Arri

((Accepted))

Name: Tylina
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Weapons: One simple longsword sheathed near the left side of her waist, for easy access. Two small daggers strapped against the outsides of her left and right leg, used mainly for emergencies.
Style: Tylina moves and strikes swiftly in battle, taking advantage of her enemies, while using mostly parry and avoidance maneuvers to avoid being hit.

Just a brief history: Tylina was only 7 when war broke out, and decided to take matters into her own hands when her father was killed 6 years later when her hometown was raided by invaders. She has had years to hone her skills, and will not hesitate to carry out her own personal vengeance.


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Tylina sat quietly in the medical tent, she had taken a hit to her left arm, and was getting that wrapped. Short strands of dirty blond hair were covering her dark blue eyes slightly. She winced slightly as a medic tightened her brace suddenly, then calmly turned her head toward the enterance as she heard people approaching.

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Marineking

((Alright, all the OOC posts are now deleted, to keep things smooth. And so this isn't an OOC post, here.))

Jamas carefully scanned the tents, looking for a pallet that was open. After a few minutes he spotted someone who was clearly a goner, and began moving Yume towards him. As they approached, he coughed his last breath, and the medic kneeling over him shook his head, motioning with his arm for someone to take him away.

Not two seconds were gone before Jamas had usurped the bed, and Yume was lying down on the ground upon it. The medic shot a scowl at him, but ducked to his work, carefully peeling away the stopgaps they had been using on Yume's wound. The medic briefly examined her first; lifting her shoulder off of the ground to look at the exit wound; gently probing around the opening as Yume moaned at the pain; and finally he was placing a small cloth that looked to be soaked in some herbal concoction over the the two wounds and began closing them up with bandages.

Finally he sighed, looked up, and said carefully to the group, with a doctors professionalism and the weariness of one who does this sort of thing all too much, "Thats all I can do. It will continue to hurt for a while, but she'll live. Thats more then I can say for most of the guys who will probably come in here." And with that, he was away to other patients.

Standing up, Jamas planted the butt of his spear into the ground next to him and looked to his commander. With a blank face, he addressed Dolosus, "What are your orders, sir?"

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Xenonight2

((Arri, small problem I missed when accepting your post: The war started fifteen years ago, so your character would be seven when it broke out.))

"Our orders are to guard this tent. It's as simple as that." Dolosus looked around at the wounded, not even a third of them paying any attention to the Hedge Knights. "We need to make sure that Yume is safe. As well, I just have a gut feeling." He frowned. His gut feelings were wrong half the time, and a lot of his orders were based around his gut feelings. It was too strong to deny this time, and his stomach made thinking through it harder. "Besides, without any real shields, if the enemy pulls another one of those tricks, we'll be dead in the frontlines. We've got a few minutes to ready up."

Dolosus looked around the room, studying each patient with a fixed gaze before moving to the next. "Listen up!" He called. The medic scowled at him, and a few patients woke up and started groaning in pain. "We're going to need any spare equipment. I'm expecting a small raiding contingent to strike this medical tent, and raid the supplies and take prisoners. I plan on holding this position outside with as many blades as possible." He scanned the room again. "Every dagger and sword counts."

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Arri

((Fix'd Ty's history then :P)

Tylina looked over to the medic treating her wound, it obviously wasn't finished yet, but it was good enough for her. Even though the medic protested, Ty sat up, flicked the hair away from her eyes, and casually placed her hand on her hip, near her sword, "I'm in this, I'm still not through..."

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Deselin

Jallas watched the denizens of the tent, straying his eyes away from the dead or dying. He was always slightly worried when he saw a dead person. What if that person were him? He shuddered. He exited the tent quickly and sat outside on a rock. The Imperial Army was still advancing and Jallas stared at them. He lost his thoughts again, for the thousandth time that day probably, and he thought of his father again. The face he couldn't see, the words he couldn't hear; it made him weep inside that he couldn't remember anything.

He attempted to search even deeper, but some screams from the tent brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back towards the sun, it's brilliant rays blinding him, and then to the tent. He sighed and then mumbled, "This is not gonna end well..."

((Sorry, not much to post...))

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shadowsworn

OOC: I appologize if this post isn't up to standard, I have a horrible flu today and I can't concentrate. *sneezes 20 times*

Alyssa nodded, and began moving around the tent. She tried to avoid meeting the gazes of the injured all around her. This place made her feel claustrophobic. If she closed her eyes, she knew that she would see the dark room with the faded cloth curtains and bare dirty walls, where a part of her life died.

It felt good to have something to do, to keep her focused, to keep her alive. She dumped the pile of assorted weapons (a few daggers, one of them notched, ten swords, and two crossbows with twenty bolts apiece.) near the rest of the Hedge Knights, and began sorting through them for anything to add to her own weaponry.

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Xenonight2

Dolosus turned and eyed Tylina up and down. Then he nodded.

"Go over to the weapon pile and, if you're a good shot, a crossbow and twenty bolts, or just get a sword and a shield and jump into the fray with us." He turned around suddenly. "Jallas! You hang back and use your bow. Choose your shots carefully and aim for whoever seems to be giving orders. We can stop the raid quickly if we decapitate it. Alyssa, Jamas! Each of you, pick up a shield in case of a ranged attack. They're probably going to have archers with burning arrows. Jallas! I'm going to be hanging back with you when they first crest the dunes with a crossbow and five bolts. I'll shoot at their bulk. I'll be on the east side of the tent in case they flank us, you'll be immediately outside of the tent entrance. Alyssa, Jamas, you'll be with me. Are we clear?"

Dolosus took a deep breath and picked up a crossbow and a shield. He slung the shield behind his back, and placed the bolt quiver at his hip next to his dagger.

"God be with us."

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Arri

"Yes sir." Ty replied, and smirked as she made her way to the weapon pile, finally! This time she'd have revenge.

Glancing down, she picked up a longsword and sheathed it, "I was wondering what I was missing..." As well as a small round shield, which she slung on her back, "Eh, wouldn't hurt..."

Having finished arming herself, Tylina looked back at Dolosus, "Anything else we should know?"

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Xenonight2

He nodded.

"We stick together and we protect this place. What's your name?"

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Arri

Ty looked back at Dolosus and replied, "My name's Tylina. And understood, lets hope for the best, eh?"

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