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As Gildor opened the door to the inn, shouting issued from the streets. Looking to the right, the sorcerer saw a squadron of guards rushing down the cobblestone street, heading to the large market square where the inn laid. Gildor was about to turn back into the inn when he noticed Gor in the center of the square! Taking a quick glance between Gor and soldiers, Gildor guessed that the soldiers had spotted the half-orc. "Friends, Gor's in trouble!" the sorcerer yelled back to Bebop and Paror.
__________________By the time he looked back at the scene, the guards had cleared a path through the crowded square lined with merchant stands and now formed a loose semicircle around Gor Ramheart, who stood next to a large fountain in the center of the square. The armored soldiers gave Gor a wide berth, while a few lightly armored mages stood behind them. The leading mage called to Gor: "By decree of his Majesty Lord Braga, you, Gor Ramheart, are under arrest for escape from confinement and the murder of High Lord Ignatius! Come quietly, or your death shall be swift upon you!" Civilians gathered a few feet back from the perimeter, watching intently to see the criminal's reaction. Last edited by Valkyrion; 06-10-2010 at 04:32 PM. |
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"Trapped like a sewage rat."
__________________Gor mutters an ill-willed word. His body brushes up against the fountain behind him. The door to the inn opens and a quick glance reveals Gildor walking out. Perhaps the situation wasn't quite as dire. A man in the back says a few words. Gor ignores him to concentrate on a strategy. He pulls out his axe; both hands grapple the shaft tightly. The battle is imminent and the outcome is in favor of the enemies. However, Gor may have a chance. After all, nothing is more dangerous than a cornered animal. Right? "You want me, Braga pawns? Come and get me!" |
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Gildor pushed past a few civilians to get a better angle on the fight, slowly drawing Festus's staff. "Be ready to fight," he told his friends. "I can't imagine for this to pass without the spilling of blood." The hooded sorcerer clenched his hand as if holding an invisible orb. The air within his grasp began to shimmer and writhe. He watched apprehensively for the moment when one of the guards would try to attack Gor.
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Paror sees the guards and tips his imaginary (or invisible) hat "It seems our dear Garthak has brought some of his pandering followers from the rustic heights... As Gildor moves Paror slips past him and tries to lose himself in the crowd, knocking into a young brunette woman as he dashes past, twirling on his heels, slowly losing momentum he winks to the girl, flicks her a gold piece and continues his deft movements through the crowd, Hiding is but one small respite before the ignoble come to stand and fight, before the incandescent furies fall and shattered honours die with gall... As merchant stars collide at night and raging passions fear the lasting fight. The Purple Lord soars and skulks like hidden shadows and fearing the fecklies familiarities that feud between the pale lights... lost in his own thoughts he bashes a fat merchant on the shoulder and sends a few errant trinkets flying Two shoots and a scalding monkey" he calls back Last edited by Olorian; 06-20-2010 at 04:10 PM. Reason: just added a bolt text tag |
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'Oh, is that a fight?'
Somewhere behind the mass amount of people, a red scaled dragonborn tiptoes and peers over the crowd with curiosity in his eyes. He scans over the half-orc, then at the guards, before looking back at the half-orc again. 'Hm... What's going on?' |
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The half-orc growls, "You want me, Braga pawns? Come and get me!"
__________________At the same time, Gildor manages to push away an elderly couple and their 4 year old grandson, causing some scolding and angry looks from some of the other market visitors, and attracting the attention of one of the guards. Then, a purple shadow flows past the sorcerer and the old people, bumping into some lady and a merchant, but a second later no one notices the man beneath a strikingly similar colored market stand. The Yukolites, even the one who looked up at Gildor, turn their attention to the half-orc outlaw at the fountain. One of the black robed mages says in a commanding tone, "Lay down your weapons, criminal!" As all of the guards and mages move closer a few paces, the guards warily keeping their halberds in front of their bodies, while the mages all wave their free hands over their orbs. The globes seem to be made of melon-sized, smooth obsidian rock. Nothing remarkable is seen, then, but suddenly Gor feels he can't move his legs as the guards close in on him. "You're coming with us," the guard in the center says to Gor, "now DROP THAT AXE!" A sudden rush of wind blows off the guard's helmet, revealing the balding head of an angry human. The bald guard picks up his helmet and puts it back on, while some of the people in the crowd start shuffling backwards, away from the angry looking half-orc. Last edited by Olorian; 06-25-2010 at 12:17 PM. |
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Paror darts forward, dodging people and stalls as he rushes forward and unleashes a quick attack against the approaching attackers! He also makes a mental note to talk to the brunette after the fight is over
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The red dragonborn continues to watch, until the purple shadow run past in front of him. The dragonborn turns his head in an attempt to identify the purple shadow. However, that attempt is hindered by the crowd around the market stall.
'No good, I can't see what's going on.' The dragonborn apologizes to the merchant, as he moves forward and accidentally knocks a few trinkets down from the stand. He continues to squeeze through the market stalls, and stops at the very stand where the purple shadow was. |
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Bebop cringes as he steps out the door to see what Gildor is talking about. "Hellfire take Braga and his ilk! Well, apparently they know what we look like..." The little gnome strides out into the open space to get a good look at the surroundings, stroking his red goatee nervously as he considers whether he might talk them down. He is about to open up his mouth to speak when he sees his strange new acquaintance, Paror, dart out to unleash a barrage on the robed guards. This won't end well... Bebop thinks as he draws his wand and points it at the guard in front of Gor. He is so baffled by the turn of events, his words come out somewhat jumbled, "Run quick from these goons, Gor, don't be harpooned! Right is on our side, for our friends that have died!"
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Gildor put his palm to his face as his attack managed to only remove the guard's hat. At least we still have the element of surprise... he thought. The sorcerer took a deep breath and tried to maintain his focus on the guard directly in front of Gor. Gildor raised a clawed hand to the skies above, and a small, dark cloud started to form above the guards' heads. "Now!" Gildor cried, and a blast of powerful lightning streaked from the cloud, landing in the midst of the unsuspecting guards.
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Mikela had been keeping the merchant busy while Rufus rooted stealthily beneath his stall for rotten fruit when the commotion began. The merchant looked around furtively before snatching the coin from Mikela's gloved hand and tossing her an apple. As the merchant hurriedly threw crates of fruit onto his rickety cart Mikela watched as the the half-orc bellows his challenge. This is interesting a voice in her head says suddenly says. "Yes Rufus it is. Be ready to move quickly my friend. This might be what we have been searching for." A huge head with large razor sharp tusks protruding from it's lower jaw pokes out from beneath the merchant's stall. Bits of rotten fruit and melon rind still hang from the creature's mouth as it surveys the scene. Mikela draws a staff from her back and reveals it to be a steel trident as she loosens her concealing robes. as the guards clash with the half-orc she makes her decision. She strips the veil from her face revealing a face covered with tawny fur. She then drops her robe to the ground showing her fine armor crafted from the pelt of a desert lion. Spotting two guards moving in from the south she gives her lizard companion a few short orders and moves off towards the guards.
__________________"Hey squirrel-breath." She shouts at the leading guard "Wanna dance?" The guard looks over at the advancing beast woman and his eyes suddenly grow large as he sees the tusked beast shadowing her movements. Rufus darts around behind the guard as Mikela thrusts her trident at the guard's face. Electricity crackles between the trident's tines raising the hair on the guard's head as it nears his body. Last edited by Zeppo007; 06-22-2010 at 05:23 PM. |
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With the enemies advancing, Gor tries to deftly escape, however, he discovers his feet planted firmly against the ground. "No matter," Gor thinks confidently.
__________________He hears Bebop demanding that the half-orc flee from the fight. Unfortunately, the gnome's cries fall on ignorant ears, for Gor has never run from combat and he doesn't plan on it now. Crystals begin to build up around his body. As usual, a cold chill enters the air. Gor's body crackles as he sways; his head tilts back and forth slightly to keep all three guards in view. A section of the town square gets frozen over as ice mystically emanates from the half-orc. He notices the guards shivering. "The cold is brutal," he ponders, smiling. His legs brush against the fountain again. Slick ice replaces the rough stone underneath. The ice travels throughout the fountain, freezing the water in place. Perhaps one may even walk upon it. The moment the ice reached its maximum distance, Gor swings his axe, forming powerful crystals pulled straight from the air. The blade of his weapon barely reaches his enemies, however, the ice particles do the most work. They attack those closest, threatening them with frostbite and chills. Last edited by Tendolhorse; 06-23-2010 at 10:07 PM. Reason: Deftly, not daftly... :/ |
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The purple poet's daggers fly and cut across the mages' foreheads, causing a pool of blood to drip into their eyes. One of them (D2) is quick to wipe this away, the others are cursing and keep on rubbing their eyes with their wizard's sleeves. Bebop's rhyme doesn't strike the right note, while Gildor shows his control over the elements. His thunderstorm blasts into the guard facing Gor, and the man's body shakes from the sudden torrent of electricity... the thunderclap propels into the other two guards' faces, but also into the half-orc's. The moment Gor starts to turn into an icy warden, two newcomers show the nature of their alignment and attack the wizards in the south part of the square. The furry woman first receives a mean kick from one of the civilians she tried to run through. Then her trident misses the mage by an inch, while her companion keeps the man's backside threatened by two large tusks.
__________________Gor's frozen form gives him the power to strike, but his cold muscles have lost some speed. But the ice particles bite into the guards' feet and immobilize them for a moment, face to face with the half-orc. Meanwhile, the rusty dragonborn moves closer, but doesn't act yet... From the inn's doorstep, Digana conjures a ball of fire and flings it at the wizards... but the ball is extinguished as if flies past the frozen fountain. Ezekiel readies his hammer and charges the soldier nearest to him, but in his anger he misses his mark. The guards swing their halberds, one of them hitting Gor in the kneecaps, another hitting Ezekiel in the hip. Both are knocked off their feet. The two mages to the west keep rubbing their eyes, screaming, "Aaahhh, my eyes, my eyes!!", and one of them starts to walk anyway, and he bumps into one of the market stalls. The only Yukolite that managed to wipe his eyes clean, turns on Paror with anger. "Eat flame, you purple monster!" A drop of liquid flame erupts from the black orb, and falls down on Paror's head, where it turns into a shower of magma, causing a large burn on the rogue's cheek. The mage next to Mikela lets his obsidian ball hover in front of him, and it explodes in her's face, but the force is too weak to cause any harm. This trick is copied by the other one, with more succes: the lizard is blasted in the face by a surge of force. Meanwhile, most of the people in the market square try to find a way out of what is soon to become a bloodbath.... Last edited by Olorian; 07-14-2010 at 08:01 AM. |
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