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Syrus G'tavan
The trek through the mountains had been very invigorating. Although the bearskin carelessly thrown over his shoulders offered little protection against the gusts of freezing wind, Syrus paid no attention to the cold. His body was well conditioned to extremes. Anyway, the pain made him stronger, and that was as good a reason as any for romping through the highlands half-naked.
After a night of constant rowing, his canoe had finally reached the shores of this desolate island. Hiding it in a small tidal cavern, he had set out for the small mountain village. It wouldn't be an easy climb, but he hated easy climbs almost as much as he hated easy kills. Easy kills were for women and children, not for men of his stature. Grinning, he petted the lifeless head of the bearskin. Now that had been a fight! The bear had pounced on him while he slept next to a smoldering campfire, sinking its claws into his chest. He was awake in a fraction of a second, twisting his face away from the beast's jaws. Grappling with the bear, Syrus could not grab for his weapons, had to rely on brute strength instead... Finally, he had lunged forward, biting into the bear's furry throat. The metallic taste of jugular blood was one of his most cherished memories. Its lifeblood spilling to the cold ground, the bear died in no time at all. Good times, good times...
Presently, Syrus reached a valley, entering an ancient forest. Rain pounded his flesh with a surprising force, adding to his growing excitement. He knew that the village was just ahead. He could already make out distant human voices. He would walk into the village and offer his help to the village elders, in exchange for a small payment. Nothing big really, just enough to buy a few bottles of Jermian Brandy and maybe a hot meal or two... From the corner of his vision, he noticed a cloacked figure sitting under a tree. What was he doing out here in the rain? Syrus decided to check it out. Shifting his axe to a more accesible position on his shoulder, he approached the figure, greeting it "Who the hell is you?"
The trek through the mountains had been very invigorating. Although the bearskin carelessly thrown over his shoulders offered little protection against the gusts of freezing wind, Syrus paid no attention to the cold. His body was well conditioned to extremes. Anyway, the pain made him stronger, and that was as good a reason as any for romping through the highlands half-naked.
After a night of constant rowing, his canoe had finally reached the shores of this desolate island. Hiding it in a small tidal cavern, he had set out for the small mountain village. It wouldn't be an easy climb, but he hated easy climbs almost as much as he hated easy kills. Easy kills were for women and children, not for men of his stature. Grinning, he petted the lifeless head of the bearskin. Now that had been a fight! The bear had pounced on him while he slept next to a smoldering campfire, sinking its claws into his chest. He was awake in a fraction of a second, twisting his face away from the beast's jaws. Grappling with the bear, Syrus could not grab for his weapons, had to rely on brute strength instead... Finally, he had lunged forward, biting into the bear's furry throat. The metallic taste of jugular blood was one of his most cherished memories. Its lifeblood spilling to the cold ground, the bear died in no time at all. Good times, good times...
Presently, Syrus reached a valley, entering an ancient forest. Rain pounded his flesh with a surprising force, adding to his growing excitement. He knew that the village was just ahead. He could already make out distant human voices. He would walk into the village and offer his help to the village elders, in exchange for a small payment. Nothing big really, just enough to buy a few bottles of Jermian Brandy and maybe a hot meal or two... From the corner of his vision, he noticed a cloacked figure sitting under a tree. What was he doing out here in the rain? Syrus decided to check it out. Shifting his axe to a more accesible position on his shoulder, he approached the figure, greeting it "Who the hell is you?"
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Dakota
Dakota had been eyeing the village with a weary eye, his thoughts were more on the warmth of a fire then the village. It was the third straight day of rain, and he was now drenched to the boan. " The only thing worse then this damn village, is this damn weather " he mumbled to himself. How could these poor excuse for people keep working in such conditions? A man with any sense would stay indoors with weather such as this, but these poor soles just worked away, acting as if it was bright and sunny. Dakota had shifted his position to the outskirts of the forest, mainly to get a better view of what was comeing and going, for the rain had made it more difficult for him to monitor the village from his more concealed position. He sat there, cloak coverd tight around him, rain pelting him from every direction, when something hit the corner of his eye. " whats this " he said with a hint of excitment. He saw what looked to be a man in a bear skin, and what a huge man he might add. " this man must be three sheets to the wind , walking half naked in such weather" he thought to himself. Dakota did not move, he was quite safe from his position, and besides the villagers had not noticed him yet, so why should this man.
The man walked as if he too was on a mission, he seemed not bothered by his state, or the condition of the weather that lay before him. Then a slight frown hit Dakotas face, as he noticed the man makeing his way towards him. This did not sit well, he didnt need to bring attention to himself, nor give away his position. As the man aproached closer he noticed him to be far bigger then he had thought, he was obviously not from around these parts either. He looked more like he was mountain breed, He shook his head in disgust, he hated people such as that, too hot headed. As he came closer, Dakota pulled the cloak tighter, to hide his face as well as possable." No sense giving this brute any clues as to who I am" He thought, that sly grin crossing his face again. Under his cloak he clenched his battle axe, for if the conversation went ugly, he would be prepared to defend himself. . . . or even possably attack. The brute man stood before him, towering over his huddled position. Dakota made no move to look up at the man, his head hung low to the ground. " Who the Hell is you" he heard the brute say. "God this was going to get ugly" he thought. Dakota decided not to reply to the question, but instead throw one back at him. " Who the Hell might you be" he said. The words were spoken slowly, in a deep voice. Dakota slowly lifted his head up to look at the man, his eyes squinting, his lips drawn into a tight frown. Dakota continued, " Do you mind moving your damn body, you are constricting of my view of the village" he said coldly. The air was getting tense, and he could see that the man looked confused, but also that his anger was boiling. Inside his mind Dakota was trying to figure his next move, knowing that the next few moments would determin the outcome of this meeting.
Dakota had been eyeing the village with a weary eye, his thoughts were more on the warmth of a fire then the village. It was the third straight day of rain, and he was now drenched to the boan. " The only thing worse then this damn village, is this damn weather " he mumbled to himself. How could these poor excuse for people keep working in such conditions? A man with any sense would stay indoors with weather such as this, but these poor soles just worked away, acting as if it was bright and sunny. Dakota had shifted his position to the outskirts of the forest, mainly to get a better view of what was comeing and going, for the rain had made it more difficult for him to monitor the village from his more concealed position. He sat there, cloak coverd tight around him, rain pelting him from every direction, when something hit the corner of his eye. " whats this " he said with a hint of excitment. He saw what looked to be a man in a bear skin, and what a huge man he might add. " this man must be three sheets to the wind , walking half naked in such weather" he thought to himself. Dakota did not move, he was quite safe from his position, and besides the villagers had not noticed him yet, so why should this man.
The man walked as if he too was on a mission, he seemed not bothered by his state, or the condition of the weather that lay before him. Then a slight frown hit Dakotas face, as he noticed the man makeing his way towards him. This did not sit well, he didnt need to bring attention to himself, nor give away his position. As the man aproached closer he noticed him to be far bigger then he had thought, he was obviously not from around these parts either. He looked more like he was mountain breed, He shook his head in disgust, he hated people such as that, too hot headed. As he came closer, Dakota pulled the cloak tighter, to hide his face as well as possable." No sense giving this brute any clues as to who I am" He thought, that sly grin crossing his face again. Under his cloak he clenched his battle axe, for if the conversation went ugly, he would be prepared to defend himself. . . . or even possably attack. The brute man stood before him, towering over his huddled position. Dakota made no move to look up at the man, his head hung low to the ground. " Who the Hell is you" he heard the brute say. "God this was going to get ugly" he thought. Dakota decided not to reply to the question, but instead throw one back at him. " Who the Hell might you be" he said. The words were spoken slowly, in a deep voice. Dakota slowly lifted his head up to look at the man, his eyes squinting, his lips drawn into a tight frown. Dakota continued, " Do you mind moving your damn body, you are constricting of my view of the village" he said coldly. The air was getting tense, and he could see that the man looked confused, but also that his anger was boiling. Inside his mind Dakota was trying to figure his next move, knowing that the next few moments would determin the outcome of this meeting.
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Syrus G'tavan
Syrus stared at the cloacked figure sitting before him. Judging from his words, the man was looking for trouble. Syrus squinted to get a better view of the potential opponent. Below the cloack he could make out the peculiar build that hinted at elven blood. Damn, he hated elves! Always so sly and scheaming. Syrus took another step toward the man. From this position he could easily bring his war axe onto the man's head. If worst came to worst. First he had to find out if the figure was friend or foe.
"I'm Syrus. I come to here when I find out there be some trouble in the village..." a small pause, as he shifted his war axe to both hands..."You wouldn't be knowing nothing 'bout that, would you?"
Syrus stared at the cloacked figure sitting before him. Judging from his words, the man was looking for trouble. Syrus squinted to get a better view of the potential opponent. Below the cloack he could make out the peculiar build that hinted at elven blood. Damn, he hated elves! Always so sly and scheaming. Syrus took another step toward the man. From this position he could easily bring his war axe onto the man's head. If worst came to worst. First he had to find out if the figure was friend or foe.
"I'm Syrus. I come to here when I find out there be some trouble in the village..." a small pause, as he shifted his war axe to both hands..."You wouldn't be knowing nothing 'bout that, would you?"
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Kylan Dhaemon
Glancing down at the proffered drink, Kylan turned a curious look on his new tablemate. This was strange behavior, his instincts had told him that the newcomer would remain isolated, away from the press of the crowd, not join him at his table. Kylan didn't like when things went unexpectedly. Unexpected things were what got you killed. Unconsciously, he appraised the man. Big, yes, and probably quick and skilled with his weapons, judging by the tone of his form and the easy grace with which he moved. Still, though Kylan wouldn't have wanted to face him in direct combat, he had little doubt he could be up and clear of the table before the other could rise. Glancing around casually, as though looking for the barkeep, he quickly noted all of the possible exits, the position of those who might be a threat in the room, and the obstacles that might stand in his way, all the while miming a stretch.
Deciding not to take his guest's bait, and knowing that anything he said might be read out of context if the man was looking for a fight, he simply raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, looking expectantly at him and lacing his hands behind his head.
Glancing down at the proffered drink, Kylan turned a curious look on his new tablemate. This was strange behavior, his instincts had told him that the newcomer would remain isolated, away from the press of the crowd, not join him at his table. Kylan didn't like when things went unexpectedly. Unexpected things were what got you killed. Unconsciously, he appraised the man. Big, yes, and probably quick and skilled with his weapons, judging by the tone of his form and the easy grace with which he moved. Still, though Kylan wouldn't have wanted to face him in direct combat, he had little doubt he could be up and clear of the table before the other could rise. Glancing around casually, as though looking for the barkeep, he quickly noted all of the possible exits, the position of those who might be a threat in the room, and the obstacles that might stand in his way, all the while miming a stretch.
Deciding not to take his guest's bait, and knowing that anything he said might be read out of context if the man was looking for a fight, he simply raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, looking expectantly at him and lacing his hands behind his head.
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he watched the other elf stretch and glance around the room, but something about his actions seemed uncomfortable. he looked at the man from under the hood of his cloak. his staring gaze fixed on him. finally he broke the silence in a rumbling bass voice "be not alarmed. i only have one question on my mind, you are dressed very differently than the others here. why is that? personal choice? or something else? some kind of guard uniform?"
he shifted in his seat, seing that the other elf was ready to flee, casually wound like a spring in the chair. he had also not touched the ale. "it's not poisoned. i assure you" he continued to keep the slight elf pinned with his eyes, ever watchfun of what he was doing.
this man is deassed unlike any elf i have seen. he thought. why is this? is he an outcast? a convict, or perhapd soneone improtant. it didn't matter, whoever it was. he slid his arm back and undid the uppermost strap on the seath, leaving the slit on the side open, waiting for the other ones first words....
he watched the other elf stretch and glance around the room, but something about his actions seemed uncomfortable. he looked at the man from under the hood of his cloak. his staring gaze fixed on him. finally he broke the silence in a rumbling bass voice "be not alarmed. i only have one question on my mind, you are dressed very differently than the others here. why is that? personal choice? or something else? some kind of guard uniform?"
he shifted in his seat, seing that the other elf was ready to flee, casually wound like a spring in the chair. he had also not touched the ale. "it's not poisoned. i assure you" he continued to keep the slight elf pinned with his eyes, ever watchfun of what he was doing.
this man is deassed unlike any elf i have seen. he thought. why is this? is he an outcast? a convict, or perhapd soneone improtant. it didn't matter, whoever it was. he slid his arm back and undid the uppermost strap on the seath, leaving the slit on the side open, waiting for the other ones first words....
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DAKOTA
Dakota lifted his head back up after hearing Syrus speak. A look of annoyance showed in his aqua eyes. " this man speaks like a child" he mumbled softly to himself. Again he hung his head back down, trying not to give his appearence away. Then in a low voice Dakota spoke, " Syrus you say. . . well Syrus you ask to many questions, further more those questions are directed towards me" Dakota paused for a breif second to allow the words to sink in. He continued, " Witch leads me to my final point, and that point is your pissing me off " Dakota rose slowly, so that Syrus could take in his well built 6'2 frame, and the glimer of his weapon witch slightly poked out from under his cloak. In a sacastic voice Dakota spoke again, " You have bothered me enough today, and I do not feel like making an issue with you so I will move on" Dakota slowly moved for his pack, so asnot to alarm this possable foe. " If I can just make it back into the forest, I will have him on my terms" he thought to himself. But before dakota could take his first step into the direction of the forest, an arrow slamed into his shoulder, sending him into the ground. As he stagered to his feet three more arrows came flying by, missing by only inches. Fear hit his eyes as he saw what was emerging from the tree line. " ORCS " he yelled. " God Damn Orcs, how careless can I be to let my guard down" he shouted. Breaking the arrow off, Dakota brought his axe into view. " DIE " he shouted as he ran into the emerging hord of vile creatures.
Dakota lifted his head back up after hearing Syrus speak. A look of annoyance showed in his aqua eyes. " this man speaks like a child" he mumbled softly to himself. Again he hung his head back down, trying not to give his appearence away. Then in a low voice Dakota spoke, " Syrus you say. . . well Syrus you ask to many questions, further more those questions are directed towards me" Dakota paused for a breif second to allow the words to sink in. He continued, " Witch leads me to my final point, and that point is your pissing me off " Dakota rose slowly, so that Syrus could take in his well built 6'2 frame, and the glimer of his weapon witch slightly poked out from under his cloak. In a sacastic voice Dakota spoke again, " You have bothered me enough today, and I do not feel like making an issue with you so I will move on" Dakota slowly moved for his pack, so asnot to alarm this possable foe. " If I can just make it back into the forest, I will have him on my terms" he thought to himself. But before dakota could take his first step into the direction of the forest, an arrow slamed into his shoulder, sending him into the ground. As he stagered to his feet three more arrows came flying by, missing by only inches. Fear hit his eyes as he saw what was emerging from the tree line. " ORCS " he yelled. " God Damn Orcs, how careless can I be to let my guard down" he shouted. Breaking the arrow off, Dakota brought his axe into view. " DIE " he shouted as he ran into the emerging hord of vile creatures.
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Syrus G'tavan
Syrus stood his ground as the man stood up. Taller than he thought. A brief flash of metal beneath the cloack caught his eye. Probably a short axe of some type. Syrus felt reassured: the man had elven blood, and elves were for the most part pathetically weak fighters at close range. As long as the man stayed within his range, he could easily be dispatched within the blink of an eye. Not a problem.
By now, the stranger was reaching for his pack. Perhaps this meeting would end without bloodshed. Almost a pity. Nothing learned here, but maybe when he reached the village.... Syrus heard the *twang* of bowstrings before he saw the arrows. Reflexes taking over, his large frame leaped away from the man, an arrow barely missing his left temple. Attack! His blood boiled within his veins as he crouched next to a gnarled tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stranger clutching at his shoulder. For now at least, they were on the same side. In the next instant, his gaze fixed on a small group od orcs leaping out of the trees. No time to think! With a great battle cry, he leaped at the nearest foe, swinging his mighty axe. A satisfying hit, and the orc went down in a fountain of dark blood. Its fingers twitched futilely, even though its torso was no longer attached to its legs. Not pausing to enjoy his kill, Syrus leaped headlong at the incoming foes...
Syrus stood his ground as the man stood up. Taller than he thought. A brief flash of metal beneath the cloack caught his eye. Probably a short axe of some type. Syrus felt reassured: the man had elven blood, and elves were for the most part pathetically weak fighters at close range. As long as the man stayed within his range, he could easily be dispatched within the blink of an eye. Not a problem.
By now, the stranger was reaching for his pack. Perhaps this meeting would end without bloodshed. Almost a pity. Nothing learned here, but maybe when he reached the village.... Syrus heard the *twang* of bowstrings before he saw the arrows. Reflexes taking over, his large frame leaped away from the man, an arrow barely missing his left temple. Attack! His blood boiled within his veins as he crouched next to a gnarled tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stranger clutching at his shoulder. For now at least, they were on the same side. In the next instant, his gaze fixed on a small group od orcs leaping out of the trees. No time to think! With a great battle cry, he leaped at the nearest foe, swinging his mighty axe. A satisfying hit, and the orc went down in a fountain of dark blood. Its fingers twitched futilely, even though its torso was no longer attached to its legs. Not pausing to enjoy his kill, Syrus leaped headlong at the incoming foes...
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Skorn lifted the man up by his midsection, then threw him down so that the side of his face hit the mud-soaked earth, snapping his neck. Skorn lifted the corpse up and tore the head off. Blood dripped out, leaking and mixing with the mud. He was alone. Surrounded by nearly 200 rebels. These rebels had dared to steal some of his finest weaponry. They stood with glistening swords, in mithril armor. Oh, saying Skorn was mad would be like saying light travels fast. He stood in battle posture, sword raised, towering over these pathetic former farmers. Another one charged, from behind. Skorn took it in instantly. Battle-axe. He sidestepped and cleaved the man in half, the blade cutting through the mithril plate, then continuing and decapitating the man standing behind him. Three charged all at once. Different body parts fell, and the three stood for a minute, screaming as blood jetted out. The rest atttacked like madmen. Skorn lept up, then crashed down, killing ten. He then went to battle with a frenzy, blood seeping into his eyes and making him appear as a wrathful demon. Soon, all two hundred lay dead. Skorn moved over to the nearby forest and felled 50 trees, each with one mighty blow. He then went to work. An hour later, overlooking the capital city of this island were 500 hundred heads, all on sharpened stakes. The village was no longer a vilage, but a collection of dying embers. The 500 decapitated corpses of the mature inhabitants lay in piles. Skorn had taken the children to train them as knights. Above the Field of Heads, as it would come to be known, letters of fire burned in the air. "Behold the wrath of Skorn!" they read.
Sor'kle was a member of a dying race. Long ago they had been great until they had inherited Skorn's anger. He marched with his army and crushed them. They had been rescued by the Ssliks, but they were no longer in this world. The last of them had left with Lokken Lightbringer. Now the Onuvar were slowly coming back to their former power. Sor'kle was not enchanted with these dreams of peace though. He knew as long as Skorn lived, they could not be free. For though he no longer ruled them, he wanted to. And Sor'kle knew it. He had left, to cross the High Mountains and to try to assemble a group of warriors and to destroy Skorn. He hoped that this would work. His 6'4" tried to step into the bar, but he didn't make it. He smashed the top of his head, and clutched it, muttering oaths. Once he could, he glanced around the bar. He saw two elves seated in a corner. One was dressed strangely. He would need to speak them. For now, he needed to quench this unbearable thirst. He walked up to the bartender. "Finest wine", he said, then threw him a small bag of gold.
Sor'kle was a member of a dying race. Long ago they had been great until they had inherited Skorn's anger. He marched with his army and crushed them. They had been rescued by the Ssliks, but they were no longer in this world. The last of them had left with Lokken Lightbringer. Now the Onuvar were slowly coming back to their former power. Sor'kle was not enchanted with these dreams of peace though. He knew as long as Skorn lived, they could not be free. For though he no longer ruled them, he wanted to. And Sor'kle knew it. He had left, to cross the High Mountains and to try to assemble a group of warriors and to destroy Skorn. He hoped that this would work. His 6'4" tried to step into the bar, but he didn't make it. He smashed the top of his head, and clutched it, muttering oaths. Once he could, he glanced around the bar. He saw two elves seated in a corner. One was dressed strangely. He would need to speak them. For now, he needed to quench this unbearable thirst. He walked up to the bartender. "Finest wine", he said, then threw him a small bag of gold.
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Dakota ran into the emerging hord, axe in hand. He swung his axe catching an Orc in the mid section and with one quick move, had side steped and caught another in the face. All that could be heard was the sound of steel and bone smashing together, and the dieing scream of the Orc as he fell to the ground. Dakota saw Syrus fell an Orc with one blow, the body split in two. Before Dakota could admire the handy work of Syrus another Orc came charging in, and as he fought his new foe he saw something from the corner of his eye. Two Orcs had managed to flank Syrus, and were coming up from behind. " That damn fool " Dakota muttered as he took down his third Orc. " Hes left open his flank" Dakota thought. Without thought Dakota charged into the direction of Syrus yelling as he aproached. With all his might Dakota threw his axe through the air as Syrus turned around to face him. The axe passed Syrus and nailed one of the two Orcs square in the chest, sending the foe sprawling to the ground. With one movement Dakotas cloak was off, revealing his Elfin and Human features, and his great bow was unslung from his back. With another swift movement Dakota swung his great bow like a club, smashing open the second Orcs head. As the second Orc hit the ground, Dakota lined his back with Syrus. " You should watch your back more carefully, you owe me a life" Dakota said in his sarcastic tone. Dakota held his bow like a club now, ready for the onslaught that still lay before them. The two of them stood back to back, as the remaining Orcs closed a circle around them.
Dakota ran into the emerging hord, axe in hand. He swung his axe catching an Orc in the mid section and with one quick move, had side steped and caught another in the face. All that could be heard was the sound of steel and bone smashing together, and the dieing scream of the Orc as he fell to the ground. Dakota saw Syrus fell an Orc with one blow, the body split in two. Before Dakota could admire the handy work of Syrus another Orc came charging in, and as he fought his new foe he saw something from the corner of his eye. Two Orcs had managed to flank Syrus, and were coming up from behind. " That damn fool " Dakota muttered as he took down his third Orc. " Hes left open his flank" Dakota thought. Without thought Dakota charged into the direction of Syrus yelling as he aproached. With all his might Dakota threw his axe through the air as Syrus turned around to face him. The axe passed Syrus and nailed one of the two Orcs square in the chest, sending the foe sprawling to the ground. With one movement Dakotas cloak was off, revealing his Elfin and Human features, and his great bow was unslung from his back. With another swift movement Dakota swung his great bow like a club, smashing open the second Orcs head. As the second Orc hit the ground, Dakota lined his back with Syrus. " You should watch your back more carefully, you owe me a life" Dakota said in his sarcastic tone. Dakota held his bow like a club now, ready for the onslaught that still lay before them. The two of them stood back to back, as the remaining Orcs closed a circle around them.
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Syrus G'tavan
In the heat of battle, Syrus suddenly found himself standing back-to-back with his new ally. The stranger had proven to be surprisingly adept with the axe. Probably not an elf after all, but some sort of half-breed... Well, questions like that could always be answered later. For now, he would have to concentrate on the battle.
The next orc came at him fullspeed, swinging a spiked mace like a lunatic. Syrus' axe caught it in the face, splitting its head open from its mouth to its forehead. Its brains slithered out, carrying shards of broken teeth and splotches of dark blood. The second and third orcs were right behind the first. Unable to dodge in time, they stumbled over their comerade's corpse, giving Syrus an opening: a heartbeat later, they both went down in a torrent of blood. Three more came behind them, spreading out in a semi-circular attack. Syrus swung at the one on the left, slicing into its fleshy belly, feeling its intestines tear under the brunt of cold steel. Changing the direction of the swing, he brought his axe to the right, decapitating the remaining orcs with a single blow.
The last of the orcs fell to the damp ground with a satisfying *thump*. A great elation spread through Syrus' body, as it always did after a succesful battle. As the adrenaline wore off, Syrus noticed a disturbing detail - he was wounded. In its death throes, one of the orcs had managed to slip a small dagger into his side. Not a problem in itself, but.... he could already feel the poison coursing through his veins. Damn filthy orcs and their tricks! He would have to get to the village fast and see about getting treated. With his goddamn luck, Syrus just knew he would be out of action for some time.
OOC: As you may have guessed, I won't be posting for a short while. Some of my shady underground dealings have just uncovered, so I gotta skip town for a week or so...Unless they've got the net where I'm going, which I doubt...Sorry, guys!
In the heat of battle, Syrus suddenly found himself standing back-to-back with his new ally. The stranger had proven to be surprisingly adept with the axe. Probably not an elf after all, but some sort of half-breed... Well, questions like that could always be answered later. For now, he would have to concentrate on the battle.
The next orc came at him fullspeed, swinging a spiked mace like a lunatic. Syrus' axe caught it in the face, splitting its head open from its mouth to its forehead. Its brains slithered out, carrying shards of broken teeth and splotches of dark blood. The second and third orcs were right behind the first. Unable to dodge in time, they stumbled over their comerade's corpse, giving Syrus an opening: a heartbeat later, they both went down in a torrent of blood. Three more came behind them, spreading out in a semi-circular attack. Syrus swung at the one on the left, slicing into its fleshy belly, feeling its intestines tear under the brunt of cold steel. Changing the direction of the swing, he brought his axe to the right, decapitating the remaining orcs with a single blow.
The last of the orcs fell to the damp ground with a satisfying *thump*. A great elation spread through Syrus' body, as it always did after a succesful battle. As the adrenaline wore off, Syrus noticed a disturbing detail - he was wounded. In its death throes, one of the orcs had managed to slip a small dagger into his side. Not a problem in itself, but.... he could already feel the poison coursing through his veins. Damn filthy orcs and their tricks! He would have to get to the village fast and see about getting treated. With his goddamn luck, Syrus just knew he would be out of action for some time.
OOC: As you may have guessed, I won't be posting for a short while. Some of my shady underground dealings have just uncovered, so I gotta skip town for a week or so...Unless they've got the net where I'm going, which I doubt...Sorry, guys!
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Kylan Dhaemon
"My clothes? That's what you were interested in?" Scoffing, Kylan leaned back down, setting his chair legs upon the floor once more. Deciding that playing the role of a reckless hothead might serve him better than his own brooding demeanor, he quickly changed his tact from wary to engaging. "I know it's not poisoned," he said, pointing to the drink on the table, "I saw the barkeep pour it, remember?"
Still playing the charade, Kylan did not let his eyes stray from his visitor's, though he still saw the man's hand unobtrusively loosen his weapon in its sheath. He also saw, though he suspected his unexpected guest did not, the disheveled sentry that suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Orcs! Massing some distance into the forest! They seem to be occupied with something else, there's lots of fighting going on out there, but we need every man able to hold a pike or swing a sword. Now!"
With that, paniced guardsman, dashed away, pounding on doors and windows as he went. The room was filled with the sound of overturning chairs and tables, as the entire bar turned out to witness the spectacle.
Darting away from his own table, Kylan slipped through the crowd, shunning the doorway in favor of a window near the back. Glancing back, he saw his tablemate looking back toward him as his larger bulk was caught in the press of bodies. Whisking out the now-open window, he grabbed the lower edge of the roof overhang, and with a quick lunge swung himself upward.
Settling comfortably amid the cedar chips that lined the roofs of all the buildings, he paused to survey the town. All around him, torches were being lit, as farmers and townsfolk alike raced toward the walls to defend against what they must be certain was an attack. Deciding that he wanted a look for himself at what could so upset this small town, and wishing to appraise the possible threat that it might represent to him personally, he began to make his way across the rooftops, leaping easily across the narrow gaps between homes. "How can these people stand to live so close together?", he thought. "Do they not feel the need for space? For solitude? For privacy?" Shaking his head, he raced onward, easily outdistancing the crowds below by avoiding the streets and alleys with their maze of obstacles. When he finally reached the wall, remembering at the last moment to pull his hood up to mask his distinctive hair, he was able to join several people milling around at the top, and finally witness for himself what all the commotion was about.
Looking into the forest, he at first was unable to see anything, but eventually his eyes were able to carve shapes out of the shadows. There were corpses everywhere, some distance from the town itself, and the sounds of battle could still be heard from deeper within the trees.
"My clothes? That's what you were interested in?" Scoffing, Kylan leaned back down, setting his chair legs upon the floor once more. Deciding that playing the role of a reckless hothead might serve him better than his own brooding demeanor, he quickly changed his tact from wary to engaging. "I know it's not poisoned," he said, pointing to the drink on the table, "I saw the barkeep pour it, remember?"
Still playing the charade, Kylan did not let his eyes stray from his visitor's, though he still saw the man's hand unobtrusively loosen his weapon in its sheath. He also saw, though he suspected his unexpected guest did not, the disheveled sentry that suddenly appeared in the doorway.
"Orcs! Massing some distance into the forest! They seem to be occupied with something else, there's lots of fighting going on out there, but we need every man able to hold a pike or swing a sword. Now!"
With that, paniced guardsman, dashed away, pounding on doors and windows as he went. The room was filled with the sound of overturning chairs and tables, as the entire bar turned out to witness the spectacle.
Darting away from his own table, Kylan slipped through the crowd, shunning the doorway in favor of a window near the back. Glancing back, he saw his tablemate looking back toward him as his larger bulk was caught in the press of bodies. Whisking out the now-open window, he grabbed the lower edge of the roof overhang, and with a quick lunge swung himself upward.
Settling comfortably amid the cedar chips that lined the roofs of all the buildings, he paused to survey the town. All around him, torches were being lit, as farmers and townsfolk alike raced toward the walls to defend against what they must be certain was an attack. Deciding that he wanted a look for himself at what could so upset this small town, and wishing to appraise the possible threat that it might represent to him personally, he began to make his way across the rooftops, leaping easily across the narrow gaps between homes. "How can these people stand to live so close together?", he thought. "Do they not feel the need for space? For solitude? For privacy?" Shaking his head, he raced onward, easily outdistancing the crowds below by avoiding the streets and alleys with their maze of obstacles. When he finally reached the wall, remembering at the last moment to pull his hood up to mask his distinctive hair, he was able to join several people milling around at the top, and finally witness for himself what all the commotion was about.
Looking into the forest, he at first was unable to see anything, but eventually his eyes were able to carve shapes out of the shadows. There were corpses everywhere, some distance from the town itself, and the sounds of battle could still be heard from deeper within the trees.
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Balinor Ohms
OOC: is this the small human village, main place in the story, or the small elven village before it?
IC: the door creaked open as the odd elf before him tumped back to the floor and pointed out it was obviously not poisoned, he apparently was not posing a threat, so Balinor re- clipped the strap hehind his back and moved his arm back foreward to the table.
"Orcs! Massing some distance into the forest! They seem to be occupied with something else, there's lots of fighting going on out there, but we need every man able to hold a pike or swing a sword. Now!" the elf jumped out of his seat out the window and swung upwards. glancing back at him at the last moment. Balinor stood up, someone ran into his back and fell to the ground, looking back he pulled the man back to his feet and continued on.
out the door, he saw a swarm of people rushing towards the fields to the north. He put his hand up to block the sun and sialated his eyes so they were all black. his vision flew foreward and he saw a mass of dark green forms, corded with muscle impact with the wave of humans. bodies flew into the air and slumped to the ground. orcs, and humans. he pulled the bow from his sling and fitted a long wicked looking arrow from the quiver and drew back the string. he may not be the best of shots, but carried a 150 pound bow. (for those who don't know, it refers to how much weight it takes to draw the string. heavy ones are 100) and let the arrow fly. it blurred across the last part of town and went stright through one fo the orc's neck and into the chest of another. both human and orc forces were beginning to thin out. he drew another arrow, not so big and wicked, a more normal elven make, and shot that throught the air. he didn't know where it landed, but it went far wnought to be into the orc land. after several more shorts his arm began to quiver, the heavy bow took alot of strength. he thought up another spell and the cloth covering his arm tightened and the muscels bulged. He drew back another of the wicked arrows and let it fly. this time felling four orcs. he then unclipped the sheath and ran for the field, drawing his lengthy claymore....
OOC: is this the small human village, main place in the story, or the small elven village before it?
IC: the door creaked open as the odd elf before him tumped back to the floor and pointed out it was obviously not poisoned, he apparently was not posing a threat, so Balinor re- clipped the strap hehind his back and moved his arm back foreward to the table.
"Orcs! Massing some distance into the forest! They seem to be occupied with something else, there's lots of fighting going on out there, but we need every man able to hold a pike or swing a sword. Now!" the elf jumped out of his seat out the window and swung upwards. glancing back at him at the last moment. Balinor stood up, someone ran into his back and fell to the ground, looking back he pulled the man back to his feet and continued on.
out the door, he saw a swarm of people rushing towards the fields to the north. He put his hand up to block the sun and sialated his eyes so they were all black. his vision flew foreward and he saw a mass of dark green forms, corded with muscle impact with the wave of humans. bodies flew into the air and slumped to the ground. orcs, and humans. he pulled the bow from his sling and fitted a long wicked looking arrow from the quiver and drew back the string. he may not be the best of shots, but carried a 150 pound bow. (for those who don't know, it refers to how much weight it takes to draw the string. heavy ones are 100) and let the arrow fly. it blurred across the last part of town and went stright through one fo the orc's neck and into the chest of another. both human and orc forces were beginning to thin out. he drew another arrow, not so big and wicked, a more normal elven make, and shot that throught the air. he didn't know where it landed, but it went far wnought to be into the orc land. after several more shorts his arm began to quiver, the heavy bow took alot of strength. he thought up another spell and the cloth covering his arm tightened and the muscels bulged. He drew back another of the wicked arrows and let it fly. this time felling four orcs. he then unclipped the sheath and ran for the field, drawing his lengthy claymore....
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DAKOTA
As Dakota squared his back to Syrus, he quickly view the situation. As the Orcs closed the circle around them, Dakota could hear the screams of Orcs as they were cut down. It seemed that Syrus was enjoying this, maybe alittle to much. Just then another Orc came charging towards Dakota. He quickly side steped the attack, bringing his bow around, smashing the Orc in the head. No sooner had the Orc fell that another was upon him. Again he brought his Bow around like a club, bring the Orc down. This last move caused his bow to shatter, leaveing him with nothing to defend himself. Panic started to set in as he watched the looks on the Orcs faces, knowing their foe was defenseless. Two more Orcs advanced towards him, death in their eyes. In a move of desperation Dakota charged the two Orcs, screaming in Elfin and Human tongue. This took the Orcs by suprise, halting their advance for a breif second. That delay was their mistake as Dakota plowed into them, takeing them to the ground. As Dakota wrestled with the Orc for his weapon, the other came from behind, raiseing his mace to strike his foe in the back. As the Orcs mace came down, Dakota rolled onto his back bringing the other Orc on top.
The Orcs mace smashed his comrades head open, brains and bone fell all over Dakotas face. As the Orc stood there stuned by the event, Dakota took the dagger off the dead Orc and drove it into the belly of the remaining Orc. The Orc let out a cry of pain as it sunk to its knees. Dakota stagered up, pulling out the dagger, then sliceing the Orcs throat. As Dakota watched the Orcs blood soak the ground he saw Syrus staggering towards the village. He then realized the battle was over and that once again he managed to stay alive. Anger rose up inside him though, as he watched Syrus walk away. " Not even a damn thankyou, or are you ok. . . bastard" he yelled. Dakota quickly looked about him, then he relized that again he was alone. He quickly looted the bodys of anything of value, of course the Orcs were never known to carry much of value anyway. Dakota quickly looked at his shoulder, the bleeding had slowed, but had not fully stoped. He tied a hastened bandage around the wound and quickly gathered his stuff. " No need for me to be around to answer questions" he thought. Dakota staggered into the the tree line, weak and tired. " First thing I need to do his get the rest of this arrow out, then well go from there" he said to himself. As he disapered deeper into the forest he thought about the events that just transpired. " What the hell would Orcs be doing around here" he kept asking himself. This question angered him, as well as the fact that he had destroyed a damn good bow.
Dakota managed to make his way deeper into the forest, despite the constant pain from his shoulder and loss of blood. But as night drew close Dakota felt weaker and weaker with each step. As he was crossing a small gully, his foot went out from underneath him, sending him tumbleing down. As night fell, Dakota laid there, knocked out by the fall, his equipment scattered everywhere.
As Dakota squared his back to Syrus, he quickly view the situation. As the Orcs closed the circle around them, Dakota could hear the screams of Orcs as they were cut down. It seemed that Syrus was enjoying this, maybe alittle to much. Just then another Orc came charging towards Dakota. He quickly side steped the attack, bringing his bow around, smashing the Orc in the head. No sooner had the Orc fell that another was upon him. Again he brought his Bow around like a club, bring the Orc down. This last move caused his bow to shatter, leaveing him with nothing to defend himself. Panic started to set in as he watched the looks on the Orcs faces, knowing their foe was defenseless. Two more Orcs advanced towards him, death in their eyes. In a move of desperation Dakota charged the two Orcs, screaming in Elfin and Human tongue. This took the Orcs by suprise, halting their advance for a breif second. That delay was their mistake as Dakota plowed into them, takeing them to the ground. As Dakota wrestled with the Orc for his weapon, the other came from behind, raiseing his mace to strike his foe in the back. As the Orcs mace came down, Dakota rolled onto his back bringing the other Orc on top.
The Orcs mace smashed his comrades head open, brains and bone fell all over Dakotas face. As the Orc stood there stuned by the event, Dakota took the dagger off the dead Orc and drove it into the belly of the remaining Orc. The Orc let out a cry of pain as it sunk to its knees. Dakota stagered up, pulling out the dagger, then sliceing the Orcs throat. As Dakota watched the Orcs blood soak the ground he saw Syrus staggering towards the village. He then realized the battle was over and that once again he managed to stay alive. Anger rose up inside him though, as he watched Syrus walk away. " Not even a damn thankyou, or are you ok. . . bastard" he yelled. Dakota quickly looked about him, then he relized that again he was alone. He quickly looted the bodys of anything of value, of course the Orcs were never known to carry much of value anyway. Dakota quickly looked at his shoulder, the bleeding had slowed, but had not fully stoped. He tied a hastened bandage around the wound and quickly gathered his stuff. " No need for me to be around to answer questions" he thought. Dakota staggered into the the tree line, weak and tired. " First thing I need to do his get the rest of this arrow out, then well go from there" he said to himself. As he disapered deeper into the forest he thought about the events that just transpired. " What the hell would Orcs be doing around here" he kept asking himself. This question angered him, as well as the fact that he had destroyed a damn good bow.
Dakota managed to make his way deeper into the forest, despite the constant pain from his shoulder and loss of blood. But as night drew close Dakota felt weaker and weaker with each step. As he was crossing a small gully, his foot went out from underneath him, sending him tumbleing down. As night fell, Dakota laid there, knocked out by the fall, his equipment scattered everywhere.
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OOC: I was wondering that myself. Anyway, the beasts are large, intelligent like very smart dogs, and heavily protected by magic. They can be killed, but not by one man by himself without an exhaustive fight. They are expendable, kill it if you like. If not it will make off with one of you. Just make it fun. 
IC: Sedusa's pets were nothing more than perverted gargoyles the size of a farmer's horse. They ran like dogs across the moors until they reached the village. The carnage attracted a few them, where there was fighting there was powerful life. Others turned to the village. The pathetic fools had thrown up a wall to keep them out. Most of the gargoyles leaped it, but one took delight in exploding through it.
The beasts didn't kill. They only took. They hunted through the village, snatching whatever person took their particular fancy. Their noses were cultivated to find the best tasting life force, the strongest of those were grabbed and taken back to their mistress. Once she was done with the bodies, they feasted.
One of the beasts paused at the tavern, grinning. It knew strength lay that way. It lowered its head, considering. It also knew that things that kept to taverns weren't defenseless villagers. The life force was strong but so was the fight.
The others had all found prey and left. It slammed its head into the tavern wall and reached for the prettiest life force.
IC: Sedusa's pets were nothing more than perverted gargoyles the size of a farmer's horse. They ran like dogs across the moors until they reached the village. The carnage attracted a few them, where there was fighting there was powerful life. Others turned to the village. The pathetic fools had thrown up a wall to keep them out. Most of the gargoyles leaped it, but one took delight in exploding through it.
The beasts didn't kill. They only took. They hunted through the village, snatching whatever person took their particular fancy. Their noses were cultivated to find the best tasting life force, the strongest of those were grabbed and taken back to their mistress. Once she was done with the bodies, they feasted.
One of the beasts paused at the tavern, grinning. It knew strength lay that way. It lowered its head, considering. It also knew that things that kept to taverns weren't defenseless villagers. The life force was strong but so was the fight.
The others had all found prey and left. It slammed its head into the tavern wall and reached for the prettiest life force.
BlazeofLife
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OOC:
It's up to you Khadgar, you're the one who created the bar in the first place, but I was assuming that it was the small human village. You can change it if you want, still early enough in the story to do so, but it would be easier to simply stick with it.
It's up to you Khadgar, you're the one who created the bar in the first place, but I was assuming that it was the small human village. You can change it if you want, still early enough in the story to do so, but it would be easier to simply stick with it.
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Balinor Ohms
Balinor came onto the field, but when he looked around there were no more orcs. the humans trudged back to the village carrying with them their wounded and dead. off to the left he saw two people trudging off one clutching his shoulder. he went arouns trying to find his arrows. for the large ones took quite a while to make. he'd found 4 of them so far, when he looked up just in time to see several huge creatures come bounding through the forrest, then heard a crash and saw several more come through the wall. a couple of the impaling themselves in the spiked sections of the walls and continuing on. he ran back towards the ones that had come through the wall and laced an arrow through through the sky into the creatures face, it turned and started towards him, but fell whrn it's leg caught itself between two buildings. the wooden spike in it's lower chest drove itself stright through the deamon as it collapsed to the ground. he then saw another being pulled to the ground with ropes. townsfolk were dying by the dozens. he went over to the tavern, the breath comming heavy to him now, he was beginning to tire. he unsnapped his huge claymore and rushed the nearest one, muttering a quick spell, giving him strength and filling his foe with fear. but the creature was huge. how much fear would really move it?....
Balinor came onto the field, but when he looked around there were no more orcs. the humans trudged back to the village carrying with them their wounded and dead. off to the left he saw two people trudging off one clutching his shoulder. he went arouns trying to find his arrows. for the large ones took quite a while to make. he'd found 4 of them so far, when he looked up just in time to see several huge creatures come bounding through the forrest, then heard a crash and saw several more come through the wall. a couple of the impaling themselves in the spiked sections of the walls and continuing on. he ran back towards the ones that had come through the wall and laced an arrow through through the sky into the creatures face, it turned and started towards him, but fell whrn it's leg caught itself between two buildings. the wooden spike in it's lower chest drove itself stright through the deamon as it collapsed to the ground. he then saw another being pulled to the ground with ropes. townsfolk were dying by the dozens. he went over to the tavern, the breath comming heavy to him now, he was beginning to tire. he unsnapped his huge claymore and rushed the nearest one, muttering a quick spell, giving him strength and filling his foe with fear. but the creature was huge. how much fear would really move it?....
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Kylan Dhaemon
Kylan was still standing atop the wall when he saw the first of the creatures come bounding into view. Looking like a cross between some kind of gargoyle and a plow horse, it stopped mementarily, swinging its head back and forth as though searching for something, then came loping toward him. He ducked, pulling the terrified man next to him down with him, and watched as it's bulk sailed over the wall above them. It immediately rushed into the throng of citizens, scattering them like wheat before the chaff. Gibbering in fear, the man he'd pulled down stood to run, only to be snatched up in the jaws of the next creature to leap the boundary.
As it made off with him, and as its kin did the same with several others in the town, Kylan cautiously peeked back over the edge of the wall. A moment later, his eyes wide, he turned and leaped from the wall, landing on the same series of roofs that had brought him to the wall in the first place, and ran for all he was worth. Behind him, the wall exploded, pieces of timber and masonry flying, as another of the gigantic beasts came crashing through it. Dashing across the rooftops as fast as his legs could carry him, his thoughts moved even faster, and he quickly realised that the Inn was the only building close by that could be defended with any hope of success. It was built to be durable, that it might survive the odd drunken rampages of its myriad patrons. He just hoped it would stand up to whatever these creatures were....
He came skittering across the last expanse on his knees and one hand, feeling the hot, musky breath on the back of his neck, and grasped the roof sill as he went limp and plummeted over the edge. The creature behind him tried to backpedal, cedar chips bunching beneath it's massive paws, but it's charging bulk was too much to be stopped. With a mournful howl, it hurtled off the edge of the roof, past Kylan where he hung by his precarious hold, and impacted the ground with an echoing thump.
Wincing, Kylan swung himself inward, through the same window he'd climbed out of earlier. Coming to rest inside, he rubbed his shoulder. It ached, and would probably be a whole rainbow of colors on the morrow, but nothing seemed permanently damaged from his desperate hold as he went over the edge. It was a good thing he'd remembered that that window was there, and that outcropping above it...
Looking around, he realised that no else had yet sought sanctuary within the tavern. Either they were running scared, and panicing, or they hadn't made the connection that the sturdy Inn would offer safety that even those creatures outside couldn't breach. Thinking back, and remembering the one that had crashed through the wall, he amended his thoughts. Maybe they could break in. Still, it would take effort, and with so many people easier to get to, there was no reason for them to bother.
Just in case, he climbed nimbly up to the rafters that girded the ceiling, settling himself carefully against one of the support beams. A small spell, and a pall of shadow descended upon him, hiding him from view of anyone who might enter. Anyone who entered would notice nothing amiss, but those creatures...
It was his scent that worried him. He wasn't sure what strange otherworldly senses they might have, but that creature outside the wall, the first one to arrive, had stopped to detect them. Scent was the only thing he could attribute it to. Well, there was nothing he could do about it, so no use worrying about it. Idly, his thoughts wandered to the large elf, and he wondered how the mysterious elf had fared when the wall was breached...
Kylan was still standing atop the wall when he saw the first of the creatures come bounding into view. Looking like a cross between some kind of gargoyle and a plow horse, it stopped mementarily, swinging its head back and forth as though searching for something, then came loping toward him. He ducked, pulling the terrified man next to him down with him, and watched as it's bulk sailed over the wall above them. It immediately rushed into the throng of citizens, scattering them like wheat before the chaff. Gibbering in fear, the man he'd pulled down stood to run, only to be snatched up in the jaws of the next creature to leap the boundary.
As it made off with him, and as its kin did the same with several others in the town, Kylan cautiously peeked back over the edge of the wall. A moment later, his eyes wide, he turned and leaped from the wall, landing on the same series of roofs that had brought him to the wall in the first place, and ran for all he was worth. Behind him, the wall exploded, pieces of timber and masonry flying, as another of the gigantic beasts came crashing through it. Dashing across the rooftops as fast as his legs could carry him, his thoughts moved even faster, and he quickly realised that the Inn was the only building close by that could be defended with any hope of success. It was built to be durable, that it might survive the odd drunken rampages of its myriad patrons. He just hoped it would stand up to whatever these creatures were....
He came skittering across the last expanse on his knees and one hand, feeling the hot, musky breath on the back of his neck, and grasped the roof sill as he went limp and plummeted over the edge. The creature behind him tried to backpedal, cedar chips bunching beneath it's massive paws, but it's charging bulk was too much to be stopped. With a mournful howl, it hurtled off the edge of the roof, past Kylan where he hung by his precarious hold, and impacted the ground with an echoing thump.
Wincing, Kylan swung himself inward, through the same window he'd climbed out of earlier. Coming to rest inside, he rubbed his shoulder. It ached, and would probably be a whole rainbow of colors on the morrow, but nothing seemed permanently damaged from his desperate hold as he went over the edge. It was a good thing he'd remembered that that window was there, and that outcropping above it...
Looking around, he realised that no else had yet sought sanctuary within the tavern. Either they were running scared, and panicing, or they hadn't made the connection that the sturdy Inn would offer safety that even those creatures outside couldn't breach. Thinking back, and remembering the one that had crashed through the wall, he amended his thoughts. Maybe they could break in. Still, it would take effort, and with so many people easier to get to, there was no reason for them to bother.
Just in case, he climbed nimbly up to the rafters that girded the ceiling, settling himself carefully against one of the support beams. A small spell, and a pall of shadow descended upon him, hiding him from view of anyone who might enter. Anyone who entered would notice nothing amiss, but those creatures...
It was his scent that worried him. He wasn't sure what strange otherworldly senses they might have, but that creature outside the wall, the first one to arrive, had stopped to detect them. Scent was the only thing he could attribute it to. Well, there was nothing he could do about it, so no use worrying about it. Idly, his thoughts wandered to the large elf, and he wondered how the mysterious elf had fared when the wall was breached...
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OOC:
Whoops, forgot a couple details, (like the gargoyle-whatever-it-is trying to get in the bar) so I'll fit them in now. Btw, I'll take some liberties with the form that their magical protections take, since others have already managed to impale them with arrows and spikes.
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Kylan Dhaemon
Stirring from where he perched atop a huge crossmember, Kylan grinned, as he heard the sound of large forms moving past the tavern in the opposite direction from whence they came. They're leaving, he thought. Then he thought of the creature that had fallen from the roof behind him. He'd witnessed them crashing through a sturdy wall, he'd seen them intelligently selecting individuals from the crowd, and he'd been followed by one that was nearly as agile as himself. To think that a simple fall had killed it was the height of foolishness. Even if it was dead, he'd be plagued by paranoia unless he checked for himself.
Sighing, he began to slip down from his hiding spot, only to plummet to the floor as a huge impact shook the building. Picking himself up quickly, and looking toward the door, he could see a huge mass moving through the light that outlined the oaken door. he heard a snuffling sound, and then the building rocked again as the shadow threw itself once more against the wall. Kylan nodded to himself sagely, his suspicions of their senses confirmed, but his reverie was interupted by the sight of the door and adjoining wall beginning to splinter. He raced back to the by-now very familiar window, but a quick glance outside showed a somewhat dazed but still very much alive gargoyle sprawled in wait. Backpedaling quickly, he took in the room in a heartbeat. The only option came to him in a flash of insight. He ran to the centre of the room, coming to a stop below an ornate, cast-iron hanging torch sconce, just as the creature at the door hit the wall a final time and burst through.
Kylan crouched, his twin Katals spinning into his hands from their hidden sheaths on his forearms, waited as the beast paused. Swinging it's head around, it snuffled again, it's nose twitching. Kylan snickered, but his laughter was short-lived. At the sound, the creature spun toward him, and charged. Blanching at the sight, he readied himself. One, two three..., he counted mentally to himself. At the three, and as his adversary was nearly upon him, he sprang upward with desperate strength, catching the iron above him and swinging over it. It crashed into the wall with an echoing thud, as he landed lightly behind it. He ran toward it, and as it pulled itself to its feet and turned to face him, he buried both of his blades to their hilts in its eyes.
Blood and viscera poured over him, and he was barely able to jump back out of the way before the creature collapsed in a heap.
Feeling his gorge rising in disgust, he turned away, and busied himself cleaning his steel to avoid looking at the mess.
A strange hissing noise made him turn back. An oily black smoke was rising from the corpse's body, and where it touched, the skin made a hissing sound, as though it were being seared from the creature's bones. Drifting upward, Kylan was shocked to see the wounds he had inflicted healing as the cloud passed them. He was even more surprised when the damaged eyes closed, then reopened intact, all sign of their previous harm erased.
Deciding that he'd had quite enough of this crap, and seeing the massive chest begin to rise and fall with the renewed breath of life, he reached out, touching the dry, coarse hair atop its muzzle, and with his meager penchant for magic set it aflame. Spreading swiftly, the beast was quickly enveloped by the blaze. He crossed his arms, returning his blades to their sheaths with a snap, and turned to run. With what he'd seen so far, that fire wouldn't stop it for long. It's harsh voice, filled with pain, filled the air behind him.
Looking back as he ran, he saw the flames already being snuffed out by the cloud of smoke that still hovered in the air. Taking his chances, Kylan ran out through the gaping hole in the wall, nearly colliding with the giant elf from earlier that day. Twisting at the last moment to avoid skewering himself on the enormous sword held loosely in one huge hand, he used his momentum to pull the elf with him, knowing as he did so that had he not already been running full out, his strength alone would never have proven sufficient to move his newfound ally.
"Run."
That single word, and then he was interupted by an earth-shattering roar, as his persuer emerged from the shambles of the Inn. Looking around, and seeing nowhere to run where it couldn't get to faster, he shrugged, and looked at his companion with a resigned expression.
"Um, we might have a problem."
At the questioning look in the elf's eyes, Kylan said simply, "This is the second time I've fought this thing. I've tried stabbing it. I've tried burning it. I even tried killing it, but it just keeps getting back up. It's not really getting the whole idea here, and I'm starting to run out of options. Any ideas?"
Whoops, forgot a couple details, (like the gargoyle-whatever-it-is trying to get in the bar) so I'll fit them in now. Btw, I'll take some liberties with the form that their magical protections take, since others have already managed to impale them with arrows and spikes.
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Kylan Dhaemon
Stirring from where he perched atop a huge crossmember, Kylan grinned, as he heard the sound of large forms moving past the tavern in the opposite direction from whence they came. They're leaving, he thought. Then he thought of the creature that had fallen from the roof behind him. He'd witnessed them crashing through a sturdy wall, he'd seen them intelligently selecting individuals from the crowd, and he'd been followed by one that was nearly as agile as himself. To think that a simple fall had killed it was the height of foolishness. Even if it was dead, he'd be plagued by paranoia unless he checked for himself.
Sighing, he began to slip down from his hiding spot, only to plummet to the floor as a huge impact shook the building. Picking himself up quickly, and looking toward the door, he could see a huge mass moving through the light that outlined the oaken door. he heard a snuffling sound, and then the building rocked again as the shadow threw itself once more against the wall. Kylan nodded to himself sagely, his suspicions of their senses confirmed, but his reverie was interupted by the sight of the door and adjoining wall beginning to splinter. He raced back to the by-now very familiar window, but a quick glance outside showed a somewhat dazed but still very much alive gargoyle sprawled in wait. Backpedaling quickly, he took in the room in a heartbeat. The only option came to him in a flash of insight. He ran to the centre of the room, coming to a stop below an ornate, cast-iron hanging torch sconce, just as the creature at the door hit the wall a final time and burst through.
Kylan crouched, his twin Katals spinning into his hands from their hidden sheaths on his forearms, waited as the beast paused. Swinging it's head around, it snuffled again, it's nose twitching. Kylan snickered, but his laughter was short-lived. At the sound, the creature spun toward him, and charged. Blanching at the sight, he readied himself. One, two three..., he counted mentally to himself. At the three, and as his adversary was nearly upon him, he sprang upward with desperate strength, catching the iron above him and swinging over it. It crashed into the wall with an echoing thud, as he landed lightly behind it. He ran toward it, and as it pulled itself to its feet and turned to face him, he buried both of his blades to their hilts in its eyes.
Blood and viscera poured over him, and he was barely able to jump back out of the way before the creature collapsed in a heap.
Feeling his gorge rising in disgust, he turned away, and busied himself cleaning his steel to avoid looking at the mess.
A strange hissing noise made him turn back. An oily black smoke was rising from the corpse's body, and where it touched, the skin made a hissing sound, as though it were being seared from the creature's bones. Drifting upward, Kylan was shocked to see the wounds he had inflicted healing as the cloud passed them. He was even more surprised when the damaged eyes closed, then reopened intact, all sign of their previous harm erased.
Deciding that he'd had quite enough of this crap, and seeing the massive chest begin to rise and fall with the renewed breath of life, he reached out, touching the dry, coarse hair atop its muzzle, and with his meager penchant for magic set it aflame. Spreading swiftly, the beast was quickly enveloped by the blaze. He crossed his arms, returning his blades to their sheaths with a snap, and turned to run. With what he'd seen so far, that fire wouldn't stop it for long. It's harsh voice, filled with pain, filled the air behind him.
Looking back as he ran, he saw the flames already being snuffed out by the cloud of smoke that still hovered in the air. Taking his chances, Kylan ran out through the gaping hole in the wall, nearly colliding with the giant elf from earlier that day. Twisting at the last moment to avoid skewering himself on the enormous sword held loosely in one huge hand, he used his momentum to pull the elf with him, knowing as he did so that had he not already been running full out, his strength alone would never have proven sufficient to move his newfound ally.
"Run."
That single word, and then he was interupted by an earth-shattering roar, as his persuer emerged from the shambles of the Inn. Looking around, and seeing nowhere to run where it couldn't get to faster, he shrugged, and looked at his companion with a resigned expression.
"Um, we might have a problem."
At the questioning look in the elf's eyes, Kylan said simply, "This is the second time I've fought this thing. I've tried stabbing it. I've tried burning it. I even tried killing it, but it just keeps getting back up. It's not really getting the whole idea here, and I'm starting to run out of options. Any ideas?"
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Balinor Ohms
he was turning around a building and saw the tavern he was in only a few moments before colapsing in on it self. he ran for it, checking to see if anyone was still in there when i blurred form flew out the hole in the wall and tackled him to the ground. the other rolled back to his feet and was off, pulling him with him. the wind carried his voice and a harsh, "run!" came to his ears. Balinor came to his feet and took off after the quick elf. he prided himslef in his swift feet, but this elf seemed even faster. he was having a strugle to keep up when the other slowed and came to a stop. he was glancing around. probably to find some small allyway that would take a lot of bashing to get through to one of these beasts, Balinor thought. then the smaller elf turned to him "um, we mght have a problem" obviously, balinor though, but he furrowed his brows, because this elf was one who kept his wits about him, al least that was what he gathered from their meeting in the tavern.
"This is the second time I've fought this thing. I've tried stabbing it. I've tried burning it. I even tried killing it, but it just keeps getting back up. It's not really getting the whole idea here, and I'm starting to run out of options. Any ideas?"
Balinor thought, trying ot clear his head as the shaking of the earth became rougher as the daemon came at them. and then he knew. he grinned down at the other elf. "i've killed one, but i think that was a fluke, but if you can't kill them, uh.... okay, no time to think this one through, how about drop them into a chasm?" as he said this he brought his claymore down to the ground with a two handed smash, bellowing out some strange word, when the sword impacted with the ground a yellow flare shor out from his gest down his arms and into the ground. a spliting hole in the earth flareing outwards. the beast started to turn, but it's momentum carried it into the chasm. Balinor then made a flat sweeping motion with his hand and the hold closed in on itself.
the smaller elf looked at the earth, it was as if it had never happened "uh... where does that go?"
Balinor spoke quietly, weakly. "straight to the center of this planet. may it burn in hell" he shook his head to clear it and breathed deeply the cool air to wake him. he then massaged his right arm, letting the spell he wove earlier dissapate, the bunching muscle slowly growing smaller. he then looked up at the other creathues. the humans had killed several. hard fights those must have been. there was one close to them. Balinor held his hand out to where the creature was and let white sparkles drift around his palm. the creature looked around franticly, not sure what was happening, the Balinor whipped his hand into the air, crying out at the last second and falling to his knees. the creature flew up into the sky, headed for the stars, but when balinor cried out, the creature dropped, landing in the ocean a little ways off form th village. Balinor beathed heavily and mumbled something about underestimating magical resistance and then collapsed to the ground, he body turning a faint bluish hue...
(note, the blue hue is not lack of air. you'll see)
he was turning around a building and saw the tavern he was in only a few moments before colapsing in on it self. he ran for it, checking to see if anyone was still in there when i blurred form flew out the hole in the wall and tackled him to the ground. the other rolled back to his feet and was off, pulling him with him. the wind carried his voice and a harsh, "run!" came to his ears. Balinor came to his feet and took off after the quick elf. he prided himslef in his swift feet, but this elf seemed even faster. he was having a strugle to keep up when the other slowed and came to a stop. he was glancing around. probably to find some small allyway that would take a lot of bashing to get through to one of these beasts, Balinor thought. then the smaller elf turned to him "um, we mght have a problem" obviously, balinor though, but he furrowed his brows, because this elf was one who kept his wits about him, al least that was what he gathered from their meeting in the tavern.
"This is the second time I've fought this thing. I've tried stabbing it. I've tried burning it. I even tried killing it, but it just keeps getting back up. It's not really getting the whole idea here, and I'm starting to run out of options. Any ideas?"
Balinor thought, trying ot clear his head as the shaking of the earth became rougher as the daemon came at them. and then he knew. he grinned down at the other elf. "i've killed one, but i think that was a fluke, but if you can't kill them, uh.... okay, no time to think this one through, how about drop them into a chasm?" as he said this he brought his claymore down to the ground with a two handed smash, bellowing out some strange word, when the sword impacted with the ground a yellow flare shor out from his gest down his arms and into the ground. a spliting hole in the earth flareing outwards. the beast started to turn, but it's momentum carried it into the chasm. Balinor then made a flat sweeping motion with his hand and the hold closed in on itself.
the smaller elf looked at the earth, it was as if it had never happened "uh... where does that go?"
Balinor spoke quietly, weakly. "straight to the center of this planet. may it burn in hell" he shook his head to clear it and breathed deeply the cool air to wake him. he then massaged his right arm, letting the spell he wove earlier dissapate, the bunching muscle slowly growing smaller. he then looked up at the other creathues. the humans had killed several. hard fights those must have been. there was one close to them. Balinor held his hand out to where the creature was and let white sparkles drift around his palm. the creature looked around franticly, not sure what was happening, the Balinor whipped his hand into the air, crying out at the last second and falling to his knees. the creature flew up into the sky, headed for the stars, but when balinor cried out, the creature dropped, landing in the ocean a little ways off form th village. Balinor beathed heavily and mumbled something about underestimating magical resistance and then collapsed to the ground, he body turning a faint bluish hue...
(note, the blue hue is not lack of air. you'll see)
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DAKOTA
Dakota awoke to the flitering sun rays that came throught the thick forest. He laid there, his body one throbing pain, trying to make sense of where he was. As he tried to sit up, pain shot through his whole body, causeing him to scream out in pain. He then relized that his leg was broken and that some of his ribs might be as well. As Dakota laid there, he tried to put things into order. He had been paid quite well for the job, to well to be exact, but how could he have said no. Dakota thought back to that day when the offer had been made. A strange man had tracked him down in one of the local taverns, stateing he repesented a rich cilent that wanted to purchase the services of him and his men. Dakota had been quite drunk that night, and he knew that had it been a sober night he would have refused such a request from a stranger. Yet when the stranger had thrown three bags of gold crowns on the table, just for agreeing to meet his clinet, Dakota couldnt say no.
The next day Dakota traveled with the stranger, along with three of his men to meet this potential client. The hours passed as they traveled through the land, he began to wonder if they would ever get there. Then they came to a valley where an encampment was in place. As they aproached a weird feeling came over the Mercenary, a feeling of dreed, fear, and weakness. As Dakota looked at his men he saw the same expression on their faces, witch only confirmed his own feelings. Then the stranger spoke " My master is in that tent, you may enter but your men must stay outside" Dakota nodded to his men and they dismounted, tieing up their mounts. The strange man opened the flap to the tent and Dakota entered. Inside the tent was a women, a women of great bueaty, but the look in her eyes sent chills through the Mercenarys body.
He was sure she was a witch, because only those that pratice the dark arts could bring such fear to a man but Dakota put those concerns aside when she threw another bag of gold before him.
She wanted to hire him and his men for a period of time. She had stated that she lacked the man power to protect her lands and needed to seek other means to do so. The payment had been the highest he had ever heard of for just protecting some rich nobels land, or in this case a witches. Dakota could not refuse such a contract, especially since him and his men had been without work for over a month. He signed the contract and departed the tent to relay the news to his men. As he left the tent it seemed a haze had been lifted off him, he began to wonder why he just did what he did. He felt as if he was under some spell. Dakota shook his head, thinking it was more the ale from last night then a spell. He dispached the men back to the town to muster the rest of the Corp and to get them on the road. Then Dakota mounted his beast and headed off for the village that witch wanted scouted.
Just then Dakota snaped back to reality, " My horse" he shouted. " I forgot all about that damn animal" he muttered. His fear began to subside as he thought of a way to get to it. He had left it tied to a tree back towards the village, but how far was that form here. Dakota began to form a plan, a plan to get him out of this mess.
Dakota awoke to the flitering sun rays that came throught the thick forest. He laid there, his body one throbing pain, trying to make sense of where he was. As he tried to sit up, pain shot through his whole body, causeing him to scream out in pain. He then relized that his leg was broken and that some of his ribs might be as well. As Dakota laid there, he tried to put things into order. He had been paid quite well for the job, to well to be exact, but how could he have said no. Dakota thought back to that day when the offer had been made. A strange man had tracked him down in one of the local taverns, stateing he repesented a rich cilent that wanted to purchase the services of him and his men. Dakota had been quite drunk that night, and he knew that had it been a sober night he would have refused such a request from a stranger. Yet when the stranger had thrown three bags of gold crowns on the table, just for agreeing to meet his clinet, Dakota couldnt say no.
The next day Dakota traveled with the stranger, along with three of his men to meet this potential client. The hours passed as they traveled through the land, he began to wonder if they would ever get there. Then they came to a valley where an encampment was in place. As they aproached a weird feeling came over the Mercenary, a feeling of dreed, fear, and weakness. As Dakota looked at his men he saw the same expression on their faces, witch only confirmed his own feelings. Then the stranger spoke " My master is in that tent, you may enter but your men must stay outside" Dakota nodded to his men and they dismounted, tieing up their mounts. The strange man opened the flap to the tent and Dakota entered. Inside the tent was a women, a women of great bueaty, but the look in her eyes sent chills through the Mercenarys body.
He was sure she was a witch, because only those that pratice the dark arts could bring such fear to a man but Dakota put those concerns aside when she threw another bag of gold before him.
She wanted to hire him and his men for a period of time. She had stated that she lacked the man power to protect her lands and needed to seek other means to do so. The payment had been the highest he had ever heard of for just protecting some rich nobels land, or in this case a witches. Dakota could not refuse such a contract, especially since him and his men had been without work for over a month. He signed the contract and departed the tent to relay the news to his men. As he left the tent it seemed a haze had been lifted off him, he began to wonder why he just did what he did. He felt as if he was under some spell. Dakota shook his head, thinking it was more the ale from last night then a spell. He dispached the men back to the town to muster the rest of the Corp and to get them on the road. Then Dakota mounted his beast and headed off for the village that witch wanted scouted.
Just then Dakota snaped back to reality, " My horse" he shouted. " I forgot all about that damn animal" he muttered. His fear began to subside as he thought of a way to get to it. He had left it tied to a tree back towards the village, but how far was that form here. Dakota began to form a plan, a plan to get him out of this mess.
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Through the entire battle, Sor'kle had stayed perfectly still, simply watching the mass of men fight the rock beasts. One had leaped at him, but he had thrown it through a window... after tearing a leg off and beating it's head in. He saw the mage open a chasm and and then close it. He saw everything. "Now these are warriors!" he exclaimed to himself. Soon as they came to, he would speak to them.
Skorn sat still in his throne, the polished bones making intricate and deadly patterns. The skulls of former enemies hung above his head. Only two groups had ever escaped him. Those damned Onuvar and those god-accursed Sslik. But he had heard that one of the Onuvar was here. Finally, one of their skulls would also decorate his throne. He stood suddenly, his cape shifting. He picked up his helm and put it on. He stood an imposing figure, dressed in his barbaric splendor. The main doors opened and his lead generals entered. "Is the horde ready?" he demanded. "Yes, my lord. Except... the err... orcs, my lord", nervously spoke one. "Massacre the leaders of them. Tell the rest the same is going to happen to them if they don't move their asses!" he exclaimed, and the general ran off. In a minute, he sighed as he heard shrill screams from outside. He exited the castle, and mounted his great war horse. He noticed the orcs were just falling into ranks. A sprawling army of darkness was before him. Goblins, orcs, trolls, men, dark-elves, fallen paladins, and demons, they all obeyed him... or suffered the penalty. "We go to conquer!" he roared out. the gates swung open and his hell spawn poured forth first, followed closely by the rest.
Skorn sat still in his throne, the polished bones making intricate and deadly patterns. The skulls of former enemies hung above his head. Only two groups had ever escaped him. Those damned Onuvar and those god-accursed Sslik. But he had heard that one of the Onuvar was here. Finally, one of their skulls would also decorate his throne. He stood suddenly, his cape shifting. He picked up his helm and put it on. He stood an imposing figure, dressed in his barbaric splendor. The main doors opened and his lead generals entered. "Is the horde ready?" he demanded. "Yes, my lord. Except... the err... orcs, my lord", nervously spoke one. "Massacre the leaders of them. Tell the rest the same is going to happen to them if they don't move their asses!" he exclaimed, and the general ran off. In a minute, he sighed as he heard shrill screams from outside. He exited the castle, and mounted his great war horse. He noticed the orcs were just falling into ranks. A sprawling army of darkness was before him. Goblins, orcs, trolls, men, dark-elves, fallen paladins, and demons, they all obeyed him... or suffered the penalty. "We go to conquer!" he roared out. the gates swung open and his hell spawn poured forth first, followed closely by the rest.
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Kylan Dhaemon
Kylan glanced around hurriedly, searching for more of the creatures, then, seeing none nearby, stooped to check on his fallen benefactor. The mage looked like he had stopped breathing, his skin was turning blue as though it were being deprived of oxygen, but he was warm to the touch and his breath was coming in short,even bursts. Strange, Kylan thought. Must be some kind of side effect of all that magic. I hope it was worth it, if Any of those things comes by this way he's gonna make one hell of a snack.
Sighing, and realising that he couldn't very well just leave the guy lying there in the middle of the street, he set about the task of dragging the huge elf into the tavern, since it was the only place around to still have it's roof intact, even if the walls did look like they'd been perforated. Struggling along, he was eventually able to get him inside, where he propped the limp body against the bar and then collapsed himself into a padded booth nearby. Never again, he thought. I'm never gonna try to move ANYBODY that big again.
He patted his pockets, and smiled. At least he'd managed to scavenge a few things from the townsfolk since he'd been in this accursed place. He'd considered checking his companion's pockets, but thought it unwise since he'd be the logical suspect when the man awoke.
Waiting patiently for his erstwhile ally to awaken, he set began to set out the new objects he'd 'acquired', mentally inventorying them all for future reference.
Kylan glanced around hurriedly, searching for more of the creatures, then, seeing none nearby, stooped to check on his fallen benefactor. The mage looked like he had stopped breathing, his skin was turning blue as though it were being deprived of oxygen, but he was warm to the touch and his breath was coming in short,even bursts. Strange, Kylan thought. Must be some kind of side effect of all that magic. I hope it was worth it, if Any of those things comes by this way he's gonna make one hell of a snack.
Sighing, and realising that he couldn't very well just leave the guy lying there in the middle of the street, he set about the task of dragging the huge elf into the tavern, since it was the only place around to still have it's roof intact, even if the walls did look like they'd been perforated. Struggling along, he was eventually able to get him inside, where he propped the limp body against the bar and then collapsed himself into a padded booth nearby. Never again, he thought. I'm never gonna try to move ANYBODY that big again.
He patted his pockets, and smiled. At least he'd managed to scavenge a few things from the townsfolk since he'd been in this accursed place. He'd considered checking his companion's pockets, but thought it unwise since he'd be the logical suspect when the man awoke.
Waiting patiently for his erstwhile ally to awaken, he set began to set out the new objects he'd 'acquired', mentally inventorying them all for future reference.
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Balinor Ohms
Balinor's eyes were forced open by a beam of sunlight on his face. he glanced around and saw that the room was in peace. the small elf was in a chair, still by him, looking through the contents of his pockets.
Balinor groaned and started to stand, holding his head. he realized that the smaller elf must have gragged him all the way they had run back here. for he recognized the tavern. He pulled the sleeve up his arm and noticed the last of the blue dissapear. he wound over to a chair and collapsed into it wearily. giving a short smile to the other elf as he glanced up at him.
Balinor's eyes were forced open by a beam of sunlight on his face. he glanced around and saw that the room was in peace. the small elf was in a chair, still by him, looking through the contents of his pockets.
Balinor groaned and started to stand, holding his head. he realized that the smaller elf must have gragged him all the way they had run back here. for he recognized the tavern. He pulled the sleeve up his arm and noticed the last of the blue dissapear. he wound over to a chair and collapsed into it wearily. giving a short smile to the other elf as he glanced up at him.
