerve! The affront! The audacity, to ask for pay when sacred work needed to be done! Kasoria ignored them and kept his eyes on the lady giving orders, issuing commands, because in his experience, those were the people with answers to that kind of question. He didn't even react when he saw Mathia bury his face in one hand, out the corner of his eye. The Raggedy Man just shrugged, backpack over his shoulder clanking briefly.

"Man likes t'know how much he's sellin' 'is life for, ye ken?"
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