--peerless42

"Oh really? I've always had a high opinion of the Dwarves. Git ready ta shake in yer boots!" Safen said with an enthusiastic tone of voice as he gripped the handle of his diamond sword. Forged from the hand of an Ascended Elve, named Thaelen -blessed in the waters of the Tree of Life. He wore an Iron-Mail, leather gauntlets, and iron buckler with chain-mail leggings; and diamond boots. Safen stood next to a pile of glass cubes, he smirked at the fierce dwarf --eyeing him with the gaze of a raptor. Then it happened his blade pulled free as a sound unlike steel echoed in the air. The General bent at the knee's eyeing Garue's axe -knowing it was a tricky weapon to counter. Safen moved to where his buckler faced Garue, and his sword remained back in his right hand. The Dwarf had the advantage of strength, though speed-wise they had surprising mobility. Stamina would play into this, as Safen knew he was balanced in that aspect -as all humans would be. (Stamina: 100)

(Ready when you are, friend.)

(Sure thing, I don't mind it.)

(Please refrain from interrupting any bouts from the first challenge to the finish. Anyone is welcome to post an intro. Remember to post character information, weapons, armor, skills, and notable information. And remember the steps of T1'ing as best you can. Please refrain from interrupting matches, and wait for each challenge to end. Matches are not considered a Death Match, and should be considered a spar. I will even concede my first introduction, and allow potential challengers to start in an area of Aegis of their choosing. Thank you.)

Great news everyone, through the efforts of yours truly. Corporal Rattalyn is returned to us, that is all.

(My power is knowing evil, and their train of thought. It comes in handy when dealing with the bad-boys/girls of Aegis.)

-Still has the lowest score in all of Aegis.-

-A raven drops notes to all of the current FoA Members throughout the day.- All Followers of Aeriel are to report back to the Sages Keep in the Northern Wilds. A structure of an ominous nature is being constructed in close proximity to the Keep. We will be closely monitoring the construction said building. That is all. -General Safen

Accepted.

My score: 1, Not a Mary Sue in the least.

A note to ooc information, due to the influence of the Undead and their ilk the Black Hand. Safen is now working out an Alliance with the Teutonic Order. Updates will be made on a need-to-know basis to all officers and soldiers within the clan. We are opposed to the Black Hand, and the Undead, as such we will not harbor the Black Cross any ill feelings. As such the FoA will not be seeking to promote blood-shed among the living of Aegis. This Alliance will only apply towards rooting out the Undead, and their supporters; that is all.

Call the target. Inhale. Release. Exhale. Safen aimed the bow for Shoi's legs little did he know she was about to whip him with flame. His eyes widened in shock at the daunting magical weapon she called. There was no time, he released the arrow as the air crackled with heat and force. He ricocheted the arrow off the pavement, the arrow flexed at the shaft -then shot towards Shoi's left knee. Safen heard the audible snap and crack as the bow was burned and snapped in two. He fell backwards barely out of range of the whip, acting out of preservation, he rolled to the right. Attempting to gain a foot to the ground. An audible metallic sound hit the air as Safen drew his iron-blade from the sheath. A metallic ring blanketed the air -as the sword released. His body felt compressed in the armor, as he tried to put distance away from her. In all due hope that he could outlast in the cumbersome mail. This would now become a battle of endurance, and tact. However much distance he put -he never took his gaze off of her for an instant.

The arrow notched, Safen would take little time to allow her the satisfaction of praying to Aeriel. There was no time to be praying when killing was concerned. It might seem cold and un-sympathetic. But when in combat there was only one course of action in battles and war -kill or die. Firing the arrow at her right wrist he hoped to disable one hand -that one less ligament be used against him. Notching another arrow as he charged perilously close to her he kept his wits about him. She stalled -he expected her to Blink as he had seldom seen before. Despite the fact that he knew it to possible of her. He didn't underestimate her, but Safen knew there were limits to her divine gift.

The arrow had been stopped by the astounding concentration of the lady. Even as Safen notched another arrow he barely had enough time to call the target. An arc of wind heaved at him with concentrated force. Bending at the knee's he put his shoulder into the arc, iron plating rattled as his eyes closed. He nearly lost his footing beneath him as he was pushed back. Safen notched another arrow breathed a tired sigh and charged. Reaching behind as he notched another arrow to the lowered bow. His teeth clenched he saved the arrow for a formulated strategy. Knowing the risk of attacking her full frontal -seemed ludicrous. However Safen rarely acted without thinking first. Arrows: 62

"So we shall, Lady Shoi.." Hesitation gripped his bones as the wind danced around his body. Slowly he sought the calm of determination, and savagery of combat. Albeit against an Ascended, he couldn't even begin to imagine the battle he was in for. His mortal weapons were made to fend off against steel, against the magic, they held as much chance as that of an fly trying to land on Iblees himself. Then it happened -his face became focused with purpose. Lifting the bow quickly he shot an arrow straight for her chest. As he let the shot fire he immediately became mobile -sprinting to the left he would try to outrun the magic, and flank her. Maybe if he got close enough the fires of hell - she was sure to unleash would prove detrimental if he moved in close enough.

Safen stood in the courtyard of the Sages Keep, Chain-Mail Boots, Iron Leggings, and an Iron Chest-Plate. The weather was cold, despite the fact that the grass was greener here. Safen gripped the Iron Blade and in its sheath, holding his bow in his left hand. He looked the short distance ahead of him and remained calm. His expression remained solid, as his eyes thinned into a raptor gaze. At this distance he felt positively overwhelmed, so close to the magic, he felt tiny. Reaching for an arrow, Safen notched an arrow to his lowered bow, he didn't feel intimidated -but he felt the size of an ant at the moment.

( -1, Keep it to yourself..)

Accepted.

Honorably accepted, welcome to the FoA, friend.

Forgive the short changing of the ranks list, I'll have Willy get on it as soon as possible. In the mean-time this is to find who is still interested. And motivated to be in the FoA, we mean no harm in doing the change-up like this. Anyways if you keep up with this thread, we'll let you back in.

You and Maur both were demoted two ranks, Maur knows ic'ly. You don't, when we have everyone together tomorrow -a tribunal will be held to sort out the what's what's and, who's who. Because at this angle it's a mess. When we have all the facts straight, I will make my decision as to what will happen.