Attack on the Kingdom of Sand

[alittlebitesper]

Characters: Terra, Edgar, Sabin, Ashe, Rasler, Locke, Celes
Progress: In-Progress
Summary: The Silver Dragons Attack Figaro
Location: Figaro and South Figaro
Date: May 1st
Warnings: Violence!

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[hi_no_dansu]

Sabin was meditating in the north-eastern parapet of the castle when the clanking of armour came to his ears. The sun had begun to rise in the west but it vanished as soon as it appeared which was peculiar. Blue eyes cracked open instantly before the blond was rising to his feet. Something felt amiss to the monk as he walked quickly to greet the guard

[sonoffigaro]

His sleep abruptly disturbed by the door of his room bursting open, Edgar did what any other King would have done.

Pull the pillow over his head and groan. There were times he really missed Roland, and this was one of them - he had yet to find anyone with the natural combination of a will of steel and a great deal of patience to fill his missing chancellor's place. The guards would constantly wake him at unearthly hours for the smallest things, convinced somehow that he wanted to have complete control over his domain.

Absolutely not, but they wouldn't listen.

"Sire! Sire! It's urgent!" The guard actually dropped his spear as he ran across the room, and Edgar sat up, dropping the pillow and opening his mouth to give this one a piece of his mind - right as the guard reached the window and ripped the curtains open. The dragons were clearly silhouetted against the sun at that point, wings flapping, closer and closer.

Edgar could only stare as the guard began babbling, taking one second to just comprehend the scene before him, then

I'm going to pretend she arrived just the previous night...

[magitekrune]

[OOC: and late enough that people can either have known she was there or be surprised. Your choice!]Celes was a light sleeper. She always had been. It was the mark of her soldier training, after all. A good general couldn't keep track of her army if she wasn't aware of things around her, but neither could she if she was jumping and waking at every little thing. Somehow her body had adjusted over the years to wake her up only for important things. So when she awoke that morning, she knew immediately that something was wrong. Even though she couldn't hear anything, her senses were screaming. Slowly, she slid out of bed and got dressed, taking care not to make a sound and to don as much armor as she could reasonably handle. Once that was done, she picked up her sword and the shield that Terra had given her for her birthday. She had a sneaking suspicion that the present was going to see some serious use today

[alittlebitesper]

Whatever Terra and her father were accomplishing up in the sky, it didn't seem to be putting any sort of a dent in the dragons numbers. Although it was obvious they were accomplishing something.

A number of the silver dragons were dropping down into the desert, dead, and a few more on the castle itself. Although not all of these were dead, several of them just appeared to be badly injured, their silver feathers covered in magic burns and claw and teeth marks. One of them even landed smack in the middle of the courtyard, one wing shattered, and let out a roar as it dried to keep itself upright.

[ It occurs to me that with Terra up in the sky, she doesn't actually get to interact much. Boo. So here, have some injured dragons to play with!]

[mademyresolve]

Being awake early enough to catch the sun's first rays was no rarity; with a four-month old child to care for, Ashe was becoming as familiar with the sunrise as hot, desert sands. After her recovery, the princess and her family had made a return to Figaro, since that was the place which reminded them most of home, to which they had sworn alliegance even if the true ruler was rightly and competently upon his throne

[mademyresolve]

Ashe had stood, watched in statue-like silence the entire time the prince's armour was adorned. Once more she was to endure him going to battle, made to wait whilst his life was placed in peril. Despite her fears fuelled by echoes of the past she only watched on with concerned, gray eyes. Let me fight by your side. I can wield a blade as ably as any Knight of Dalmasca, as any man. They hail me as a warrior queen - allow me to prove myself once more.People were suffering, the castle endangered yet Ashe inwardly challenged those instincts to take up a blade. As a mother, the welfare of her child came above all else. Rather she focused on her beloved Shain, contentedly mumbling at her shoulder and the powerful desire to defend him which existed ever since his birth. And protect him she would, with her very life

[notathiefcole]

Locke was still awake when dawn broke. Such was the life of a thief, sticking to the shadows. Hearing a rumble, he looked up to the dragons in time to watch as Terra flew off to meet them head on. How was he supposed to protect her when she was so reckless as to attack alone?

It was only then that he saw her Father rising with her. Confident that Maduin would keep her safe, he focused on finding a vantage point to wage his attack from. His ears perked up when he heard a voice screaming for her Mother. Setting off at a sprint, he saw a petrified little girl staring at a dragon. Sparing no moment for thoughts he flung his boomerang towards the beast as he hollered for the girl to get inside.

[notathiefcole]

Locke knew it was a suicide mission, but he couldn't bear the thought of the girl being harmed. He yelled in Rasler's direction, "Get her out of here. I can hold this thing off." Without waiting for Rasler's approval, Locke dove onto the back of the dragon and plunged his dagger as far as he could. The dragon's blood began to flow, burning the thief's hand. Determination was all that kept him holding on amongst the pain. "I'll not have another girl's blood on me!"

A bit later

[alittlebitesper]

While Terra and her father had obviously been doing a number on the dragons at first, judging by the injured and dead creatures that had been falling out of the sky, their numbers had tapered off as the battle went on. Her father had vanished nearly five minutes ago now, and Terra could feel her energy beginning to fade. She hadn't stayed transformed this long since she had arrived on Gaia, she hadn't even been certain she could, but with the swarm attacking Figaro she certainly couldn't stop to worry about it. She was dotted with little injuries, a cut here, a bruise there, and her right eye was now swollen shut, the purple a rather strange contrast to her pink skin, but she was still able to fight.

She was maybe three hundred feet above the castle when she landed on the back of a swooping dragon, digging the claws from her hands and feet into the beasts back and ignoring its wail of pain. Once her pink palms were sufficiently flush she cast a fire spell inside the beast, the flame boiling through it and bursting out its chest, and

Re: A bit later

[sonoffigaro]

And it landed, preparing to sink at least one set of pointed implements into the esper girl

[alittlebitesper]

Terra was perfectly still until Edgar picked her up, at which point she gave a startled moan of pain and surprise, and her good eye opened for a moment to stare up at him. His hands and arms and probably his clothing would be receiving quite a treatment of blood from her back, probably.

"M-sorry..." she mumbled, trying to lift her injured arm, but after a second it dropped back down limp again and her eye closed once more. And she was back to being unconscious.

[sonoffigaro]

It was a good thing blood washed off armor easily, then - he'd came out in the full rig, and was incredibly glad he had.

"Don't try to-" And any order Edgar was about to give was moot; Terra was out again, which was probably for the best. Edgar didn't stop moving, but did try to shift her so he wasn't pressing into her injuries, running as fast as he could without jostling her to where the healers had gathered.

Inside the castle - healing

[mademyresolve]

One by one Figaro's guards, whether by their own will or a barked order, were breaking from their relentless stand against the silver dragons, making a path back into the entrance hall to be healed, bandaged and revitalized

Have a little thief

[notathiefcole]

Locke was being half carried by some guards into the castle. He could be heard from a while away arguing with the guards, "I'm fine! I can still throw my boomerang."

When they arrived, they ushered him over to the appointed bed and left him, running off quickly to attend to more pressing matters. "Fine, fine, but how long is this going to take. I need to protect Figaro."

;)

[mademyresolve]

Ashelia heard the thief's protests above the dragons' roars the moment he was forced to enter. Certainly, he looked worse for wear, yet nothing a curative spell wouldn't overcome. The princess had no opportunity to even give thought to Locke's prior reservations toward her and her husband (if he still felt that way, even).

"The less you protest, the easier this shall be..." Although she greatly wanted to enquire of her prince Ashe held back, approaching the bed and looking to her reluctant patient who definitely needed healing. His hand sported a nasty burn among other lesser injuries and, no doubt, deep fatigue.

[notathiefcole]

Shock shown upon his face as he was escorted to Ashe's presence. Holding up his arm, he resigned himself to a short time away from the battle, "I didn't expect to find you here."

Whatever misconceptions the pair had in their prior meetings, was slowly being washed away with the assistance she was providing Figaro.