- Job Info:
Job Name: The Coming struggles
Job Rank: B-tier
Job Location: Reim
Job Reward: 15,000 Huang | 200 XP
Job Prerequisites: Making a connection
Job Overview: The path to progress has slowly started. While building up relationships, remnants, old knights in Constantine's corps have come looking for him. Defend against these knights, beat back some of Sasan's remaining forces, and help reform the former knight further.- Sasan Knights:
Enemy Name: Sasan Knights x10
Enemy Tier: C-tier
Damage Required to Defeat: C-tier
Description: Sasan Knights are equipped in a blue-tinted steel armor which covers most of their body but their heads. Well trained soldiers who've dedicated their lives to fighting for their nation, being able to jog and move at a decent pace. Each Knight is equipped with with a 1.6m long lance which does C-tier damage, a 1m long shortsword and a C-tier tower shield that is .75, wide and 1.5m tall.
Abilities:- Brigade Block- The group of Knights, needing 5 or more forms a wall that can block one attack up to A-tier in damage.
- Lance Charge- A Sasan Knight charges forward 3m dealing C-tier damage with their Lance if they strike someone.
- Toss- While blocking with a shield or intercepting an incoming attack the Sasan knight tucks and uses their shield to throw their opponent behind them 3m.
- Brigade Block- The group of Knights, needing 5 or more forms a wall that can block one attack up to A-tier in damage.
ZUZU MANSUR
A small campfire cast shadows in the evening gloom, flames shushing and crackling one another. Sat around them were Zubaidah and Constantine, words barely audible above the loud-mouthed flames. It was not necessary to hear their conversation, however, for smiles and laughter were words enough. Indeed, it seemed such circumstances were far-removed from their introduction, when Sasan had battled against her Reiman home. Of course, they had come even further since then, joined into an awkward partnership that had them travel across Reim and Heliohapt.
In the time since, however, she had introduced such experiences to Constantine that Sasan could not offer. He was beaten in several card-games against Fanalis; they taught him that talent was trumped with practice. He was given a necklace from a Plainsman’s child; she taught him that not everyone judges based upon appearance. He was treated with free medicine after walking in the Plains for days; this taught him that compassion had no boundaries. If he had been ignorant before, he was given no room for ignorance again. With each experience, he was given lessons that changed and challenged Sasan’s teachings.
And so, he was put to the test, when the campfire invited dark-cloaked shadows from Constantine’s past.
‘O Solomon, can it be?' A band of ten soldiers, dressed in Sassanian heraldry, came from the eventide gloom. ‘Is that you, brother Constantine?' A man coloured richer than his fellow soldiers, recognised as their captain, came forwards and looked Constatine from top to bottom. ‘It is you!' Indeed, even with his new appearance, it seemed that Constantine was unmistakable in the Sassanid’s eyes.
Since past interactions had not been favourable, Zubaidah placed on hand upon her hip, close to her spear. ‘Peace, Zubaidah.' He could sense the unease in Zubaidah’s demeanour, familiarised from months on the road.. ‘I would not have it any other way.'
‘You are brother Geranot, are you not?'
‘Indeed, brother. It is an honour to meet Leon’s apprentice. He will be pleased that we have found you.'
‘Pardon, lord Leon has been asking for me?'
‘Have you not heard, brother? Leon has been searching for you since he and lord Xerxes returned without you.'
‘He has? That does not seem fitting with his usual manner.'
‘Well, Leon has changed in many and other manners.'
‘I am surprised that he lives.'
‘As am I…'
‘And who might that woman be?' He stared at her dress and features with a discerning eye. ‘Hmm, purple hair and amber eyes!' A man helmed with vibrant plumes joined his stare with this Sassanian captain. ‘Yes, she matches the description from Leon…'
‘She must be the witch who hexed you!' An eyebrow raised, Zubaidah spoke with venom upon her silver tongue, ‘What do you mean ‘witch’?' Placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, Constantine ensured that fighting did not break out between her and the Sassanian soldiers. ‘Who told you that I was hexed?'
‘Leon informed us knights that a witch with purple hair and amber eyes had taken you from Sasan.'
‘Yes, she was enchanting your mind so that you might betray Leon and lord Xerxes!'
‘I have done no such - '
‘Quiet, witch!'
‘Stop, brother!'
‘There must have been some misunderstanding.'
‘She is no witch.' He looked towards Zubaidah with admiration in his golden eyes. ‘I chose to follow her after she bested me in combat!' His gaze was met with pure vehemence from brother Geranot and his right-hand man. ‘No, that is not possible. A woman beat you? You are the strongest knight bar Leon and lord Xerxes!
‘Yes, she must have used witchcraft.'
‘I ask of you, please listen to me!'
‘I am not hexed.'
‘I act with full thought.'
‘I was beaten fair and square.'
‘If you are not hexed, then why have you not returned to Sasan?'
‘I have decided that the world outside Sasan has power and experience that exceeds Leon or lord Xerxes.'
‘I want to experience such things.'
‘I want to become better through them.'
‘No, I need to experience them so that I might become better.'
‘Lies.' A sudden change came upon all the Sassanids, their hands going for their sword-belts. ‘Falsities.' It looked as though they were possessed, filled with such fervour for Sasan and against dissidents, such as they saw Constantine. ‘Blasphemies.'
‘You have been corrupted under this witch’s influence!'
‘You have been made impure from the stench of the outside world!'
‘Solomon decreed that lord Xerxes has more power than the entire world!'
‘If you are not hexed, then you have committed blasphemies against Sasan and Solomon himself!'
‘Do you repent?' He spoke with low-pitched monotone, as though his emotion were being drained from the conversation. ‘No, I will not be moved.' He was met with Constantine's gravel-like tones, strong and stable against his former comrades.
‘Then you shall be punished for your blasphemies.'
‘And the punishment?'
He drew his lance and his soldiers took out their swords in response.
‘Death.'
In the time since, however, she had introduced such experiences to Constantine that Sasan could not offer. He was beaten in several card-games against Fanalis; they taught him that talent was trumped with practice. He was given a necklace from a Plainsman’s child; she taught him that not everyone judges based upon appearance. He was treated with free medicine after walking in the Plains for days; this taught him that compassion had no boundaries. If he had been ignorant before, he was given no room for ignorance again. With each experience, he was given lessons that changed and challenged Sasan’s teachings.
And so, he was put to the test, when the campfire invited dark-cloaked shadows from Constantine’s past.
‘O Solomon, can it be?' A band of ten soldiers, dressed in Sassanian heraldry, came from the eventide gloom. ‘Is that you, brother Constantine?' A man coloured richer than his fellow soldiers, recognised as their captain, came forwards and looked Constatine from top to bottom. ‘It is you!' Indeed, even with his new appearance, it seemed that Constantine was unmistakable in the Sassanid’s eyes.
Since past interactions had not been favourable, Zubaidah placed on hand upon her hip, close to her spear. ‘Peace, Zubaidah.' He could sense the unease in Zubaidah’s demeanour, familiarised from months on the road.. ‘I would not have it any other way.'
‘You are brother Geranot, are you not?'
‘Indeed, brother. It is an honour to meet Leon’s apprentice. He will be pleased that we have found you.'
‘Pardon, lord Leon has been asking for me?'
‘Have you not heard, brother? Leon has been searching for you since he and lord Xerxes returned without you.'
‘He has? That does not seem fitting with his usual manner.'
‘Well, Leon has changed in many and other manners.'
‘I am surprised that he lives.'
‘As am I…'
‘And who might that woman be?' He stared at her dress and features with a discerning eye. ‘Hmm, purple hair and amber eyes!' A man helmed with vibrant plumes joined his stare with this Sassanian captain. ‘Yes, she matches the description from Leon…'
‘She must be the witch who hexed you!' An eyebrow raised, Zubaidah spoke with venom upon her silver tongue, ‘What do you mean ‘witch’?' Placing a reassuring hand upon her shoulder, Constantine ensured that fighting did not break out between her and the Sassanian soldiers. ‘Who told you that I was hexed?'
‘Leon informed us knights that a witch with purple hair and amber eyes had taken you from Sasan.'
‘Yes, she was enchanting your mind so that you might betray Leon and lord Xerxes!'
‘I have done no such - '
‘Quiet, witch!'
‘Stop, brother!'
‘There must have been some misunderstanding.'
‘She is no witch.' He looked towards Zubaidah with admiration in his golden eyes. ‘I chose to follow her after she bested me in combat!' His gaze was met with pure vehemence from brother Geranot and his right-hand man. ‘No, that is not possible. A woman beat you? You are the strongest knight bar Leon and lord Xerxes!
‘Yes, she must have used witchcraft.'
‘I ask of you, please listen to me!'
‘I am not hexed.'
‘I act with full thought.'
‘I was beaten fair and square.'
‘If you are not hexed, then why have you not returned to Sasan?'
‘I have decided that the world outside Sasan has power and experience that exceeds Leon or lord Xerxes.'
‘I want to experience such things.'
‘I want to become better through them.'
‘No, I need to experience them so that I might become better.'
‘Lies.' A sudden change came upon all the Sassanids, their hands going for their sword-belts. ‘Falsities.' It looked as though they were possessed, filled with such fervour for Sasan and against dissidents, such as they saw Constantine. ‘Blasphemies.'
‘You have been corrupted under this witch’s influence!'
‘You have been made impure from the stench of the outside world!'
‘Solomon decreed that lord Xerxes has more power than the entire world!'
‘If you are not hexed, then you have committed blasphemies against Sasan and Solomon himself!'
‘Do you repent?' He spoke with low-pitched monotone, as though his emotion were being drained from the conversation. ‘No, I will not be moved.' He was met with Constantine's gravel-like tones, strong and stable against his former comrades.
‘Then you shall be punished for your blasphemies.'
‘And the punishment?'
He drew his lance and his soldiers took out their swords in response.
‘Death.'
340/340 mag | 827/1500 | 390/390 stam
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