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Last edited by Zeppo007; 06-30-2010 at 05:44 PM. |
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Lodrin is a bit disturbed by the fact that he couldn't knock out the guard. And the half-orc's finishing move only makes him feel even more complicated.
'I suppose that's for the best. It is a bit pointless to spare a person's life when all of his colleagues are dead.' With an inaudible sigh under his breath, Lodrin spares a glance over at the bloodied and surrounded mage. He shakes his head at the poor guy, before charging straight at the last halberd-wielding guard. |
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Gor's reckless behavior gets the best of him as the guard does slam his halberd into the raging individual. However, he feels little to no pain as adrenaline pumps furiously through his body. A scaly individual charges upon the guard to the left of Gor, but he ignores the owner of the scales, for now. The half-orc slams the axehead to the frozen ground, splitting it open. Roots and stone break through the cracks, sprouting up, appearing to try to grab the guard. Gor swings the axe downward coupled with, "Rrraaaah! To the ground, scum!" Last edited by Tendolhorse; 07-01-2010 at 12:32 AM. |
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Gildor barely managed to land on the statue's hand, and the buffeting wind threatened to throw him into the water below. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Digana in concentration. At that moment, the wind died down, and the sorcerer was able to stand upright without having to fight the gale. Assuming the young noblewoman was the cause of the more favorable weather he shouted, "Thanks for that, Digana!" Gildor turned his attention back to the fight, admiring the birds-eye view of the battle. One of the mages was far out of his range, and another was subdued by Paror. That left the guard and the mage harrying Gor. The sorcerer looked to the sky, and dark clouds began to form. Gildor thrust his staff to the thunderheads, and lightning flowed down the implement. Bolts of lightning then fell from the sky, striking the ground around the guards.
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Bebop raises his fist in approval and excitement as Gor downs the guard, and is soon astonished at how everyone, including two strangers and a beast, acts almost in concert to assail the guards. His blue eyes scan the plaza, and he notices one of the mages has received little attention. And without the good sense to flee like that fellow running south. Pointing his wand at the mage who is in the midst, no doubt, of conjuring some foul magics upon Gor, Bebop calls out in a singsong voice, "You see the battle's getting hotter! Come now, gather at the water. Let cooling liquid so inviting bring you here to cease your fighting."
As the siren song fills the mage's ears, his mind is assailed and his vision starts to darken, until the only thing clear is the fountain: the beautiful sparkling fountain. He feels the pull to go there at all costs. And so he stumbles towards it, passing right in front of the raging half-orc, sidestepping his comrade, leaving Gor the perfect opportunity to strike. |
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After Paror misses his grab attempts, Rufus and Mikela join the purple poet in their attack versus the mage. But the unknown rusty dragonborn is the first to strike true, smashing the man's head, while blood pours from his ears.
__________________Gor forces the guard to the ground, using his innate half-orc fury. The man is so distracted that he doesn't see Gildor's lightning attack coming... and he is electrocuted by it. Bebop's trick allows Gor to put another mage to death. Now only two mages remain... the one to the south turns around and runs away fast, turning a few corners, disappearing into an alleyway... the last of the Yukolites faces Paror, slamming his black orb at the rogue, but missing by a foot. Then, afraid of the retribution, he runs away, but Paror manages to take advantage of the opportunity and stabs the man in the back, straight through the heart. He drops dead too. Last edited by Olorian; 01-30-2011 at 04:24 PM. |
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Gildor panted from exertion, and the clouds above cleared away. "This has been the longest day of my life," he said to himself. The sorcerer looked down from his perch, unsure on how to descend. He cautiously climbed down the statue, jumped into the fountain pool, and clambered over the fountain wall. "You alright, Gor?" he asked the warden as he wrung out his robes.
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Paror gasps in amazement as the dragonborn kills the man and steps up to the Dragonborn "and what vile vermin do you think you can be without so much incredulity as the beasts of burden that waffle and toil in the fields?" raising his rapier and pointing it at the Dragonborn's face. He is full of anger "Suffer not those inbred and inborn to understand the higher beings other than blood and shed... There is more to life that the stabbing sword and your bastardised legacy!!" Paror pushes past the Dragon born, and walks away from the scene, back to the brunette he bumped into earlier, returning to charm and smiles "Why don't you just hate the common class?" he laughs rogishly "You could do with a few fine dancing gowns for this evening, care to join me?" Paror bows and tips his invisible hat to the girl before offering her his arm "let us walk upon the beach and think of nothing but you and I! To sit under stars and let me help you understand the meanings of rythm and rhyme and how the two intertwine into hottened understandings... We walk along the wooded hills and night and hear the creaking of the oak, and hold you tight as imaginations run amock. To stand together and worlds collide and retribution does nothing, but sit and stare..." shooting a poisoned look back at the Dragonborn he talks to the rest of the party "Perhaps we shall meet again in pleasanter company... where the wilderness is not quite so close to home..." He starts walking off with the girl before calling back, as if he was bored "I'll be at the Ox and Arrow on the North side of town, send a runner before you come..."
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As the final guard rushes down the southern street Mikela stoops and whispers something to her lizard companion. Rufus's head scans the market place quickly before the lizard scurries over to one of the merchant stalls and disappears beneath it. Mikela hurries over and collects her robe and veil and covers her beastly appearance.
__________________"I am called Mikela formerly of the Adderfang tribe." She says as she rejoins the group standing near the fountain. "Am I correct in assuming that you also have a grievance with Lord Braga? As she talks she flicks a lever on her trident. The weapon's fearsome looking tines fold into the handle and the trident now looks like a simple walking stave. |
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Lodrin returns the poisoned look of Paror with a confused look of his own, he stands up from the ground. "Ow, why is he angry at me?" He asks no one in particular.
He faces the elf-like human and Inspiring Word on Gor, in form of praise.answers the question that is not meant for him. "I am sure he is fine! To be able to face that many opponents alone, he must be a great warrior. And a great warrior probably won't be hurt seriously from that fight... Right?" The dragonborn smiles briefly at the half-orc at the end of his statement. "Anyway, I am Lodrin... From the Thunderhammer clan." The dragonborn introduces himself as he walks toward one of the dead mages. "I am looking for my missing father and brothers, and I heard bad rumors about that Braga." He bends down and wipes the blood away from his hammer with the dead man's robe. "And if lord Braga is behind that. Then yes, I have a problem with him." He stands up and put his hammer back into its holster. "Shouldn't we find somewhere to hide? Because I think one of the guards got away." Last edited by Fon; 07-02-2010 at 04:45 PM. |
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Bodies are strewn around the square. The roots and stones shackling the dead guard slowly release their deadly grip as Gor breathes heavily, catching his breath. His icy exterior remains "switched on" and he turns to face the dragonborn and the shifter while they speak. At the dragonborn's compliments, Gor simply grunts. He spits out a wad of blood, letting it freeze on the icy rubble as the scaly fighter finishes his story. "You're quick to turn on Braga just from bad rumors..."
__________________The half-orc's head begins to throb from over-exertion, but he continues speaking. "Like the storm wielding boy said, my name is Gor and that's all you need to know." Last edited by Tendolhorse; 07-02-2010 at 11:24 PM. |
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The woman clad in brown/white commoner's clothes, who was standing near the door to the Ox and Arrow, moves forwards to stand next to Gildor. Her voice is sad, but strong at the same time. "The rumors are true... Lord Braga holds many souls captive in his castle... Well met, Lodrin of Thunderhammer and Mikela of Adderfang. Your help was much appreciated. I am Digana. Digana... Braga."
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The girl Paror tries to lead away starts to struggle. "Let me go, purple creep!" And she slaps him in the face with a the flat palm of her hand. Hard.
__________________SMACK! The Yukorcity inhabitants who had been standing at the edge of the Ox and Arrow square chuckle, but quickly their faces change back to a general look of disapproval of what had just happened here. Seven of the city law enforcers had been put to a quick death by the adventurers... and apparently not all Yukorians have a grudge against Braga... or at least, if they do, they don't dare to display it. Most people are quick to leave the scene, leaving the adventurers and their dead enemies alone in the square. Then, a Ralphfat man appears on the doorstep of the Ox and Arrow, calling out loudly, "Hey, are you going to order a drink or wh-" but his voice dies in his throat as he witnesses the outcome of the battle. |
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Paror is shocked... he has never been so rudely treated by a lady... As Ralph comes out Paror walks over "Something strong... and three of them" before walking inside as if nothing had ever happened, as he enters he turns to face the rest of the group "This rounds on me" and sits at the bar
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"Why you scoundrel! How dare you enter my inn after such a display!" Ralph the barman shouts into Paror's face as the man walks past him to sit at the bar. Ralph follows Paror in nevertheless. When he walks behind his own tap installation, he whispers to the purple clad man, "Well done son, well done... it was about time someone showed those *******s a lesson... here, these three frostwhiskeys are on me."
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