Recent content by Alakir

There was precious little time to be angry now. While he had every reason, the ruling class was protected from any notion of anger while his mission remained unfinished. It was typical of a Guardsman: done wrong, but still held to a professional standard. Anyone but Alakir might have balked...

"Stealth," Alakir agreed. His normal method of approach was that of the frontline. A halberdier carried a weapon meant for sweeping quickly through enemies. That slowed them in the long run, and they made little effort to be discreet. That placed him in the most precarious position of the group...

"It would be an honor and a privilege to live up to the expectation, m'lady," Alakir replied evenly, going so far as to offer a smile as he made his way over to Talus, and he took in the sights. If ever the boss had given him something depressing to consider, this certainly took the crown. He...

With a grunt of effort, Alakir drove his final target overhead. The magus wore an expression of terror as the blade that impaled him dug deep, hefted him airborne, and then retched as it nailed him into the dirt. The three of them had broken the mages, but the losses had been significant enough...

He climbed like it was his duty, and if the thinly veiled glare from Talus were any indication, it was. Not only had they all managed to find themselves in a fine mess, Alakir came close to death within the first half hour after they made landfall. He had to hope that was not an indicator for...

"VEL'ANIR!" His breathless warcry wrested free from his throat. Spittle sprayed wanton as he hefted his weapon and closed the distance as quickly as his legs could carry him. The fear of arrows was dispelled by a cocoon of magic that warded them off, but his disbelief was suspended by...

"Al," he introduced himself in the shorthand. If the boss didn't want him identified as an Anirian, it would be best not to give a proper name. He noticed her hesitation- had she seen something strange? The way she held his gaze for that moment was awkward, but then, she ultimately decided to...

Before he could blink, men he'd served with for nearly a year were dead all around him. Alakir felt the heat intensify before his vision went white, and the cool, seaside path suddenly began to boil human flesh. But for the warning from the female Dreadlord Zana, Alkair would have been another...

The truth was, Alakir wasn't so sure he had picked the right vacation to take. Sure, the opportunity to hone his skills against a giant was once in a lifetime- but, so was dying, and he wasn't quite so eager to go down that road. His commanding officer was even less enthusiastic than he was...

Three powerful strokes leveled a massive number of men in almost no time at all. Alakir did everything he could only to evade, because he quickly recognized his inability to do anything at all to the giant. The Guardsman readied his Halberd again, hopeful for an opening he was doubtful would...

In keeping with his senior officer's command, Alakir barked orders to the men. They held fast as the sudden attack came, but the surprise dulled their wits to anything beyond instinct. The more inquisitive rear guard found himself two arrows heavier in the shoulder, and crouched back behind a...

The less seasoned Guardsmen listened to everything and strained to hear whatever the Dreadlords had to say. When it came to these more dangerous missions, anything they heard could influence their mood and disposition. Unfortunately, a chunk of them seemed to be deeply effected by Zana's pointed...

The path from Vel'Anir along the Cortosi coastline was long, and it hugged the shoreline. When the tides went out, the path stank and some of the Guardsmen gagged and pleaded to march further inland. They were summarily denied. Alakir watched the moon reflected in murky waters as it slowly rose...

Alakir wasn't the type to take a day off. The Anirian Guard was what he'd trained from childhood to be part of. Service was everything. So when they'd granted leave to select Guardsmen, he was despondent. What would he do with all the excess time, other than train? Hell, he would have been...

"No, of course," Alakir gestured for the man to do as he needed. It wasn't as though he had any room or power to question it; nor would he do so if he had. "For Vel'Anir," he added with a respectful salute.