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Post by Artigas on Apr 1, 2016 3:42:09 GMT
"Unless they want to publicly execute us" Artigas muttered bitterly at Klara's words, he didn't see how she could look so pleased at the idea of them being tortured. He winced at the idea of having the warriors using their sinister methods to get information about his clan from him. Azgeda was known for their brutality. Listening to the scouts words, his brow furrowed, a part of him thought that she was crazy, the other part of him knew that her plan was their only chance for escape because they were not going to get out of the camp alive otherwise. "Okay..." he mumbled "say for a second, that they don't publicly execute us... That they do take us somewhere secluded to torture us and we do manage to get free and overpower the guard, how do you suppose we escape undetected, this camp is crawling with Azgeda warriors" their situation seemed hopeless, they were prisoners, they would probably die within the camp and be unable to warn their clan that Azgeda was trespassing on their territory for some unknown reason.
As Klara mentioned that she still had her knife on her the boy was nothing less than surprised "What kind of idiot forgets to search their prisoners for weapons?" he hissed at her as he tried reaching into her pocket for the knife. He was a little suspicious at how easy this could prove to be, his weapons had all been confiscated however so it could've just been a simple mistake on the warriors part for forgetting to search Klara. As his hands gripped the knifes hilt, he carefully took it from her coat, holding it as best as he could in front of him. He didn't understand why she was smiling "I wouldn't smile... Just yet" he grunted, trying to adjust his grip on the knife to avoid dropping it "we're not free yet..." Klara |
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Post by Artigas on Mar 30, 2016 18:19:46 GMT
Artigas was aware of distant sound of voices, or at least they sounded far off, but his head was pounding and whenever he opened his eyes he struggled to focus on any one image. On the very edge of consciousness every time his body jolted a fresh wave of nausea threatened to engulf him but nothing ever came of it. The boy was aware that the canvas bag was no longer covering his head, it must have fallen off of his head in his escape attempt. His arms were now bound behind his back instead of in front of him and he was slung over the shoulder of an Azgeda warrior and there was no hope of escape this time. His head was so foggy that he couldn't formulate a plan even if he tried anyway.
Suddenly the warrior hoisted him off of his shoulder and dropped him carelessly into some sort of trap, the next thing Artigas registered was landing on his side with a grunt of pain. It was so disorienting and as he kicked out his feet to push himself into a sitting position a small groan escaped his lips. He was aware that Klara was in the trap with him and he heard her question. How do you feel? Nodding his head, he winced and felt the need to lift a hand to where the throbbing pain in his head was coming from, but his hands were bound and it was impossible to do so "I'm good" he muttered, his words meant to reassure his companion that he was fine. At her next words, his brow furrowed in confusion "Cut the rope? And then what?" he demanded "We're stuck in here, our window to escape has passed, how do you propose we escape unnoticed now that we are in their camp? They'll cut us down before we've taken a single step" he told her, shifting uncomfortably on the floor as he was now aware of the dull pain in his wrists where the rope had been rubbing and digging into his skin.
Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 28, 2016 21:42:45 GMT
As an Azgeda warrior tied his hands and roughly put a canvas bag over his head he immediately began to struggle. He didn't like where this was going as he was hoisted to his feet he felt something sharp prod him in his back and immediately the struggling stopped. He let out a grunt as the sharp object, probably some sort of blade started to dig into him, forcing him to move forward. He was not about to let Azgeda take him without a fight, he was a warrior, he wasn't going to let the slight draw back of having his hands tied stop him from escaping.
Suddenly he fell forwards, as if he'd been tripped by something "Get up!" he heard the gruff voice of one of his captors yell at him as he lay on his side. The fall had shifted the bag from his head and he now had a pretty good view of the warrior that was looking down at him. Kicking out his leg, his foot took out the warriors legs, earning a grunt from his captor. As he rolled across the floor, trying to get away from the Azgeda warriors, he suddenly let out a cry as he felt something hard hit him in the back of his head. Images swam in front of him briefly before the world began to blur and eventually went black around him.Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 24, 2016 22:34:53 GMT
As Artigas stared at the warrior, prepared to die for allowing his guard to drop whilst he had been battling the other warrior. An arrow pierced the archer through the throat and sent him stumbling backwards, choking on his own blood. Surprised at the archers sudden death, the boy almost missed the warning that Klara called. Behind you. Spinning around, Artigas raised his sword just in time to block the weapon of another warrior, as their weapons clashed it sent a painful jar up his shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain and loosen his grip on his blade. He was aware of the sound of Klara fighting somewhere nearby and although he was desperate to see if she was okay, he was confident that she could handle herself. Getting distracted whilst in battle could prove to be a fatal mistake, that was what he had been taught. The warrior he was fighting now delivered a well aimed kick to his stomach, sending him flying. Artigas landed in a dazed heap upon the floor, the air knocked from his lungs as he lay gasping on the ground, his sword had flown from his grip and as he reached for his weapon, his hands clutched at nothing but grass. Growling in frustration, he fumbled at his belt for his knife just as the warrior stood over him. He pressed a foot to the boys wrist, applying the pressure as Artigas refused to relinquish his grasp on the blade, still the warrior added on the pressure, Artigas could hear the sickening crunching in his wrist and finally, he had to give in and the blade rolled from his hand.
Lying back defeated, Artigas spat at the warrior that towered above him now, his brown eyes glaring at the enemy. Just as he heard the words 'let them live, they can be useful'. Useful? He didn't know how he could be useful to these warriors or to Azgeda and he had no desire to find out. However it gave him hope, the warrior had said 'they' that meant Klara was alive and if they were not going to kill them yet, then they would have every opportunity to escape. He could not just accept that they were to be taken deep into Azgeda territory, who knew what horrors lay to the North. Azgeda were known for their ruthlessness, they had to learn what they could from the enemy, escape and warn the Commander of their plans.Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 23, 2016 20:23:49 GMT
As Artigas followed Klara, he felt around carefully with his foot before taking each step, every time a leaf rustled as he took a step the boy winced. As they peered out from behind the trees, Artigas' breath caught in his throat as he spotted the Azgeda warrior. The warrior was across the border, deeper in Trikru territory than Artigas had expected to find the enemy and this was cause for concern. As he watched Klara sign to him to follow the Azgeda warrior, he nodded in confirmation. They could learn a lot from this warrior and that was the mission, to gather information, as far as he was aware Heda had not ordered them to attack, just to observe.
After a while of following the warrior Artigas noticed something, the silence in the trees, it was unnatural. The birds had stopped singing. This distracted the boy as he stepped forwards and heard the distinctive crack as a twig snapped beneath his foot. He froze in his place, it had sounded far too loud and as he risked a glance from behind his hiding place, he noticed the Azgeda warrior was staring in his direction. Of course he had heard the blunder. Gripping his sword firmly Artigas squeezed his eyes closed briefly before they flew open again and he flew from his hiding place. The Azgeda warrior had just raised his sword when it clashed Artigas' the sound of steel on steel echoed through the forest as the boy grunted with the effort of keeping the more experienced warrior at bay.
Retreating out of reach of the warriors sword, Artigas smirked. It was a cocky smirk, maybe he meant to taunt his opponent despite his larger size and obvious experience that showed from the scars upon his face. The Azgeda warrior launched a follow up attack, running at him his blade sliced through the air but again Artigas blocked him, his brow furrowing with the effort, he wasn't as strong as the older man, but that didn't mean he could not win the fight. Aiming a kick at his opponents knee, he watched as the warrior grunted with pain but managed to keep his balance. He'd seen the move work before, but obviously he had not put enough power behind the attack. Deflecting the warriors blade, the boy took the split second he needed to slice his sword through the warriors leg, making him drop to one knee. Following the attack, he slammed the hilt of his sword against the warriors wrist, making him drop his own blade, however something didn't feel right about the win. It had come too easily against such an experienced warrior, too late Artigas saw the warriors eyes flicker to something behind him and turning his head he saw an archer, their bow drawn and aimed directly at him.
Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 23, 2016 16:24:38 GMT
"All war is a tragedy" Artigas muttered as he watched her carefully, trying to read her emotions, he could hear it in the way that she spoke that the topic brought her pain. Perhaps she had lost someone to a war, perhaps she was just haunted by the images of what war could do. Whatever it was, it brought her pain to think about it. As he listened to how she told him that he was the first warrior to accompany her on a mission a small smile played upon his lips. "Maybe if my mentor allows it, I could come with you in the future..." he ventured slowly, he was enjoying the silence that the forest brought, combined with the excitement he felt for exploring without the need to worry about somebody calling him back or correcting him as he walked.
Suddenly as he picked up the unfamiliar sounds up ahead, his whole body froze. His eyes searching the trees cautiously as he gripped the hilt of his sword tighter than before. His gaze momentarily flickered to Klara before he began to walk forwards in the direction that they'd heard the noises coming from. Carefully placing his feet like his mentor had shown him so that he would not make a sound. His tongue poked out of the side of his mouth slightly as his brow furrowed in concentration. Glancing over his shoulder he offered the girl a smirk and gestured quickly with a hand, encouraging her to follow him. She'd told him that the mission was to gather information and that was just what he intended to do, of course whilst taking the necessary precautions to avoid detection.
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Post by Artigas on Mar 22, 2016 10:52:04 GMT
"I've heard stories about the war against Azgeda... I don't really remember it, I was quite young when it was going on and was shielded from most of the bloodshed" he told her, his brow furrowing in concentration as if he was trying to remember something. "I know that we lost a lot of strong warriors in that war though" and that was one of the reasons he was so determined to do well in his training. Trikru needed strong warriors so that they could defeat any threat that came there way, they needed their warriors to be strong and brave.The boy watched the scout as he heard her voice, she sounded upset as if something grieved her and in an attempt to change the conversation he looked to the task at hand "do you often take warriors with you on your scouting missions?" the question was innocent enough, a slither of curiosity was present in his tone. He didn't know if this was a regular occurrence or if he was the first to accompany her, he didn't often go scouting, obviously that was a job for the scouts. He'd been on a number of patrols though, to search for danger so that they could keep the villages in the area safe. Dipping his head at her words a smile appeared upon his face "I am determined... I want to make my father proud, he was once a great warrior until he took on the role of a healer instead" he muttered, shifting his hold on his blade as he walked. Truth be told he had a suspicion that his father had hoped that he would follow in his footsteps and taken to path of a healer, it was a much safer path to take but it wasn't the one Artigas had chosen.
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Post by Artigas on Mar 21, 2016 10:14:09 GMT
Artigas was surprised at her answer "An army?" he questioned as he slowed his pace "Whose army? Azgeda?" he had been unaware that there was an army on the move, he'd been very young when Azgeda and Trikru were at war, it seemed like such a long time ago and yet now there were rumours of an army at the border of their territory. Of course if there was to be another war, he would be eager to fight, to prove himself as a brave warrior of Trikru. The idea of war sent an excited thrill pulsing through him, but a lingering sense of dread weighed him down, he was aware that was wasn't a game, people lost their lives fighting to defend their clans.
At her question Artigas smiled "It was my father who approached my mentor and told him that he thought I was ready to go on this mission" he informed her, an almost proud look on his face "if this is an opportunity to prove myself I cannot pass it up, besides... I'm not usually allowed to go this far from the village without a larger group at my side" Artigas was confident that nothing bad would happen even if he did leave the village alone, his mentor was proud with the progress he was making with his training, he'd already proven that he could defend himself from warriors and animals alike. He didn't understand why everyone was reluctant to allow him and the other seconds his age to go out alone, the world was a dangerous place, but they'd grown up in it, surely they were prepared for any dangers that were out there.
Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 20, 2016 20:58:53 GMT
The boy walked cautiously through the forest, sword drawn as a precautionary measure. He had been surprised when his mentor had approached him and informed him that he would be accompanying Klara on a scouting mission, however he'd been more surprised when he'd heard that it was his fathers idea. He was just a boy, or that was at least what everyone saw him as back in the village. Of course he had not yet completed his training but he was fifteen, he wasn't a defenceless child anymore, he knew how to wield a sword, he could fight.
"What kind of mission is this exactly?" he asked Klara suddenly, he hadn't thought to ask her yet as he'd just been excited to get out of the village and perhaps he'd been a little too eager to accept but he had no idea when he would next be allowed to leave the village without his mentor or his father present. His dark brown eyes watched the woman, they were filled with curiosity, about where they were going and why he'd been selected to go along with her.
Klara
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Post by Artigas on Mar 18, 2016 0:10:35 GMT
The day had started out fairly normal for Artigas, tensions had been running high ever since a fresh wave of Skaikru ships had come crashing to the ground, however as of yet they had not caused any further problems for the village. Not since the three hundred Trikru warriors had been killed in the ring of fire, everybody knew about it, even the youngest child because of how easily a whole unit of warriors was defeated by a group of unorganised, poorly trained children. Artigas had spent the day sparring with the other children and the atmosphere had been fairly relaxed considering the fact that the village was located relatively close to the Skaikru's base.
However, all of that quickly changed as the sun went down. The boy had retired to his bed after his parents and settled down to sleep. Sleep often found him easily, especially since most of his days were spent trying to better himself as a warrior. Shortly after drifting off, alarmed cries roused him from his slumber and he'd stumbled outside after his father to discover that somehow their food store had caught fire, whilst trying to battle the flames two Sky people made an unexpected appearance. They had weapons of their own, guns and everybody within the village knew of the damage such a weapon could do. The ring leader demanded to speak to the head of their village but Indra was not there, Artigas wasn't sure where the chief was but he hadn't seen her all day, it was possible that she'd left early that morning before he'd woken. So his father had taken charge of the situation, it was revealed that they were searching for their people.
No Sky people had been taken to their village, Artigas had never seen one up close until that moment, he had not been allowed to get close to their camp, it was considered too dangerous for the Seconds as they had yet to complete their training. They had been forced to kneel in a pen like they were no more than animals, forced to kneel in the mud as the Skaikru boys demanded to know where there people were. They found clothing that belonged to them, but they hadn't taken anybody, they hadn't killed anyone, they'd found those things, scavenged from the abandoned Skaikru camp, or rather the scouts had. If they had known how much trouble it was going to cause, Artigas was sure that they wouldn't have bothered. Artigas was sure that they should just take their chances and try to overpower the boys, there were just two of them, granted that there weren't many warriors in the village, it was mainly children and the elderly, but they had the numbers on their side.
Everything had gone bad quickly, there had been talk that Delana had sent them, he wanted revenge for being cast out for his crimes. One of the boys had aimed his gun at Nyko as he attempted to explain about the situation. This had set everyone on edge, they were already terrified of Skaikru, they'd heard about what happened to the warriors that tried to oppose them. Many of them had lost loved ones to these savages and yet they still continued to terrorise them. Many of the younger children were huddled with their mothers, their small forms quaked with fear and even as the two boys turned to leave the tensions continued to rise until suddenly something snapped. In an attempt to escape one of the elders jumped the fence and began to flee from the village, he was immediately gunned down and crumpled to the floor instantly. Artigas could remember the knot of anger within his belly at seeing his village threatened, an innocent man murdered just for trying to escape the danger he was in. It was just too much for the boy to just sit by and watch Skaikru 'warriors' threaten the village and the people he was supposed to protect. He was a warrior, it was his job, to just sit and allow them to slaughter his people was out of the question. Letting out a angry growl, the boy had leaped the fence despite his fathers protests but before he'd taken more than a couple of steps the familiar sound of gunfire ripped through the air and an excrutiating pain ripped through his stomach. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, once when he was a child he'd been kicked by a horse and he'd thought that pain had been unbearable but this was worse, much worse. It was like somebody had set his insides on fire, he wanted to scream but no sound would escape him, his legs gave way and clutching his stomach he collapsed to the floor, his vision began to blur and the last thing he heard before he drifted out of consciousness was the continued sound of gunfire.
Silence greeted Artigas now as he slowly opened his eyes, he could feel the dull pain in his abdomen, it was the only thing that assured him that he was alive. He wasn't sure how, he was sure that the pain he had felt that night would kill him, he was sure that his insides had been set on fire and he'd been left to burn. But the burning was gone now, replaced with this dull throbbing, the pain was still there but it was less. He was sure that he was in his own bed, he recognised the room that he lay in now but as he tried to shift to get a better look an involuntary groan escaped his lips. He felt light headed and every time he moved sent a fresh wave of pain and nausea rushing over him. "Nontu?" he called out for his father, his eyes widening as the events from the previous night rushed back to him "Nontu!" his father had been there, with the guns and the boys, the shooting, he'd heard so much shooting. He couldn't get the sound of gunfire out of his head, he wasn't sure how he'd got back into his bed or who'd patched him up and taken away his pain. But he knew that he had to find out if his father was okay, he hadn't seen him fall but that meant nothing, he could've easily been murdered after he'd blacked out. How many of his friends had been killed? He didn't know. He knew that he had not been the last one to feel the burning bite of the guns bullets that night.
@nyko
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Post by Artigas on Mar 16, 2016 19:01:47 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Artigas
.:Nick Name:. None
.:Affiliation:. Trikru, The Coalition (Grounder)
.:Age:. 15
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Artigas is a muscular young lad that has long dark hair that is often braided and tied back, his eyes are a dark brown, almost black in colour. He is often seen wearing clothing made of leather or dark fur that helps him blend into his surroundings so that he doesn't stand out. Most of the time he does have a somewhat dirty appearance and this is for a variety of reasons, because of the physical activities of a warrior but also because of the constant sparring with his friends, either for training purposes or just to let off steam after a long day of training.
.:Height:. 5'10
.:Portrayed by:. Cameron Roberts
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Artigas has always been quite a quiet child, he enjoys focussing on his training instead of becoming involved in petty arguments with the other children in his village. That being said, he is a typical boy, he enjoys sparring with his friends and like most boys his age everything is a competition. He has an unwavering loyalty to his clan and is determined to prove himself a worthy warrior of Trikru. He enjoys fighting, but he is by no means violent. He is used to the brutal training that takes place within his clan and he enjoys the beating and the feeling of overpowering an opponent, but he understands that violence should only be used in battle and when faced with someone who is a threat.
.:Special Skills:. Artigas has many skills that he has picked up on throughout his life, the most notable skills he has is his skill for handling a spear and his hand to hand combat is also worth mentioning. Like most grounders he has skills with a knife. However Artigas also has his fair share of flaws, unfortunately the boy can become overconfident, he tends to underestimate his enemies, a flaw that could no doubt cost him his life one day and he has never really had the patience for hunting or healing, he prefers the adrenaline rush that fighting gives him.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Tondc
.:Family:. Nyko (Father), Tannica (Mother)
.:Occupation:. Second/Warrior (Nearing the end of his training)
.:History:.
Artigas was born to Nyko and Tannica when they thought that they would never have a child of their own. As a result his parents have always treated him with love and affection and maybe they have paid him more attention than most parents give their children but he was very special to them. Having no siblings of his own, Artigas spent the majority of his childhood running around the village with his friends that he'd known his entire life, they often put on mock battles and returned home with very real injuries. Nothing too serious, a split lip here, a black eye there and bruised ribs were not a rarity. However, nothing deterred the child from getting into these somewhat rough games with his friends and it was apparent from a young age that he'd grow up to be a warrior.
He became a second to a great warrior when he was no older than eight and he was delighted that somebody thought he could actually become a warrior one day. Maybe at the time he didn't fully understand what the risks and responsibility of becoming a warrior meant but after a while, he got used to the early mornings, the strenuous training sessions and he found a new interest in learning the English language. He found the language interesting as he'd never been allowed to learn it before because only warriors had a need to communicate using English. He often enjoyed sitting down with his mentor after a long day of training to just learn the different words, he found it fascinating how the language differed from the familiar words of Trigedasleng that he was used to.
Often accompanying the other warriors out on scouting parties, Artigas proved to be a promising second that would no doubt develop into a talented warrior after receiving the appropriate training. Although he showed promise, his mentor often picked up on his overconfidence and often reprimanded him for it, telling him that underestimating his opponents would get him killed if he wasn't careful and it wasn't a good quality for a warrior to have.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Seren
.:How Did You Find Us:. Google
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