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Post by Arcane on Jul 29, 2018 18:43:38 GMT -5
IC: Vasilios The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342 Vasilios watched as the man squealed. He smirked a bit, but that was quickly wiped away as the other two men charged Absalom. "No." He grunted as he stepped in front of his friend. He lowered his head, his large horns facing them. He waited until they were close and flipped his head when they were within reach. He could easily have gored them, but he knew he shouldn't kill them. He only wanted to toss them off to the side, like the piles of rotten filth that they were. He had not wanted to fight tonight. Rest was what they had intended here. He felt as if he were partially to blame. His species. His size. He was always trying to better himself, but sometimes it was almost too difficult. He would wait before drawing his weapon. He was not like the rest of his species. He was in control of body. He was in control of his mind. //No more innocent blood will be spilled.// He thought to himself as he outstretched his arms to provide further protection to Absalom. TAG: dice darthvoxyn |
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Post by darthvoxyn on Jul 29, 2018 23:32:43 GMT -5
IC: Absalom Blackfire The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar 1342 Seeing the other two charge at me after Drahz caught flame better than even I expected I couldn't help but smile. "You forgot about someone." I said with a chuckle and then took a step back just as Visilios stepped in front of me. "Told you." Visilios placed himself firmly between me and the two underlings, they shouldn't be difficult for him I figure. I began walking toward Drahz, sword in hand. As he was still trying to put out his burning hair I quickly reached down and picked up his sword then looked at the two villagers aiming to join the fight. "If one of you could grab rope that would be nice." I yelled over to them then looked back down to Drahz, gripping the swords tight. "Oh Drahz, did you really think the three of you could win this?" I asked like I was taunting someone with a hangover about the stupid things they did while drunk and then with as much force as I could muster I went to kick Drahz in the head. Tag: dice, Arcane |
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Post by patrickx31 on Aug 15, 2018 17:08:47 GMT -5
IC: Nemeia AngelbaneThe City of the Swamp, The Low Marshes, 1342The young tiefling would nod as she followed along beside the gate guard. Looking around the town and seeing how small it seemed. No real structures, just hutts and few people to live in them from the look of things. Whoever's the cause of their woes is pretty smart. A hutt town in the middle of nowhere? Besides Nemeia, who or what army would go out of their way to protect this place? They would make it to the house where the mayor resided in. Watching the guard introduce her and be relief of dealing with her and returning to post. Giving a nod back to the man, Nemeia would wait until the woman would finally open the door and invite her in. "Good day miss Quickfoot I presume? Thank you for having me, and my travels aren't anything much of note. Besides, I'm sure that you'd want the situation to be resolved as quick as possible." Angelbane replied as she followed the mayor inside. 'My travels, ha! Foul smelling marshes, danger around every corner. You're lucky I came because cause I was curious on the case itself. Helping you is merely an...unfortunate bonus.' Nemeia thought to her behind her smile. dice,
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Post by dice on Aug 15, 2018 21:33:55 GMT -5
IC: Drahz Von'Elterbrand
The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342
"No" The towering form that was Vasilios said staunchly before stepping between Absalom and the two enraged thugs. The pair was easily held back by Vasilios' mighty strength, leaving Absalom to deal with Drahz, and with the smaller in comparison, yet still towering man's request, a small coil of weathered and sun-bleached rope was produced by the two taverners who had decided to join the fray. The older man tossed the fraying cord in Absalom's direction, looking to Drahz with both fear and disgust. "Oh Drahz, did you really think the three of you could win this?" Absalom cooed at the now smoking form of Drahz on the floor. The man, ever defiant, sneered at Absalom in rebuttal and with a horrible wet grating noise spit on Absalom's boots. This was the last thing Drahz did before being rendered thoroughly unconscious by the forceful impact of the tip of Absalom's boot on his temple. Drahz was no longer a threat, and the situation had mostly calmed down... but the damage had been done. The form of the boy now known to be Fjord still lay unmoving in a pool of his own blood on the dark wood floor of the tavern.
Meanwhile Upstairs.....
Kai had been through a rough night. He had just arrived in Summerstone from the north, near Lake Vandar. The journey had been treacherous, the weather harsh, and the roads rough. All Kai could wish for upon arrival at the Bard's Tale Tavern was a cold drink and a warm meal, and he certainly had more than one drink... Kai awoke to the sounds of a brawl echoing up the stairwell into his bedchamber. His head was pounding, but his military instincts told him that trouble took precedence over comfort. Kai stood up wearily and stumbled out of his room and down the stairs where he was greeted with a ghastly sight. a minotaur stood holding back two leather-clad thugs while another lied unconscious, smoking, on the floor. To the side of the whole conflict, Kai saw a lifeless body, slumped in a pool of blood on the floor, and the bartender stood behind the bar quaking with fear. Something had gone horribly wrong. TAG: dice , Arcane , darthvoxyn , dragonsith13 |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Aug 17, 2018 22:15:10 GMT -5
Kai
The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342What time was he supposed to be on? Kai could not remember as he had multiple contracted showtimes that he had agreed upon with the tavern owner with. Another stop, and another What time was it in fact. His head throbbed in pain. Barely having time to finish clasping his belt on his persons he was still in his nightwear as he only secured a dagger to his belt, currently sheathed as he had little expected the commotion to be more than a disgruntled bar patron, too drunk and on the cusp of being cast out by his or her boot heels. Instead he saw a massive hulk of a Minotaur with two black clad thugs held at bay, with a third unconscious on the floor. A pool of blood lead straight to its now deceased owner slumped in a chair and dead. Accented by the bartender trembling and trying to manage not being engulfed in the chaos ensuing. He did not know what was worse, the fact that there was a massive beast in front of him to which he had no context or knowledge of the circumstances, or the fact that the same beast was between Kai, the bartender, and a potential drink. A drink that might have to wait for the moment. All of them were unknown to him. Who was who? Kai held fast, at least he had his boots on though his undergarments were less than flattering. TAG: dice , Arcane , darthvoxyn
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Post by Arcane on Aug 20, 2018 9:52:50 GMT -5
IC: Vasilios The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342 "Absalom." Vasilios projected his voice to his friend. "The stairs." He slung the two tired and beaten thugs next to their unconscious leader and stood tall once again. His stature was intimidating to almost all who saw him. He turned to the bartender who was shaking with fear behind the bar. "Sorry about this mess," he spoke softer now. "I can help clean up and it should be done in a jiffy." He smiled, though being a Minotaur it was a difficult thing for his facial muscles to do. His smiles were.. let's just say, something only a mother could love. He turned back to the man on the bottom of the stairs. He wasn't showing any aggression, but Vasilios knew not to trust just anyone. Just being a Minotaur was trouble enough in some places. He glanced at the dead boy. He lowered his head, shaking it from side to side. No one was supposed to die today. He was tired, but he must stay focused on the task at hand. He stood tall and waited for a response from his trusted friend. TAG: dice darthvoxyn dragonsith13 |
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Post by darthvoxyn on Aug 21, 2018 2:00:11 GMT -5
IC: Absalom Blackfire Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342 Quickly tying Drahz hands and feet together behind his back I looked at the pair of villagers that provided the rope. " Keep an eye on this one." I said to them then took the sheath of his short sword off his belt and fastened it to mine and put the sword in it. " Absalom, the stairs." I turned to see Visilios man handling the two grunts into my direction. Sheathing my longsword I walk around Visilios to see the stairs and see a man standing in his boots and underwear looking like he was hung over and didn't know what to make of what he was seeing. Letting go of the magic keeping them there my wings disappeared and the black began to drain from my hair returning it to its normal red. " Make sure to knock out those two so the villagers can restrain them my friend, then we can clean up." I said to Visilios then looked back to the pair that had provided to rope. " You, get more rope to tie them up when Visilios is done with them." I said to the older man then turned to the younger one who had yelled the dead boys name. " And you I am guessing knew the one that was killed, tend to his body, and if he has family please notify them." Grabbing the mead I had ordered from the table I left it at I took another drink then gestured the man in his underwear to come to me. Tag: dice, Arcane, dragonsith13, |
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Post by dragonsith13 on Aug 29, 2018 21:38:41 GMT -5
Kai
The Bard's Tale Tavern, Summerstone, Vandar, 1342
Kai, stood there still a it stunned, after looking away from the bartender whom was quaking and cowering. The continued sight of the massive Minotaur was quite the eye opener, like the wafting of bath salts below the nostrils jolting one awake. The calling out of names; Absalom, Vasilios and direction between the two of them at the end of what seemed to be a brawl well in hand now. As evident of the three thugs were huddled in a heap, two of them exhausted and beaten upon their unconscious leader. Kai, could not help but notice that there was a dead boy in the midst of it all, sad. Though these things did happen. He had come into the whole event on the tail end. These things never ended well, even when it was just a drunken dispute over a game, drink, or person of comfort. The second being came about to the foot of the stairs, the same stairs Kai now stood in his boots and undergarments in. At least he had worn his good boots, well that wasn’t true as they were his only boots. The second being grabbing a pint of mead, before gesturing and calling to Kai to come over to him. It was not really shock that he felt anymore, merely the realization of the piercing headache which caught up with him. The feeling that he had definitely gotten up too quickly. Water, he needed water he thought as he walked over to the being summoning him. Kai noticing that his black features changed to red as his visible wings recessed and retracted to a more hidden manner. Kai upon sitting down had grasped a unoccupied and still nearly full, somehow untouched in all of the chaos around it of the events moments ago. It was still fresh. Not water, hair of the hound, he thought as he sat down near the long red-haired warlock that had called him over. Taking a sip of the pint and savoring it, the instant relief evident on his face. He was more than open to what the being he had inferred was Absalom, might have need of him at present. Then again Kai really did not look like much of a threat, nor did he project such. He was at the moment a man with a pint, in the aftermath of their brawl. Arcane, darthvoxyn , dice
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Post by dice on Apr 18, 2019 22:56:52 GMT -5
IC: Karzig the Brute and Lieutenant Mortuum Northwest of Southport, Vandar From the ridge to the west the remainder of the armies comprised of both the risen dead and orcish servants watched as two figures picked their way across the smoldering remains of the military installment like insects gorging themselves on a corpse.
“Too many fell for a victory so shallow.” the orc chieftain Karzig The Brute said. “Mmm…” the other, a human draped in black robes, replied as he walked over the smoldering remains of the camp, idly kicking a stray helmet or stone here or there. “Three of my chieftains, seven scores of undead. I would have sent more!” Karzig fumed. “ However you insisted Krog would be enough!”
“I said Krog would be more than enough,” The human commented. “Kark!” Karzig swore. “Now we lose days. Days! Because of your incompetence.”
The black acolyte shot a steely glare at Karzig, and the Orcish chieftain, foul in his makeshift armor, was cowed. “I made an error.” The black Acolyte said matter-of-factly, casually flipping a stone or peering into a smoldering tent as he walked. “It would be foolish of me not to admit it, I thought the Black Rose would be the only real barrier to taking the North. I won’t make that mistake again.”
“What do we do now?” Karzig asked, desperate to be told what to do. “I made a second mistake.” The Acolyte said, ignoring Karzig, “When I failed to recognize that the same ones who meddled in our affairs in the Tomb to the south and were hailed as the Saviors of SouthPort would, some of them anyways, be here to give our armies trouble.”
“The armies are waiting!” Karzig said, glancing off to the west where the gathering of orcs and undead waited. “There must be something different about these adventurers.” the acolyte continued, talking to himself. “They’re different from other campaigners. They aren’t brigands, but they aren’t military either. They have a basic grip of the land, one of them is powerful enough to turn the tide of the battle here. I need to know more about- ah, here we are.”
The Black Acolyte paused atop a smoldering pile of rubble and cloth, and with strength greatly belaying his size, he lifted a large rafter beam and tossed it aside without a struggle. “We are all going to die” Karzig sulked, “We should not have made war against Man. We control the caves beneath, and the shadows of the wood to the north, why should we covet their lands? You and your master are foolish and greedy, just like the goblins. You have no real power, only empty promises.”
The Black Acolyte quickly strode down from the small hill, grabbed Karzig by his armored collar, and dragged him up the mound. He threw the protesting orc to the ground and stabbed a gloved finger at him. “Watch and see the power granted to me by Lord Kalarel,” the acolyte said. He threw off his robes and his skin was covered in black tattoos. On his chest, scar tissue in the shape of a highly stylized and ornate gaping jaw blazed white against the black ink covering his body. He began to chant, and soul destroying energies heeded his diabolic call. Karzig himself, wielder of considerable power, was terrified. It seemed to him the sun grew black in the sky. “Come!” the acolyte commanded, the chanting done. Karzig saw the stones around the Acolyte’s feet were smoking “I command thee, you cannot resist!”
A hand once tan and hard, weathered by the scars of many battles, now cold and pale thrust itself from the ashen pile on which the acolyte and Karzig stood. Bones once snapped had been forged anew with terrible power, cuts and rends in skin lay open, but not bleeding. The nearly naked man emerged, thrusting rock and stone aside until, lips bright red and eyes burning with terrible hunger, the tortured figure stood before the acolyte. Pleased, the acolyte walked around the figure, surveying his handiwork. Karzig sputtered and whimpered. This could be his fate, should he fail. “Excellent,” The acolyte said. He ran a finger across the dead human’s shoulder, lovingly, “What is your name, spawn?”
“Rrrhhhhnnnnn,” the thing took a long, fel breath for the first time in a day. “Garen,” it rasped, “I was Garen.”
A few cliques to the northwest, the so-called 'Saviors of Southport' gathered near a small fire, the flame just warm enough to keep off the biting cold and just bright enough to keep at bay the creatures that stalked the night. They were licking their wounds and hoping to avoid the mass exodus of the undead forces to the west. The last few days had been, hectic. The understatement of the century. The companions, Kai Tengery, Absalom Blackfire, and Vassilios were all that remained of their band of once 5, Garen Stonemountain and Veskar Nighborne had been lost to the defense of the last barrier to the north, the only thing keeping the Orcs and Hobgoblins at bay. The battle had been strange, though the camp had been expecting the attack for days and had entrenched their position considerably, the Orcs came with an unexpected ally, scores of undead commanded by men wielding fel magics that allowed them to raise the dead of both armies to turn the tide of battle. The camp was quickly overrun. Had the team's exploits to the south a few days prior caused this? Were they now carrying targets on their backs?
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Post by Arcane on Apr 22, 2019 19:50:35 GMT -5
IC: Vasilios Northwest of Southport, Vandar The lumbering Minotaur made the others look almost midget in size around the fire. The light from the flame licked at his horns. Still sore from the battle he adjusted his body in order to find the most comfortable spot. A loud snort let the others know he was still awake. "I miss friends." He grunted to his remaining team members, who he clearly regarded as his close friends. "Some are missing. Not coming back." He paused. "Vasilios is sad." He stretched out his legs towards the fire; heating his hooves. The bottom of each hoof glowing red the longer he left them close to the flame. He learned, back at his home, that he could reinforce his hooves with fire. He glanced around the fire at his remaining friends. Everyone was quiet. Thinking. Contemplating. He pulled his hooves back and buried them in the soft dirt. Steam billowed from the ground around his hooves. "What do now, friends? Where go?" He was ready to move again, feeling restless. He pulled a large branch down from a nearby tree and began to use it like a large back scratcher. Fur and dirt flaked off of him as he scratched himself with the jagged branch. When finished he broke it into pieces and added it to the fire. TAG: darthvoxyn dragonsith13 |
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Post by darthvoxyn on Apr 24, 2019 0:23:08 GMT -5
IC: Absalom Blackfire Northwest of Southport, Vandar Absalom sat there looking into the fire, the battle playing through his mind as he stared at the flames. Orcs and Hobgoblins they had expected but the undead horde they had not. “Who were these people that brought the undead forces and why were they working with the Orcs?” he thought to himself. " What do now, friends? Where go?" Vasilios asked, pulling Absalom from his thoughts. Absalom looked from Visilios to Kai and then to the space where two others would have been sitting, they had lost two of their companions in that battle and they needed to make sure their deaths were not in vain. “We need to make sure people are warned about what just happened, warned that the Last Barrier has been breached and that the Orcs are working with Necromancers.” Absalom began. “Do either of you know anyone that we can try to call for help when we get back to civilization?” TAG: dice Arcane dragonsith13 |
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Post by dragonsith13 on May 1, 2019 17:04:21 GMT -5
Kai
Norhtwest of Southport, Vandar
With the barrier having fallen even under their stout defense, they had but one choice. Which at present they found themselves in. Licking their wounds, trying to find some modicum of comfort and recuperation following the events of the recent battle. Their already small band of five now reduced to three. The small fire before the three of them offering a slight warmth, but not as much as one would hope. There was still word of orcs to the south, with them moving west. They had tried to move out of the path of the main bodies and have a moment to gather their strength. The massive numbers of the hoards proving too much for the skilled group. Kai layed wrapped in a wool blanket trying to keep the moisture out while he curled around the fire as best he could to draw in some warmth. Sleep had been non-existent for days. Even a few minutes felt exquisite. Kai almost wondered how he had gotten here… though the quick sting of sore muscles and slight cuts and abrasions from battle reminded him of the experience of the last few days.
“I miss friends” the somber tone of the minotaur whom warmed his hooves, indicative of how they were all feeling. While Kai was a new arrival, the bonds of strife and battle made quick bonds. Kai felt all too well the sadness that Vasilios spoke of, memories of his own lost flooded his weary and tired mind as he shook his head to break off nodding off. He needed sleep, but the moment of what and where they needed to go and be was still at hand. Confirmed by Vasilios’ continued sad remarks. Kai noted that Absalom shared the same worried expression. “We need to make sure people are warned…” With an inquiring into having any allies they could call on.
Kai had every-mind to just go in the opposite direction of the hoard. Find a tavern and a drink. That would be easy, and it would solve a lot of problems. Though the prospect of the hoard engulfing the whole of the region put a damper on such.
“One thing is for sure…” Kai unexpectedly spoke up.
They could all use a drink… he thought for sure, but stopped himself from vocalizing it.
“We do not have time to warn everyone… nor fight everyone.”
Kai, was not one to watch as innocence suffered, despite his drunkard, cavalier, and nonchalant personality. He moved to pull the wool blanket tighter as he tried to keep the warmth he had in, while looking at his two companions.
“We need to focus on a single target…”
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