Recent content by Nikaia

(Hey, Summer is going to be really busy for me, so my replies will be slow, please excuse that and please be patient with me.) "No, no it's fine, keep talking." She said genuinely, "I've never known much about hunting and I'm eager to learn. I'll need to know if I'm to survive much longer...

"I would be happy to help you out." She said with a smile, pulling herself to her feet. "I owe you my life after all. How can I refuse help to my savior?" She retrieved her fallen javelin and put it in it's quiver, "Ready when you are."

She looked away from him and said, "I'd rather not say. If that's well with you." When he offered to share food with her she gratefully accepted, and thanked him for his kindness. "So what might I offer you in exchange for the help that you've given me?"

"Nope." She said, grimacing with the sharp, sudden pain, but nothing more. "I was a soldier not too long ago, and my fellow soldiers don't play gently. Dislocation is getting off easy."

She nodded, "if you're willing to, how can I refuse? And don't worry about it making me sore, I can handle it."

She glanced up at him and groaned out, "only injury I can mention is that I can't feel my leg. I think it's dislocated. Other than that, nothing." She took a few breaths, "thanks."

She was on her butt, and leaning back against the tree. Her left leg was numb, she could move it but she couldn't feel anything at the moment. She withdrew a javelin and waited calmly for the creature to advance. It was almost close enough to stab when an arrow tore through its throat. She...

Nikaia had only ever wanted simple things. She wanted to make her family proud, to defend her home, to live her life as it was supposed to be lived. But no. She'd gone on a simple mission to secure a shipment of copper so that they could make more bronze for their spears and their swords, and...

Tyrone Kystal

Nikaia and the remaining soldiers were appalled at this suggestion. Not only were they being asked to retreat, but they were asking to let mercenaries fight for them while they ran. "No." The soldier to Nikaia's right said firmly. "We do not retreat." The other soldier concurred to retreat was...

Foolish of Tyrone to think that those four were the only ones. And the sixty warriors clearly weren't as disorganized as the main force. Three men stood in front of each pyromancer after the first went down, and the second arrow thudded into a black shield. Nine were holding back, fifty one...

Each soldiers snapped a salute, "yes sir." The five soldiers marched with the mercenaries, and after a half hour of jog-marching they were at the treeline. They had cleared up the area a while back to give themselves more warning when the invaders emerged. So they split up, one soldier per...

(No worries buddy.) Noone asked any. So she said, "nope. No questions. Lead the way Tyrone." The legionaries were perfectly prepared to march as ordered. They didn't like being commanded by a mercenary, but it was a higher command to be so, so no complaints either. Nikaia and her soldiers...

(You still there buddy?)

(Bewp?)