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Post by Butorega on Jul 26, 2013 16:32:20 GMT -6
For a second the young brigand simply stared at the shaman. She obviously did not trust him, and he had made it worse with his smugged grin. It was fun, in his mind at least, to bother the shamen. None the trust and time were not on his side. For him they had already spent to much time talking, and not enought moving. The sounds of Wyvern filled the air and the night was growing old.
"Alright", spoke Butorega as he stepped in front of the shamen moving himself infront of the entire group. "I don't know about the rest of you all, but I think it is about time we got a move on. If we stay here any longer we will risk being discovered by the boarder gaurd."
Witout another word Butorega began to walk forward down the dark road cutting his way through the darkness. "I say we stop in Riverrock", spoke Butorega as he walked forward. "The village lies on the other side of the moutain. There a good Inn name Silverwater its a good place to sit and plan things."
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
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Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Aug 1, 2013 14:58:37 GMT -6
"Well then it's time to stop talking and start walking." Honestly, does everyone need to be told exactly what to do? Aurek grunted in his normally unhappy manner. "You can scout all you want, woman, but carts don't get ambushed that frequently. You're just being paranoid. And I need to talk with you about some stuff when we get to the inn. Butorega, you lead the way since you obviously know where you're going. Helios, follow the ax-toting 'untrustworthy' fellow." He put special emphasis on untrustworthy just to show his general disdain for everything. Honestly, everyone was untrustworthy, it was just about the level of untrustworthiness versus usefulness. And this group was about as useful as a bunch of rocks. Which was fine by Aurek. Rocks fit well with him.
"Now I'm going to lay down because the 'scout' has things covered. If something bad happens, you can wake me up to give all you little children directions." There was no lack of smugness in his voice. Or sarcasm. He wasn't actually going to fall asleep. It was his first opportunity to try to get a handle of his limitations, and he needed peace and quiet for that. And to be left alone. As he laid in the cart, he started by focusing on listening. Sounds were everywhere. Footsteps, heavy breathing, the wheels churning over rocks, sounds of travel assaulted Aurek's ears. It was annoying. He wanted to lash out at all the disturbances. Covering his ears, he took several deep breaths, trying desperately to relax.
His attention was quickly drawn to the cart he was resting on. Every bump, every grain of wood, all of it seemed to scream at his skin. The air carried new scents and tastes. Sweat was hanging heavy, overwhelming Aurek. With a shiver he realized the sweat was coming from him. He could feeling it slowly dripping down his forhead, sliding down his thighs, coating his chest, get caught his lungs. He had only been lying down for a few moments and it felt as though his senses were being overwhelmed. He squeezed his lance and shield until his hands hurt. Still, he laid in a prone form within the cart. It was going to be a long ride to the next destination.
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Post by Butorega on Aug 10, 2013 15:47:40 GMT -6
Curse those illian dogs", spoke Butorega as he made his way through the darkness. His eyes were fixed on the road and the cliffs. Ambush was always a worry and Butorega wanted to be sure he did not let the group down. Their trust was already low enough and the idea he would be in the front in the midst of an ambush was not an ideal situation.
As the young brigand lead the way a small rock fell from a cliff above. Immediately Butorega lifted his right arm and formed a fist giving the signal to stop. His eyes shifted from the dark road to the top of the cliff. He stared into the darkness praying that his instincts were wrong.
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Yunneth
Shaman
Light and darkness cannot live without each other. Those who do not understand this are dead men...
Posts: 83
Profession: Witch and Researcher
OoC Alias: The Witch of Shadows
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Post by Yunneth on Aug 24, 2013 22:06:35 GMT -6
Hearing the smugness from the old man was like sharp embalming tools clawing the flesh out of Yunneth's ears. So...It seems the old man wanted to talk to the shaman? Fine...but he possibly won't like it. When he told her she was being paranoid, she looked at the old man and scoffed.
"...You of all people should know that a healthy paranoia can keep you alive. If you are not paranoid enough then your fresh prey for all. As long as there isn't too much to cloud ones finer judgment then it is alright. Perhaps you should work on it you naïve, old fool."
Yunneth sighs and continues to walk. She wanted to kill them all and be done with it. How she hated groups. When Butorega stopped, she looks at the brigand and looks into the darkness and sighs.
"Greeeeeat. Danger..."
Yunneth sighs and gets herself ready
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
Posts: 122
Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Aug 27, 2013 13:03:14 GMT -6
Aurek heard the rock falling. It was different than the normal sounds making him immediately aware that something was amiss. Sitting upright, he tried to hone in on what had caused the rock to move. As he was sitting up, the wagon stopped causing him to jerk back and forth. His shield clattered loudly as he dropped it. Cursing silently, he strained to hear what may have moved when Yunneth made her comment. It almost made him laugh, her flippant attitude about the danger. He picked up his shield again as he spoke in a subdued voice. “Yunneth, get behind Butorega if you aren’t there already.” Silence filled the air.
Aurek hated to admit it, but a little paranoia probably should have been in order. But bandits don’t just attack everyone and everything. The cart was probably too much of a draw. And they were probably near the bandits’ stomping grounds. Aurek knew they were brutes but that didn’t mean they were complete idiots. Well, except when compared to himself. But everyone was an idiot then. “There will probably be more than we can handle. Be careful.” The last thing he needed was Yunneth getting hurt before he could find out if she could help.
Nothing had happened yet. He could feel the tension. A thought occurred to him. Could it be possible these were mercenaries? “Have any of you got enemies? Anyone that wants you dead?” He really hoped that wasn’t the case. Mercenaries meant some amount of skill. Bandits were usually just ruffians, a nuisance. Mercenaries meant real trouble.
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Post by Butorega on Aug 29, 2013 20:21:47 GMT -6
"Show yourselves", shouted Butorega into the pitch darkness. His eyes were focused and his ears tuned to the cliff. He could make out the figure of a man, but could not see the face. None the less their presence was clearly hostile.
"We already know you are there", shouted the young brigand. "So you might as well come on out". His words were met with several sinister chuckles as five men emerged from the blackness.
"Long time no see, Black Leather Bandit", spoke the lead figure as it emerged from the shadows. The man was middle aged and had a gaze as sharp as knives. His face was covered in scars which he wore like badges of honor. In his right hand he held a spear forged in iron and left a shield fashion for a knight. His crimson armor was scared with scratches and dents from many battles. The most prevalent was a great crack that could be seen in the center of his chest plate. The armor itself however was clearly tempered, the scar in its centere was purpously left behind.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 5, 2013 15:05:31 GMT -6
"Today is not my day", spoke Butorega out loud as he stared up at the middle aged man. He knew to well who he was and cursed the fact he had shown up now. He was making progress with gaining the trust of his new team members, and now he was brining enemies to them.
"Long time no see Stalin", yelled Butorega as the other four figures step into the moon light. The first an archer and the second and third were mercenaries. The last was thief, and a female at that. This fact stuck out to the haughty Bandit as he knew her face. She was with Stalin the first time Butorega cracked open his armor. It was about a year ago, but for what Butorega had known Stalin was dead, but that statement now seems false as the man he thought he killed was now standing before him.
"Still ambushing sheep I see", spoke Butorega makeing sure all his new comrades had heard him. He did not want them to think he was brining danger to the group, nor did he want them to suspect he was working with them. Butoerega was already on thin ice for being a Brigand, but with this it was almost as if he was walking on water. The young brigand knew Yunneth did not like him, which was partially his fault as he took the opportunity to annoy her when he could, but with this she might even try to kill him.
"When did a wolf become sheep", spoke Stalin interrupting Burtorega's chain of thought. His words further pointed toward Butorega as being the source of their new enemies. Betray, from Butorega point of view was on the tip of their tongs. If he did not do something soon he might receive some blows from behind.
"Let’s be real here" shouted the young bandit. "You were not hunting wolves", Butorega spoke while shifting his body into a more offensive position. "You and your ilk never took on those with fangs. You all always preferred soft targets. You never had the balls to attack an armed target. That’s why you and your ilk lost to us in the war for territory. You filthy milk drinkers could even hold your own fort, let alone fight with a real raider like myself."
With those words spoken Butorega charged forward aiming for the low part of the cliff. This was the moment of truth for Butorega. It was now that he would see if his new comrades had any trust in him, or if they decided he was not worth the effort. As he ran forward he let out a blood chilling battle cry. His shoulder lead the way as the rest of his body followed. Thus is the way of the Brigand.
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
Posts: 122
Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Sept 5, 2013 19:37:28 GMT -6
It was bandits. Of all the stupid things, they had to get involved with bandits. And of course it was with the ax user. Who turned out to be a brigand. And these were bandits from a rival band. Fantastic! Aurek was going to have a long "discussion" with Butorega after they got out of this. Troublesome guide. Too bad he was a local. Which meant he was a good guide. And they needed the frickin' guide! Being rival bandits, there was a lot of yelling going on. Loud noises! Aurek cursed mentally. Sidling from the wagon, he slowly shuffled toward where he assumed Butorega was. It wasn't a very difficult guess. Just following the loud noises. The ground was incredibly smooth. Almost like a pathway that was regularly maintained. Aurek thanked whoever had that horrible job. It made his life so much easier.
Just when he was sure he was getting close, the idiot gave out a fantastic roar which was slowly traveling away from Aurek. He charged them. Why would he charge them? He's a brigand, that's why! Aurek cursed aloud. This would have been so much easier if he could see. His hearing wasn't gone though. "I'll take the blind, old man." Someone was coming to get him. There was a whooshing sound. Aurek immediately brought up his shield and was rewarded with a resounding thump. He felt the arrow. An archer. Aurek cursed again and began moving forward with his shield still protecting his midsection, chest and throat. Another thump, this one closer to his head. "A little assistance would be nice!" he yelled.
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Yunneth
Shaman
Light and darkness cannot live without each other. Those who do not understand this are dead men...
Posts: 83
Profession: Witch and Researcher
OoC Alias: The Witch of Shadows
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Post by Yunneth on Sept 5, 2013 20:33:22 GMT -6
Yunneth stood and listened to the conversation. Though she wasn't too interested. She was just wanting to kill these guys and move on. She had places to be and things to experiment. As the conversation went on, Yunneth was already readying herself. She first gave herself a moment to calm herself. She didn't want to go wild and slaughter everyone. When Aurek was attacked and heard him beg for help. Yunneth chuckles a little like a child and walks over.
"Oh? So the proud soldier is BEGGING for help now? Well...I guess I could. Or not."
Yunneth giggles and readies her left hand. It was already channeling some dark magics. Murder was in her eyes. She was determined to show these so called bandits what fear really is.
"...Heh...hehheh...alright...I will help. Just give me the one with the bloodiest scream...ha...haha.."
Yunneth's cool demeanor soon leaves and what comes out is a attitude of murder and darkness. Such a thing can be thanked to her parents. What now makes Yunneth is thanks to the memories, trauma, and the blood that was shed in the bloody cult her parents led. Such insanity grew in a child so young an came out when she fought. Yunneth closed into the archer. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
"...Good night..."
She soon made small distance and began to let loose her Flux spell.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 5, 2013 23:49:00 GMT -6
The sound of battle filled the air as Butorega let out his war cry. He charged up the low side of the cliff and charged head first toward Stalin. The sound of metal hitting metal was like music to his ears as he now knew his allies were on his side. None the less his target was standing before him. "Nothing left, but to crack open your skull", shouted Butorega as he encroached on Stalin.
A loud ping filled the air as the mercenary charged forward and clashed with the young brigand. Butorega Iron Axe was meet with the steel edge of his opponents sword. The clash however was not in Butorega favor. He could tell from the initial impact he was stronger than his opponent, but swordsman had a blade and steel on at that. Overcoming this was going to be no easy feat.
The clash however was short lived as Yunneth sudden outburst of crazy caught the swordsmen attention. This was all Butorega needed as the swordsmen turn his head Butorega grabbed a handful of blacken earth. "Hay over here", shouted Butorega grabbing the attention of the swordsmen. Immediately he raised his blade expecting Butorega to attack with his axe instead he was meet with an eye full of sharp mountain sand. Out of reflex and pain the swordsman dropped his guard this was all the brigand needed.
Without any hesitation Butorega smashed his axe into the lower rib cage of the mercenary. If it had been an armored unites like a knight or cavalier they may have survived, but not a mercenary, or at the very least not this mercenary. The axe ripped through his flesh and shattered his bones. Immediately his body flopped to the right as he began to bleed profusely from his side. The sudden drop in blood pressure sent him uncurious the mercenary was already dead before he hit the ground.
"Sain", shouted Stalin as he moved to engage the bandit. He did not expect for a mercenary to fall so easily to a bandit, even more so with him having the advantage in weapon type. None the death of his friend required action. "Time to pay you back for my armor", shouted Stalin as he engaged Butorega.
Stalin spear cut through the air like an arrow and found its way toward Butorega chest. The young brigand waited for the blade and turned his body with the spears motion. The tip glanced off his leather jacket and sailed through the air.
"Got you", spoke Butorega as he lifted his axe for a counter strike, but the experience knight countered him with a swift bash of his shield. The knight then landed a clean slash across Butorega chest, but the thick leather prevented it from drawing blood. If the blade of the spear had been that of a sword then Butorega would have seen blood.
"Close one", spoke Butorega to himself as he stared at the slash on his jacket. A feeling of anger rose up within him as he had grown quite found of it. None the less a dangerous opponent stood before him. For a moment Butorega simply stood their analyzing his opponent. He looked for an opening, but not find none as the knights armor was thick and his shield was broad.
How the hell did I beat him last time, thought Butorega to himself, and then in the moment it hit him. "Too much thinking", spoke Butorega aloud. His words caught Stalin off guard for a moment. Then as he always did before he charged, Butorega let out a great battle roar.
He charged forward with his mind clear. All thought of strategy and tactics were gone and the only thing on his mind was blood of his opponent. As the berserk brigand charged forward the knight moved in for the kill. He positions his body in the right place and stabbed forward with his spear with all weight of his body. A kill shot, that what was running thought his head as his spear sailed through the air.
At the last second before the spear would connect Butorega jumped into the air. From Stalin point of view it seemed as if Butorega suddenly took flight. Like an eagle he soared over is opponent and his axe soon followed. At that movement Stalin had a flashback of the first time he fought Butoregea. He saw the image of a young man inexperience and green to the world of war jump from a grassy knoll.
"Damn", spoke Staling as Butorega's Axe smashed once again in the center of his armor, and like last time the crimson steel gave way and the aged Knight soon found the brigands axe in his chest. A loud crack ran throughout the mountain as the sound of Iron smashing trough steel filled the air. Immediately the knight fell to the ground his armor let out a loud clank as his weight imbedded into the shallow mountain dirt.
"This time stay dead", spoke Butorega as he stood over the corpse of Stalin. This time however he made sure he was not still breathing. As the young Brigand removed his axe from the knight’s chest a sharp pain filed his back. He turned to see the thief he had noted at the beginning of the fight running her blade through his lower back. Her eyes were filled with tears and her hands were covered with Butorega's now running blood.
"You... bitch", spoke Butorega as he stumbled and fell from the top of the cliff. The young Brigand rolled on the way down and accidently slammed into Aurek. Both him and the old man tumbled of the mountain side and fell into a swift running river bellow. The old man cursed the whole way down.
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