Saylen vs. Unknown

[-Calignious]

1. How Many People Total can fight: 2
2. What type of person(s) do you want to fight: Anyone
3. Limitations: Play at your post count, I'll play at mine. Other than that - go crazy xD.

I'll be using my new character Saylen Vanair. If you want to come up with the scenery then go ahead - if not let me do it.

[-Lix]

I'm game, I'll be using a character idea that I have. I will post up in the Draft Area a quick bio of this guy in case you need it. You can go ahead and make the scenery, but make it cool and exciting, don't just have us fighting in a peaceful meadow or a building, have it be spontaneous

[-Calignious]

It's cool you don't have to post it. That way it will be a little bit more interesting xD.
Here's the first post:

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The hollow sound of ringing bells vibrated throughout the camp. Soldiers rushed back and forth like confused ants, and no one knew exactly what they were doing or what was going on. Weapons where being rushed out of the armory in swarms, to the point where it was left completely empty. Some soldiers remained steadily asleep, as if nothing was going on. However, the peace that they were experiencing was only an illusion, and in moments they would be obliterated by a blast of arcane energy.

It was difficult to spot where the cannon shot came from, but the sun was now coming over the horizon. Light started to flood the scene, and it revealed the massive damage the attack caused. Half the camp was left scrambling, and somewhere in the midst stood the respected soldier, Saylen Vanair. He moved through the confusion like a fish, the feeling of panic didn't effect him but he rushed quickly to position. His steel longsword was held tightly in one hand, and the Rose Shield in his left. He pushed around cowardly soldiers as they ran in fear, however he faced danger without hesitation.

Whether he was scared or not was questionable. If he was, he made sure that his opponent did not sense it. The first shot was just a warning, and now invaders rushed through the camp. Blasts of elemental energy flooded the camp, and the lone soldier rushed through them miraculously. By now several of the soldiers recovered from the sneak attack and some where fighting back.

Enemies and comrades alike collapsed around the scene, and no one knew where the enemy was coming from or how many of them were here. They remained hidden beneath the mist a quarter mile away. The environment was being used to their advantage. The camp was stationed at the foot of a mountain. Many attackers came down from the rocky slope with ease. Soldiers who fled this way quickly met their deaths. The camp was probably surrounded but nobody could tell. The mountain and surroundings of the outpost was filled with trees and evergreen terrain, which didn't help much with the visibility.

[-Lix]

OoC: Ive decided to just use Lix instead of a custom character. Sorry it took so long to reply

I looked down at the massacre below. Why do humans fight and wage wars? There is no point in it. "So we can have power," they say. Ha! At the end of the day, the King and the Pawn go back in the same box. Still, it is fun to watch mortals annihilate eachother; it passes the time when I have nothing else to do. If humans spent more time trying to make their race better instead of striving to make them extinct, then they would be as great as the Elves.

I was watching to fight from a mountain, in a tree limb high above the ground. Soldiers passed me, oblivious to my presence. A middle-aged cavalry soldier slowly made his way down the mountainside, making sure to stay behind his comrades. The man was obviously their commander; he was covered in ebony armor trimmed with gold. Instead of a helmet, he wore a silver circlet. He was the first human to notice me.

"You there, Aven!" He spoke with a proud and courageous voice, obviously over-confident of his abilities. "Will you aid my men in our struggle? I will reward you for your help."

Without hesitation, I flew down to meet the general. "Struggle? Forgive my disrespect, but it was YOUR men that ambushed those soldiers down there. And yet, their own leader stands back and merely watches this battle, then asks a stranger for help. If you want to help your troops, then go help them yourself, instead of idly sitting back and watching them die. You are no general, you're just a lazy man that is even too proud to use your own feet to walk.

"Actually, I'm going to help your enemies, because I will refuse to watch those men get slaughtered by such a disgraceful commander and his troops." Without waiting for response, I flew away, heading towards the battlefield. I was unable to find any way to discern the two different sides. I decided instead to go after the first man that stood out to me: an average knight with golden hair. He seemed to be the most formidable opponent.

I did not want to fight, but I had to get rid of this rage that built up inside me. It was not good for me to hold in my anger, and that hypocritical man enraged me.

[-Calignious]

Confusion continued to accumulate across the battlefield. No one really knew who the enemy was or where they where coming from. As time passed, the battle almost started to seem senseless. However, it did not have any real effect on the young Vanair knight. He had to begin his concentration on the environment around him. The entire ecosystem was being linked to his body, to the point where everything became clear to him. All of the living and breathing creatures in the area was spiritually connected with his own soul. The layout of the area became clear. Attackers, both hidden and in the open where now seen and it became obvious that they where surrounded.

Running was never an option, and the young soldier kept his ground and his calm. No one in the direct vicinity posed a direct threat to him, but he prepared himself for what was to come. The shield in his left was now raised, and his grip tightened around his hilt.

Finally, he noticed his first opponent of the day. A flying figure off in the distance was coming down from the slopes of the mountain. It was unknown whether he was even apart of the invaders, however he seemed to be enraged with a blood lust and the thrill of battle. He was coming straight for Saylen, and this was obvious. The knight's eyebrows narrowed as he focused on his new target. He kept his feet planted on the ground, and bent them so that he can embrace for any sort of attack. His mind remained at peace, and he called on the spirits of the forest to aid him in battle.

[-Lix]

The man stared at me as I glided down towards him. Landing twenty feet away, I stood there for some time, our eyes remained locked. Finally, I was the one to break the silence. "Are you an invader?"

This man looked somewhat powerful, more so than the others that were engaged in battle around us. Dozens of men ran past us, swinging and hacking at eachother, but everybody seemed oblivious of us. This man....he appeared to be a druid; something about his appearance gave him a 'natural' look. If he was a druid, then he was a Child of the Forest, a Nature Guardian. I was not going to harm someone that showed the same respect towards nature as I do...unless he gave me reason to attack. But if this man is on the defending side, maybe I could assist him in eradicating this camp of its intruders. Funny, a few seconds ago I was ready to kill this man, but now I'm considering him a possible ally.

[-Calignious]

His opponent left his guard down. The knight knew everyone who lived here at the campgrounds, and this guy wasn't one of them. There weren't even any Aven in the ranks. Saylen kept his guard up, and focused his energy around the scene. Sapling plants began to grow around the battlefield, however they where tiny. It would be difficult for anyone to notice them, especially in the heat of battle and for the majority - they remained hidden beneath the grass.

The plants acted as a weed, and spread quite easily, it almost instantly began to reproduce in the area. Although they where so small, they still needed large amounts of water to survive. Therefore, they had extremely long roots that spread around beneath the ground. Each sapling contributed their roots to the battlefield, and they spread out beneath creating a complex system.

The captain's attack would be swift and silent. He gained full control over the roots, and some of them started to slither up to the surface. He remained there not moving, just staring at the Aven. When the time was right he would strike.

In a split second five different roots exploded from the ground, beneath the invader's feet. Each of them had a target on his body, one root was sent to each limb. Saylen tried to manipulate the roots to wrap around his ankles, wrists, and the fifth one would go after his neck from behind. The roots where thick, but they could easily be cut by a sharp blade. Which was why it was important to grab hold of him before he could draw one. Then he would continue his attack, by forcing the him to the ground.

As the roots moved to grapple his opponent, the young knight responded to his question.

"No.. but you are."