Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Damen stayed close to Wiegraf as they arrived at the Fort, but Wiegraf seemed to question the sudden atmosphere. The apprentice didn't see it, but the White Knight could just... feel, that something seemed misplaced, something was wrong. The fort was the meeting grounds, but there only seemed to be a few other major characters, as well as the apprentices. Wiegraf was surprised by the magi when she approached though her attire was more fitting for commoners, he has seen her face before. Lady Avelia, the Arithmetician and Calculator Magus. It is fine to see you well under such circumstances, as with you also, Lord Tengille, the Divine Knight. The white knight spoke, dismounting his large bird mount, in which Damen was short to follow, though obviously with a bit more trouble the apprentice actually got hung up in the saddle and just toppled over and off, his face landing first on the grassy surface of the ground. Well, that was a great first impression, just fall right out of the saddle. But, Damen never ridden a chocobo up until now, so it was clear from that perspective, yet nonetheless, the blond acolyte got to his feet, dusting himself after his recovery. He heard of these other mentors Tengille Formalv was a talented swordsman who can break the equipment of his adversaries with but a single swing of his mighty sword. Avelia Udinesi was as equally talented with her impressive calculations to conjure up powerful magicks in the right places they are needed. Wiegraf had his own set of talents, and that was to use his divine sword to deliver punishment to his foes with a swift strike, with odds of delivering additional problems and chaos to the rivaling ranks. The three were certainly gifted and talented, that was for sure there was no reason to doubt they got to where they were from the training they acquired at a far younger age. Damen would look over to the apprentices to him, he didn't recognize them, though he must look rather out of place of the three while he was donned in what seemed like leather armor, it served as a protective layer from some blades and arrows, and fashioned to function as regular clothes on top of it. His sword sheathed at his side, his shield resting firmly on his back, with a white staff secured also, he definitely seemed ready to see some action. We can discuss our matters at another time... Tengille, this fortress, it was where we were to report, was it not? If that being the case, then did we arrive sooner than anticipated, or some other reason... or mayhaps- At that instant, a whistle sound was made, and Wiegraf turned around, drawing his sword in one single motion, at the right time to split an incoming arrow that was to strike his back, each split half landing on either side of him. False information... It was an alluring ambush given out by Ordallian rogues, no doubt. Battles cannot be won without seeing some bloodshed... Damen, yield them no quarter! Wiegraf spoke as he brought his shield to his left arm while taking his stance, as his apprentice drew his own blade and shield, readying himself for battle. As he did, he assessed his surroundings a few barrels were tipped over in the same courtyard the mentors and apprentices stood some distance from them, revealing a couple armor-clad male knights, as well as a female monk in her combat gi, and on the walls were a trio of archers, two male, one female, with what appeared a female chemist alongside each of the male archers. A squad of eight, against a group of six... They had numbers, and distance also with the archers. All of them, however, donned the Ordallian coat of arms on their form in some shape or another. Damen knew this would be his first true fight, and he should take in account of the fighting styles of the other apprentices and those of their mentors.