Two Guys and a Citadel: o Kloye e Frait shin

The Shadow moves towards the Citadel.
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Two Guys and a Citadel: o Kloye e Frait shin

Postby Matty » Fri Jun 16, 2017 3:22 pm

Nathaniel Carridus

Some of their group had chosen to stay awake and patrol that night, preparing for the impending onslaught of trollocs in the morning. Nate was not one of those people, but not because he was lazy - he was absolutely shattered from channelling, and he needed both a hearty meal and a sleep if he was to be any use the following day. Fortunately both of these things could be provided, and Nate ate enough for two men before declaring it was time for him to get some shut-eye.

He did make sure Alrim had something to eat as well, though it wasn't anything like Nate's own portion. The man's excuse was that he'd been channelling, but they both knew he was just a big eater. There was a small cupboard Nate could pilfer to get some sleep - a thin mattress, nothing to write home about, took up all the space on the floor, but Nate would take it. It was along the walls overlooking the north gate, and there was no negotiating, he needed sleep. Nate didn't bother to bathe, he just threw all his clothes into a corner next to his hammer and boots and flopped face first onto the thin pillow, hair spilling around him now it was out of its bun. He was asleep in seconds.

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There was a bell and that was what woke Nate, though it had been ringing for a while. Nate sat up with a grunt, pushing his hair from his vision as he remembered where he was. Ow. He rolled his thick neck in a circle - not a comfy bed. But he felt better for the sleep, apart from the whole impending battle thing. It wasn't the fighting that bothered Nate, it was the number of people here that he cared for that he didn't want to see get into trouble. I'll just have to keep an eye on them Nate told himself as he stood and stretched. He threw the door open to get a look at what was going on, grimacing as his eyes adjusted to the early morning light.

Bells was nearby and he looked tired but ready. Nate gave him a grin, "Mornin'! Did you even sleep? I'd have let you stay in here but it might've been a bit cosy." The Blue looked down, realising he'd just thrown open the door in his smallclothes. With a shrug of his shoulders he grabbed his trousers and pulled them on, getting dressed quickly. "What's the status Bells? Where's the most scum I can blow up?" He paused with his shirt in his hand to look at the sky, adding "it's a storm, a big one. But not the sort that involves rain." It was going to hit soon, he didn't need some bloody bell to tell him that.
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Re: Two Guys and a Citadel: o Kloye e Frait shin

Postby Andy » Sun Jun 18, 2017 1:00 am

It had been a restless night for Alrim, the notion of impending doom had intruded upon his mind far too often for his liking and sleep had eluded him because of it. He had eaten at least, a nice warm bowl of broth that had filled him enough to ease his tired body from the day's skirmishing. Yet as he had wedged him into the corner of the wall next to Brawn's room - his duty to Hadia now done he had defaulted it to his friend - his rough blanket had given him little solace. He had resorted to looking down into the heart of the courtyard, watching the comings and going between fits of slumber.

At some point he had taken the opportunity to properly clean and sharpen his blades, the rhythmic whisk of the whetstone proving to be quite relaxing. He had seen Hadia leave by Gateway and return without anyone additional. That had made him frown as he was smart enough to presume the Aes Sedai had gone to find help. She had returned without any. He had to smile at that, a dark smile. It was not his place to know much but he had a mind and it was telling him that they were well and truly done in.

Such thoughts had spun through his head even before the horde had arrived, horns echoing ahead of them and drawing every defender - trained and just haphazardly armed servant - to the walls, there to meet their fates. The wind whipped his hair and caused his bells to both chime and slap into his face in turns. He wrapped up his cloak and threw it into his corner, it would be of no use now. Just as he surveyed the enemy, noting the flying specks and what he assumed were at least a few Fades, Brawn came out in naught but his underwear.

"Glad to see you're prepared Brawn, you can scare them off and we won't have to fight them eh?" he snorted as he let him dress before answering.

As for his own attire he had managed to get himself a decent set of rough lamellar armour atop medium thickness cloth, bracers bunching the loose fabric at his elbows. It was a one-size fits all affair for Ji'val. He supposed he could ask for specially crafted equipment when he became Gaidin - if he did. His hopes of that were steadily declining as his eyes scanned the Shadow.

"Storm is right Brawn," he responded softly, he felt it too, "arrows first though, I think. Looks like they have a ram for the gate too. I'd say you should probably...blow them up...from here for a while first. Plenty of targets"

"Times like this I wonder what it was I did wrong to have such bad luck," he shook his head, "just try not to make me take another sword" he grinned then, possible death seemed to have a way of making him laugh or cry, he was the jester this time.

As he was speaking the walls were becoming even more packed, archers taking their places. He presumed Lysira would be having some fun this day and as for Riahana he was sure he blade would quench its thirst many times over. As for himself he was sat upon the wall, legs dangling over into the abyss and hands behind him as he leaned back to talk to his giant friend,

"Think it'll start soon, they seem riled up," he span around backwards and landed behind the wall on the balls of his feet, "they're sending cavalry to meet them too. For the Tower?" he hefted his bow and nocked an arrow.

He really couldn't miss for the sea.
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Re: Two Guys and a Citadel: o Kloye e Frait shin

Postby Matty » Mon Jun 19, 2017 2:44 pm

Nate just gave a snort and continued dressing, "scare them off? If I wanted to do that I'd just let them get a look at your ugly mug." He was soon all buttoned up and presentable as an Asha'man, though this meant he wore significantly less armour than anyone else around. Nate wasn't the sort to wear a lot of heavy metal to weigh him down, he was heavy enough as it was and he was pretty sure there wouldn't be anything that would fit him in a pinch. No, Nate did indeed plan on standing back as much as possible and channelling at them.

"I'll be taking out that ram," he promised Bells, "that's my main focus. I won't let that rabble through the gate... no matter what it takes." The Asha'man took his hammer from the room and held it in both hands, and now he was ready. Nate was still young, he had years of experience he needed to bring to the table before he could be considered an Asha'man who could take care of himself, but he was all that they had in the Citadel it would seem. Nate made the best with what he had and if they needed him to be a weapon, then a weapon he would be. Bloody trollocs needed a good roasting anyway. Oh, not to mention the Eyeless as well.

More archers began to line the walls and Nate knew it was time for them to get into position. "See you on the other side Bells," he said with a grimace. "No sword wounds this time, alright? Should be a good day. You, me, the trollocs, what's so bad about that apart from being vastly outnumbered with a lack of resources... oh wait." He gave a wry grin, "let neither of us get any pretty scars, hmm?" With that Bells was nocking an arrow like he knew how to fire it from a bow, and Nate stomped over to get some space, nudging archers aside. "Scuse me, channeller coming through, weapon of mass disruption... thank you kindly..." the giant Asha'man parted the men around him like a rock in water, getting a good look down at the gate below. Ahh yes there was their intended ram.

Arrows were fired from the wall, at some command Nate missed. The Blue looked on as the arrows seemed to just melt into the sea of trollocs - it wasn't going to be enough. Burn it all, it wouldn't be.

Time to sew some chaos. Nate seized Saidin and began to weave threads of Air and Fire, lashing out with lightning and scattering it among the horde below him. Trollocs fell left and right, so many of them that they failed to leave an impression on Nate, who was taking down more of these beasts than anyone else just through his ability to channel. The Blue knew that this wasn't where he was supposed to be fighting, that he needed to sort out that bloody ram, but then the trollocs were throwing their ladders up and there were more of them than Nate was prepared for. They'd come to the wall so quickly, Light! Nate cut at the nearest ladder with Air, but he couldn't reliable see the others. Not from the top, anyway...

Ah well, if now was his time then so be it.

Nate made his way to the next nearest ladder that was resting against the wall, hoisting himself up and looking down at the trollocs climbing their way up. These were sturdy ladders, big and broad for these beasts. They would suit Nate just fine. "Sorry, this one's mine now!" he announced, lashing out with Air to cut the trollocs by the hands. Down they fell, and Nate lowered himself on the ladder. His hammer, he left at the top. Much better. He looked left and right, seeing ladders on either side. Now he was in a perfect position to cut the ladders in half, saving the men at the top from a lot of hassle. Down they fell, trollocs screeching as they landed among their peers, and Nate gave a grunt of satisfaction at seeing the difference he was making.

Of course doing this made Nate quite the target, and it wasn't long before he gained the attention of several Eyeless who had similar ideas about removing ladders from play. Nate realised quite belatedly that perhaps he ought to have tied a rope around his waist and had some men keep a hold of it for this inevitability... well, it was too late for regrets now. Nate did his very best to scuttle back up the big ladder, but he was a bit too far down and when they cut the ladder, well, he was still fondly attached to it.

"Oh bloody ashes," Nate growled as the leaning structure fell flat against the wall, smashing him into it. Miraculously the ladder still held in place - Nate looked up to see that at the top, there were a number of people holding the top, keeping him in place with his piece of ladder. Nate thought on his feet and used Air to hold the ladder against the wall, digging into the stone and wrapping Air around it so he was effectively hooked in. Then he began to make his way up, thick arms trembling with adrenaline and the exertion of it all. There were hands at the top to help haul him over and Nate fell onto his back, breathing heavily and grinning with a thumbs up to the people overhead.

"Need to... get down there... bust that ram." The Asha'man was out of breath but there was no time to rest. He began to haul himself back to his feet, and he was presented with his hammer by a friendly archer.
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Re: Two Guys and a Citadel: o Kloye e Frait shin

Postby Andy » Sun Jun 25, 2017 6:04 am

It was a monstrous beast, the sea, roiling and baying at the walls. Rushing in, hitting the impenetrable stone only to ripple back and redouble its inhuman efforts. Blackness, endless blackness and with it the sound. The thumping of metal and wood and hoof. It was almost overpowering, the rhythmic noise of one, giant heart beat. If he hadn't been so repelled he might have thought it to be enchanting, minus the bestial punctuations of course. As it was he was scowling down in hatred, as if his very bones desired to rip the beasts to shreds. Tired he was but he had not forgotten who had ripped his family from him.

The last Farshera, all culled by the Shadow. Come and try to cut me down and feel my vengeance his mind darkened, filling itself with unfamiliar loathing. His usual light spirit was gone momentarily and there were no friends to bring him back to himself, no loves to anchor himself to.

Instead there was only the coldness of the ko'di, the Oneness that he had finally -after much effort and many failures - mastered enough to fight with, though it tired him beyond measure. He was not sure how long he could fight after such little sleep and injuries already sustains but he would do what he could. His arrows were let loose, one after the other, not so much picking his targets at first as just trying to butcher as many as possible, as quickly as possible. Eventually he was able to pick out the Fades, more than he had hoped but perhaps not enough to overwhelm them if they were lucky. He shifted his aim and tried to bring them down. At least when his arrows missed he still killed Trollocs and he saw at least one Fade fall, an arrow through his skull.

"Eye for an eye" he smiled grimly as what seemed like only a handful of Trollocs amongst the horde fell and screamed.

Then came the ladders and grappling hooks, the shouts of the defenders alerting each other in related messages to make ready for combat and to give no ground or quarter. Flimsy words but they rallied the men and caused them to rail against death. His eye scanned the walls as he leant over to get a good look at where they were landing first, first left and then right and he saw some already in place, Trollocs falling from them already as......what in the name of the Creator was Brawn doing??! There was no mistaking that it was Brawn, the figure was too large and he would recognise the idiot from miles away.

Climbing DOWN the ladder? I told you to- his thoughts gave way and the Onesness trembled with his incredulity and fear before he fed them into the flames and once more a form of serenity returned. He resigned himself to having a chat with the man when he got to him, possibly opening with a thump to his thick skull.

It was as he stalked in Brawn's direction along the wall that the grapplers came and the dull thudding of wooden ladders slammed into the wall beside him. The call went up and axes were pulled out to hack at rope and wood - the former more successful.

"Wait! Hold your blades until the things are on them or there's no point!" he snatched an axe from one, younger than he was by the look of it but his words were heeded and their Shienarian leader, whatever the rank was Alrim didn't know, nodded curtly and looked over the chasm to note the progress of the Trollocs.

That was for the grapplers at least, the heavy wooden ladders were still being chopped, partly out of fear and partly because it might have taken two men a score of minutes to hack the hooks away and push the ladder back. Alrim breathed deeply, a sigh at the fact he was caught where he was, far from those he cared about most excluding one. He wondered, briefly, whether Fiona and Paks were safe. Whether Alric was enjoying a book in some dusty corner somewhere. He fired the last of his arrows at random before putting aside his bow.

"Brawn, you better be alive after this" he muttered.

Drawing his sword he rolled his shoulders, bells jingling in the wind as he planted himself in front of the centre of three ladders, soldiers surrounding him and whispering to each other. He was not sure if they stood by him because they wanted to or if they figured he would get in the way and die first and thus forestall their own for a moment of two. He didn't care. Wind whipped his hair as he waited what seemed like forever, a painful delay. One ladder further along the wall went clattering down to take another out beside it and a cheer rose up.

The cheer stopped as the horns appeared. His blade flashed forwards to take the head off and the battle for the walls began.
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