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| Drustan | Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:46 pm Post #31 |
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The horrendous wailing and screeching ended as abruptly as it had started. At first, Alayn believed that it was because her magical assault had managed to kill the spellcaster, but that did not seem to be the case. A loud, wizened voice sounded out from the sphere of darkness, begging for her forgiveness and her mercy. The prophet stared at the shadowed area for several long moments before replying, her mien thoughtful. However, her mismatched eyes were still harsh and unforgiving. Puny mortals such as that orc would try any trick to avoid her righteous wrath. She would not absolve him so easily. "I know not who speaks now, but at least you address me properly. I am Alayne, the Mistress of Mirrors, Paragon of Perfection, and Scion of Allyria. My flesh and blood is that of the goddess Rifleterre, consort to Iddio and Queen of the Great Seven. I know not who you are, but if you halt now I will allow you to live the rest of your mortal life beneath my heel. However..." She paused significantly, raising her hand mirror. Its surface shone like a beacon, although the light did not penetrate through the globe of magical darkness. "You are harboring a cretin who has wronged me. He has denied my divinity and besmirched my name. The only fit punishment for his actions is death. I am already doing him a great honor by offering to execute him myself. Give me the orc, and your own freedom is guaranteed, for I am a merciful Goddess." Her small tirade was interrupted by a shadow falling over the scene. Alayne glanced up to see that the rest of her valkyries had arrived. The Mercurio hovered over the docks, its silver hull glimmering in the sunlight. The floating vessel moved downwards until it was on the same level as Alayne, the prow pointing straight towards the globe of darkness. Two of her handmaidens tore a sheet off a protrusion on the deck, revealing the siege weapon hidden underneath. The Oantans had procured the designs for a repeating ballista from a Cascadian airship that crashed near their village; the entire weapon was housed in a metal cage that allowed it to be moved back and forth while firing a lightweight steel bolt every few seconds. Although it might not be powerful enough to sink a ship, it was a devastating weapon against crowds and single targets. Two of the valkyries used a series of cranks to adjust the balista until it was pointing straight at the globe of darkness. "Relent and cancel your magic, or I will destroy you both!" |
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| WolfheadMGJ | Sun Apr 15, 2012 10:58 pm Post #32 |
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Her words rang clear, the last effects of his deafness fading completely. Ulfr pondered what this Alayne had said, claiming that she was the flesh and blood of a goddess, Rilfeterre. A goddess? Ulfr wasn't even entirely sure that he knew what that was, let alone what they were capable of. He knew they were supppsed to be very powerful and didn't die. No one had ever broached the topic with him. It was amusing however to see Alayne attempt to shine light into the darkness he had brought forth. A floating ship appeared, with more of the armor clad women aboard. Ulfr thought it safe to assume the ship was Alayne's. It was a menacing sight, but Ulfr had nothing to fear from it aside from a lucky shot. So long as he kept an eye on it, he ought to be alright. But that was easier said than done, as he was having to watch Alayne and the two armored women on the ground. Ulfr's brow furrowed in concentration, trying to pick the right words. There was a possibility that he would incur her wrath, it was all to clear she had quite the temper alongside that haughty attitude that was apparent from the way she talked. This exchange of words seemed to be just as precarious as walking across a canyon on a wobbly bridge. "Mortal life? Rather presumptious aren't we? And you would put someone to death because they differ from you in some way? In this sitaution it is because the orc does not believe as you do? This does not fit well with someone of your stature Alayne. That doesn't make anyone think you merciful, killing this orc because he hurt your sesne of pride. Would it not it have beem smarter to be patient with him, and win him over in time? Instead you seal his fate when he show signs of intelligence, choosing not to believe your words alone. Actions speak louder than words, and here you are attempting to destroy him. Can you homestly look yourself in the mirror after this rash and hasteful show of hatred? And what of the other one within my shroud of darkness? An innocent passerby that you dragged into this conflict because you had to punish the orc? What do you think he thinks of you now? Does he think you divine? Does he think you righteous? No, I say he does not. You have shown neither. You have shown hatred and corruption over mere words of another? If you were truly righteous and divine, you would have saw those words born of ignorance! And this is how you choose to educate? By killing? If they are condemned because they do not believe, you have condemned the other one, the human within my darkness by this display of yours. What do you expect him to think of you after seeing all this? Look into your mirror, Lady of the Mirror, look deep, and tell me what it is you see!" |
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| BlindOrc | Mon Apr 16, 2012 8:51 pm Post #33 |
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Brint smiled as his hearing came back, it he heard the heavy breathing of another man, he was only a few steps from him... and he was making his way towards the edge of the darkness, and directly towards the women with spears. Brint grunted and jogged over to the man, holding him still for a moment before whispering, "Do not go out that way, I will lead you to a building and you can escape around the other direction, if you don't you will be killed by those two women, also if you see the guards, tell them the orcs are their allies in this fight." The man spoke slowly, as he considered his options, "Y-yes, just p-please help me get out of here alive, I have a family to take care of." The man was on the verge of panic, the sudden magical assault, complete darkness, if Brint wasn't wind blessed he would have panicked to. He lead the man to a building with his new echolocation enhancement and gave him a slight shove in the direction he should go. The man scrambled around the building, hugging it for dear life as he started to shimmy around it. Brint turned back to the darkness and walked near the edge, he spoke out loud as he took a few steps back, hoping to lure the women into the darkness, "Afraid of a little darkness? Afraid to fight a blind 'infidel'? I thought you people had more courage then that... if you don't make the first move you'll find an entire tribe of battle trained orcs, not to mention the city's own guards, coming to kill you and your mistress, your best course of action is to kill me now." He made sure he was out of the reach of most spears and kept on taking a few steps back, he crouched with his axe down and waited, he wouldn't kill them, just defeat them and escape, draw the ship away, if he could get into the streets and alleys before his men got here... he could force them into a conflict with the normal guards and the Sentinels, letting them cover his retreat was his best option. |
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| Drustan | Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:19 am Post #34 |
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Alayne's lips pulled back in a smile so dazzling it would doubtlessly make a sculptor weep, but there was no warmth or compassion in her mismatched eyes. "You do not understand, clearly. I cannot do wrong, mortal. Your resistance will not even be remembered in the tale of my ascent to true glory. You will not be given a footnote or an obituary. Even if you were worthy of mentioning... The masses would cry out your name with horror and distaste." She shook her head from side to side, her long brown hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. "As for the mortal trapped in there with you...? I forgive him. I will grant his soul reprieve. When he dies, he will be allowed to ascend to Allyria... But not you. you will rot in hell for all of eternity, trapped in torment, for refusing my divine right. Think of that, and despair..." The prophet raised one hand, gesturing to the valkyries on the Mercurio. One of the handmaidens began to turn a crank on the siege weapon, gears clicking as the teeth ground together and pulled back the steel springs. The other valkyrie readjusted the aim so it was directed at the center of the globe of darkness, her mien resolute. They did not seem worried about the fact that they were about to open fire on civilians; Alayne's word was that of Riflettere, and her orders were aabsolute. The first bolt rocketed away from the ballista, disappearing in the orb of magical darkness with a loud thunk! The second warrior handmaiden raised a second bolt and placed it in the proper slot as the other continued to turn the crank, pulling back the springs and readying it to launch again. The second projectile was launched only a few seconds after the first, shooting into the darkness a few feet to the left of the first. The valkyries continued to sweep the ballista back and forth, firing bolts in a pattern meant to strike anyone hidden within or flush them out of hiding. Skuld and Sigrun did not move from their position, the valkyries peering into the inky darkness with squinted eyes. Eventually the taller of the two laughed, pulling a wine skin off her belt and taking a deep swig of the liquid within. Her voice was thickly accented, although still understandable. "You mock courage, brute? You stay in darkness, talk about brave? You are one hiding from us." She returned the drink to her side, gripping her spear firmly again. "You will not trick. We are valkyries, above petty insults. We are disciplined." She grinned widely, her eyes bright with zealous fervor. "Come out. We will kill you and tribe and friends, all who doubt Mistress."
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| WolfheadMGJ | Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:19 am Post #35 |
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OOC: Edit: 20 ft diameter for Globe of Darkness. It looked like a giant crossbow, and a faint smile crossed Ulfr's lips as he remembered when Higoru had attempted to use a ballista against a Kraken, only to fail. Siege weapons weren't exactly what ninjas trained with, and Ulfr ended up having to heft the bolt and jump into the water, stabbing the aquatic behemoth in the eye. Snapping back to the situation at hand, Ulfr jumped to his left, having only enough time to throw his arms in front of his face as the bolt smashed into the street and kicking up debris all around it. A piece of stone hit him, possibly cracking the bones in his arms and scratching his arms. Running while he had the chance and willing himself to heal, Ulfr forced his way into a house near him. It was an average sized house, with a brown trench coat hanging on a coat hanger, a hat that almost looked western in design of the same color accompaning, along with some boot he had seen some horseback riders wearing. These didn't have spurs on them however. He quickly put these articles of clothing on, the boots feeling a little tight and the coat a bit short, though they reached below the top of the boots. The hat fit perfectly though. Disguised as another citizen Ulfr swiftly exited the building, walking fast until he reached the edge of the darkness. Carefully, he sneaked around until he found himself hidden in an allyway between two houses, their shadows draping over him, the lack of light a comfort to someone like him. Here, he was safe, unlike his opponent. Ulfr was crouched slighty behind her and on her right side, hovering on that disc assuming she were completely protected from anything that could be thrown at her. He placed his left arm on a barrel, using it as a makeshift stand to better his aim. Getting comfortable, but still able to move at a moment's notice, Ulfr froze, becoming invisble in the shadows while immobile. His second pair of eyelids rid him of a real need to blink. Focusing his energy, drew a raindrop quickly in the air with his finger, then an X over it and muttered "Water rebuke," under his breathe, instantly returning to his immobile state and concentrating hard on keeping the spell going. She wasn't moving, had no need to, and Ulfr had aimed dead on. If he kept it trained on her long enough, she would be severly dehydrated shortly, weakening her significantly and even being fatal if it affected her long enough. If she moved, he intended to follow her with his hand to keep the spell on her. If he was seen and attacked, Ulfr would simply step through the shadows back in the house he got his diguise from or in the street with Brint. Hopefully his disguise would fool anyone who saw him if he had to move his arm long enough to let him continue the spell a bit more. If he didn't have to move, then they couldn't see him at all. Ulfr concentrated on Alayne, focusing all of his distaste of people judging other like she because they differed somehow. This was him own human kind had first treated him because of what he was. OOC: Sneak at Master should justify being able to disguise himself well and sneaking around behind Alayne and her allies back. Hide in Plain Sight ability of Shadowdancer prestige class makes Ulfr "invisible" unless he moves. Edited by WolfheadMGJ, Wed Apr 18, 2012 10:02 pm.
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| BlindOrc | Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:38 am Post #36 |
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Brint heard one of the women speak, so they had decided not to take the bait, smart women, he would have easily handled them in the darkness, but now it was time for another plan. He heard a loud thunking noise followed by a loud crash, he dove the side and put his hands over his head as rubble skittered around him, he felt around and touched a piece of debris the size of his fist. He picked up it and felt the weight and surface, it was of rough stone, probably broken off of the street from whatever just hit it. He didn't want to stay to find out, instead he walked closer to the edge of the darkness and used his echolocation to see the two, they knew he was blind, or at least one of them, and they would not expect him to make a break from the only cover around. That is unless he got desperate, which admittedly he was, if the enemy had more of those things that can shatter stones it would only be a matter of time until one skewers him. He threw the rock hard at the face of the taller woman, charging out a moment after as their eyes were locked on the stone. He brought his shoulder into the chest of the smaller one, his frame may look thin for an orc but he had muscle in all the right places, when it came to quick bursts of power he was considered strong among the orcs. He didn't stop to fight the two, he had let them fall for a simple trick and kept on running, turning into an alley, he ran for a few steps and felt something hit his boot. He felt it quick, it was a large wooden crate, probably up to his waist, it was a stroke of luck. He quickly crouched down behind it and waited, his ears straining to listen for his foes, this time he would give them a much nastier surprise. |
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| Drustan | Fri Apr 20, 2012 8:01 pm Post #37 |
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The valkyries fired ten of the ballista bolts into the darkness before they stopped cranking the siege weapon, glancing at Alayne for further instruction. Fully a third of their ammunition had been hurled into the globe, yet there had been no cries of pain or surprise from the enemy. The prophet's mirror hovered in a slow circuit around the globe of darkness, high enough off the ground that she was outside of the range of most attacks but close enough that she could see anyone who fled the shadows. She licked her lips to wet them, feeling her throat constrictoddly at the movement. She ignored the sensation, instead choosing to speak out. "You do not realize how much it hurts me to do this to you, mortals. I would have gladly forgiven you if you had fallen at my feet in prayer." She swallowed again, frowning slightly. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, as if it had been stuffed full of cotton. She raised a hand to her forehead, trailing her fingers across her brow and feeling them come away drenched in sweat. She stared at her hand with wide eyes, unsure of what was happening. Striberg might be artificially warm, but there was no reason for her to be sweating so profusely. She licked her lips again and was surprised to find out they had cracked during the short span of time, raw and completely devoid of moisture. Alayne froze, her hand tightening into a fist. This was clearly not natural, which meant that magic was somehow at play. Her m,ismatched eyes swiveled down to stare at the sphere of blackness, her lips pulling back in a fierce snarl. For the first time she did not look serene and collected, her face twisted in a grimace that was terrible to behold. "You DARE to attack me?" She was literally shaking with anger, all three of her mirrors shining with silver light. "I will erase you from this world!" She gestured at the largest of the mirrors, which began to glow even brighter in response. <"Mirror, Mirror, reverse this attack!"> The enchanted object obeyeed instantly, locking onto the spell targeting the prophet and reversing its flow. Although she could not tell who had attacked her with magic, any arcane attack that targeted her should be redirected towards its caster by the Portal. Sigrun's eyes widened as the rock shot towards her, taking a quick step back and wildly whipping her spear in front of her face. More than by luck than any degree of skill, she managed to strike the missile and knock it away before it could strike her, but her moment of inattention allowed the orc to charge right past her. Skuld steppe dto one side in an attempt to block the brute's escape, but he bodily knocked into her, knocking her aside as he sprinted in the opposite direction. The valkyries were preparing to follow when they heard Alayne's outburst from above, their eyes immediately going to their Mistress. The two warrior handmaidens charged to the edge of the pier, one of them whistling to their comrades on the floating vessel. A rope ladder was thrown down in response, allowing the two of them to rapidly ascend to the ship and be nearer Alayne if she called on them. |
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| WolfheadMGJ | Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:29 am Post #38 |
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They didn't still know where he was, but it was all he could do not to laugh at her rage-distorted face. She spoke something in another language, and her largest mirror seemingly reacted to it. Ulfr watched Alayne to see what else she would do, but she just stayed there in the air, unmoving. From where he was at, he could see Brint charge out of the darkness and ram one of the armored women from his perephial vision, the orc running into an alleyway, though the females didn't follow him. It was now Ulfr realized how unbearably warm the trench coat was becoming, but removing it was more movement than he wanted to risk at the moment, studying Alayne to watch the effects of his magic. Sweat fell from his brow and dripped from his nose, finding it very odd that his magic seemed to have halted in affecting her. As his tongue began to feel like fuzz in his mouth, he looked to the mirror, starting to put two and two together. Giving a slight grin as he ducked behind the barrels, Ulfr halted his spell. Tapping into the shadows, he stepped forward through them, appearing in the house he had taken the clothes from. He searched the house, plundering for some kind of a cup or mug, but across a smaller sized urn first. Checking to see if it was empty, and it was, Ulfr pointed in it and whispered "Water," Water appeared in the urn, and Ulfr drank it in sips, despite how bad he wanted to drain it immediately; his body would rehydrate better and faster if he did so slowly. He sat in a corner that was dark and shadowed, should he need a quick escape, as he continued consuming the water. Hopefully Brint had gotten away, as it didn't seem like anyone was particularly interested in chasing after him from what he had saw. That could change he knew, but maybe the few moments they had ignored the orc would be enough for him to escape. If he could had cast magic Ulfr was sure the orc would have by now, so he doubted he could manage to fight on the offensive in this situation. Ulfr himself was wondering what he could do to do any real damage to the crazed Mirror Lady, Alayne. Her mental stability seemed so fragile, what with the way she reacted to his spell. As if such a response couldn't have been predicted and the possibility of such was so low that the actuality of it was maddenlingy bizare. What a piece of work she was. Taking another sip, Ulfr positioned himself to be able to see outside, the flying, Alayne, and his magical darkness visible to him thanks to a conviently located window across the dining room from him. Again, he started an illusion in that same voice as before to speak to Alayne. "Alayne; if you truly were the Mistress of Mirrors, Paragon of Perfection, and Scion of Allyria. If your flesh and blood were truly that of the goddess Rifleterre, consort to Iddio and Queen of the Great Seven, would you have been affected as you were, just as anyone else would have? If you are truly divine and perfect, how could that have happened?" Ulfr was hoping this statement would unhinge her, and in her insanity, she would be easier prey. That, or retreat. |
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| BlindOrc | Mon Apr 23, 2012 2:43 am Post #39 |
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Brint heard no one coming from where he had been... but now there was at least twenty pounding foot steps behind him, he recognized them as to heavy for the women... but not for orcs, his tribe was finally here. He heard Losk run up behind him and salute, "Chieftain, I am here with the others, we have four halberds, four hand axes with shields, six spear and shield users, four longbows, and two spear throwers, your orders?" Brint smirked, he turned to them and spoke quickly, "We have an ally, the boy we met a moment before the attack. Focus on no one buy Alayne and her women, I want the longbows to go up and hug this building, peek around, and ready a small volley of arrows to fire at her. If she follows or not doesn't matter, distractions or even forcing her to land from an injury is what we're going for. If she and her women follow, we stick to the alleys and fight together, axes behind us and spears in front while we run, just in case we get surrounded. The rest are in the middle with me. Now go!" His men nodded and went to work, his people got into formation in the alley as best they could, ready to run or fight. The archers peeked around the side and nodded, drawing back their bowstrings, they readied themselves, once they thought she was sufficiently distracted they bolted around and opened fire, four arrows heading towards Alayne. The archers shouted and whooped as they retreated into the alley, as soon as they arrived Brint had them placed in the middle, ordering the archers and spear throwers to aim at the alley they had just came from, he also gave an order that if the ship came within sight then they should run, splitting up into groups of three or four and meeting up back at the warehouse. His men grunted in agreement and waited, they would follow their chieftain through thick and thin... after all, it was their duty and honor to do so. |
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| Drustan | Mon Apr 23, 2012 3:48 pm Post #40 |
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Alayne's face twisted in an angry scowl, and when she spoke she spat out the words, as if they were poison in her mouth. "Of course I am not immune! All magic is a blessing given to us by the Seven! They clearly made a mistake to bless you with its power, given as you have turned that spark against their champion!" The hovering mirror pulled even higher into the sky, allowing her to survey the scene with her seething stare. She still could not spot those who had attacked her, nor could she see the orc who had insulted her earlier. Clearly, this entire city of Striberg was a nest of heretics who deserved nothing but destruction. She would start here, with the docks, and scourge this entire nest of heathens clean. The prophet was too angry to notice the small contingent of orcs that had edged around the corner of one building, their bowstrings pulled back and arrows prepared to launch. With excited whoops they launched the projectiles towards the woman. If not for the protective power of her portal, she surely would have been struck. However, the large mirror immediately swung around her body to the side she was being attacked from, placing itself between the missiles and the Mistress. Three of the bolts struck the surface of the mirror, punching through the reflective silver and sticking in its wooden backing. The last arrow passed underneath the large mirror, actually striking the disc that carried her through the sky. Alayne twisted to stare at where the attack had come from, her eyes wide with unspeakable rage. <Mirror, Mirror, reflect my glory!"> The incantation was followed by a brief burst of light that would force anyone watching to look away. When they looked back, there were five of the woman floating in the sky, each of them looking equally furious. When she spoke there was an odd resonance to her words, as if they were truly being spoken from five different mouths. "Regret what you have done this day, mortals. This city is doomed. I shall return and take my vengeance upon all who live here. You will never be safe, in this world or the next." All five images of the woman slowly floated down towards the deck of the silver ship where they stood and watched the streets with pure, unabashed hatred. "I will find you and smite you." With that the floating vessel began to rise higher into the sky, guided by the prophet's magic. She turned away from the disgusting sight of the godless city, turning her attention to the open sea. "Remember that orc's face, valkyries. One day his head shall adorn this holy vessel upon a spike." The warrior handmaidens nodded in compliance as they bustled over the ship, preparing it for flight. The Mercurio's sails flapped open, catching the wind and zooming away from the City of Magic. Alayne stood alone on the prow, her expression as stony as a statue's as she watched the horizon, her eyes shining with righteous conviction. |
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| WolfheadMGJ | Tue Apr 24, 2012 4:21 pm Post #41 |
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Before she could leave completely, Ulfr made the shadows shout incredibly loud, so as to make sure she would hear what he had to say. "They made a mistake? Do Gods make mistakes? You have just said yourself that either they are not perfect, or they are not really gods at all. Alayne, you have spoke blasphemy against what you preach; some prophet you are, Paragon of Perfection." The last bit of his statement was emphasized with sarcasm. Feeling like her ship wasn't going to turn around, perhaps because she needed time to reflect about the words they had exchanged, Ulfr ditched his disguise and made his way out into the street. To Ulfr, it seemed she had been deeply disturbed by everything he had "said", and he wondered how close to the brink of insanity she was. He feared what havoc she could create with her claiming what she had, and could feel himself trying to subconciously vow to protect people from her. He sighed, not knowing how he could do that and hunt Chaos. He would have prayed, but he knew not who to pray to. Now that the ship appeared to be leaving, townspeople slowly began to emerge from their hiding places to inspect the damage that had been done. Standing close to the orb of darkness, Ulfr started to call out to the orc he had just met, wishing to speak to him. Considering how fate had made them allies, a friendly conversation was overdue, as well as proper introductions. Ulfr laughed at the thought; when did his introduction ever consist of anything more than "Hi, I'm Ulfr." Chuckling under his breathe, Ulfr kept shouting until the orc came into sight, "Brint!" |
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| BlindOrc | Tue Apr 24, 2012 7:06 pm Post #42 |
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Brint waited with his troops, but nothing happened, in fact they said they could see the ship flying away, that was good, that meant it was time to pack up, buy some horses and carts, and haul his weapons and armor out of Striberg and start heading south, to warmer climates. He heard his name and turned, he recognized it as the lad who helped him in the fight he waved his troops off and walked towards him, Brint bowed his head, "Thank you for helping me. I wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for your intervention, but I was hoping to lure her into this alley... the spears and arrows would have cut her and her women down... truly a pity." He started back towards his troops but stopped for a moment, "What is your name sir...?" He waited for his reply before saying, "It was nice to meet you, when I become the High King of all Orc tribes and create my own country, you will be more then welcome to visit us at any time." He turned to Losk and started giving out orders, "Alright, back to the warehouse! Everyone start packing away weapons and armor, we're taking it with us and there is little chance of us coming back to this place, I'll just send for weapons next time. Losk you'll be with me, we're going to buy horses and carts for our weapons and armor, lets move people!" The orcs started to rush off, heading towards the warehouse, Brint turned his head and said again, "Thank you for your help..." He sheathed his axe and started on his way, a brisk wind passing through the area helped him realize where he was, he changed direction slightly as he turned off into another alley, it was time to move on. |
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| WolfheadMGJ | Tue Jun 5, 2012 8:50 pm Post #43 |
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"The name is Ulfr, and wondering if perhaps you would be willing to help me out?" Ulfr asked the orc, following him around as he barked orders. Waiting until Brint had finished, Ulfr began a tale that he had recounted several times now, in his attempts to recruit help for his own objective to remove Chaos from the face of Chaon. "Not to long ago, a demon by the name of Chaos along with an army of demonic minions disguised themselves and held something called the Blood Ball in the village of Kellen. At midnight, Chaos, who posed as the mayor, revealed who and what he was while beheading Higoru Kamikaze, my best friend. Higoru had been chained and held within a cage. After he killed Higoru, the other demons, who had posed as guards for the festival, discarded their disguises and began killing the townspeople indiscrimenantly." Ulfr paused for a moment as the orcs began to barter for horses and carts, continueing after the deal was done. Ulfr thought that at the price for which they bought everything, brint had made off with a steal. "At the end of a bloody and long night, just as the sun was rising, we of Kellen managed to remove the enemy. Chaos had fled early on before I could fight him. Those of us left went around and tried to determine who was left. A week or two later, we held a funeral for all of them, our lost friends and families. Now, I've been tracking Chaos for a while. When I find him, I'm intend to kill him, one way or another, for revenge and to prevent him from doing that to another village. If I prove to be a valueable ally, would you aid me Brint?" |
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