Luce watched over the white mage tent, still illusioned in his officer suit, and safe from the antimagic fields. Soon, he saw the person he wanted.

"Halt right there. I am to take this prisoner for special questioning." Luce said, still staying within the tent. Elyse looked up at him, confused, then she noticed his monocle...

"Uhh...ok, where do we go?" One of the men carrying the stretcher said.

"Right over here..." Luce said, leading them to a less occupied part of the tent, then blinding and knocking out both of them.

"So sorry for the delay miss Elyse, but I had to get myself healed up, and retrieve these." Luce said, handing over her guns. She checked them, and was satisfied that they were loaded.

"Now, before we go, we need proper disguises, as I can't cloak in these anti-magic fields they've set up." Luce said, looking around the tent for...and then he saw it. A fresh chest of N"revat uniforms...

It felt good to be beyond the confines of the antimagic field. He carefully scrutinized the nearby Magitek, wondering how best to take it down.

Magic would appear to be useless... they seem to be employing a continuous emanation form of the forcefields I use. Most likely it would negate any magical blast effects too, considering that those tend to be less focused than the various elemental spells.

An idea struck him.

There is a way.

He quickened his steps towards the healing tents. He would need a diversion.

OOC: Bm... She was in the POW camp... I don't exactly know how your guy got there, but her guns would not be in there...

As Dante approached the healing tents, he slowed down.

No... that would be too vile, even for me.

He changed his mind and headed for the CQ tent instead.

OOC: She was in the P.O.W. healing tents, and lets just say he stole the guns while nobody was looking...and are you still Deamon, or is Deamon = Cecil?

OOC: What do you think? Let me give you some facts to help you. Deamon, no idea about past or family, blonde with red eyes. Cecil, son of 6th General guy, brown hair brown eyes.

IC:
Cecil turned around before reaching his seat, putting the bottle of wine back. Doing a quick salute to Ciaran, he turned towards the door. "Well, I shall be going now. I'm going to get my tent set up. Fare well." He waved back at Ciaran while leaving the tent.

Finding the first guard he could, he told him to go set up his tent in a clear area near on the edge of the camp, but near the POW part. After that, he wondered off into the camp, disappearing.

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Deamon, now obviously drunk, staggered out of a tent carrying two bottles of rum. After the battle, he had started a little party inside a couple of tents, where guards came to relax and get drunk, as well as some white mages who didn't follow their oath very well.

With Deamon where a couple of white mages. Each gave Deamon a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to go back to the white mage tents, probably drunk.

OOC: Dante, two questions. What's CQ? And is he still disguesed as a white mage?

OOC: CQ - Central Quarters (IE the equipment store.) And yes, he's still disguised as a WM.

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Whee! Computer access! ^-^ But only for little bits at the time... as I'm busy working on drawing out the first comic for Dragonglove's InuYasha doushinji, and trying to create a D&D/SOLAR char @-@ So much stuff to do...
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Carolina turned back around after a moment, suddenly realizing that Danae wasn't to be seen. "Huh? Where'd she go off to?" She blinked a few times, then made her way into the POW camp, still carrying her armful of potions. "She shouldn't have gotten TOO far..."

When Dezil came out of the meeting with the Mages he was pleased. It would be possible, if complicated, to add in a Rasp Field to the Anti-Magic Generator, and his first apprentices were returning with scrapped Magtek engines that could be put back together to run the new, larger Anti-Magic Field. Suddenly a tired runner came up and said that General Ciaran wanted to see him again. <If he's asking about the generator, it takes a bit longer than this to make one, so I wonder what is going on.> Dezil thought, but thanked the messenger and headed to the general's tent. When he got there he came in and said, "You wanted to see me General?"

"Thank you Luce. Is there a blind somewhere, behind which I could dress. Oh there." Elyse spoke and walked behind a blind.

"This could get exiting. The guns. Have they got ammonition?" Elyse asked Luce.

The tent was slightly shadowy and clamy. There were no other people in it though.

OOC:Did I have the tent with the green glow?

IC: "But how will we explain our... sudden apparance? I know, let's say we are guards. " After saying that Elyse came out from behind the blind. She then walked to a door, to see about the guards.

OOC: Luce, could you please talk instead of Elyse untill I return tomorrow night? Thankyou!

Ciaran nodded to Dezil as the engineer entered, but didn't bother to get up from his chair, where he seemed to be lounging quite comfortably, a small smirk on his face.

"Yes... I did. You see, I just finished interrogating General Clique, and he's informed me that the only way to really attack Rab would be by air. Well... we have an airship sitting on the battlefield, and not just an airship, but an enemy airship. I think if we repaired that, we could get most of our troops onto it, and fly it straight into Rab, and then attack from the inside. Of course, that's only if you can get it working... so, can you?"

Ciaran took another sip calmly, as he waited for Dezil's response.

Seeing that she was pretty much alone now that Danae had left, probably to get a start on handing out potions, Carolina made her way around from tent to tent, handing out the potions that she had.

When she finished, she started back towards her own tent, curiously reaching into her robes and pulling out the note that Arc had given her earlier. She read the note, then pulled out the card which was supposed to grant her leave. "Hmmmm..."

She stared at it for a moment, examining it in everyway that she could. After all, she wouldn't want to try to leave, and hand them a phony card. That would surely piss off someone. After a few minutes, she came to the conclusion that it might not be so bad to at least try, and began to head towards her tent, pocketing the note once more.

OOC: I should mention that he don't forge. He steals. So, odds are that it's stolen, and thus valid.

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She's just being cautious ya know... Making sure that it at least isn't a fake... if it was stolen... Mrrrr... just another reason to get irritated at Arc, but at least good enough for her to get away from the people bossing her around...

OOC: It's a pass to leave the camp, it probably has a name or ID on it or something... Probably a guy

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-_- The worst wouldn't happen to Arc in that case... it'd be Carolina that gets in big trouble, then probably put away for stealing.

OOC: We're in Rab territory, probably middle of no where. Where is she going to go anyway?

OOC: Er...um...I'm assuming the battle was fought near the city. What's the point of fighting for a field? So she would just go there, then to the place Arc specified, and kill him. I mean...oh damn.

IC: Ark was tapping on the table. Where is she? Oh well...guess I can't complain. Just more time until I get viciously gored.

Making it back to her tent, Carolina showed off the little card to the oldest mage there, and with some irritation, she pulled away from the person she was working on, making sure this thing was the real deal.

"Well, I don't know how you got your hands on this, but there isn't much I can do about it. I suppose you need to just show it on your way out so that they don't think you're abandoning your cause." She said in an irritated tone before returning to the wounded man laying on the ground.

Carolina turned and started towards the edge of the N'revat camp, sticking her tongue out a little. "Bleh... at least I won't have to deal with her anymore."

She was promptly stopped at the way out of camp, once again showing off the waiver card that she had been given by Arc. After the guards looked it over as well, they nodded, and stepped out of her way, allowing her to leave.

Once she was a bit away from the camp, she pulled out the note. "I can't believe he's making me come out to some Rab place. If any around here recognize who I'm with, I'm in big trouble. Following the directions on the note, she swiftly made her way to a run down looking bar. (For the sake of plot hole, we'll say it took her a very good bit of walking to get there. So yeah. -_-)

As she walked in, she recoiled in disgust. This was probably the worst place she had ever seen in her life... and all of the men were starting to stare at her. Goddamnit Arc. You better be here... She thought to herself as her eyes shifted around the room quickly, finally finding him sitting alone at a table.

OOC: I would like to note that she (And Arc) would have been jumped by Rab guards and thrown in prison for questioning later...

OOC: They would have fought over a field since if they destroy the Rab army here, they won't have to fight the main part of it when they get to the cities. Although it is amazing that no Rab or N'Revat guards noticed anything odd. Guess it just has to be chalked up to extreme luck.

Dezil's eyes went wide in shock. <Now this is a twist, in the future I need to not order my troops to attack it so fiercely...> Dezil thought, but he said, "Err, I'm really not sure I would be able too, although I would want to look at it myself and see what could be salvaged. We would need to get most, if not all the spare troops working, because I would have to repair all the destroyed decks of the ship so it can take a full soldier load, and we would have to shop down the trees to use in reparing it, I would need access to more lighter-then-air gases to help lift it up, I would need to be able to either repair or replace all of the weapons, and if the engine was damaged too much, then the whole thing may be sunk before it gets off the ground, becuase the spare parts ofr an airship engine are too different from those in a magitek engine to be compatible. It would take a full fledged airship construction yard a week at best if they had all the resources and a full staff working non-stop, so the best I could manage is probably 3 weeks absolute best case scenario since we don't have a full staff or all the resources, with a month being the most likely."

"Like the meeting place. Oh well, come with me." He led her outside, and waved a carriage down. "To the Blue Flame please." This took them to a MUCH better establishment, and Arc led her inside.

He sat down, ordered his drink, watched her order hers, then looked at her, and while wincing said, "Okay, I know you hate me. I know you want me dead, or horribly mangled. But please, hear me out?"

OOC: Kill him and leave... I don't like this plot hole...

OOC: You just want him dead because Deamon didn't do it earlier, and a white mage can't kill anyway.

OOC: No, I don't want it because it's a time of war, and their having there guys walk around casualy in places where they would be shot

OOC: IHMN, the ideas of war are to go in, and take locations. The city would be taken, but you don't murder the population because then yuo need to colonize it with your people. So, nothing really changes except lawful scrutiny, the faces of the guards, and who you say you're allied to.

OOC: A city wasn't attacked... It was two armies in the middle of a field, having set up camps at the border before...

OOC: You know nothing of military strategy. You don't just randomly toss out giant forces into the middle of a field for no reason. You have a TARGET that you want CAPTURED or DESTROYED. In this case, it would the camp they want, but camps need supplies, which means there's usually some place they can GET THEM nearby.

OOC: First post says nothing of any city nearby, says two camps. And if we had fought near a city, the N' people would not be in some camp, they would have gone into the city.

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In any case -_- it's done now, they're both in wherever and will probably end up in trouble none the less....
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She just sat there quietly for a moment, and when her drink arrived, she simply picked up the glass, taking a small sip from it before setting it back down.

"You know..." She started off quietly. "... I'm sure they could have me killed if they find out that I just up and left with a stolen waiver." Her eyes shifted up to his, staring quite coldly at him. "Not to mention the fact that I'm in danger just being in this place... remember... I'm not from Rab..." she said lowly.

"Anything you have to say, make it quick."

"You have such little faith in me. I made sure the waiver wouldn't be noticed. There was only several dozen others. And besides, do you really think I would haul you out here and then let someone kill you? I'm not the person that was dragged screaming into prison for pushing his luck Carolina. He died in the mines. And, I'm sorry you found out about who I was the hard way, truly I am. When you boil it down, I was the one that screwed up. Screwed up royally. I'm trying to give up stealing now, and I'm trying to get rid of what I am. This place that I got us into? Sold a sword I'd found, then helped the owner of this place find a necklace he'd gotten for his daughter but lost. I could've just as easily snuck in, stolen countless items, and then sold them to various venders for inflated prices. In the end, all I want to say is I'm sorry. Sorry for what I was, and sorry for hiding it." He leaned back.

"Yet you still stole something to help get me here in the first place, whereas you could have just waited until after this whole war thing was over to do this 'forgiveness' speech." She drank a little bit more, looking away. "I really trusted you back then. You were one of my closest friends... at least I thought you were."

Arc visibly winced at that. "Hey, birds gotta' swim, theives gotta' steal. And besides, they were practically unguarded. One lock, a single pin. And I'm sorry. I stole, I lied, I hid stuff from you, and I misled you. But that's one of the things. I got contacts that have told me this war isn't going to end any time soon. The N'Revat government is just gonna' keep pushing, mostly via their new magitek. This means the enemies are gonna' fight dirtier. This means going for what's keeping a large chunk of the army going. The White Mages." He sighed and crossed his arms on the table.

"You still have that necklace I gave you?"

"They were loaded miss Elyse, but I would not suggest actually using them while we are still in the midst of our enemy." Luce said, having changed.

"Fine...fine...ok, but we should still help out the other prisoners." Elyse said, holstering her guns.

That said, a look of actual worry crossed her face. "N'revat is going to go further....? But I thought this was going to be all." But that wasn't the part that worried her really... Would they actually resort to doing something as low as going after the White Mages? If only she knew how close it had been this past battle...

At the comment about the necklace, she herself flinched a little, then slowly reached down into the front of her robes and pulled out a necklace that he had given her just before he had been caught and sent to the mines. "I guess I've just always kept it as a reminded of the person that I thought I knew..."

Ark produced an exact copy. "That isn't it, unfortunately. Before my big heists, I was too greedy and stuck up to think of you, and I stole it. This is the real thing. I kept it because it was kind of a sign to me of what I had become. Now, I want to get rid of it as a sort of sign of my redemption."

He handed it over to her, his head hung. He leaned back one last time and said, "I'm eternally sorry. It was like a disease, and I kept going without even thinking of anyone else. I got caught, and I had to think things through. Instead of my being invincible, I had to face pain for what I'd done. The worst pain was seeing you at the trial." He shrugged, and looked up. "I can make excuses for a life-time, and do my best to change who I am but that doesn't erase the past. All I can do is say that I'm sorry, which I truly am, and try to make it up to you."

OOC: SS is right - you don't send out forces without knowing exactly where you want them to go or do. Trust me on this.

BIC:

Dante arrived at the storage tent, and with a few well-chosen words and winks, he charmed his way past the bored-looking guard.

"Hey, you take care too honey!" he said as "Danae" entered.

Idiot. Now, to work...

"Danae" slipped through the dim lighting inside the tent with the grace of a shark throgh water. Some of the store assistants, boys without beards, smiled as "she" passed. "Danae" returned the smile and moved on. Eventually, she came to the central food store. A pimpled boy with a sword stood on guard.

Damn. Can't kill him, and he's got to stay here. A ruse is in order, I guess.

"Danae" decided to approach him with as timid an expression as she could manage.

"Erm... excuse me... could I get some food, please?"

The boy instantly sprang to attention as though Ciaran had just addressed him.

"Uh.. I don- I mean... Hm... no! I've been assigned to guard this store, and by God, I will!"

"Please?" "She" put on a plaintive, almost tearful expression and put her hands together as though in prayer in front of her. "We've been working day and night, and the others are starving.
Please, please let me get something for them..."

The boy waffled, obviously not knowing what to do.

"I could be thankful in... other ways..."

That clinched it.

"Um... well, it should be okay, I guess. Do you need any help?"

"No... not really... When does your shift end?"

"Around dinnertime, really.... could we meet... outside?"

"I suppose... but I really need to get the food now..."

"Danae" pushed her way into the covered storage area, cursing inwardly.

Damn adolescent boys, always thinking with the wrong head... No matter, he shall pay for his stupidity soon...

"Danae" first picked up a jug of water, then added a strange liquid to it. Then, taking a nearby cup, he proceeded to sprinkle the mixture over all the dried rations in here. "She" chuckled as she did so. This chemical was the live culture of an extremely potent bacteria. While it was not lethal, it was certainly unbearable, causing horrific vomiting and diarrhoea in its subjects. On top of that, it had been modified so that its dormant form ws resistant to most cleansing magics. "Danae" stopped sprinkling the water after all but a few packets had been contaminated, then took a few packages of food and left the jug on the ground. She smiled again at the young guard as she left, and headed towards the clothing store.

Deamon, who was drunk, saw a white mage walking around. She was carrying a jug, and being drunk, Deamon assumed it was beer or some other acoholic drink. He snuck up on her from behind, then grabbed onto her and turned her around, smiling and raising his jug. "Off to the party?" He pointed towards the tents where he started the celebration, falling over as he did so.

(OOC: Ok... Firstly, the troops are out in the middle of nowhere because it's on the border... they aren't really far into either Rab or N'Revat territory... this was a battle at the borders, to keep the other camp from marching on the opposing country. Someone lit some fires in the N'Revat camp to start the war... so far I'm thinking it was one of the PCs, but I'm not sure which one Ecurt has planned on taking responsibility for it. Secondly, military tactics in fantasy/medieval settings isn't like it is now... William the Conqueror and his opponent (I don't remember, cause the guy lost) scheduled a time, date, and place for a battle, winner take all. ANYWAY, I'm going to say they probably went to a small Rab village, maybe even Ripel's (he did say it was a border village) that was a ways away, maybe like... a day's worth of walking, as in if she left in the morning it would be twilight or night by the time she arrived? That would make the most sense. Can everyone agree on that? And it wouldn't necessarily take any changes to the posts already made. Also, it'd be cool, if when everyone agrees they'd delete that page or so worth of pure OOC posts, seeming as this is over 100 posts now, and the OOC posts account for more than enough of that. Oh, and Luce probably would have had to walk through a few antimagic fields to get to Elyse (or go the VERY long way around) but the tent she was in would not have it. It would have interfere with the white mages... and by interfere, I mean make them useless.)

The general nodded at Dezil and sipped his drink again, his smirk a bit quieter now, but still there.

"Very well. You may take as many soldiers, and any POWs that you think you can control, to help cut trees and repair the ship. You also have full authority to interegate any prisoners that were on the ship for any information that you may find useful. The weapons are also mostly unimportant... however, if you have time to repair them, do so. Bring me a list of everything that you will need when you are done looking over the ship, and I will send a messenger to N'Revat, requesting reinforcements for our Black Mages and Pikemen, as well as everything on the list... and more engineers if you need them. You will have until one week after all those materials arrive to complete it. Also, this is to take EQUAL precedence as the portable anti-magic generators, and for other troops, it is to take precedence over everything except for guarding the POWs. This is integral to my current plans for attack, and as such is quite important. Oh... and if you can place some generators in the ship, just in case something goes wrong, we may power them up and be mostly protected from enemy fire. At least from the mages. But leave an area in the front and bottom of the ship, which should have large 'window' which may be opened, without the fields. For our mages, to make up for any cannons which are not repaired."

Ciaran nodded after that rather long work order, and then looked at Dezil.

"This rather disappointing news does not change my respect for you, concerning your antimagic fields, and the recent battle. Just don't betray my faith in your ability to get this done. You are dismissed."

OOC: Even if we deleted them, it would still be at 100 or more...

OOC: Plus, my god-mod thread basically proved that the mods expect us to know when to make new threads...and about now would be a good time for a new chapter, or at least a plot movement by Ecurt.

While Deamon was fondling a nameless white mage, "Danae" helped herself to a couple of useful uniforms... one of a N'Revat major, important, but not nearly as important as to command an entourage, which "she" couldn't find here. Then, he took an engineer's outfit, in case he needed to sabotage the Magiteks.

That done, he changed into a staff sergeant's uniform and altered his mask's dusguise accordingly. The boys veered away from him as he left the tent and went to carry on his deadly work.

(OOC: True enough... I just noticed we were at the 122 mark, didn't realize we were THAT far past. Eh, but regardless... whose going to start the new thread as per the rules for this forum?)

OOC: The creator of the RP should... (Mods never come here by the way, so it really doesn't matter...)