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Songs of Alvaris 
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...Princess? Had Herlewin heard correctly? By the light. First there was a troupe of unsavory characters, then they turned out to be bandits, then he swooped in to save someone’s life, then a knight riding a wyvern swooped in to save his life, and now there was a princess. Didn’t princesses live in castles? That’s what all the old stories said, anyway. What was one doing being a squire out in the middle of the booni…

Herlewin’s reverie was interrupted by a ludicrous display of agility as the tower of armor hoisted a woman he’d never seen before into a maneuver he’d only ever seen once. That was a reverse eagle’s talonhook swing by the looks of it, and he knew of exactly one axe-juggler this side of Torbica with the combination of strength and suppleness required to pull it off. Attempting such a dangerous maneuver in the middle of a fight was nigh unthinkable: had Herlewin’s jaw not already been agape from sprinting around in circles for the past minute, it certainly would have dropped in response.

The boy’s was apparently not the only response to the woman’s antics, as the squire soon informed him that the axe-wielder’s name was Mitra and the bandits informed him that they needed to work on their one-liners. Stealthing up behind a building as he knocked another arrow to his string, Herlewin aimed for the sword-wielder’s tongue, hoping to shut the man up before he had a chance to say anything else.

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Perhaps it was more like a whiff than a drink. The bandits had given them no time for respite so the knight dared not actually consume the potion just yet. Seeing the quick exchange of thrown axes he figured that Mitra's trick had worked anyways and despite his bright armor he might actually have the advantage of surprise. His warning to this man then would be a quick charge and swing of his own axe, Mitra mentioned he had a wife, perhaps a reminder of his own mortality would leverage him to return to her instead of die in an alleyway today.

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Mitra was just a hair trigger behind her opponent, her axe leaving her hand nary a fraction of a second after the bandit's had left his. The pair of blades narrowly scraped past each other as each focused down their intended target. As the brigand's francisca closed in, the reaver lazily twisted her torso to one side, allowing it to pass mere inches away from her face. She got a good look at the weapon as it flew, and let out an almost impressed whistle. Mitra's aggressor was less fortunate, the steel of her hatchet biting into him before curving around and returning to her. Each of the combatants caught their respective weapon with little effort. Just an everyday exchange between axe tossers.

With an opportunity to breathe, Mitra took quick note of the new state of the battlefield. The sword-wielding brigand had approached to join the fray. She was now within reach of both bandits. Good. She thought with a smirk. They were in for a nasty surprise. While she couldn't see what was going on on the road beneath her, the telltale sound of armored footfalls informed her that Jax was making his move. The reaver would try to keep the enemy's attention for as long as possible to allow for a successful ambush.

"Mighty fine weapon you've got there!" She shouted, perhaps a bit louder than was necessary. "Shame it wound up in the hands of such an artless lout! Poor thing'll never get to taste blood at this rate. Why don't you let me have it?"

Mitra unsheathed her other hatchet and playfully twirled them both in her hands. "Or at least let me give you some pointers!"

She punctuated the imperative by swinging both of her arms forward, sending a pair of whirling blades toward the bandit. The axes hummed a duet of reverberating steel, the harmonic hymn of battle, as they sliced twin ribbons through air. Each wove around the other in a lethal dance, a murderous performance for an audience of one.


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The bandit swordsman was rushing towards Mitra’s location in support of his ally but was stopped by the sudden firing of Herlewin’s arrow as it struck his armoured chest. Surprised, the swordsman was looking in the opposite direction of Jax’s approach to discern from whence the arrow had come. The element of surprise still on his side, Jax’s attack proved to catch the enemy off guard once again and hit its mark. The swordsman yelled out in surprise, more so than in pain, for his armour took the brunt of the damage. Angrily he turned his attention to the knight and was quite surprised to see an Alvarisian knight standing before him.

“By the shade o’ me arse,” he cursed “There weren’t ‘opposed to be no knights” Raising his sword he pointed the blade at Jax threateningly “Oh well, there wern’t be fer much longah” he said with a wicked smirk and a wink. Rushing forward in a rage, the swordsman swung his blade, only to miss the great knight completely, perhaps blinded by his own anger.

Mitra’s battle prowess was a sight to behold, the young woman was truly living up to the memory of the Empress whom she served. The axes both hit their mark, one slashing against his side, and the other against his leg; the fighter’s armour, however, helped to withstand the devastation of these blows. Grunting with each hit, the fighter was quick to spin on his heel and with an angry groan he threw his own axe in retaliation with a burst of strength.

“Ye talk too much, lass!” he barked angrily. Just as Mitra deftly caught her own axes on their return flight, the francisca struck her with considerable force, nearly knocking the battle maiden from her perch.

“Lady Mitra!” called out a voice from above. A shadow fell upon the house as Captain Alborz on his wyvern flew over the young woman’s location and landed in the area between Mitra and the bandit fighter. Turning his attention to the bandit he raised his glaive to strike “You dare lay your hands on a member of the Imperial Court of Alvaris!?” In righteous fury, Captain Alborz spun his glaive rapidly above his head as Ignavus reared upward with a flap of his wings. The captain thrust his glaive forward as Ignavus leaned back down to attack the bandit.

The bandit fighter gritted his teeth after the heavy blow, taking his mind off Mitra for the moment and targeting the knight. Charging ahead the fighter raised his francisca and struck the wyvern knight.

Their weapons drawn, Amelia and Helle made their way to the vicinity. Amelia pursed her lips as he heard Captain Alborz yell out Mitra’s name. She only hoped that her dear friend had not gotten into too much trouble in her absence. She could not handle any more losses, not yet.

Amelia: 42/42
Herlewin: 32/41
Alborz: 43/62
Helle: 32/44
Mitra: 20/42
Jax: 30/42
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Enemy Swordsman: 35/42
Enemy Fighter: 12/42

Herlewin – Hit! 2 damage
Jax – Hit! 5 damage
Mitra – Hit! 5 damage
Mitra – Hit! 5 damage
Enemy Fighter – Counter! Critical!! 18 damage
Alborz – Critical!! 14 damage
Amelia – Move
Helle – Move
Enemy Swordsman – Miss!
Enemy Fighter – Hit! 10 damage

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As the fighter retaliated, Mitra attempted to sidestep his attack once again. As her weight shifted, however, the thatch roof gave way slightly underfoot, enough to cause her to stumble. With the enemy's axe fast approaching, she scarcely had time to do more than move her head out of the way. The reaver let out a hoarse cry as the francisca bit into her shoulder, falling to one knee. Her breathing quickened, and beads of sweat began forming on her face.

"Hah... I see you're a fast learner." Mitra panted, attempting to hide how much damage the blow had really done, but the gravity of the wound wasn't lost on her. Another hit like that would likely spell the end. No matter. She smirked in anticipation as she raised her uninjured arm, the other hanging limply by her side as blood trickled down from her shoulder in small rivulets. The battlefield would never see less than her best effort, regardless of how bad the situation got.

"Lady Mitra!" Uh oh. “You dare lay your hands on a member of the Imperial Court of Alvaris!?”

So much for discretion. The Qulmari lowered her weapon, squinting as she mouthed a silent groan. Already she could feel a headache coming on, and the culprit wasn't blood loss. The reaver had always found Captain Alborz to be a bit of an overwhelming personality at the best of times, and this was not that. Fortunately, it seemed that for the moment he was channeling his overwhelmingness in a productive direction; the enemy's face. Her attention thoroughly torn from the death match she'd been engaged in, Mitra now noticed that quite a bit had been happening at ground level. From her perch she could see that Jax had made his move, and appeared to be receiving assistance from an archer. Perhaps the one Jax had mentioned before. Elsewhere, she saw the approach of Amelia and an unamelia I mean unfamiliar swordswoman. Perhaps also the one Jax had mentioned before.

After thinking for a moment, Mitra slid off of the roof toward the princess and the sword wielding newcomer. Executing a flawless three point landing with only a medium "ouch", she approached them warily, ready to go for her weapon at any moment in case the stranger's intentions shook out to be less than friendly. However, as she drew close, she got a better look at the woman. Noticing the Torbican's muscular build, stoic expression, and numerous scars, Mitra's face belied the grievous blood loss she was suffering by somehow managing to turn red.

"Thank the light you're safe, Your H-" Mitra began as she walked up to Amelia, but was suddenly reminded of the air of anonymity they were supposed to be maintaining. Granted, Alborz had perhaps already tipped their hand, but shadows take her if Mitra was going to let herself be blamed for breaking character. "Uh, your... hair is impeccable today, my acquaintance and generally unnoteworthy fellow traveler Amelia. I apologize for my extended absence, but I was preoccupied. As it happens, I could really use some of that vulnerary I gave you earlier." Though the reaver attempted to keep an even tone, it would be clear to anybody paying attention that her speech was stilted, and that she was intentionally trying not to make eye contact with the swordswoman.


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Though his shot appeared to have dealt little damage on its own, Herlewin couldn’t be disappointed; he’d distracted the swordsman long enough for the knightly mountain of metal to make a surprise attack, an impressive feat coming from a fighter so ill-suited for stealth.

The acrobatic axe-wielder, on the other hand, had brought ample attention to herself, and the boy grimaced as the other bandit’s weapon cleaved into her shoulder. He’d seen all forms of intricate knife and axe throws in his time touring the festivals, but never before had he witnessed one loaded with such intent to kill. He doubted the eagle-girl could survive another such strike, but thankfully it seemed she wouldn’t need to; the wyvern knight swooped in from above once more, saving the reaver’s life much as he’d saved Herlewin’s own but a few moments earlier. He’d make a good dramatist, with that sense of timing.

Confident that the dangerous bandit was in the capable hands of the beastrider, Herlewin figured that the best course of action was to continue offering distractions for the walking rampart. Taking a moment to steady his aim, the boy let another shaft fly at the swordsman.

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