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    Meanwhile, In Elona (GW1)

    Meanwhile, In Elona (GW1)


    JACK PATCHWORKHERO

    The screeching of the undead made all the festivities stop. Jack's bare-feet slid in the sand as he sprinted to his clothes, hauled up his pants, and re-armed himself. At first his fingers fumbled with the arrows and the tight string of his bow, but he got his confidence back when he realized that he was well out of range - and they were well inside his.

    Without a thought, he took one down. Which would have been all fine and dandy, had their only been one. Jack winced when he realized that there must have been about a dozen Awakened coming after him. Well, eleven, now. Jack looked down on the heap of armor, and knew that he could neither carry it, nor have time to put it on. Leaving it behind was not an option.

    "Well damn!" Jack cursed, and put his defiant bare-chest before them. It was more than abnormal to see undead in that neck of the Sulpherous Wastes, but lately they'd been more and more common - Jack just didn't believe they would be in this far. 'What about Sunspears? Weren't they coming to take care of this? Far away in Istan... Why would they care anyway!'
    Jack felt light headed when he saw another group of Awakened crest the dune in the distance - they were advancing faster than he could shoot them down. 'Just think of all the places The Desolation borders... I bet someone's on their way to issue bounties on undead or something right now, haha... ha..." Jack didn't really believe that. He wished he paid more attentions to traps - then he could have delayed them, put on his armour, and maybe made a get-away too.

    'It was so expensive, but!--'
    And Jack turned to run for safety, but the leg armour he had thrown on hadn't been adjusted right, and fell around his ankles. Jack cursed again, took a moment of precious time to push sand onto his garments, and sped off - nude but for his quiver and bow.

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    Xenia Agapita



    The sun beat down on her hood, and the very air felt hot, warming her lungs unpleasantly every time she took a breath and filling her nostrils with the scent of sulfur. Xenia had forgotten how extremely inhospitable a place The Desolation was. The main thing she had remembered was how bright it was - sunlight radiating down and reflecting off the sand to radiate back up again, making it difficult to see and leaving impressions of objects burned into her retinas, imprinted on the backs of her eyelids in purples and deep greens even when she closed her eyes.

    Sweat made her hair feel damp beneath the hood, dried instantly on her bare shoulders, and dripped down her back, soaking into the thick cloth shielding her torso. Even her hands, locked around the long handle of her scythe, felt moist.

    Xenia was barely aware of the physical discomfort, though, and when her eyes strained into the distance, it was not in protest against the blaring sun, but rather seeking out their quarry - the unusually aggressive Awakened reported in the area. The Sunspears had been sent to put the creatures down, and until this charge had been completed, Xenia would give no thought to her own needs.

    "There they are!" she called, spotting grey-looking shapes on the near horizon, the distinctive collection of stooped, massive, and floating forms that made up the various members of the Awakened legions.

    The Sunspears charged forward, surging into action as the Awakened saw their approach and rushed to meet them. Xenia's arms and hands seemed to pulse with a new-found strength, and the exhaustion of a full day's march through harsh desert conditions lifted from her. She enchanted herself and then spun into the battle, her scythe flashing as she whirled through the crowd of enemies, cutting down any foolish enough to approach. Her concentration was perfect...

    Well, nearly so. For one distracted second, she wondered why a naked human was fleeing in the opposite direction, and her eyebrow raised involuntarily in an expression of curiosity. An instant later, her brain judged this nude male as not a threat, so she put him out of her mind and focused completely on slicing her scythe through the waves of undead as though she were harvesting grain.
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    Ariella Danae



    Ariella glanced a look at her fellow Sunspear, seeing the unwritten discomfort in her eyes. How did the Dervish survive in this heat under their thick cloth? Come to think of it, had she ever seen Kayla sweat now that she was looking at Xenia's unspoken discomfort? No, she couldn't recall. The thought made her wonder if Xenia had ever gone on a mission with her, she'd have to ask. Right now, she seemed to have other things on her mind as did Ariella.

    One at those questions on the forefront was that of her younger sister. She had promised Talya, although reluctantly that she would stop playing the mother hen and give Kiara time to grow up. The benefit had been for her, she knew because Kiara had in all aspects been a very mature young woman for her age. She was the one that needed to see that and accept it.

    But those thoughts had been buried because Ariella was first and foremost a Sunspear and she had a duty to perform. "Mother henning" and worrying about what her younger sister was doing and who she might be doing that with had no play in the task at hand. She was a Paragon after all, they were touched by the gods as their chosen emissaries. She served the gods and in so doing served the mortal realm at their behest.

    It is said that they are much more social than Dervishes, but Ariella did not think that the stereotype was fitting to all. If any of them had ever called Kayla unsocial, she honestly think she would have laughed and wondered if they'd taken a blow to the head. But a Paragon's life was also a lonely life, a fact that her sisters recent romance had reminded the older sister of. Perhaps it was time she found a little happiness outside of serving the gods, surely this would not be too sacrilege in their eyes.


    Xenia's voice roused the Paragon from her thoughts and followed her gaze to where their quarry lay. Equipped for this mission in both a fighting and support capacity, the angelic wings unfolded from Ariella's back as she called forth shouts and chants to both bolster them in motivation and protection for the pursuing battle.

    It took a lot to break any concentration from her in battle, but the sudden sight of the naked man running across the hot desert sand had stunned her.


    "Balthazar's breath! I pray that was a mirage." She whispered under her breath, not realizing that her companion may have very well heard her words.

    Shaking the vision from her mind, Ariella's spear flew like lightening from the gods targeting the Awakened as she continued to rain shouts and chants to aid her fellow Sunspear.
    Peace is a lie
    There is only passion
    Through passion I gain strength
    Through strength I gain power
    Through power I gain victory
    Through victory my chains are broken
    The Force shall set me free

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    “I’d say your prayers have fallen on deaf ears.”

    A silky-smooth voice devoid of emotion wafted through the battle-singed air near Ariella. The Ranger had drawn nearer the front line so as better to shoot the Awakened arriving beyond Xenia’s reach. It was strange. Nevin had rarely taken the effort to learn the names of those in his parties. Perhaps he thought they were simply too temporary to make an impression. However, this group was different. They were all ambitious and highly trained – both qualities he appreciated.

    He wished he could say the same of the sod running buck across the sand. With his luck, the man would raise more hoards of Awakened to join the fray. Not that he would mind the extra challenge – but the undead multiplied quickly and could easily overrun a small party such as theirs. This simply would not do. Without pausing, he drew back his arrow, swung to the side, and fired a pinning shot at the naked man’s leg.

    “Fool.” Then he added, “Perhaps you should pray your mirage-man stays put – for all our sakes.”

    It was a snide comment, yes, but he couldn’t help it. Really. Women could be so affected by the simplest of things.
    Winner of the dubious Vaarsuvius Award for Verbousness!

    I support altruism.

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    Ariella Danae



    Not realizing she'd said that so loud, Ariella ignored Nevin's comment. She knew there were many that did not worship the gods or simply mocked them. It still irked the young Paragon to hear such callous words uttered from the mouths of people, especially a fellow Sunspear. But this was not her platoon, these were not the soldiers under her command. Although she was slightly younger than both, Ariella outranked them. As a sad reminder of her lack of social life, she had volunteered her spear and her talents to Xenia. This was the Dervishes command, and if nothing else, Ariella was a true soldier through and through. She would respect Xenia's lead.

    Unlike the two she accompanied, she was born into a family of soldiers, all Sunspears as far back as the earliest known recordings. She had been allowed to join the Sunspears at a younger age than normal, out of respect for her parents who had died in the service of their land. Of course they had been minor things, that would not bring the young girl to harm, but she had proven herself worthy and quickly taken a place amongst the Sunspears as her parents and her parents before them.

    Ariella had earned the nick name Ice Queen in certain circles because of her lack of social interaction with others and her drive for being the best that she could be. Kiara would have laughed seeing Nevin, her sister's likeness in a male. The jokes would have been never ending, and likely much worse and more colorful if it had been the Elementalist herself. Nevin's second comment earned him one of the famous icy glares that in no uncertain terms told him to 'lock it up soldier.' The battle field was no place for a reprimand when your focus should be on the enemy, but if he kept pushing her buttons, he would find himself in trouble with a commanding officer when the day was through.

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    JACKPATCHWORK HERO



    Jack only stopped when he was finally out of range of undead. If there was anything he learned from all his adventuring, it was to get the hell out of the way and take advantage of your range.

    "Especially when you have no armour!"
    he added, and pulled back the drawstring. He couldn't help but get distracted by the stares and glares he was getting.
    'Damn stuck-up Sunspears!" he fumbled with an arrow, 'They act like they're the only ones who know what they're doing! Well, I'll show them!'


    'Well...maybe I just feel a little bit responsible.'
    . Now that he wasn't in range of being completely disemboweled, there was no reason for him not to join the fray.

    Jack squinted and quickly picked out the Cavalier – these were, after all, the only enemies he was used to. He took the time to light his arrows, but it all payed off when they satisfyingly singed the far-off Cavalier. He put into practice nearly every skill he knew, which left him exhausted – but he had time enough to recuperate while he searched for the Acolyte.

    Admittedly, the Sunspears did the brunt of the damage, but he couldn't help but feel just a little useful when he stopped those damned two from resurrecting the other fallen undead.

    Because of the Sunspears' sudden aid, the battle was over quickly. And well, he was still naked.

    "Hey-o, Sunspears! Good job out there, eh?!"
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    Xenia Agapita



    Xenia's hands relaxed slightly - but only slightly - on the handle of her scythe as she surveyed the scene of the battle. The Sunspears were the only ones left standing. The Dervish wore an expression of neither triumph nor regret. Her people had lived, and her enemies had not; it simply was what it was. She was counting the bodies as they sank into the soft sulfurous ground, finishing the decay that had begun even while the corpses were still animated. Making sure that the numbers added up, that none had slipped away, and that none were still twitching.

    She looked up sharply when the man approached... then averted her eyes again when she saw he was indeed as naked as he had initially appeared. It wasn't as though Xenia was entirely unfamiliar with the male anatomy. Although she had very little experience in a romantic context, she had tended enough battlefield injuries not to be awkward about unclothed bits. Wounds didn't confine themselves to the socially acceptable areas of the body. Even so, somehow this seemed different. More intentional, perhaps. It was mostly out of conventional politeness that she didn't meet his eyes.

    "It is dangerous out here," she informed him. "What are you doing out in the Wastes? And so...?"

    Xenia couldn't quite bring herself to say 'so naked.'

    "So... unarmoured?"

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    Jephasthet Noonsung and Nevin Ujarak



    A bellowing laugh erupted from behind the party of Sunspears, echoing over their heads and out into the Wastes. A lesser man may have been entirely upended by the force of the sound. Indeed, the uproar had been unleashed by a very great man – if in nothing else, size – and this man now moved through the small throng to clap Jack on the shoulder. Jeph winked at Xenia as he turned slightly so as not to have his back to any of the party.

    “Ho ho! Clearly the man seeks grand adventure and challenge! You know, in my village, a boy must go out alone into the wild woods naked and slay a great beast to prove his manhood…”

    “Spare us, Monk. I hardly think we have time for a story.” Nevin interrupted the man many decades his senior, whom he’d barely been able to avoid calling ‘old man’. He did not simply out of respect for the man’s status in his profession. Still, he could prattle on and wasting time out in the desert was not something the young ranger was intending to do. Had Nevin been in the lead of his party, he simply would have left.

    The younger man’s surliness did nothing to squelch the mood of the friendly giant who now ruffled Jack’s hair in a fatherly manner. Truly, he was probably old enough to be Jack’s grandfather, as evidenced by his entirely grey head of hair and a surplus of wrinkles around the man’s eyes. Again, he swacked Jack on the back and laughed aloud.

    “What’s the hurry, young Ujarak? Eager to live up to your name, hmmm?” He chuckled as Nevin snorted and puffed the hair out of his face just long enough to give Jeph a double-barrelled glare. He wasn’t sure what the joke was, but it was a joke, which was enough to irritate him.

    “Surely we can take the time to rejoin this gentleman with the rest of his party! You – do – have a party, don’t you son? I hardly think we could be of the same tribe.”

    Again, Jeph’s overabundant laugh pierced the night. This time, Nevin merely grunted in temporary defeat. At least all the noise might draw in some more undead. The higher the head count, the better his report would look.

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    Ariella Danae


    Inwardly Ariella sighed. By the gods, why couldn't this party have consisted of more people from their own guild? This Ranger, Nevin, was like most young men she'd encountered; loud mouthed, full of himself, disrespectful and utterly annoying. Was it any wonder why she preferred older men, to boys. Someone more like Gehraz, someone she knew would likely never return her affections. But at least she could respect that, and be happy for those that had found happiness. For Ariella, there were too many boys around Elona and not enough men, perhaps it was the will of the gods for her to remain alone. If this is the price she must bare as a Paragon of the gods, then she will accept.

    For the moment though, it did not appease the desire to have either Anakita or Kiara here in place of this disrespectful pup. At least for now, she would hold her tongue and let Xenia lead. If Nevin pushed her buttons too far, he'd likely find himself facing the edge of a scythe. The very thought brought a smile to Ariella's face.



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