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[Pandalisk]

"All beings of this world enter the fade, when your dream your mind travels past the veil and into my world, it is within your dreams that we see of you and your world, many Spirits pity the life you have to lead, the Makers favourites indeed. Did your mother never speak of this?"

He began to ponder the mages question, what could be possibly gained from looking upon his Armour and rotting flesh?

"You acknowledge a difference between Spirits and Daemons,few do, that is respectable, you may proceed Mage.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Aaron pulls himself off the ground and yells "I shall find redemption!" He yelled then he ripped some bandits apart. The rest scattered. He stumbled back to camp and clapsed infront of Xandus.

 

[Jav3lin]

Michael was quick to pull up his bow and string it with an arrow.

"Mage, knight, tend to him!"
Michael yelled, trying his best to sheer his vision and detect any movement within the trees.
"What in the Maker's name attacked you?! This isn't a clan area!"

 

[ImSkeletor]

"Bandits attacked me," said Aaron clutching the soft light green grass around him. "I just took a walk and suddenly I had a arrow go through me." Said with his voice becoming louder. "I killed most of those pieces of crap but a few got away." Aaron finished.

 

[Jav3lin]

Before Michael heard the last of that sentance he had already ran off, bow in hand and arrow stringed across it.

If those scum report back about seeing a possible Warden camp, we'll be up to our necks in Templars by morning!

 

[ImSkeletor]

"Wait!" Aaron yelled. He pushed his hands into the soft grass and pushed up. He limped in Michaels direction. Wan't he made it to the wods he fell to his knees in pain but he kept going. He was not going to let Michael go by himself.

 

[Jav3lin]

As Michael noticed movement ahead, he quickly stopped, released his breath and then his arrow.

As it went swirling through the air, it was met with a loud *thud* and a girlish scream.

Michael ran toward his prey and it was a boy, none older than 17.
"Oh Maker, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, I'm ... we were just ordered to report if we found a camp, I didn't realize we were trying to find a Warden camp!"
The boy cried out, Michael's arrow sticking through his shoulder.

"I am ... so, so sorry"
Michael said as he set his bow on his back again.
"Were there other survivors, tell me now and I will spare you"

"No, it was only me, I swear to the Maker! Now please let me go!"
The boy had pissed himself and was crying out of fear.

"May the Maker watch over your soul and guide your spirit, for when you seek redemption you shall recieve it, and be cleansed of your sins"

The boy screamed loudly and Michael drew his dagger, slicing his throat for a quick death.

After that, Michael tucked his dagger back in his sheathe and walked toward the camp, blood on his hands and sleeves.

 

[ImSkeletor]

When Aaron was just in view of michael he said "You okay Mike?" Then he saw a corpse of a man a bandit, no doubt. I could of sworn there were more. He limps closer to michael slowly due to the pain he is in. Aarons blood soaks nearby grass. Then bandits jumped from the bushes cholding axes and maces.

 

[Jav3lin]

Michael quickly drew his bow and released an arrow. As it clung into one of the bandit's thigh, he quickly pulled out another arrow.

The bandits, figuring Michael was more of a threat than Aaron was, seeing as he was lying in pain, they all went for Michael.

"What on EARTH are you doing here? Those shots could be fa-"
Michael was cut off, the bandits struck at him.
He diverted the blow, using his bow, but cracking it in the process.
Wielding his dagger and sword, he quickly threw dirt into one of the bandit's eyes and swung his sword into his neck.

"Go back to the camp! NOW!"
Michael then kicked the third bandit in the stomach, throwing him off balance as he lost his footing on a tree stump.
Seeing the other two; one with the arrow through his thigh, he thrusted his sword right through the weakpoint on the one closer to him, going right through the flesh and crashing right into his spine.
He then quickly retaliated, throwing his dagger into the knee of the already-weakened bandit.

The bandit hit the ground with a thud and Michael pulled out his sword from the other one's chest as he still stood and with one singular swing, pulled all his muscle into decapitating the bandit instantly.

Michael fell to his knees out of exhaustion and then went on all fours, trying his very best to catch his breath.

There was blood everywhere.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Aaron didn't listen. He wasn't going to leave Michael alone. Aaron swung his sword and decapitated a bandit. A second bandit hit him in the back of the head with a mace. Aaron almost blacked out. He hit the ground with a thud. The bandit walked past him going after Michael. Aaron push himself onto his knees and swung his sword into the bandits leg. The legs severed in half, blood spatted onto Aaron's face.

 

[Jav3lin]

Michael noticed Aaron killing off last of the bandits. Surely there couldn't be anymore.
"That... must have been the other scouting party"

Michael rose to his feet as he saw Aaron was fading in and out of consciousness.
"Hold on soldier! We'll get you fixed up!"
He cried out, drinking a Lyrium potion and picking up Aaron.

Michael had overdone himself, his muscles ached and he was feeling queezy, but that Lyrium helped his strength enough to carry Aaron to the camp.

With the camp in sight, Michael couldn't go on, and collapsed on the soft green grass.

Spoiler: OOC

Now, with that little fight over, let's get back to the story shall we?

 

[ImSkeletor]

Aaron lay unconsious in the tall soft grass.
He dreamed of facing Loghain.
Killing Loghain with his sword.
Having his blood splatter onto the ground.
There is no happier thought for AAron.

Spoiler

Yeah, no more off topic action for a while

 

[Pandalisk]

Spoiler

Sorry for not taking part in the action, im in the middle of a French project, and i had already used the "I couldn't do the work because it was in French excuse", will post when its done, Ugggh Essays, Killin Mah RPing

 

[Pandalisk]

The Spirit was still standing tall, staring deeply into the flames of the firepit

"I assume you were sucessful in dealing with the assailents,yes?"

 

[ImSkeletor]

Aaron awoke
he heard Xandus and Righteousness ask their questions.
"Well I got hit in the head with a mace and I have arrows in me and he got damaged to. I think we could use some help." He said with a smile.
He was happy to be alive.

 

[Pandalisk]

"True Mage"

His gaze never torn away from the Flames

"You decided to sleep upon the earth while severely wounded?, once again you mortals seem to be so reckless with your life despite being so fragile, its almost an affront to the Maker"

 

[ImSkeletor]

"I was knocked unconsious and Mike tried to help me but over exerted himself and passed out." Aaron said frustrated, "Don't talk crap to me Righteousness!"He said anger building. "Oh and how ironic is it you would call ME an affront to the maker you freakin monster."

 

[Pandalisk]

Righteousness's tone of voice and stance remained the same, an Erie white and blue flame poured from his helmets visor

"No mortal, what you speak of is a daemon, we are not one in the same"

 

[ImSkeletor]

"You are an emotionless **** aren't you." Aaron said still ticked the heck off. "You are a monster. The Deamon is an atrocity!" Aaron yelled.

 

[Pandalisk]

"I am no daemon mortal, demons were spirits perverted by their desires, your misplaced fury dulls your mind"