art thou a jester in the midst of battle; (OPEN)

[ex_cashcow493]

Who: The forces of Britain and Rome, as well as any passing individuals or those in between said lands. AKA a cluster of badasses.
What: Rift monsters and assassins? Sounds like a great family bonding experience to me.
When: Throughout this phase of Ashvar's attack.
Where: All lands controlled by Britain and Rome. Most of the action will probably take place on the shared borders or the joint outpost located in Hirawyr.
Warnings: Fighting. Probably some nudity because the Romans are involved.

It didn't take word of the attacks long to reach the ears of one of the twin Britain rulers, Arturia having a natural instinct for when battle was taking place. After brief communication with her brother and cousin, it was decided that this would be a most excellent time for their troops to begin to fight alongside each other. Certainly the Romans could learn a thing or two from the Britains and vice versa.

After deploying her generals and commanding officers to various areas, Arturia rode to meet up with her cousin. Surely her brother could catch up if he chose to or maybe he rides closely behind her. She heeds no attention to her surroundings beyond mere glances to ensure that no stray assassin might pick her off before she arrived...



This is a joint post for all Britains, Romans, and their allies to participate in a mass fighting log. It's spread out over the course of the next couple days and all are welcomed to participate. Make your own threads, have silly shenanigans in the nude, and do all of that. Britain and Rome are momentarily working alongside each other because bonding is important. Really, we all know they're just trying to outdo each other.

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[fortheworldtosee]

"Hmph." Nero scowls at the name. She still hasn't forgotten the time Medea had returned to the villa after her scuffle with Avshar. If she couldn't bring the man down herself, Nero at least wanted to get one good shot at him for that.

But priorities! Nero knows where her priorities lie.

"Normally I wouldn't lower myself to cleaning up someone else's messes, but this is not something that should be overlooked."

[lovelesswitch]

"Yes. His rats have finally started to come out of hiding. They were better off lying in whatever hole they managed to find away from my sight."

Truth be told, Medea was a little wary of fighting Avshar face-to-face, but if this was a fight against his mooks, she knew she stood a better chance. The only concern at the moment was...

"... Will you be alright, Nero? This is your first great battle in a while."

[fortheworldtosee]

"Of course!" She said with a grin, hefting Aestus Estus - that strange, crooked, crimson and black longsword of hers - onto her shoulder. She was practically radiating confidence; not that this was something unusual for the woman. If it wasn't for the precautions she had taken beforehand, one would think that Nero wasn't taking this whole situation very seriously at all.

"Peace has done little to dull my blade. When the Riftspawn come, there will be no trouble in cutting them down."

[lovelesswitch]

Medea smiles. The Rose Empress was extremely skilled at fighting. She could probably handle most of the enemies that come her way, but every human has limits. Once a person edges closer to them, they become that much more vulnerable. A union among friends decreases those odds... unless those friends didn't particularly have much good sense or just happened to enjoy carrying knives behind their backs.

A foreboding sensation pierces through Medea's mind. She sees inside her crystal a shadow. "Nero!"

A glass barrier forms around the queen and viscount. Bouncing off of it is an arrow from a crossbow. "... To think they were able to get this far... I've become careless."

[fortheworldtosee]

Nero barely has time to turn before the barrier goes up, and she doesn't even have to shout any orders; several Roman guards immediately rush off in the direction the arrow came in. The sounds of a brief struggle and the dying screams of a man signal they found whoever had made the shot.

"... Tch. So he's sending out assassins now as well? How cowardly." She scowls again, though it quickly turns to a smile as she glances at the viscount.

"Thank you, Medea. I owe you for that."

[lovelesswitch]

"There's no doubt that he wasn't the only one. ... By now, they've probably used up every tried method to throw this kingdom into chaos."

Medea walks over to the deflected arrow. She kneels down and picks it up, careful not to prick herself. Standing upright, she examines the arrowhead. She gives a click of the tongue.

"... least of all poison."

[fortheworldtosee]

"Poison?" Nero actually lets out a sharp laugh at that. Only a Roman can find an assassination attempt hilarious, it seems.

"These assassins must truly be of the lowest caliber if they think a simple poison would be enough to so much as incapacitate me." That amused tone is still in her voice, but her expression turns somewhat grim. Or maybe bitter? "I've no doubt I've been fed much worse than whatever they could possibly brew up."