February 2nd, 2636
[5:15 AM] Lawls: The riders arm trembles with fear as his axe rattles side to side. looks at Ellis and the monsters she's created, Valentinus doesn't even notices the bow wielding archers up ahead
"T-This woman... S-She..."
S-Sir?
The mages malefic aura resonates in him as he cannot let go of the memories she is bringing up... Frozen with fear the monsters up ahead grumble. Ready to fight.
[5:34 AM] Mongstrong: The sight of the foul spawn before them has a completely different effect on Nero's mood. Growling viciously, and with a glint of primal ferocity in his eye, he stares dead ahead at their foes, oblivious to his companion's fear.
Valentinus. We have company. Prepare yourself.
[5:36 AM] Lawls: "What is wrong, are you unable to form a coherent thought? How disappointing. I thought you had come from quite a noble school, but it seems that it had failed to do anything worthwhile. I suppose a turd can not be polished..."
Ellis' words rang deep in Valentinus' mind. As he gripped his friends fur harshly. He was absolutely terrified.
[5:39 AM] Mongstrong: No answer.
Valentinus? Tell me you are not listening to this disgusting wench's words. Clear your mind, friend. Cast aside her filth, and focus.
The monsters creep ever closer, Nero snarling in an unsuccessful attempt to dissuade them from their target.
[5:43 AM] Lawls: A tear dropped from Valentinus' eye
Nono... Please...I... Please.
His muscles were as unresponsive as his mouth. Only shaking can be seen from Valentinus. His grip becomes tighter and harsher, something he would never normally do to his friend. The two monsters creep forward, one looking much like a hero of old. The other just a common thief. The monsters seemed to grin with delight as they saw their victim, Helpless and fragile.(edited)
[5:51 AM] Mongstrong: Nero begins to back away slowly, completely melting any image of ferocity he intends to give off. Instead, he howls as loudly as he can manage, clutching at straws to gather his rider's attention. Valentinus' grip is painful, so much so that it begins to plant seeds of doubt in the wyvern's mind.
Valentinus... They are approaching. Snap out of it, friend! The Kurong ends not here, and neither shall you, but only if you get a grip on yourself!
Nero glances around. There is no assistance nearby, nobody to help them. They are alone in this fight.
What I would give for Lady Angard and Jean to come swooping in right now, or perhaps that Pegasus and its rider... I would even appreciate that ogre-woman at this stage.
[5:56 AM] Lawls: The bow wielder draws his bow, aiming at the wyverns wings.
The... Kurong...
Looking up like a with a horrified look he realises he's about to put his best friend in the world in danger. He will not let this happen.
"A-AH!"
Valentinus, knowing he cannot dodge arrows like this. Decides to opt to taking the arrow for his friend instead. By charging head first into the arrow.(edited)
[6:09 AM] Mongstrong: Nero watches on in horror as the arrow aimed for his right wing pierces Valentinus' armour and embeds itself in his chest.
Valentinus! Dammit, you fool!
The bowman nocks another arrow, looking to finish the job. Screeching wildly, at a volume that can be heard across the battlefield, Nero plants himself before the wounded Valentinus, shielding him as he desperately tries to wrap his talons around the fallen rider. Too little, too late, however.
Just as he gets a firm grip of his companion, the arrow flies. And instead of slamming into Valentinus' neck as it was intended to, it finds a target in the form of Nero's left eye.
The ensuing screech is long, pained and dreadful, and carries for miles. With a mighty, panicked wingbeat, Nero takes to the skies, Valentinus in his clutches, haphazardly flapping about in an attempt to evade any further arrows.
[6:19 AM] Lawls: Just before the wyvern takes flight the monster, reminiscing hero of 'old' decides to get one last strike in. The monster holds her swords just above her shoulder, then with a lunge pierces the wyvern rider a scream that, with his damaged state mimics a sob of some sort. Before his consciousness fades, with an arrow in his chest and a sword piercing his side of his stomach lets out a gasp...
"Safety..."
And with that, his consciousness fades. Leaving it up to his wyvern to get the two to safety
[6:23 AM] Mongstrong: Nero makes no response, entirely focussed on their escape. The arrow in his eye can wait. Valentinus is dying, and he is not. His companion comes first.
Valentinus and Nero flee the battlefield.
[6:24 AM] Lawls: ===END RP===
[7:34 PM] Mongstrong: The skies are far more empty than when the battle begun, plenty of mounts and riders having fallen victim by this point. Luckily for the panicked and injured Nero, there are no foes nearby to knock the dying Valentinus out of his grasp. Desperate to find a healer of some sort, he screeches loudly, trying to draw attention to himself for better or worse.
[7:36 PM] Lawls: As his friend screeches in desperation, the mage lies lifeless in his friends claws not moving a muscle.(edited)
[7:45 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles watched the skies as he hid beneath the bridge. He kept an eye on his allies that were pushing forward and if they were in need of aid.
[7:48 PM] Mongstrong: The wyvern glides around above the backline of their own forces. If there's a healer to be found, he suspects that will be the place. Beginning to descend, he folds up his legs to increase his speed, figuring Valentinus' health comes first before his comfort. The screeching only grows louder.
[7:51 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles, hearing the screech, took a defensive position. He noticed that the wyvern was not wearing the enemies colors and squinted his eyes to see it better. He saw the man in its claws.
That must be the rider, and if he isn't riding...
Versailles tried waving the wyvern over.
"Over here! Bring him here!"
[7:58 PM] Mongstrong: Barely over his own screeching, Nero manages to hear Versailles' own shouting. Folding in his wings, he drops from the skies with worrying speed, before opening them again as he nears the ground. Flying over to the stranger, he slows himself to a near halt in midair, dropping Valentinus from his clutches a mere foot from the ground.
In trying to make Valentinus' landing as comfortable as possible, he forgets to do the same for himself, falling in a heap on the ground. Luckily for him, the arrow in his eye isn't affected by the drop. He quickly gets to his feet, and motions to Valentinus desperately with his head.
[8:00 PM] spikethe3rd: "Alright!" Versailles rushed over to Valentinus and righted him onto his back. He scanned his injuries and waved his festal over him.
"Hey! You awake? You're going to be okay!" Versailles tried to wake him up with small prods and shouting, making sure not to poke an open wound or sore spot.
[8:03 PM] Lawls: The only response from the rider was his hands twitching ever so slightly, as the wyrmslayer was still stuck in the side of his body continuing to bleed. It was obvious he was alive, but the wyrmslayer needed to be removed before he could be healed any further
[8:07 PM] spikethe3rd: "Hey! I'm going to need to pull the blade out!" Versailles tenatively gripped the blade. He looked up at the Wyvern.
"I'm going to pull this out of him. Don't worry."
I hope he knows I'm helping.... I don't want to worry him...
Versailles looked at the opening of the stab wound.
[8:10 PM] Mongstrong: Nero knows this isn't his area of expertise. Normally, the idea of a human having a sword anywhere near his companion would be enough to send him into a rage, but this time, he's willing to put faith in the stranger. He has no other option.
Nero stays silent, and hopeful.
[8:13 PM] Lawls: The opening is a continuous red stain in the males shirt, the riders clothes parting where the wyrmslayer originally hit.
[8:21 PM] spikethe3rd: "I'm going to need to open the wound a little to make sure it doesn't catch on his..." Versailles coughed at the thought of internal organs. He wasn't sure why he was still talking aloud. He doubt that the man was conscious enough to hear and that the Wyvern didn't care what he said, but what he did.
Versailles massaged the flesh touching the blade away from the opening. Blood oozed out. He felt it was open enough and he gripped the blade with one hand and the man's chest with the other.
Here it goes...
Versailles pulled with all his strength but the blade pulled back, the friction holding it momentarily. More blood started to spread an it lubricated the opening. The blade started to slowly slide out, a disgusting sound of meat and flesh accompanying it.
Versailles's hand started to slip on the handle, but he only gripped it tighter.
[8:23 PM] Mongstrong: Nero turns away, pretending to watch for oncoming foes with his remaining eye. In truth, he simply doesn't want to watch Valentinus in such a sorry state.
[8:25 PM] spikethe3rd: The blade finally exited Valentinus's side and Versailles staggered back as it came free. He tossed it aside and quickly put pressure and cloth on the now fully-open wound. He grasped Valentinus's hand and placed it on the wound.
"I need you to put pressure on this if you can." He release his grip on Valentinus's hand and started waving his festal.
[8:28 PM] Lawls: Midway through the wave of the healers festal, his consciousness came back ever so slightly... Although maybe now was not the time...
"A-A... Ach..."
A light speech was all that was heard as the male gripped his side, out of sheet instinct still a mix of panic, confusion and... Most of all, terror.(edited)
[8:35 PM] Mongstrong: Nero quietly winces, but makes no other reaction.
Pull through, friend. This is not where we part.
[8:36 PM] spikethe3rd: "Oh, you're awake. Stay with me. W-what's you're name?" Versailles tried to calm down as he waved the festal across Valentinus.
[8:39 PM] Lawls: His was still gaining consciousness as he looked down to his side, the sight of the wound causing him to panic. As he clasped it he groaned again
"Argh!"
He looked back to his wyvern friend and tried to speak, but nothing came out. He was obviously shocked with everything that's happened at once(edited)
[8:44 PM] spikethe3rd: "Hey, come on, stay with me! Breathe!" Versailles tried to cradle his head to prevent him from hitting it on the ground.
[8:53 PM] spikethe3rd: Come on! Work faster
Versaillles concentrated on his festal as he held Valentinus's head up.
[8:54 PM] Mongstrong: Nero turns around, clearly worrying that perhaps Versailles is struggling. He nudges the healer and motions to Valentinus, almost as if he's asking if there's anything he can do.
[8:57 PM] Lawls: The wound slowly closed up as the male continued to stay in a state of shock, he looked to his friend in hopes to help himself... Instead the look in his face drops as he becomes pale with guilt, reaching up to his mount muttering only a few words
"N-Nero..."
[8:59 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles looked up at the wyvern.
You're Nero huh
"Nero could you keep him awake? I'm going to make sure he's fully healed."
[9:01 PM] Mongstrong: Nero nods once, and turns to Valentinus. He cranes his neck down, gently nudging Valentinus' cheek.
Valentinus. Are you well enough to speak? Do not answer if you are not.
[9:04 PM] Lawls: Valentinus reaches up and painfully hugs Nero halting the wound healing. He tries to utter an apology... But the shock from the destroyed eye, a random person bringing him back and... Just. Everything that happened before hand, He cannot speak.(edited)
[9:08 PM] Mongstrong: Nero does not object or flinch from the embrace, simply staying dead still.
Valentinus, lie back down. Let this man do his job. I am not watching you die today...
[9:11 PM] Lawls: Tears run down his face and falls on the wyverns nose, staining his fur as he goes to touch the mounts damaged eye. He decides not too and, as if he was meaning to whisper, splutters out a single apology as he lies down once more, tears filling his face as he cannot wipe them
[9:14 PM] spikethe3rd: "Its okay. Save your strength and breathe. And stay awake." Versailles carefully bandaged up the recently closed wounds to give them pressure.
[9:15 PM] Lawls: This proves quite difficult for Valentinus as he's seen nodding off from time to time and his breaths being as laboured as ever.
[9:18 PM] Mongstrong: Nero continues to speak, trying to keep Valentinus focussed.
Valentinus. Listen to me, friend. Do not slumber, not yet. ...Would you appreciate a riddle? Perhaps that would keep your mind at work.
[9:20 PM] Lawls: A wheezing mix of a cough and a laugh came out of Valentinus as a sleepy nod came his way. The optimisitic mage smiled... Although instead of his normal cheerful smile it was now replaced with one dampened beyond all belief.
[9:33 PM] Mongstrong: The image causes Nero to frown, but he continues to speak.
Very well. Then here it is...
Valentinus, you are a detective. You live in a village with five other people, all of whom seem to exist in peace. There is a doctor, a stargazer, a bartender, a housewife who is married to the doctor, and a fisherman. One dark, extremely foggy night passes. The next morning, you are awakened by the housewife, who tells you in a distraught demeanour that the doctor has been murdered overnight.
As the detective, you ask the alibis of all four remaining people. They tell you the following:
The housewife was asleep at the time, and awoke in the morning to find her husband laying dead next to her, smothered in his sleep.
The stargazer was busy observing the constellations at the time.
The bartender was busy cleaning his mugs at the end of the night.
The fisherman was busy cooking his catches from earlier in the day.
As your alibi is the simplest, simply being asleep, suspicion falls on you. You must identify the true murderer, and why their alibi is false, as soon as possible.
Nero takes a deep breath.
Apologies if it is long-winded. It is a favourite of mine. I trust it will keep you busy for some time.
[9:38 PM] Lawls: Valentinus thinks long and hard and well, the dampened smile is changed to his normal, lost in thought face. Looking up to the sky, as this healer helped tie up his wound. His breathing was still laboured but it seems he wasn't falling asleep anytime soon
[9:45 PM] spikethe3rd: "You should be stable if you just rest." Versailles stood up and turned to Nero.
"Shall I take a look at that eye?"
[9:47 PM] Mongstrong: Nero seems a little hesitant, but he nods. It needs attention, badly. He turns his head to Versailles, and braces himself as best as he can.
Valentinus, you may want to turn away for this.
[9:48 PM] Lawls: He nods and quickly turns away, but... and eager eye shifts left to see even a little bit of it. Val was worried... and curious.
[9:50 PM] spikethe3rd: "Okay, this is going to hurt a lot, so I'll do it quickly." Versailles looked Nero in the eye.
[9:56 PM] Mongstrong: Nero closes his other eye, prepared.
Just get it over with...
[9:58 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles tightly gripped the arrow's shaft and put his hand against Nero's head. He quickly pulled the arrow out in one swift motion.
He quickly covered the eye with a folded pad of cloth and held it there.
[9:58 PM] Lawls: Valentinus' stomach lurged as he held his mouth, fully looking away now. Maybe it was a good idea to listen to Nero.
[10:00 PM] Mongstrong: Nero shrieks out in agony, but refrains from freaking out. He sits as still as possible whilst Versailles tends to him.
[10:01 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles brought up his festal and started to wave it around Nero's head.
"This should help."
[10:03 PM] Lawls: The shriek causes Valentinus to worry beyond normal reasoning. He looks to him and states quietly, hoping to get his mind off of it.
"It was the stargazer... He could not have been stargazing if the night was extremely foggy... right?"
[10:05 PM] Mongstrong: Nero, despite himself, manages to chuckle.
I'm suprised you kept the riddle in mind. Yes, it was the stargazer. Well done.
[10:09 PM] Lawls: Placing one hand on his recently patched up wound, Val placed his other hand on his companion and smiled. This time not as dampened.
"Hehe... You know me, always a thinker... I like that riddle."
He would seem like a madman, talking to his wyvern like this... Maybe Versailles might check for some brain damage.
[10:13 PM] Mongstrong: I see you are speaking somewhat normally. That is a relief. You will pull through, yes?
[10:15 PM] Lawls: "Y-Yes... I will."
He stated in a raspy voice, he looked and petted the wyvern
"...I think we both need rest though..."(edited)
[10:17 PM] spikethe3rd: Versailles remained focused on fixing Nero's eye wound to notice their exchange. When he felt it to be sufficiently healed, he tied the bandage off and stepped back.
[10:23 PM] Mongstrong: Nero bows low in thanks, appreciative of Versailles' efforts.
Valentinus, could you do me a favour? Tell this human that... I'm thankful, for what he's done.
[10:25 PM] Lawls: Valentinus looks surprised but nods
"Uhm... Excuse me... Nero says he's thankful for what you've done for us... and I am too."
[10:33 PM] spikethe3rd: "Oh!" Versailles turned to Valentinus and crouched next to him.
"I'm glad I could help you both." He glanced at Nero.
"Nero did a good job of saving you from the looks of it." He turned back to Valentinus.
"I'm Versailles by the way."
[10:35 PM] Lawls: "Valentinus... I won't keep you, I'm sure there's other people to get healed up... Oh... For you Nero."
The male picked himself up and clutched the wyverns head tightly in a hug, he was showing his gratitude.
"Thanks Nero..."
[10:36 PM] spikethe3rd: "Stay safe!" Versailles ran off to help the front line, giving the pair a brief wave.
[10:38 PM] Mongstrong: Nero roars in response, as a farewell, before Valentinus clutches him.
You would have done the same. It is no matter.
[10:42 PM] Lawls: "Y-You too Versailles!"
Valentinus turns to Nero and smiles
"That I would... Do you need help. We should probably get to safety..."
[10:54 PM] Mongstrong: A sound idea. Neither of us are in shape to fight. Let us leave the battlefield, for the time being.
[11:19 PM] Lawls: Valentinus nods and helps the two escape the battlefield. Making sure not to make it too hard on the old wyvern
[11:23 PM] Mongstrong: ===END RP===
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