"I'm on it!" Ben flipped a few switches and grabbed another control mechanism. He pushed it forwards and down, flying the airship lower to the ground. He then flipped around the controls and hovered it on over to the castle courtyard, as it was the only place with enough space for a ship this size. The ship slowly descended to the ground, and the motors stopped running as it hit the surface of the earth.
"Alright, I'll get her up and running again once we get them all aboard. Oh, and Duilin, a word of advice. I know that there's another person that you don't quite want to leave behind. Hell, I wouldn't feel well with myself either. If you really want them to come along, but still keep a distance from battle, give them a bow." The ship'd boarding ramp automatically fell to the ground as the ship docked into the courtyard.
"Go get your friends; I'll wait here"
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"I'm not so sure it's a good idea that you remain a slave, though. I suppose I could try to get you to do something else... to make you look like a soldier, or something..."
"..."
"You don't talk much, do you?"
"... No..."
"Hmm... Oh, look at that! There's a suit of armor! Perfect for a human, too. Throw that on and tell me if it fits."
"Um... Could you...?"
"You want help or something?"
"... leave... for a minute?"
"Oh, right, sorry. Yeah..." Jacobie walked outside the pavillion and waited in the cold snow, his back against the pavillion flap. A few moments later, he felt a cold metal tapping on his shoulder.
"Does this look good enough?" The woman looked almost like a perfect knight in silver armor. It was indeed made for decorations, but Jacobie paid no mind. He took a katana sheath off his belt, the chillmaul, and handed it to the woman.
"This is... for me?"
"When we enter combat, which is most likely to be soon, you'll want this weapon. It has a cold enchantment on it. Here, let's get you back inside, I can see you shivering." The woman went back into the pavillion, along with Jacobie. Probably out of habbit, the woman sat on the ground next to the shackles.
"You're not going to get any warmer like that. Here, the bed's got some open room. Rest there for now." The woman got up softly, still in the bulky armor, and laid down on an elegant bed in the back of the giant pavillion.
"... Thank you again..."
"I didn't catch your name."
"Um... Ka-ka... I can't remember..."
"Let me see if I can figure it out." Jacobie walked over to the bed and put a scally hand on the woman's helmet. He took it off and put it next to the ground, then placing his hand on her forehead.
"K-A-R-M-A-N-D-A-L-L-A... Karmandalla?"
"Um, yes... I think..."
"Did you have a nickname your friends used to call you by or something?"
"What's a friend?"
"Nevermind... did you have a nickname? A shorter version of your name, I mean... something the other slaves, or slave masters knew you by?"
"Karma..."
"Hmm... I probably wouldn't want to be called that, seeing as how that was your slave name. What do you want me to call you by?"
"Karmandalla."
"Your full name?"
"Yes, please."
"Okay, if you say so. I'm sure I'll be able to come up with something later though!" The lizardman smiled and removed his hand. This woman appeared to be devoid of life away from the empire, and a bit under-educated. Seeing as how Jacobie was an A class lizardman, nearly an S class just for his intelligence, He might want to take her on as an apprentice. Yet something felt odd about this human, he told himself.
"I... forgive me, but I've always thought lizardmen... were evil creations... made by the dark emporer."
"Not me. I was born a halfbreed. I'm actually half dark elf, or drow in their native tongue. That's why my spells are much greater than the other lizardmen. My father was an S class lizardman, and a former general for the dark empire... but I don't like talking about him much."
"... Why are you...?"
"Why am I what?"
"Being... nice to me?"
"Because I feel sorry for you. I try to stop slavery wherever I can find it. It's just inhumane."
"Spare me your pity, lizard."
"But also because I think you've got potential."
"... what?"
"I'd like to take you on as my apprentice, it that's okay with you."
"Potential... to be what?"
"Exactly. What. Whatever you want."
"Ever since I was young, I've seen mages try to buy me from the Dark Empire. I think now they were just trying to free me... like you were. I think... I think I want to be a mage!"
"Then as of this day foreward, You are a slave to nothing but the knowledge you crave. I hereby grant you the title of mage, and as my apprentice, you shal grow strong in the field."
"What do I call you, master?"
"Jacobie. That's what everyone calls me."
"But what about your full name? I want to know it, please!"
"I see little harm in telling you... very well. My full name is Thomas Reincover Jacobie. They all call me Jacobie for short."
"Can I call you Thomas?"
"You can call me whatever, but right now, you need practice." Outside of the pavillion, an alarm was sounding. The rebels must have been attacking.
"Put your helmet on. This will be a good way for me to view the way you fight. I wont let you die out there, so don't worry." The woman put the helm back on her head. It was open, so she could see. Probably a bad idea as the other lizardmen might mistake her for a rebel or bandit. Just then, Jacobie got an idea.
"Here, eat this." The lizardman took out a green, squishy sort of substance and handed it to the woman. She ate it quickly... must have been hungry. Suddenly, all of her features grew and changed color... they turned a scalley green. She even grew a tail.
"That will make them think you're a lizardman, but it only lasts for a short time. I gave you a lot, so you should last the battle. If you get hurt, call my name right away. Let's go!" Jacobie opened the flap from his pavillion and walked out. Sure enough, the woman followed.
"Alright men, what's up?"
"Sir, the rebels are attacking the barricade!"
"Right. Men, CHARGE!!!" The lizardman unsheathed his katana and motioned for Karmandalla to do the same. She did, and held it like he had, with two hands, close to her side. The lizards raced out of their tents and pavillions with large broadswords, maces, cleavers, greathammers, and greatswords. Each of them held their weapons with ease, and sped up to the barricade across the field of tents. Indeed, there were rebels waiting for them.
"I want all fast weapons to outflank them if they get close. Archers, to the barricade! Mages, blast 'em all to hell!" The lizardmen followed the orders given by Jacobie. All of the men were huddled near the barricade. Every single lizardman in this platoon carried both a bow and a melee weapon. Quite an intelligent stradegy. There were few mages, though. An unfortunate turn.
"I sssee themss!!!"
"Hold your fire until I give the word." Rebels with longswords and maces charged into the front of the barricade.
"Let loose your arrows! Fire at will!" The arrows from the bows of the lizards made sure not a single rebel made it into the camp. However, that did not stop them from comming in. More of them charged the gate.
"Aim! Fire!" The wave was a bit less successful this time, as a few rebels made it in. They were quickly cut down, however.
"We Hasss no more arrowsss!"
"Ready your melee weapon!" The lizards then got out the weapon assigned to them. Just then, an army of rebels, this time more organized, marched along the snowy paths to the barricade.
"Ready... Set... ATTACK!!!"
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