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Post by Fluffy the Mad on Nov 13, 2016 1:01:15 GMT -5
A tired and worn swordcaptain trudges through the city after the last of the dragon's forces fall. She stops to briefly treat any wounded or check on concerned people she passes, but does not linger. She travels to the gates and their guards, giving orders for the Dragons to shore up their defenses and offering a request to the adventurers present. Despite her clear exhaustion, her voice is firm. Her expression is hidden by a helm of mithral, covered in elven runes.
"Those who wish to go finish our business with the dragon can take a brief respite and join me. We will be marching to Hilp with a cadre of War Wizards. We need to evacuate the town and repel both the dragon and whatever remains of his forces. Those who do not wish to or cannot are free to stay here. Thank you all for your efforts thus far."
((Remember that we're time-bubbled until the event next week, folks. That means you shouldn't act like this has happened IG until the next installment- this post is similar!))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 2:24:18 GMT -5
Nyssa is seen accompanying Helga back through the capital's streets after the hard fought defense of the west gate. Nyssa's cloak is bloodied and frayed as her red wings hang limply out the sides, a statement to how mentally and physically exhausted the normally tough and enduring half-elf dragoness is.
One greatsword remains sheathed on her back whilst the other is clutched tightly in her hand still, trimmed claws digging into the cloth wrapped hilt as she remains on edge, her tired guard only easing and lowering as she progresses further into the city.
Eventually she makes her way into the Temple of the Red Knight with Helga to recuperate before the next move against the ancient wyrm and his minions.
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Post by hellscream123 on Nov 13, 2016 3:59:14 GMT -5
Arician walks through the streets slowly. Wards and arcane power glow gently off his blue armor as he heads west. Stopping just beyond the gate. One hand rests upon an obviously wounded side as another holds his cane close to him.
Pure white eyes search teh horizen as he seems to take vigil before the comming march.
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Post by Lady Frost on Nov 13, 2016 4:26:47 GMT -5
Having spent most of the battle in the city streets, between the various gates, the high priestess makes her way to the War Wizard Tower once the Great Wyrm heads towards Hilp. She spends some time resting and tending to the worst of their injuries, though usually only tending to them enough for them to be able to continue caring for themselves. The higher the ranking of the Wizard/Purple Dragon the more attention they might receive.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 13, 2016 4:45:02 GMT -5
After hurrying back from the west gate, Henrik is in place in the House of Healing for a number of hours until the strain on the healers is eased then he is back out shepherding the bodies of those who did not respond to the call to return to various locations and shrines in the city.
It is dark by the time he returns to the House and grabs a two-hour nap before rising to talk to patients and staff and reassure people. The soup kitchen is in full swing and he joins the effort to feed everyone they can and offer comfort.
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Post by Median on Nov 13, 2016 9:31:22 GMT -5
A man in red, white and gold robes, whose face and hands are wrapped, can be seen applying bandages and swiftly fetching food or other supplies for the wounded and other healers. His bedside manner is lacking in sensitivity, causing amusement and confusion that is quickly replaced by gratitude when he swiftly complies with any request made of him.
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Post by styxxbone1 on Nov 13, 2016 11:10:00 GMT -5
The Ace of Beards heads for the Wailing Wheel, sits by the fire place with his feet up and proceeds to drinking a dozen Tripple Bocks and eating until his belt has to be let out a few holes...
styxx
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Post by Animayhem on Nov 13, 2016 12:07:30 GMT -5
Marister, weary from the battle, slowly heads back to the Northwest Market. As he walks, he notices the scars left behind. He arrives and is glad to see others survived their ordeal.
People discuss some of the things that happened, more to relieve stress than anything else. Slowly people leave to go and recuperate and he attempts to do the same.
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Post by ren on Nov 13, 2016 12:16:09 GMT -5
Elon is aiding henrik in the house of healing, likewise using his speed to fetch supplies and relay messages for the hosue of healing, as well treating those seeking aid in this House of Ilmater
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Post by smacrasmacrasmacra on Nov 13, 2016 15:39:51 GMT -5
Immediately after the tides of attackers ebbed from the walls of Suzail, Nersha set about collecting and transporting the wounded from the North East gate to the House of Healing. Once completed, she then quietly took to collecting all the dead from the field, cleaning them up as best she could, and arranging them for identification and claiming. The attackers are set to a charnel pile as well, more for sanitation than any kind of respect for dead kobolds.
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Post by Razgriz on Nov 15, 2016 15:40:50 GMT -5
*Shortly after the first news about the battle in Suzail begin to arrive to the triadic keep, Holance would start preparations for whatever could happen next. If they are available, he would discuss logistics and strategy with his brothers and other allies that would come to visit.
As for the squires of the order that still live and are in condition of fighting, they are all would be gathered at the snowy courtyard of the Chronomancer's Keep. Holance would then adress them with what he hopes is an inspiring speech...
Men and women of the Triad!
Battle still rages in the captial of the kingdom that is or has become a homeland for most of us. Brave individuals are already doing their best to stop the onslaught that Ixamarunmaughzeraph is. Innocents are losing their lives and the devastation is beyond terrible.
Even so, Surrendering Quirine to that cruel dragon is not a choice anyone has the right to make. For she is more than a life to save and every life is precious. She represents hope, goodness, purity and also all that stands between tyranny, oppresion and fear. If she was handed over to him, then we would be acknowledging that terror and evil are to be accepted in our world and our lives.
Some out there claim that they wish to avoid the death of those that should have no part in this. However, it is likely that they seek to further their wicked deities and masters influence. Their goal is to gain followers, power and supporters. If we were to allow this to happen, it would be the equivalent of surrendering their souls and future to darkness. I tell you all that this is shall not succeed, not if there is something every one of us can do to avoid it.
I wish I could save every person and living beign in Suzail and Cormyr, but alas I cannot. I, and many others would die so that they all would live. This is war, and the one to blame for the death of others is Ixamarun himself and anyone assisting him. No apology and no compensation are ever going to be enough for those who are losing it all or that have lost it by now. Remaining true to our personal ideals and morals can still bring us dire outcomes and consequences, even if we did our best to avoid them. Those who are lost are to be honored and they should never be forgotten. They are the unsung heroes and martyrs, not us.
We are champions of the Triad and the defenders of those who cannot defend themselves. What we do in life echoes in eternity. I do not know what exactly shall transpire after this battle, but I ask you all to prepare yourselves for whatever we have to face next. Sharpen your swords, pray to the gods and prepare your armors. Once our orders and more information arrives, we all shall depart to were we are required the most. It has been an honor to serve The Triad with you all, but now it is time to put an end to this regin of fire. It is time for us to extinguish these flames of strife and defeat Ixamarun for Cormyr and its people.
We are not alone; our friends, allies and beloved ones are with us. Those who lost it all are with us. Their sacrifice shall not be in vain. Together, we all shall send this message to anyone who could be watching...
"Good and Justice shall win through, no matter the odds"
//OOC: Trying not to generate a time paradox here and work with whatever info Hol could have, despite him not being present when the battle of Suzail took place. Do let me know if this needs to be edited somehow so that it can make sense.
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Post by grivel on Nov 16, 2016 0:01:49 GMT -5
Kali walks through the Suzail North gate, with her head hung low. Too tired to shift to another form, she starts her trip to the King's Forest. The guards she passes might catch the words she keeps repeating....My fault....All my fault....
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Post by Aoi on Nov 16, 2016 1:51:43 GMT -5
She might be not a triadic member nor serve one of their gods. But a woman in healers robes would arrive in the house of healing as soon as she learns what happened. Though she couldn't resist to choose blue and silver, the colors of Tymora. Also obviously she wears a silver luck coin like a holy symbol. Like spoken and promised she comes to keep her word, to help and give back what was given to her once, a while ago. She also would aid Henrik and Elon. In the first moment surprised by the speed she grins in a well meant way and would introduce herself: "Gods, relax elf... I am Ana..."
But she would get used to it, accepting he is what he is and seeing the usefulness in the speed.
The Lucky Maiden would see how she can disburden Henrik a little, watching what the Ilmatari does. Then she takes one or the other patient on who is not so gravely wounded and tend to the easier ones by herself. If there is assistance needed with the more serious cases she would also let herself be sent around. Fetch supplies, give supplies while operations or set clips. Whatever is needed the northern woman seems free of pain, no disgust to see during the treatments. She does what she does with a stoic ease. Sometimes there will be a friendly grin and a joke for those ears open for it.
Those who might still seek comfort or luck, she might encourage with words that seem straight but also kind: "Few fates for the luck of many others. Remember those who are fallen, but don't let the dangers discourage you. Our further fates noone can dominate. No evil dragons and their villianous armies. No mourning heart and no threat in this world if we don't just wait for miracles. Miracles are things we make for ourselves. No matter what happened or will happen, the rest is still up to you."
Those who will wish for a luck blessing for the coming times and hard battles will also get one with a short praying verse: "For luck is not only random, it must be earned and achieved and won. Believe - and Lady Luck will be on the side of those willing to fight for it."
//Sadly i can't be there for the events, 3 AM cet. But at least i wanted to use the chance to bring my new character in a bit. 
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Post by dracofaerie on Nov 25, 2016 8:24:45 GMT -5
*a man riding a horse in the armour of a purple dragon watches over the refugees, stopping now and again, offering support to many and healing to all that need it. Most of what he does is conversations with the weary and tired. He stops to check though on every child, leaving food and them in excellent health*
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