[Open(3/6)][Quest]Blood Runs Deeper Than Water

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 489 TWC: Total Word Count Tags @people, @people, @people, @people Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

The journey towards the hide out was rather uneventful compared to the trip towards getting to the part of the trip where they could start their journey towards the hide out. [break][break] There were so few guards present the party could more or less waltz in on a cohort of elephants and maybe, just maybe get noticed. Outside Saskia had shot Bailin a frowned look, as if she were worried about many a thing, at which he could only respond to with a gentle smile as a short moment after the looks Dumah had found them a rather scenic route so they did not have to take the front entrance, in which case the elephants probably would have been a bit too much over the top. Once inside the hide out they came upon a door at which Dumah turned around to encourage them then turning around and pushing open the doors. As they entered the door there stood a figure which would set off a verbal argument a few mere moments into the future and a small girl, bound, cut, bruised and tossed into a corner. The girl shouted out to Dumah, which set off the argument between the silver haired fellow in the room. It appeared Dumah and the silver haired fellow had known each other in the real world, their past life and perhaps their present life once more at some point in the future. Though for now this was their present life and this was where they had to ensure their survival, but not just their own but also that of their comrades, friends and Landers, or at least that was Bailin’s current point of view as he had slowly adjusted in this new world. It made him feel obliged to help Dumah, especially as he saw Dumah’s daughter so messed up in front of them and this silver haired bastard seemingly gloating about it. The verbal debate continued on a bit, mostly about their past lives and other names. Normally it would have been interesting, however, given the circumstances, it would be most wise if things were to end quickly and they could go home with Dumah’s daughter. Suddenly the silver haired fellow grinned rather nasty as he spoke rather… suggestively about a friend who had an interest in Dumah’s daughter, more specific to use her for his research. After another nasty smirk of the fellow called Steinfaust, said fellow was joined by three other adventurers, two of them looked rather squishy, the third looked like Saskia and the tin canned fellow they had fought before. At this point both Dumah and Saskia drew forth their weapons, leaving Bailin only one option left, which was to follow his partners and draw forth his rapier, moving to the his left as to be able to guard himself a little bit and still pose a threat, though only in name as his levels were not that high. [break][break]

 

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Klide looked up from his deep thoughts as his companions appeared down the hall from him. "I hope you had no trouble getting here, my directions are not always the best." He whispered to Dumah. "No Kogeki? I see..." He bowed low to the woman in response to her nod, and nodded at the other male. Then he followed Dumah to the door and watched as the enraged and impatient father launched the doors open with a forceful shove.



Klide was met with a sight he resented from the bottom of his heart. He had seen people cut and bruised before, and was even relatively desensitized to the sight, but seeing this little girl bleeding and crying, something in him just snapped. He stood at the back of the group, behind all three f his companions and out of their line of sight. None of them could see his face at that moment, but his eyes probably looked like they could cut the hardest steels in Elder Tale as he stared at the white haired man. He looked for any excuse to attack, not wanting to disrupt Dumah as he spoke to the white haired man with rage coming from deep in his gut. Klide had his fists clenched around his swords, not even bothering to listen to what the two men had to say. He had one goal now, and that goal was to end the man who had done this, and if someone got in his way, they would likely die the instant the tried to intervene. Fortunately, his 'excuse' did not take long to appear. Three new adversaries came from the shadows, surrounding the White haired man in a protective formation. Klide met eyes with the Guardian, and he saw his chance.



The moment the Guardian's shield hit the ground, it was met with twin blades swung with all the force the Swashbuckler could muster. Klide had sprung toward the Guardian, and now he attacked relentlessly, barely giving the man room to breath. His swords came down all around the Guardian, sometimes finding a narrow chink in the armor. Each time his blades found one, they dug into it, cutting the Guardian hidden under it. With a great grunt of effort, the Guardian shoved Klide's swords away with his shield, and swung his own sword toward the swashbuckler. Klide saw an opportunity in the guardians attack, and sidestepped the thrust. He pressed his back against the mans shield and grabbed the arm that had extended beyond the shield's edge, instantly stabbing one of his swords through it, He looked into the eyes of the pain struck Guardian "And now you can fight the others. I do hope you suffer Bastard." he whispered to the Guardian. Then he released his right sword handle and let the sword rest in it's new sheath of warm blood and flesh. The Guardian shouted in rage and pain and some how kept his grip on his own sword though his arm was noticeably slower both from the loss of blood and the damaged tendons in the arm. Klide left his sword lodged in the man's forearm and jumped up onto the top edge of his shield. Then he sprang forward, toward the three people behind the Guardian. He began his assault on the next person who turned out to be another man. The Enchanted was in the middle of casting a spell when he was cut off by Klide's sword hitting his staff. Klide looked over at Alette, making sure that the girl was still alright, or as alright as she could be in her current condition. She looked at him, and Klide saw what he though was fear in her eyes. The man in the dueling room had warned him of this, but now that he saw it, he could only smile. How could he be upset when this girl had been so hurt, and now saw a man flinging the blood of a screaming Guardian at an Enchanter. He looked back and the Enchanter and swung his sword again, trying to end his opponent as quickly as possible.

Word Count: 672
Total Word Count: 7734+672=8406
Tags: @dumah , Saskia , Bailin , Kogeki

[Adolf]

As the Monk watched his allies fall at the hands of the opposing party, he waited before clenching his fists and attacking the Swashbuckler that had been assaulting the Enchanter. His punches and kicks were swift, yet fierce. Despite the difference in their levels, the Monk did not show a single glimmer of fear. The Enchanter, now free of the assault Klide and Saskia made against him, retrieved his staff and began casting again. First: an Astral Bind was cast upon Klide, impeding his movement a bit and making it somewhat difficult to move his limbs. After this, he cast Keen Edge on his boss, the silver haired Monk, Adolf. Adolf grinned a bit and delivered a powerful series of quick punches directly aimed at Klide's abdomen. The Cleric was clearly built for combat, wearing plate armor and wielding a steel mace. He began healing his allies, pointing the blunt head of his mace at each person as he healed them. After healing the Enchanter fully, he focused his attention to Saskia. The Cleric, Atepomarus, held the advantage in this one-on-one fight. Both he and the Guardian were wearing plate mail armor, however, Saskia was using a sword. Her attacks dealt adequate damage, but most of them simply slid off of the Cleric's armor. However, her opponent wielded a far more efficient weapon against plate mail. He swung his steel mace back-handed, the pull increasing the force and speed of impact against Saskia's armor. Her cuirass vibrated for a few moments from the fierce impact.

Dumah scanned the room and the battle for a moment, going in to attack Adolf. His expression was fierce and pained, his anger helping to fuel his need to win this fight. He slashed quickly and fiercely. Adolf grinned as he easily dodged each strike, punching back at each opportunity. Dumah managed to harm him, but both of them only got a few blows off each other. Dumah shouted out to his party, "Everyone, focus your strength on the Cleric first! After that, take out the Enchanter! The Guardian is already dead, thankfully, but Adolf... Adolf is mine..." Dumah was making a rash and foolish mistake. However, nonetheless, it was an understandable request.

As Dumah and Adolf dueled, Dumah's health fell dangerously quickly. He was only at 73% health, but regardless. As it continued to fall, Adolf grinned, his health at only 87%. Before he strike another powerful punch, a young girl's voice was heard from the far corner of the room. "Orb of Lava!" It was a somewhat pained voice, but a familiar one: The sweet, soothing voice of Dumah's young daughter, Alette Caelius. As she said this, her spell was cast and bounced from Adolf to his companions, dealing a good deal of damage to each of them, dealing enough damage to bring the Enchanter dangerously close to zero HP. The Cleric began casting on his injured ally once again, but Alette cast another another spell, a Frost Spear this time, and used it to attack the Enchanter, finishing off his HP and killing him.

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[Saskia]

HP 88% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia heard the loud scrape of metal against metal as her sword grinded against the cleric’s heavy platemail armour. Saskia tried to slash at him wildly, but the lack of proficient training or knowledge about armour types made her unaware of the cleric’s battlefield advantage. In addition, he was no ordinary robed cleric, he was in essence a self rejuvenating tank that wielded a weapon like a bold warrior. She gulped and glanced at the spiked wrecking ball that was attached at the end of the metal rod. She wasn’t familiar at all with the nature of medieval weapons, but this one however, made her very wary.



“I...I’m not afraid! I’ll do whatever it takes!” Saskia shouted as she attempted to slice across the right of the Cleric’s armor. Just as before it scraped off, but this time the cleric retaliated with a brutal heavy swing of his mace which crashed against the shore of Saskia’s armor, hitting her in her right side. She gasped as she felt the air escape from her lungs. She skidded across the floor holding her side as she clenched her fangs at the cleric, her eyes shining a bright gold.



Her eyes meticulously scanned the battlefield, until they rested upon the girl who cried out a powerful spell that scorched the battlefield. Surprised by the launched assault, she decided to use the surprise attack to her advantage and assault the cleric with a sharp thrust of her sword. As her sword jabbed into the armor of the cleric, she saw a frost spear strike through the enchanter as he gripped the frost spear inside him and painfully groaned before bursting into anima shards.



The sound of Alette’s voice made Saskia uncomfortable, Saskia could hear the pain etched in her words. She recoiled off the Cleric as her strike landed and side stepped over to the young girl.



“Keep them busy! I’ll look after the girl.” Saskia shouted as she stood in front of the girl and held her sword in front of her shield and she murmered a brief incantation. She waved her sword towards Alette, who ha multiple cuts and marks and cast a subtle [Heal] spell to help her recuperate from her wounds. It wasn’t a great heal, but it could definitely help make some progress, given the difference in levels between them.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Cool Defense/ Heal
Words: 392
Post Theme Song: Stand Tall



TAGS: Bailin @dumah Kogeki @blazeedge

template by caesar

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 80%% MP: 60% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 649 TWC: 4235 Tags @dumah @blazeedge Saskia Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

For some mysterious reason Bailin had been ignored by all of the hostiles. It was true that the guardian had fallen rather quickly to the relentless and merciless attack of the one called Klide. ‘Well, true enough I am more of a nuisance rather than a threat, but I must admit, this is rather offensive to my ego.’ Bailin thought to himself as he witnessed Dumah charging the monk, Klide rushing from the now turned in to anima bubbles guardian to the enchanter, making Bailin feel as if he was more just a filler in the cast of the movie plot rather than one of the main characters. As he took a second to recompose himself the cleric and Saskia started trading blows, Saskia clearly being at the disadvantage and pressed into a defensive fighting style.[break][break] It took Bailin a short moment to figure out a plan to assist Saskia, even though his contributions would be rather… slim. As he moved in to assist her, she shouted out that she was not afraid of the cleric even though the chances of her being victorious in a one versus one were rather… small at best. To put emphasis on her words she tried to slice the cleric, only to have her sword scrape off its armour, again. The cleric retaliated with a brutal smack to Saskia’s side, sending a nasty chill down Bailin’s back as a thought shot through his head; ‘Hey, be careful with that! That happens to be partially mine!’ but he kept his mouth shut, trying to mount a semi silent rescue. [break][break] The blow had made Saskia gasp for breath and made her pause a bit, which the cleric used to start looming rather menacingly over her, an almost visible aura of arrogance emanating from him. Somewhere else in the room Dumah and the one called Adolf were trading blows, just like Klide and the enchanter, though neither of those appeared to be in a direr situation compared to the one Saskia was in.[break][break] Suddenly, softly there sounded a voice, the voice of a young girl and shortly after magic went flying through the room, damaging all the nasty enemies the, now, five of them were fighting. All three of them were lucky the first round of magic, the second round however felled the enchanter, leaving only Adolf and the cleric standing. As the enchanter fell and turned into bubbles, Saskia shouted out to keep the enemy busy and that she was going to look after the girl, foiling Bailin’s plan to assist Saskia and take care of the cleric. ‘Well, if I can keep him from attacking with a bit of luck Klide can come and save my sorry little butt from that bastard. It is noble of her to help the girl but SHE is the better melee fighter of the two of us… and the girl seems to be able to handle herself rather well I’d say…’ Bailin thought to himself as he took a short sprint to place himself between the two girls and cleric. “Say mister cleric, I must say this is a rather splendid day don’t you think? So splendid I have small request to make of you, it is nothing big, not even something special, but would you mind to just… you know, lie down and die?” Bailin asked with a polite smile as he took up a stereotypical fencing position, his body pointed towards the cleric, the tip of his rapier aiming in the general direction of the cleric’s bellybutton and the tip being lower than his hand, his left arm behind him, slightly bent, the palm of his hand facing the ceiling. Silently Bailin hoped his cocky move would buy him at least enough time to think of another plan or at least draw the attention of the cleric away from the more important pieces on the board. [break][break]

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Klide let out a small groan and let him self rest on his knee for a moment. His abdomen had just been hit with a barrage, and although it did not do too much damage, due to his level difference with Adorf, it still hurt. He stood up and then sprinted for his other sword, which had dropped to the ground after the guardian had died. He looked around at the chaos that had grown around him. The guardian and enchanter had died thanks to Alette, but there was still a heavily armored enchanter and Adorf to worry about. Klide now had both swords in hand and he saw Bailin standing before he cleric, prepared to strike with his rapier. Saskia was busy healing the little girl, though she was clearly in pain herself. Klide thought about the best thing to do as he scanned the battle field. He had three options. Some of which were better than others. He could help Bailin with the Enchanter, He could help Dumah with the white haired scum in charge of this mess (though Dumah had asked to leave that fight to him), or he could take Alette out of the room, and make sure no one would hurt her from this point on. He would have to choose quickly, since his allies were not looking to good at the moment. If he chose to save Alette, there would be little trouble with moving her, since she was only bound at the hands with Astral Bind. He made his decision and began to copy the strategy he had used when he first entered the room. The enchanter was now busy trading blows with Bailin, fortunately for whom, the enchanters weapon was muh slower tan his rapier. Klide waited for the Enchanter to swing before he made his move. As soon as the Enchanter swung, Klide sprang forward and stabbed into a small chink in the armor's joints. The enchanter's right elbow now hand a small cut, but that wasn't enough to slow him down permanently. Klide blocked his mace with both swords raised up, stopping the ball as it swung. Then he pushed up and caused the Enchanter to stumble back. He sprang up at the enchanter as he tried to regain his balance, and Stabbed down into the Enchanters shoulder joint, sinking his blade half way down into the Enchanters shoulder. He let go of the handle, as he had done with the guardian, but this time, the apponent dropped his weapon from the pain. "Bailin, I leave him to you!" he shouted as he jumped over the bleeding man. "Saskia, follow me!" He was now turned to the woman and he passed her, picking up the scared little girl as gently as he could and sprinting out the door. Fortunately, Dumah was doing a very good job of keeping the white haired bastard occupied, and Bailin seemed to be handling his fight very well too. Klide made it out the door and put the girl down on a cushioned bench in the well lit hall. Fortunately the astral bond arount the girl's hands had already begun to weaken, and it would be broken soon enough. He waited for Saskia to appear with his sword held out, guarding the girl as best he could. Saskia appeared seconds later "Saskia, If you can, please begin healing the girl again. I'll guard the two of you while to take care of her. Right now she needs confort and help. When you're done healing her, I will return to Dumah and Bailin to help them if they need it." He gave a small smile at the little girl. "You will be safe now Alette. I will not let then take you from your father again. I swear this on my life."

Word Count: 636
Total Word Count: 8406+636=9042
Tags: @dumah , Bailin , Saskia , Kogeki

[Alette]

As Klide carried the young, victimized girl, rushing her out of the room, her body was weak and it was difficult and painful to move. Regardless, despite the pain, and despite how easy it would be to simply let the others take care of this situation, she extended her arm out toward the room she had just been rushed out of, looking at it with eyes squinting from pain, gently being washed by her tears. Her voice was weak, yet desperate. "No... Please, let me stay... I want to help...!"

Meanwhile in the room she longed to return to, two fierce fights were taking place. Two enemies remained: Adolf, the silver haired Monk Adventurer who had caused this problem; and Atepomarus, the heavily-armored Cleric built for offensive support. Bailing was fighting the latter of the two, defending his beloved Saskia. Meanwhile, Dumah, the father of the victimized Alette Caelius, was fighting Adolf. Adolf's dexterity proved to be an impressive match for Dumah's strength, and Adolf quickly gained the upper hand. Dumah managed to force Adolf back a ways by pushing ahead in the spar as Adolf continued to dodge each swing of his sword. Taking notice to this, Dumah attempted to utilize it in his fight, and he kept pushing Adolf back, forcing him against a wall. When Adolf ran out of room to evade, Dumah thrust his sword fiercely into Adolf's shoulder, pinning the penetrated shoulder to the wall. Dumah then drew his sheathed beginner's sword and thrust it into his other shoulder, binding the man's entire torso to the wall. Through all of this, Adolf never released a single shriek of pain. Dumah loomed closely, menacingly, over Adolf, and spoke in a most threatening tone. "I never wish to see you again... If I do, I swear, I shall not hesitate to kill you again and again and again..." He opened his palm and a flaming ball materialized and ignited, which Dumah then threw directly at the man, slowly bringing his hit points down to zero. In his last moments, Adolf simply looked to Dumah and grinned, laughing. Did he have some sort of plan? No, it was over now...

The Cleric who had been employed by Adolf, seeing his leader's demise, rushed to open his menu and use the return spell Call of Home. He disappeared, the only survivor on Adolf's side in this scenario.

Now, it was truly over. Dumah grabbed his swords and sheathed them once more before cleaning the blood off his body and clothes. He stepped out of the room, into the hall that his daughter had been taken to. He stood there, walking to her, slowly picking up his pace, before running a small distance to her, kneeling down and embracing her tightly, his bits of remaining blood mixing with the tears flowing from his own eyes. He gasped several times, holding his daughter in a way that showed his regret. He felt as is he had failed. He had rescued her, but he had failed to protect her in the first place. "Alette... I am so sorry... I am so sorry... I am so sorry..." He could say nothing more, and there was nothing more to say.

The young girl, who had just recently been healed, returned the warm, loving embrace from her father, crying as well, repeating the same relieved "Daddy!" through her shaky voice.

[Saskia]

HP 88% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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 Saskia became alerted to the bold swashbuckler as she heard the commanding tone that bellowed throughout the room. In the chaos of battle, she was becoming more traumatized by the second as this was her first time having to handle multiple situations at once. She found herself lost in the mayhem, which dissolved her spirits as she tried to focus her attention on the matter at hand. She looked up from the weary girl and matched the voice with the face of the foreign ally, Klide, who had knelt down beside her and scooped up the injured sorceress.



Saskia nodded with a stern expression as she rose up to follow him, but took a moment to gave back at Bailin and Dumah who were still engaged in fierce combat. She felt somewhat troubled leaving them at the moment, but however given the swsbuckler’s level and experience, she trusted him inexplicably.



He issued a command for her to try to heal the girl again. As the woman brought up her skill menu, she saw the skill grayed out.



“Crap, I can’t right now. We’re going to have to hold them off for a few more seconds!” Saskia said as she turned around, raising her shield high and strecthing her sword out horizontally at her side.



She saw Dumah slay the nefarious monk after several swift jabs of his sword and the cleric soon cowered in fear and vanished after the brutal onslaught that Bailin had unleashed. The battle was over and they had achieved victory. The only thing that was now left was to tend to the girl and bring her back to the safety of the outside of these walls.



As the seconds slipped by, Saskia noticed her heal spell being revived as it lit up, signalling that it could be activated once more. Without hesitation, she cast it on the young girl and knelt down tenderly beside her.



“How are you feeling?” She asked with a concerned expression. “You don’t have to worry about them anymore, love. We’re all here to protect you.”



She smiled gracefully, hoping that she had achieved to give the poor girl some sense of security now after the ill tragedy of her fortunate fate. It was a terrible thing for a girl to endure and who knows what those decrepit bandits ha planned for her as they tortured her and planted seeds of paranoia in her mind.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Cool Defense/ Heal
Words: 403 
Post Theme Song: The Father's Heart



TAGS: Bailin @dumah Kogeki @blazeedge

template by caesar

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 45% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 442 TWC: 4676 Tags @dumah_ @blazeedge Alette Saskia Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Behind him Saskia and Klide were helping the Lander girl escape the dreadful fight between Warden and Cleric and Monk and Swashbuckler. The two fights were more or less opposites of each other. Dumah and Adolf were trading blows, Bailin and the cleric were sizing each other up, trading remarks and glances, neither certain what to do. Bailin had been playing a huge bluff, acting all high and mighty despite his low level. This probably made the cleric wary of attacking him, probably because he assumed Bailin had some nasty ace up his sleeve. Thus they had come to a certain stalemate, neither of them willing to make the first serious move, which was fine with Bailin. Behind him the trio made their escape, whilst Dumah battered away at Adolf, depleting the monk’s health until it reached zero and made him turn into small anima bubbles.[break][break] Seeing his boss and allies being dead or at least defeated the cleric quickly rushed to teleport out of the place, as if he was scared of undergoing the same fate. It made Bailin feel relieved as he had no idea how long he could have stalled the cleric and if his attempts to stall failed he would most certainly have perished if none came to his aid. Softly he let out a sigh and let his head hang for a second, his arms falling next to his sides as the adrenaline rushed out of his muscles. [break][break] “And so end the bloody business of the day.” He softly sighed as he started straggling to his companions. There he witnessed something that was best described as intimate and tender. Dumah just stood there, Alette crying, Saskia with a smile upon her lips and even Klide had a small smile upon his lips, this being the first time Bailin saw the swashbuckler smile. [break[break] Softly Bailin walked next to Saskia and put an arm around her waist, his head upon her shoulder, not saying a word, just resting, feeling relieved they had all survived, more or less in good order. Somewhere deep inside him Bailin felt the urge to start talking well up, a shout to break the contrast of chaos and sound from before and the near dead silence they experienced now. It was a strange thing, fighting mobs never made him feel like this, whilst looking objectively at it, you killed creatures, be they goblin or human. However this felt different on many levels, making Bailin feel slightly uneasy. On the other hand these bastards did kidnap a little girl and had received adequate punishment, for now, which made Bailin feel a lot better, but still…[break][break]

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Klide heard the girls plea to let her stay and fight, but he knew that in her condition, using any energy would be detrimental to her health. "Please, do not ask that of me." Klide felt his eyes become wet, but he did not let them release the moisture. He ran into the hall and placed the injured girl down as gently as he could. He was soon joined by Saskia, though she could not use her heal spell for a little bit. As Klide watched the room, prepared to jump in if things began to go south, he saw that he was not needed. Dumah was so enraged with the White haired man that he poked so many holes in him, the man could have been mistaken for a fishing net. Bailin had bluffed his way out of combat, and his opponent fled when he say his bass disappear in the form of anima bubbles.



It was then that Saskia's heal spell being revived as it lit up, signalling that it could be activated once more. She turned to the injured girl and instantly cast the heal spell on her. After it was activated, she knelt down beside her. “How are you feeling?” She asked the young girl. Both her voice and expression were filled with concern. “You don’t have to worry about them anymore, love. We’re all here to protect you.” Saskia said as she smiled gracefully. It seemed she was trying to give the girl a sense of security, though Klide doubted the girl would actually feel secure without her father there.



Dumah and Bailin soon joined him and the two ladies in the hall. Dumah stood in the doorway, looking at his daughter, walking to her, slowly picking up his pace, and then running the rest of the short distance that separated him from her. He knelt down and embracing her tightly, the little drops of blood, that had remained on his face, mixing with the tears that where now flowing from his eyes. He gasped several times, holding his daughter tightly. "Alette... I am so sorry... I am so sorry... I am so sorry..." The young girl, who had just recently been healed, returned the warm embrace from her father. She was also crying as she spoke with a shaky, emotion filled voice. "Daddy!"



Klide watched the heart felt moment calmly, awaiting the right moment to speak. He looked at the other two, Saskia and Bailin. They were embracing each other as well, as they watched the touching moment between father and daughter. Klide was about to look away, but he noticed something in Bailin's eyes which he had not expected. Guilt? He stepped closer to the man, hoping it would not be awkward with them embracing next to him. He then whispered to Bailin "It had to be done, we would not be witnessing this tender reunion had we hesitated and not taken action." Klide stepped away after he spoke and then he raised his voice to a more audible volume. "I am sorry but I have to be the voice of reason. If we want to get out of here without much of a struggle, we should leave now.I have a feeling the the soldiers around the compound will close in soon, so we need to act quickly. If you would all follow me, I will try my best to lead us out of here safely. Dumah it may be best if you carry your daughter out of her, since I doubt her injuries will allow her to move around much without intense pain, if she has the strength to move on her own at all." Klide looked down at the young girl sympathetically. "Now, as I said, If you would all follow me, I will try my best to keep us safe and get out of here quickly." 


With that, Klide turned. He began to walk down the corridor, a little faster than his normal pace. He passed a few rooms on his way out and then found the trap door in the ceiling, where he had entered from. He kicked off of the wall and jumped up, grabbing hold of the edge of the door way. Klide climbed up through the hole, and looked around to see if he had any opponents. There were two guards up on the roof, both looked extremely surprised, and both had their weapons raised. One held a long spear, and the other held a battle ax. Klide let out a sigh and spoke quietly, so the two men could barely hear him. "And here I was thinking what a nice host that Adorf was. You, men! Why must you spoil such a nice night by raising your weapons at a guest?" The two men looked at each other in shock and lowered their weapons. "We are sorry sir, we did not realize Lord Adorf would be having guests tonight." As they spoke, they bowed their heads, both in shame, and as a sign of respect. It was then that Klide made his move. His two katana blades flashed in the moon light and the two men fell to the ground. Before their blood could flow onto the stone roofing, Klide moved their limbs to cover the wounds. They began to disappear into anima without leaving a trace of blood or flesh. Klide gave a small sigh of relief. "Well, that was fortunate, It would not do Alette and the others any good to see more blood." He walked back to the trap door and then lowered his arm as far as he could, ready to pull the next person up onto the roof.

Word Count: 948
Total Word Count: 9042+948=9990
Tags: @dumah, Saskia , Bailin , Kogeki