Une tentative d'assassinat n'était pas loin de la première chose qu'Oriel attendait. En fait, il était probablement dans le top 5. Quoi qu'il en soit, le danger était présent, et juste avant qu'elle ne soit prête à sortir avec ses bagages contenant son armure comme bouclier, Arno s'est déplacée pour la défendre, défendant sans faille les flèches... bien qu'il semblait que leur Chevalier de la foudre ait été certainement tué. Alors qu'elle avait déjà vu la mort, plusieurs fois même, l'idée que cette attaque était si effrontée l'a encore un peu secouée. Le Chevalier du Métal semblait avoir une forme de désir de mort, et en tant que tel offrait de tirer leur feu avec rien d'autre que deux cadavres attachés à son dos. "Si j'avais le luxe du temps, j'offrirais de faire la même chose." Elle a dit, en ouvrant son coffre et en jetant hâtivement le Chevalier du Métal son sellet. "Mais nous n'avons pas grand-chose dans le temps. Je doute qu'ils vous tirent dessus avec vos boucliers... ils vous laisseraient probablement en dernier." Elle a dit de mettre ses gantelets. "Acheter du temps avec plus de corps n'est pas satisfaisant... mais je n'ai pas de meilleur plan. Sauf si vous voulez prendre le temps d'utiliser mon armure." Elle a offert, se tournant vers le Mira blessé et grimaçant. Si le Chevalier du Métal ne s'en souciait pas un peu, son armure pourrait très bien lui sauver la vie. Une flèche dans l'épaule... et d'après leurs regards, aucune des parties n'était médecin d'aucune sorte.
Alors qu'elle n'était pas médecin, elle avait vu beaucoup d'idiots penser qu'enlever la flèche était une chose intelligente à faire, et en tant que telle a dit: "Ne la touchez pas. Vous perdrez plus de sang." C'était mauvais... heureusement, elle avait eu au moins un certain degré de protection et ce n'était pas de la chaîne, mais un coup de feu dans l'épaule était sérieux. Ils devaient mettre Mira en sécurité, ou son épaule pourrait très bien guérir incorrectement, ou ils pourraient tous être abattus à mort. "Arno, nous devons sortir Mira d'ici. Telius, pourriez-vous prêter une épaule?"
Name: Oriel Schulz
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Description: A fair-skinned young woman with golden hair and cyan eyes, Oriel hails from a nation to the west of the main capital of Elementia. Standing at 6'1", she is taller than most women. Despite the air of nobility she carries about herself, she also bears scars from the battles she fought trying to secure her station, as well as the musculature that comes with her weapon's usage.
Knight Element: Fire
Animal Familiar: Dragon Hatchling, roughly the size of a Gila Monster. Can barely spout flames on its own, but is durable, and has potential to grow into a full sized dragon within her lifespan.
Armor Style: An ornate set of red armor inherited from her father beneath a matching crimson tabard, treasured dearly by Oriel. The design is minimalistic beneath the tabard, allowing for it to still allow for optimal range of movements when using her sword. The armor itself is comparable to Gothic Style Plate Armor, and a matching Sallet is what she usually dons to protect her head. The gauntlets are gilded on the wrists as the greaves are decorated at the ankles with an image of a crown with a lion's head sitting at the center on the back.


Her father's great sword, a length of steel at 5'8" with an ornate etching in the center. Received as an ornamental weapon for his valor in battle, it was never intended for use in real combat, but upon having to flee her homeland, Oriel fashioned it into a blade worth fighting with by having a smith shorten the blade to make it faster to swing with. In addition, in case of a closer quarters engagement, she carries a dagger on her hip.
History: Born the first and only child to a Lord by the name of Aldebrand Schulz, Oriel's early life was spent in contentment and happiness with her father and mother at her side. By the age of four however, her mother's life would be taken by a terrible fever that left her father alone to care for her, and without a guiding hand to raise her into a proper young woman, Aldebrand instead saw that he would raise within her the only thing he knew how to upbring: A Soldier. A warrior. Even as a young child, he was firm in his teachings to her, practice sword lessons, sparring, even spending her idle hours playing "Hero" with the local village children...if she wasn't asleep, it seemed there was practice to be had. Such an upbringing lead Oriel to become extremely competitive and pride-driven, proud of the talent she'd cultivated with her father.
Of course, an idle sword-hand is of little use to anyone. Starting with no favorable treatment as a low ranking infantryman in her father's regimen, it was hard for her to grow accustomed to the life of a soldier, and even harder to be accepted by the fellows in her company. As time permised however, she would grow close and forge a bond of camaraderie with them that was shared; Even if she was the Lord's daughter, she had to struggle for every smile she saw in the barracks.
The years would go by as her father's men served the King of Elementia, and although the king's deeds were questionable, her father's loyalty remained to him. By the age of 20, Oriel would engage in her first actual battle and took her first life on the fields of war. Blood on her hands, the young woman soon found that she hadn't truly thought about what being a soldier meant. It seemed to shake her to her core...at least for a time. But, as all soldiers did, she adapted. It was either that or meeting death from another more willing adversary who shared not her remorse. Half a year of fighting before she was able to return home, only to soon find that despite her father's loyalty to the King, he soon grew fearful of the charisma that Aldebrand possessed, as well as his military prowess. With little effort, their home was entered, and her father met his end at the hands of a band of assassins bearing the King's sigil on their weapons. With her only family now perished, and her own life being pursued by those with the approval of the King, she fled and found refuge in the home of a kindly sage who was the proprietor of a library. Having now spent roughly a year out of practice and in hiding, Oriel was merely on a trip to the market before she heard the news of her "Knighthood." Now, she has a new goal in mind with her power...taking the throne from the man who spat upon her father's life, and cementing herself as Queen.