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Blind Fighter [O]; Open to 2 others!
Topic Started: Sun Nov 27, 2011 4:52 am (213 Views)
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Brint grimaced, all he saw was darkness, he'd been blind the since the age of ten, he had learned to travel and fight even without his vision. His axe was sheathed on his back, a twist and pulling movement would free it from the loop's snapping buckle, forcing it to open and easily draw his weapon. His skin was as grey as the broken stone buildings around him, the wind passing through the area brought the scent of rain and the rushing wind painted him a picture of what the area looked like. He stroked his short white beard, the white hair was common for grey orcs but he had long since stopped caring about colors and shapes, he used his superior hearing to paint shapes of the surrounding from the echoing sounds of his foot steps and the rushing wind, but it wasn't complete, he could only see a few feet around him at a time, making it hard to adapt when he wasn't focused on fighting, when he fought it was as if he could see everything, even attacks from behind seemed futile thanks to his excellent sense of hearing.

He felt a single cold droplet fall from the sky, he grimaced, he hated the rain, he couldn't stop it when he didn't need it and couldn't stop it when it would be a blessing, if he had his brother's skills he could use the winds to bring and disperse rain at will, but for now he could only rely on his axe and hearing... until he found a tribe to help him, he would make friends, allies, and then finally get as many of them as he could to become his tribe, his family, and then he would commence with his plans to take over the orc race and become the first High King in the last four hundred years, the last one being killed by a man wielding a black bow, he fired a single arrow that broke through dozens of magical wards and pierced through the adamantine armor the High King traditionally wore. His scowl changed to a grin when he heard the whoosh of wind, it moved oddly, there was a blank spot with small slit openings, it was a door. He walked to the door, feeling for a handle, once found he opened the door and walked in, he spent the first hour feeling around the room, it was around sixteen by sixteen feet, probably a one room house. He was rewarded by feeling an old fire place, long since burned out with it's cold ashes, old furniture dotted the area, most of it fell apart at his touch, but one chair was of dwarven make, he could feel it from the metal and wood used. He sat down in the chair, it had thick cushions, he took the cloak from his back and put it over his body as a blanket, he would wait for the rain to pass here. Just as the rain started he sighed, he hoped it wouldn't last more then a day.
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The rain was not a bother to the pale warrior known as Godfrey. Again he had been brought to the ruins of this city. He grimaced as he reflected upon his last visit, which nearly led to his death. After a fight with a bitter rival, a visit with a shady celestial, and the start of a quest that led him nowhere, he'd grown to hate the place. He eyed the ruins warily, his only reason for being there a tip off that more undead abominations had taken up refuge there, led by a rogue wizard that had once led a particularly large group of bandits. Until he slaughtered them and turned them into an entourage of weapon-wielding zombies, of course. Knowing a plentiful amount of coin and a bit of recognition awaited him upon his return to the inn where he'd first heard of his quarry, he'd made a hasty trek.

He peered around the ruins, looking for a sign. No doubt they'd taken refuge somewhere near the old graveyard, so that was his first destination. As he walked down the main road of the city however, something had caught his eye- Something big. Unable to discern what it was, he quickly reached for his fighting knives, and followed in pursuit. As he slowly crept up to the door the creature had entered, he raised a brow. He could tell from the size and build that the creature was an orc, and by the way he was acting, it seemed as if he was blind. He watched silently as the beast-man fumbled around and eventually took a seat, then decided to break the silence. He'd fought alongside orcs before, and knew that not all were mindless berserkers hell-bent on destruction.

"Not every day a man sees an orc rummaging around in these ruins... Especially one without the gift of sight. What brings a grey skin like you to this godsforsaken city?"
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Brint looked in the doorway, not that it mattered since he was blind, he nodded, "I may be without sight but I am not without manners, I am a Grey Orc, grey skin is rude, we prefer our old name Tolishvar or simply a Grey Orc. As for what I am doing here... I'm simply wandering around, I have no tribe or clan to protect me so my only protection is to keep on moving." He stood up, readjusting his cloak back to his back, he grabbed his battleaxe's haft and made a quick twisting movement to pop the loop open, he swung out his axe. He nodded to the man, "Come in and rest for a moment, my name is Brintonious, Brint for short though, sit wherever you'd like." Brint sat back down in his chair, putting the battle axe to the side.

He listened to the man's foot steps, keeping his face towards him, "So who are you stranger, and what are you doing in this broken area... ah, you're probably wondering how I know the area is broken and damaged. I can hear the cut of the wind and the constant bouncing of it, allowing me to paint a rough picture of the area in my head, nothing refined though, ah, I'm babbling, please speak." He stopped speaking, keeping his face pointed at the man, his body was slightly tensed, if he made any quick movements his axe would be in his hand and he would be ready to chop the man's body to pieces, but for now he would wait and listen.
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He made no apology for his observation. "Hunting. A rogue wizard and his thralls passed by here, and there's a hefty bounty on his head." He said no more before sheathing his knives and taking a look around. Not a moment after, the sound of a haunting battlecry could be heard, followed by several footsteps. Godfrey quickly drew his knives again, and stood in a defensive position at the door, quickly turning his head to the blind orc. "Seems they found us before I found them. Ready that axe of yours, orc. If you want to live, you'd better know how to use it!"

As he turned around, the creatures came into site. There had to be a score of the abominations, their faces grim and pale, their blades and axes thirsting for blood. As the first wave came into striking distance, Godfrey unleashed a vicious strike towards the first attacker's throat, to little effect. It attempted to tear through his flesh with a rusted longsword, only to be countered and sliced across the gut, sending its putrid intestines to the ground in a bloody heap. As it recoiled from the strike, the warrior followed up with a spinning slash to the base of its neck, nearly taking its head off. With another swift strike to the other side of its neck, the head was severed. It fell and rolled to the ground. More of the undead soon came to replace it, forcing Godfrey back into the building. It seemed the orc and the human were effectively cornered, but that only added to the thrill of the fight for the hardened ex-demon hunter.
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He heard the shambling and the war cries far before his guest did, he paid it no heed though, as long as they stayed put whatever was making the noise would go away. Though when his guest said he was tracking down a wizard with a large bounty on his head, that caught his interest, he listened on until he heard his guest draw steel. He could hear the foot falls of some beings moving closer, it was probably the minions of the wizard he was looking for. He picked up his axe, but first he listened to his friend fight, the cut of the wind was quick and powerful, he was strong and skilled, he would be a fine shield-brother. He put both hands on the axe, stepping in, using his shoulder to force the one blocking the door out, he capitalized on his movements, he could hear the groans and movements of his foes, he ducked and slashed as two axes swung at where his head once was. His axe cleaved through a leg, he brought it up sharply to cleave the abomination's chin, using his axe haft to block a sword strike.

He grimaced as he was slowly being pushed back into the building, being cornered would limit movement, it was time to do what any orc would do, push harder. He rammed his whole body into the first part of the group, sending them reeling back, with a quick and sharp spinning action he cleared the immediate area in front of the house, forcing his foes back or get sliced, he looked over his shoulder as he made for the side, "The way is open, get into open ground and let us rout them in orc fashion! Crush them between two unstoppable forces!" He rushed around the left side, dodging and blocking with his axe haft, once he could identify the surrounding by the rain fall he would strike back.
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