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» PLAYER INFORMATION
Player NAME: Eric
Current AGE: 27
Personal JOURNAL: None
IM & SERVICE: TenshiKain on AIM. (Hoo, you make a screenname when you're 14 and high on Vision of Escaflowne and Final Fantasy IV, and you just never let it go.)
Player PLURK: N/A
Current CHARACTERS: N/A
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Agrias Oaks
Canon & MEDIUM: Final Fantasy Tactics (video game, 1997)
Canon PULL-POINT: Chapter 4, en route to the final battle at the Graveyard of Airships
Character AGE: 24
Character ABILITIES: Agrias is a baptized Holy Knight of the Glabados Church, a class of knight that specializes in channeling holy energy through swords and directing them at an enemy with five signature strokes of the blade. These manifest visually as "energy swords", blasts of holy power that resemble enormous blades phasing in and out of existence. Agrias can inflict them upon one or multiple enemies, depending on her position. Despite being able to cause mystical effects, the strokes themselves are not magical, calling on some other, unknown power to register as physical damage. (In the interest of creative limitation, she probably won't be able to spam the Holy Sword without exhausting herself, and will conduct most of her battles with swordplay.)
Even without her Holy Sword techniques, Agrias is a strong, agile woman in her prime, and an accomplished swordswoman who can handle herself with or without a shield. She's fought in all conditions of weather, lighting, and terrain. She's fought wounded, poisoned, outnumbered, and alone. And despite hailing from a Middle Ages setting, she's even gone up against gunfighters and the occasional robot.
Agrias mastered the arts of White Magic during her journeys with Ramza and can serve as a magical healer, able to heal wounds ranging from minimal to life-threatening. However, the effectiveness of her magic is conditioned on the personal faith of both herself and the person she's trying to heal. Essentially, the magic is less effective on someone who doesn't believe it can help (or harm) them.
Her mental composure as a warrior is also worth mention. Agrias has seen, fought, and killed not only other people, but ghosts, the undead, and archdemons out of myth and legend. She's not likely to panic in the face of even the most supernatural threat, and will engage it with confidence that it can be killed.
Character HISTORY: A Holy Knight of the royal guard of Ivalice, Agrias was the sworn sword of Princess Ovelia Atkascha and, later, a stalwart ally of Ramza Beoulve during his journey to uncover the truth behind the War of the Lions.
Not much is known about her life before knighthood, but she was probably born in Lesalia, where she advanced to the royal guard of Ivalice, the Lionsguard. As concern for Princess Ovelia's safety grew in the succession crisis following King Ondoria III's death, Agrias was dispatched to Orbonne Monastery to guard the princess. Her sympathy for the princess' secluded life led them to grow close as friends, but in time, Duke Larg's Order of the Northern Sky dispatched a mercenary force led by Goffard Gaffgarion to provide additional protection for the Princess. Agrias took an immediate disliking to Gaffgarion, although she took notice of his fellow mercenary, a young man called Ramza Lugria.
On the eve they were to escort the Princess back to the Imperial Capital, however, Agrias and the others were ambushed by a group of knights apparently sent by Duke Goltanna, Larg's rival for the regency of Ivalice. Agrias, Gaffgarion, and Ramza were able to rout them, but during the battle, a lone knight - Delita Heiral - crept into the monastery and abducted the Princess. Agrias and her allies gave chase, eventually catching up to Delita and rescuing the Princess, despite being betrayed by Gaffgarion in the process and discovering that Larg himself was behind the attempt on the Princess' life.
With Larg's knights at their heels, Agrias and Ramza decided to take the Princess to Lionel, the domain of Cardinal Delacroix and the (seemingly) neutral Glabados Church. Along the way, they encountered a young engineer named Mustadio, on the run from a notorious trading company in Lionel for unknown reasons. Despite Agrias' misgivings, they took Mustadio into their party and continued to Lionel Castle, where Delacroix allowed them into his keeping. The Cardinal assured them he would expose those seeking the Princess' life, and protect her from any harm. He also promised Mustadio protection from his pursuers, and it was there that they discovered what Mustadio held: Taurus, one of the legendary Zodiac Brave crystals.
However, no sooner had Ramza and Mustadio departed for the city of Goug than Delacroix imprisoned Agrias and Ovelia, revealing himself to be in alliance with Delita, Gaffgarion, and a Knight Templar named Vormav. Delacroix announced he would have Ovelia executed. Agrias was able to escape, but was hounded from the castle before she could rescue Ovelia, and hunted into a nearby valley. Fortunately, Ramza and Mustadio crossed her path, and they were able to fight their way to the site where Ovelia was to be executed - where Gaffgarion was waiting. The "Princess" turned out to be a decoy, and the execution meant to draw Agrias and Ramza into a trap.
During the following battle, Agrias discovered that Ramza was, in fact, a son of House Beoulve - a noble family serving Duke Larg, and whose eldest son was the man who had ordered the attempt on Ovelia's life at the monastery. Ramza insisted he was nothing like his brothers, and Agrias assured him that he had long since won her trust.
Agrias and Ramza won the fight, but Gaffgarion fled back to Lionel Castle. Hurrying back, they met the sellsword in battle once more at the castle gate, where they finally slew him. Confronting Delacroix afterward, Agrias found that Ovelia was being taken to Goltanna, there to be his pawn to assert a claim for the regency of Ivalice. The Cardinal then took up the Zodiac Brave, Scorpio, and invoked its power to become one of the Lucavi - the feared archdemons of Ivalician legend. Although Ramza and Agrias won that hellish battle, it was too late to keep Ovelia from being taken to the Duke.
With nowhere else to turn, and the Princess hundreds of miles away, Agrias chose to remain with Ramza and his group. She was helpless to stop the civil war that broke out in Ovelia's name, and profoundly affected by what they had seen the Cardinal become. It was now clear that a much darker force worked behind the scenes in Ivalice's hierarchy, fomenting "the War of the Lions", but neither she nor Ramza could discern its purpose. The rest of their adventure together would be spent unraveling the mystery, and bringing an end to those responsible.
Character PERSONALITY: Agrias is the classic knight of Ivalice: loyal, brave, compassionate, and principled. She believes her responsibility lies in protecting the weak and serving justice. She has an ingrained respect for royalty, her own as well as those of foreign lands. As she has no experience with democracy (or at the very least, has only known life within a feudal monarchy under the yoke of a manipulative and cruel queen), Agrias isn't likely to voice any and all of her opinions, simply because it's not a luxury she's grown up with. That said, she is passionate with her principles and will open up around those she's comfortable with.
Generally not one to seek out a fight, Agrias is also not one to settle for killing as an immediate resort. She's not likely to approve of anyone who delights in pain, torture, or bloody victory. Butchers are no better than cowards in her eyes.
Agrias respects any fellow knight, soldier, or guard who shows integrity; even if not of formal rank, she will respect anyone who shows responsibility for their powers or talents. She despises thieves and oathbreakers. Mercenaries are up in the air with her. Having grown up in the economic malaise of the Fifty Years' War, in a society that has regular need of able warriors, she can understand a fighter selling his skills for a living. However, she'd hold a mercenary to a certain standard of conduct.
More personally, Agrias is generally pleasant. She is well-read and appreciates history, and keeps herself updated on the events of the age. Her life has afforded few comforts, especially after being branded a heretic, but she can still appreciate quiet moments. She is also a woman, not a man in a skirt, and wants to be regarded as a woman - just not when it gets in the way of doing her job.
And she has an appreciation for her own mortality. She isn't reckless with herself. Death feels like something real and final, and whatever lies beyond the veil, Agrias knows the life she has now will pass very quickly on the stage of history. Every day matters. Every day counts.
She can definitely appreciate a good drink at the end of the day. Probably less of a beer stein lady and more for a glass of pinot noir - aged with oak, naturally.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: A cruciform longsword, which she'll note is similar to a Runeblade from her own world - sturdy and sharp, light enough for one hand but wonderfully balanced for two.
Chosen SKILLSET: Agrias is primarily a fighter and well-suited to missions requiring open combat. With a secondary focus in White Magic, she can also serve as a medic when needed.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [The image opens on a very unkempt blonde woman in armor, hair tousled as if just risen from sleep and cheeks covered in the dust of a long day's march - and the screen is wobbling erratically enough to potentially touch on minor motion sickness. The woman is clearly shaking her notebook, a puzzled frown filling the screen when the image stops long enough to capture it.]
- not yet convinced I shouldn't put my sword through this- oh?
[The image finally halts in its motions, and sharpens as the woman tilts her head and draws the notebook closer to her face. She looks as if she's watching a kitten play a harp, but gathers enough composure to speak.]
Hello, I...think?
If you can hear this, you will have to forgive my confusion. I'm talking into a book. For all I've heard of world governments and temporal warfare, talking into a book is still the strangest thing about this place. I'm - that is, my name is Agrias Oaks, a knight of...ah, I suppose you would not know it. I am now a knight of the Initiative, then. I suppose.
[Her voice carries a touch of hollow finality to it, and it does not escape her notice. Agrias lets out a breath through her nose.]
I will not lie. I've still not quite found my bearings, and my questions grow by the hour. I'm not sure who best to direct them to. It seems there will be time enough for all of them, but even so, I do have a large one.
[Agrias is seen to reach down to her right side, her face temporarily replaced by her left pauldron. There comes a sound like the rustling of a paper bag, and then she sits up again, her free hand reaching out - and half the screen is suddenly filled with a large, warm, circular piece of oven-baked goodness.]
Would any of you be so kind as to tell me what a "bagel" is?
Third PERSON:
"Throw down your sword, you are beaten!" the Nightblade shouts at her, and her body would almost have it so. Her left knee is warm and wet where she's fallen to it, the arrowhead still a piercing flame there, and the summoner's lightning still seems to reverberate against her ribs. The worst is her shoulder, where Isilud's leaping strike nearly laid her sword arm open to the elbow. The library swims before her, a candlelit haze of timelessness. Behind the large bookcases at her back, she can hear Ramza and the others fighting hard, fighting to catch up - but with Isilud here, crouching for another deadly leap, they will not reach her in time.
Once again, at the brink of death.
Agrias' eyes find a place beyond the Templar's, and her breath becomes a slow, distant rumble of thunder in her ears. The brink has never been a foreign realm to her, but a land she still inhabits, and the horizon is darker every time she looks.
Her head sinks past her shoulders. She has been ready since knighthood to one day meet that sunless horizon. It would not be so hard. Especially now, after Lionel. After the outbreak of the war. After so many nights of sleepless quiet, knowing that out there, men still die for her name - and all because Agrias had failed her a second time.
For Agrias, that failure has not vanished into memory. The arrow in her knee, the shock in her chest, the blood running down her shoulder - every spark of pain, from now until the last she ever feels - they are all the same wound, simply making itself known to her body. The wound of her life.
But...
She closes her eyes, and narrows them when they reopen, cutting through the fog of battle. Agrias puts her swordpoint to the floor, and forces herself to stand.
Wounded, beaten, failed -
But not done.
Isilud looks shocked to see her lift her greatsword, and level it unwaveringly at his face. "I have already known my greatest defeat, Templar," Agrias says, knitting steel plate into her voice. "But my life is another's, and my death is not for you!"
He huffs, and for a moment she can see the clash of reluctance and frustration in his eyes. A better man than he believes, or they deserve. Even so, he sinks down into that coeurl's crouch again, the platinum blade in his hand gathering its ghostly gleam. The bookshelf shudders as he springs, and then he isn't even traceable anymore, vanishing into the darkness above. As before, his dragoon training will bear him down with the speed of a steelhawk, and this time, he means to put her down for good.
Agrias puts one foot back, and angles her sword high over her wounded shoulder. Warm blood drips to the library floor at her feet. The air scatters. The Nightblade is almost upon her.
And she remembers golden hair, a sad smile, and a blade of grass.
My life, she thinks, is another's.
"Agrias!" she hears Ramza shout, and Isilud lunges from the dark above, an invisible howl of steel -
- and then the lightning comes for him.
Agrias cleaves the air and her ears throb with thunder, light exploding around her body as she shapes the Holy Sword. The Templar is thrown back in midair with a shout, voltage chewing at the joints of his pauldrons and a streak of bright red painted across his brow. He crashes into the same bookshelf, and goes down in a landslide of tomes and dust. He comes up coughing, blinking back shock.
Just as well - her legs have gone to rubber, and fatigue is trying to drag her every muscle down with mythril hooks...but even so, Agrias draws her breath and falls back into guard. Because it will not end here, at a Templar's sword. Nor by magefire. Nor by hellfire.
My life is another's, she remembers. And the wound of her life still has blood to shed.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
N/A
Player NAME: Eric
Current AGE: 27
Personal JOURNAL: None
IM & SERVICE: TenshiKain on AIM. (Hoo, you make a screenname when you're 14 and high on Vision of Escaflowne and Final Fantasy IV, and you just never let it go.)
Player PLURK: N/A
Current CHARACTERS: N/A
» CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character NAME: Agrias Oaks
Canon & MEDIUM: Final Fantasy Tactics (video game, 1997)
Canon PULL-POINT: Chapter 4, en route to the final battle at the Graveyard of Airships
Character AGE: 24
Character ABILITIES: Agrias is a baptized Holy Knight of the Glabados Church, a class of knight that specializes in channeling holy energy through swords and directing them at an enemy with five signature strokes of the blade. These manifest visually as "energy swords", blasts of holy power that resemble enormous blades phasing in and out of existence. Agrias can inflict them upon one or multiple enemies, depending on her position. Despite being able to cause mystical effects, the strokes themselves are not magical, calling on some other, unknown power to register as physical damage. (In the interest of creative limitation, she probably won't be able to spam the Holy Sword without exhausting herself, and will conduct most of her battles with swordplay.)
Even without her Holy Sword techniques, Agrias is a strong, agile woman in her prime, and an accomplished swordswoman who can handle herself with or without a shield. She's fought in all conditions of weather, lighting, and terrain. She's fought wounded, poisoned, outnumbered, and alone. And despite hailing from a Middle Ages setting, she's even gone up against gunfighters and the occasional robot.
Agrias mastered the arts of White Magic during her journeys with Ramza and can serve as a magical healer, able to heal wounds ranging from minimal to life-threatening. However, the effectiveness of her magic is conditioned on the personal faith of both herself and the person she's trying to heal. Essentially, the magic is less effective on someone who doesn't believe it can help (or harm) them.
Her mental composure as a warrior is also worth mention. Agrias has seen, fought, and killed not only other people, but ghosts, the undead, and archdemons out of myth and legend. She's not likely to panic in the face of even the most supernatural threat, and will engage it with confidence that it can be killed.
Character HISTORY: A Holy Knight of the royal guard of Ivalice, Agrias was the sworn sword of Princess Ovelia Atkascha and, later, a stalwart ally of Ramza Beoulve during his journey to uncover the truth behind the War of the Lions.
Not much is known about her life before knighthood, but she was probably born in Lesalia, where she advanced to the royal guard of Ivalice, the Lionsguard. As concern for Princess Ovelia's safety grew in the succession crisis following King Ondoria III's death, Agrias was dispatched to Orbonne Monastery to guard the princess. Her sympathy for the princess' secluded life led them to grow close as friends, but in time, Duke Larg's Order of the Northern Sky dispatched a mercenary force led by Goffard Gaffgarion to provide additional protection for the Princess. Agrias took an immediate disliking to Gaffgarion, although she took notice of his fellow mercenary, a young man called Ramza Lugria.
On the eve they were to escort the Princess back to the Imperial Capital, however, Agrias and the others were ambushed by a group of knights apparently sent by Duke Goltanna, Larg's rival for the regency of Ivalice. Agrias, Gaffgarion, and Ramza were able to rout them, but during the battle, a lone knight - Delita Heiral - crept into the monastery and abducted the Princess. Agrias and her allies gave chase, eventually catching up to Delita and rescuing the Princess, despite being betrayed by Gaffgarion in the process and discovering that Larg himself was behind the attempt on the Princess' life.
With Larg's knights at their heels, Agrias and Ramza decided to take the Princess to Lionel, the domain of Cardinal Delacroix and the (seemingly) neutral Glabados Church. Along the way, they encountered a young engineer named Mustadio, on the run from a notorious trading company in Lionel for unknown reasons. Despite Agrias' misgivings, they took Mustadio into their party and continued to Lionel Castle, where Delacroix allowed them into his keeping. The Cardinal assured them he would expose those seeking the Princess' life, and protect her from any harm. He also promised Mustadio protection from his pursuers, and it was there that they discovered what Mustadio held: Taurus, one of the legendary Zodiac Brave crystals.
However, no sooner had Ramza and Mustadio departed for the city of Goug than Delacroix imprisoned Agrias and Ovelia, revealing himself to be in alliance with Delita, Gaffgarion, and a Knight Templar named Vormav. Delacroix announced he would have Ovelia executed. Agrias was able to escape, but was hounded from the castle before she could rescue Ovelia, and hunted into a nearby valley. Fortunately, Ramza and Mustadio crossed her path, and they were able to fight their way to the site where Ovelia was to be executed - where Gaffgarion was waiting. The "Princess" turned out to be a decoy, and the execution meant to draw Agrias and Ramza into a trap.
During the following battle, Agrias discovered that Ramza was, in fact, a son of House Beoulve - a noble family serving Duke Larg, and whose eldest son was the man who had ordered the attempt on Ovelia's life at the monastery. Ramza insisted he was nothing like his brothers, and Agrias assured him that he had long since won her trust.
Agrias and Ramza won the fight, but Gaffgarion fled back to Lionel Castle. Hurrying back, they met the sellsword in battle once more at the castle gate, where they finally slew him. Confronting Delacroix afterward, Agrias found that Ovelia was being taken to Goltanna, there to be his pawn to assert a claim for the regency of Ivalice. The Cardinal then took up the Zodiac Brave, Scorpio, and invoked its power to become one of the Lucavi - the feared archdemons of Ivalician legend. Although Ramza and Agrias won that hellish battle, it was too late to keep Ovelia from being taken to the Duke.
With nowhere else to turn, and the Princess hundreds of miles away, Agrias chose to remain with Ramza and his group. She was helpless to stop the civil war that broke out in Ovelia's name, and profoundly affected by what they had seen the Cardinal become. It was now clear that a much darker force worked behind the scenes in Ivalice's hierarchy, fomenting "the War of the Lions", but neither she nor Ramza could discern its purpose. The rest of their adventure together would be spent unraveling the mystery, and bringing an end to those responsible.
Character PERSONALITY: Agrias is the classic knight of Ivalice: loyal, brave, compassionate, and principled. She believes her responsibility lies in protecting the weak and serving justice. She has an ingrained respect for royalty, her own as well as those of foreign lands. As she has no experience with democracy (or at the very least, has only known life within a feudal monarchy under the yoke of a manipulative and cruel queen), Agrias isn't likely to voice any and all of her opinions, simply because it's not a luxury she's grown up with. That said, she is passionate with her principles and will open up around those she's comfortable with.
Generally not one to seek out a fight, Agrias is also not one to settle for killing as an immediate resort. She's not likely to approve of anyone who delights in pain, torture, or bloody victory. Butchers are no better than cowards in her eyes.
Agrias respects any fellow knight, soldier, or guard who shows integrity; even if not of formal rank, she will respect anyone who shows responsibility for their powers or talents. She despises thieves and oathbreakers. Mercenaries are up in the air with her. Having grown up in the economic malaise of the Fifty Years' War, in a society that has regular need of able warriors, she can understand a fighter selling his skills for a living. However, she'd hold a mercenary to a certain standard of conduct.
More personally, Agrias is generally pleasant. She is well-read and appreciates history, and keeps herself updated on the events of the age. Her life has afforded few comforts, especially after being branded a heretic, but she can still appreciate quiet moments. She is also a woman, not a man in a skirt, and wants to be regarded as a woman - just not when it gets in the way of doing her job.
And she has an appreciation for her own mortality. She isn't reckless with herself. Death feels like something real and final, and whatever lies beyond the veil, Agrias knows the life she has now will pass very quickly on the stage of history. Every day matters. Every day counts.
She can definitely appreciate a good drink at the end of the day. Probably less of a beer stein lady and more for a glass of pinot noir - aged with oak, naturally.
» EXSILIUM INFORMATION
Chosen WEAPON: A cruciform longsword, which she'll note is similar to a Runeblade from her own world - sturdy and sharp, light enough for one hand but wonderfully balanced for two.
Chosen SKILLSET: Agrias is primarily a fighter and well-suited to missions requiring open combat. With a secondary focus in White Magic, she can also serve as a medic when needed.
» SAMPLES
First PERSON: [The image opens on a very unkempt blonde woman in armor, hair tousled as if just risen from sleep and cheeks covered in the dust of a long day's march - and the screen is wobbling erratically enough to potentially touch on minor motion sickness. The woman is clearly shaking her notebook, a puzzled frown filling the screen when the image stops long enough to capture it.]
- not yet convinced I shouldn't put my sword through this- oh?
[The image finally halts in its motions, and sharpens as the woman tilts her head and draws the notebook closer to her face. She looks as if she's watching a kitten play a harp, but gathers enough composure to speak.]
Hello, I...think?
If you can hear this, you will have to forgive my confusion. I'm talking into a book. For all I've heard of world governments and temporal warfare, talking into a book is still the strangest thing about this place. I'm - that is, my name is Agrias Oaks, a knight of...ah, I suppose you would not know it. I am now a knight of the Initiative, then. I suppose.
[Her voice carries a touch of hollow finality to it, and it does not escape her notice. Agrias lets out a breath through her nose.]
I will not lie. I've still not quite found my bearings, and my questions grow by the hour. I'm not sure who best to direct them to. It seems there will be time enough for all of them, but even so, I do have a large one.
[Agrias is seen to reach down to her right side, her face temporarily replaced by her left pauldron. There comes a sound like the rustling of a paper bag, and then she sits up again, her free hand reaching out - and half the screen is suddenly filled with a large, warm, circular piece of oven-baked goodness.]
Would any of you be so kind as to tell me what a "bagel" is?
Third PERSON:
"Throw down your sword, you are beaten!" the Nightblade shouts at her, and her body would almost have it so. Her left knee is warm and wet where she's fallen to it, the arrowhead still a piercing flame there, and the summoner's lightning still seems to reverberate against her ribs. The worst is her shoulder, where Isilud's leaping strike nearly laid her sword arm open to the elbow. The library swims before her, a candlelit haze of timelessness. Behind the large bookcases at her back, she can hear Ramza and the others fighting hard, fighting to catch up - but with Isilud here, crouching for another deadly leap, they will not reach her in time.
Once again, at the brink of death.
Agrias' eyes find a place beyond the Templar's, and her breath becomes a slow, distant rumble of thunder in her ears. The brink has never been a foreign realm to her, but a land she still inhabits, and the horizon is darker every time she looks.
Her head sinks past her shoulders. She has been ready since knighthood to one day meet that sunless horizon. It would not be so hard. Especially now, after Lionel. After the outbreak of the war. After so many nights of sleepless quiet, knowing that out there, men still die for her name - and all because Agrias had failed her a second time.
For Agrias, that failure has not vanished into memory. The arrow in her knee, the shock in her chest, the blood running down her shoulder - every spark of pain, from now until the last she ever feels - they are all the same wound, simply making itself known to her body. The wound of her life.
But...
She closes her eyes, and narrows them when they reopen, cutting through the fog of battle. Agrias puts her swordpoint to the floor, and forces herself to stand.
Wounded, beaten, failed -
But not done.
Isilud looks shocked to see her lift her greatsword, and level it unwaveringly at his face. "I have already known my greatest defeat, Templar," Agrias says, knitting steel plate into her voice. "But my life is another's, and my death is not for you!"
He huffs, and for a moment she can see the clash of reluctance and frustration in his eyes. A better man than he believes, or they deserve. Even so, he sinks down into that coeurl's crouch again, the platinum blade in his hand gathering its ghostly gleam. The bookshelf shudders as he springs, and then he isn't even traceable anymore, vanishing into the darkness above. As before, his dragoon training will bear him down with the speed of a steelhawk, and this time, he means to put her down for good.
Agrias puts one foot back, and angles her sword high over her wounded shoulder. Warm blood drips to the library floor at her feet. The air scatters. The Nightblade is almost upon her.
And she remembers golden hair, a sad smile, and a blade of grass.
My life, she thinks, is another's.
"Agrias!" she hears Ramza shout, and Isilud lunges from the dark above, an invisible howl of steel -
- and then the lightning comes for him.
Agrias cleaves the air and her ears throb with thunder, light exploding around her body as she shapes the Holy Sword. The Templar is thrown back in midair with a shout, voltage chewing at the joints of his pauldrons and a streak of bright red painted across his brow. He crashes into the same bookshelf, and goes down in a landslide of tomes and dust. He comes up coughing, blinking back shock.
Just as well - her legs have gone to rubber, and fatigue is trying to drag her every muscle down with mythril hooks...but even so, Agrias draws her breath and falls back into guard. Because it will not end here, at a Templar's sword. Nor by magefire. Nor by hellfire.
My life is another's, she remembers. And the wound of her life still has blood to shed.
» ADDITIONAL NOTES
N/A
