Faravinn
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Post by Faravinn on Dec 27, 2013 2:52:12 GMT -6
"What the hell? I'm not even a soldier, what's going on..?"
Faravinn was wrapped in his thin little military grade cloack, a corse fiber that was almost as worthless as walking naked in the snow. Shivering from the cold, his lack of any real military supplies and, dare he say it, fear of these little bundles of hate, Faravinn gripped his lance tighly, with great apprehension eyeing the elves suspiciously. He didn't want to die a virgin, no sire, and he made sure to try to stay out of the way.
His fear acting as a magnet, the elves came to him, like halogens to hydrogen. Oh they came, emanating malice from their beady little angry eyes and needle like teeth. He clumsily raised his lance, brandishing it as a warning. Go away or get skewered Being Satans little toy buiding helpers, they gave absolutely zero f**ks, and came upon him, three little savages with their puny little swords, that were, funnily enough, in much better condition than Faravinn's rusty old spear.
How the f**k does Etruria even win wars? Faravinn grumbled, lamenting the absolutely terrible condition of his equipment. Still, he was determined to not die, and prepared for the inevitable blows, tensing himself to dodge the attacks like they taught him in his three days basic training.
The first hit came like a tornado, catching him square on the shoulder. Luckily, it simply knocked him over, deflected by his meager armor, and Faravinn fell back a few steps to recollect his composure before the second hit came, this time nailing him right in the foot. Cursing, Faravinn retaliated, thrusting forward with all of his might. The feisty third elf dodged the blow effortlessly, and the iron lance snapped in two before his very eyes.
"God damm..." Faravinn cursed. Great. Three opponents, no weapons and absolutely no clue as to what he was doing. Why was everything going so positively well? He swore that if he ever met the bastard who ran Etruria, he would tear off that man's balls. The least he couldve done was bother purchasing weapons instead of handing out used hand-me-downs.
Hal edit: Please keep genital references to a bare minimal.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Dec 27, 2013 3:15:04 GMT -6
Mel was caught in the depths of laziness, she could continue on trudging through the snow to get away from the irritating little cretin that was definitely mocking her, or she could turn around and rid herself of it. Snow had gotten in her boots and was currently making quick work of freezing her feet, and she really wanted nothing more to do with the frozen hellhole of the outdoors until her mood chanced. Slowly her steps slowed to a stop, listening as the awkward pants and giggles behind her grew closer. How irritating, she had already come up with her choice.
Swiftly she turned around on one foot, leaping backwards and pressing her hands over her head into the snow with bent elbows, pushing for some momentum to tumble over the elf's head. There were other people fighting the little creatures, before she was only able to vaguely hear them, yet now they were in her full sights, the girl momentarily pausing as she watched one of them smash his fist into another of the little creature's faces with approval. If only she had found them earlier to deal with the little creature so she had hardly to lift a finger. Grumbling in annoyance she shifted the grip on her sword, scowling as she stalked right back up to it and kicked it firmly in the face. It didn't seem to do much besides catch it by surprise, but to Mel it was therapeutic, and with new vigor she leaped away from another stab with it's meddlesome spear.
She balanced on her toes, taking a step and spinning in close to slash at it's shoulder with a lazy flair. Stumbling to regain her footing and a clear head from the little bit of dizziness she inspected the wound as she stepped aside and examined the wound that she had left curiously. She felt a great deal better. An immense amount, she quickly scurried in closer and slammed her foot in it's face, turning sharply and catching another man having joined the little battle.
He seemed to be in peril, and against her better judgement of meddling with other people in manners of assistance she took a large step in his direction, breaking into a run through the snow towards him. With a strong jump she stepped on two of their little heads and hopped onto the third's, dazing them for a moment as she rolled away, kicking a generous amount of snow in the general direction of the four of them. With that she dropped lazily back into the snow, taking the moment to resurvey her surroundings before rolling off on her way back to her feet.
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Post by Butorega on Dec 27, 2013 14:04:00 GMT -6
Butorega had not realized it before, but he was beginning to bring a great amount of attention to himself. The way he fought and spoke pushed him up on the danger meter and made more of the little devils turn their gaze at him. As Butorega took a swing at one of the little buggers another one lunged at him from his side. The brigand quickly turned and knocked the nasty little out of the air with his left arm, but soon received a sharp slash from his rear.
“Ahh”, shouted Butorega as he took a slash on his left side. He turned and delivered a swift kick to his attacker knocking the little monster back a bit. He then noticed the first monster attacking moving back in to attack. “Get back you little devil”, shouted Butorega as he swung his axe. The creature jumped back as the second began its attack again. It was clear to Butorega that he was now being tripled teamed and that he was in a bit of trouble.
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Faravinn
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The Holy Meatshield
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Post by Faravinn on Dec 27, 2013 14:20:28 GMT -6
Great! I guess now that they're down for the count, I can kill them at my leisure.
Faravinn, just shaking and radiating fear only moments ago, was now pretty self assured and a bit arrogant. True, he hadnt killed anything, but how hard would it be to stab the little elves with his lance... his broken....lance. Ah... shucks...this might be harder than he imagined. That was when a sheet of snow came flying into his face, kicked up by the virging warrior queen that had just saved his life. Well, maybe not a virgn warrior queen, but certainly a pretty epic hero of sorts. After all, these little dudes were tough, and to take out three at a time-
WAIT! They were starting to stir. Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit.... Faravinn loomed about himself for a weapon, ANY weapon, just something that he could use to kill these things before they got back up. He rushed to the first one, pilfered its sword, and realized that he actually had no idea how to use it. Scowling at game mechanics fate, Faravinn looked about him. There was... a broken iron lance, some elvish daggers and...a ancient statue. Yes! A statue of some ancient wyvern rider with a rusty old iron lance!
"M'scuse me, sir, but I sort of need this now..." Faravinn pulled at the lance, snapping the arm right off the ancient relic. Simply watching the timeless piece of cultural heritage crumble before his eyes, Faravinn turned about and saw that the first elf had gotten up. Rushing forward with characteristic lack of technique and skill, Faravinn's new found lance landed a blow right in the little elve's left eye. The thing hissed, shieked, and gripped the lance tighty, thrasing and shrieking. Faravinn, being a simple country boy, had no strength to accomodate, and the lance was wrenched from his arms.
Shucks... One down, two to go....
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Hal
Soldier
Wings of Courage
I've got 99 problems and Elesia caused every one.
Posts: 215
Bern Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 1
Affinity: Light
Profile: Hal Kailas
OoC Alias: Kenshin
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Post by Hal on Dec 27, 2013 18:07:34 GMT -6
It wasn't long before Hal noticed the reindeer running on air? towards him. He wasn't sure what to do but Sol sure did, he may have been a young wyvern but he had to fend for himself against older wyverns in the past. They had the height advantage over the monstrous reindeer, it was slightly larger than Sol but it didn't intimidate him. Sol dropped like a stone diving towards the beast, mouth open and fangs baring while he hissed only to receive the same from the reindeer, the two played a game of chicken and as Sol began to get close enough he brought his legs closer to his chest to rip it apart. The reindeer ran past the two at the last second, if Hal had been more confident when he thrust his lance at it he would have struck it. Sol began to pull up to head back towards the sky, he wasn't too far off the ground when he sudden spun around, throwing Hal onto the ground with the reindeer on top of him. Using his legs to keep the beast from standing on top of him, both Sol and the reindeer kept snapping at the other and whipping their head away trying to get the first bite in. Being thrown off Sol in that manor was not as fun as Hal would like to admit, he laid in the snow for a minute while trying to regain his senses as Sol had a snap off with the reindeer, rubbing his head he began to gain a sense of where he was. As he looked around he found Sol locked in battle with the beast he knew he couldn't lose his friend. Getting up on one knee he grabbed his lance and began to charge towards the pair with the lance pointed towards the reindeer, he had made contact and nearly knocked himself over again. His lance penetrated it's thick hide but not much so it was like running into a wall.
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Post by Butorega on Dec 27, 2013 18:29:16 GMT -6
Quickly Butorega pulled off a spin move towards his left side. He dodged around the incomeing elf and allowed its body to block off the other two monsters. Butorega immediately struck from the rear of the beast. Unlike the little elves Butorega took the time to aim his strike. His axe cut into the spine of the monster destroying its ability to move. Even if the little monster was not dead it would not be able to attack him again. “Die Leprechauns”, spoke Buotrega still calling them the wrong thing.
The other two swiftly came around the corpse of their comrade and began to launch their assault on the brigand. Butorega however had no intention of facing them both at the same time. The brigand turned tale and sprinted toward the wall with both creatures following him from behind. He took notice of a stature located in a small dent in the wall of the arena. The brigand quickly dashed behind it with his two opponents in toe. As he got behind hit he pressed his back against the wall and pressed with his legs. The stature fell forward heading directly towards the small creatures.
Boom! The sound of the stature hitting the ground rang throughout the entire arena. Butorega however was surprised to see that the two monsters did not only dodge the stature, but were already on the attack again. The brigand barely had enough time to swing his axe before the figures were upon him. He swung with all his might and smacked one of the jumping abominations away, though it block the attack. The second slashed him on his right arm, though the wound was shallow. Quickly Butorega retorted with a swift left punch to its face and slashed its face with the blade of his axe. The figure paused form the pain, but seemed to attack once more without remorse.
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Post by Plot Device on Dec 27, 2013 19:05:43 GMT -6
Satan Claws gave a deafening whistle and commanded the two elves fighting Butorega to retreat. Reaching for his axe he jumped from the sled creating a loud thud. Lifting it with ease he placed it upon his right shoulder as he walked towards Butorega with a devilish grin. "You... Will make a great snack for my elves. Prepare yourself for this nightmare before christmas."
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Post by Butorega on Dec 27, 2013 19:14:04 GMT -6
“A snack huh”, spoke Butorega as he pulled out his bottle of rum from his pocket. He poured the liquid over his back and allowed it to spread over his wound. The liquor singed like fire, but Butorega took it as a sign it was doing its job. The brigand ripped off the remains of his jacket and shirt and threw it to the ground. Bare-chested he stood there holding his axe. His body was covered with scars.
“Be careful fatty”, spoke Butorega. “You might have bitten off more than you can chew.” With those words spoken Butorega charged forward. At first he let the axe drag on the ground giving his charge a distinct sound. As he drew closer he lifted it from the earth and let out a blood chilling roar as he jumped into the air. With all his weight he brought down his axe aiming for old saint nicks jolly head.
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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 Dec 27, 2013 22:29:15 GMT -6
The swordswoman threw something his way. Aurek didn't have enough time to question what it was. He didn't even have time to catch it. Instead, he simply brought his shield to bear and took the hit. Bending over, he picked up the iron rune just in time. A sharp pain in his back caused him to spin about. Aurek saw one of the elves holding an over sized lance standing there with a somewhat surprised look on its face. Apparently Aurek was supposed to die from that blow. Instead, it felt like a gash had been inflicted upon his back. The iron rune was powerful indeed. Smiling, Aurek took full advantage of the surprise. Impaling the elf on his lance, he began using it as a club. A wide swing connected with another elf coming to attack Aurek. Pivoting Aurek smashed his club into another elf. None of the blows were killing the little demons. They simply provided a wide berth. Aurek needed space.
With some time given, Aurek tucked the rune into his belt. He needed to return it to the swordswoman as fast as possible. The last thing he needed was her chasing him down to get it back. Smiling grimly, Aurek began his assault on the elves he had smashed. Thrusting, stamping, spinning, lunging: Aurek traded blows with three of the mini fighters. If it wasn't for the iron rune, he would have been dead long before. The snow continually fell, making footing difficult. Aurek's blood was dripping into the sand, but he was still standing strong. Whirling around, Aurek managed to keep the monsters at bay. Then he heard a peculiar noise. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Butorega charging Satan Clause. "Idiot!" he shouted as he bull-rushed to intercept the axe-wielder. As Butorega cleared the ground, Aurek wrapped himself around the bandit's legs and dragged him to the ground. The momentum sent Aurek rolling on the ground. Somersaulting, Aurek attempted to get up but ended in a face-plant. The cold snow felt wonderful on his wounds. But he didn't have time to waste just yet.
Pushing himself up, Aurek eyed the giant, fat man and his one remaining animal chomping at the bit. "Butorega, learn to work with others! You can't beat him on your own!" Swiveling his head, Aurek checked to see if any of the elves were coming. And yes, they were. Getting his feet underneath him, Aurek turned to face a sword-wielding elf while backing away from Satan.
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Post by Butorega on Dec 28, 2013 21:01:34 GMT -6
“What the hell”, shouted Buotrega as he turned around to see Aurek grabbing his legs. “What in the world do you think you are doing”, spoke Butorega. Then came Aurek explanation/ insult.
“To hell I can’t”, shouted Butorega. “He is just a fat man with an axe. He is no different than any other man I have faced on the battlefield. All I have to do is stick an axe in his skull and this whole situation would be over. However”, spoke Buotorega as he weighed Aurek’s words. “I will follow your judgment. You have not led me astray before and it would be a boomer if you ended up dying on your own.”
Still not accepting the challenge that was given directly to him began to eat away at Butorega. He was running, and running from a challenge is the coward’s way. Butorega was no coward. Anger and rage began to grow in his hear. “I can’t do it”, spoke Butorega as he suddenly turned back towards the fat jolly man. “Sorry Aurek”, spoke Butorega. “But I have to do it”, with those words said the brigand rushed toward the jolly man, but this time he was a lot more cautious. Did not want another pull down from Aurek, or even worse to end up dead over his stupidity. Then he would never hear the end of it from Aurek when the old man finally passed over to the other world.
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Post by Jya on Dec 30, 2013 0:27:52 GMT -6
Jya only gave a cursory glance at the swordwoman, but not giving a clear answer. Why else would she be here, of all places? Sure whatever good she did here would hardly balance out to what she had done in the past, but at least she hoped it helped. With all that in mind, she retreated.
Quite frankly they seemed to be dealing with the whole matter rather well. She didn't like having to face a few of them at once. She, preferred the safety given from the element of surprise. Quite frankly, the more she stood with these heroic figures, the more she felt exposed. Hopefully they understand that she was here to help, but in her own way.
She moved quickly, away from the others, only to double back and strike at a lone elf. It was surprised, but managed to protect itself with it's sword. However, as she tilted her blade and pushed off, it stumbled backwards, long enough for her to try for its blind spot. For that short moment, she managed to slice off an arm. It reacted with anger and charged forward with a battle cry. She made quick worth of him as she cut through his neck in a quick moment. With the deed done, she looked at the big man with the axe.
Biting down on her lower lip, she didn't like the idea forming into her head. Slowly, she began to circle around, hoping to catch him from behind while he faced the other axe man.
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Post by Mana on Dec 30, 2013 2:04:48 GMT -6
"Hey wait!" Mana tried to catch Jya when the assassin left without answering her question but she couldn't even catch the green shadow. Mana grumbled, Jya could at least say a few words to her. The assassin had gone to do her part in this battle and she seemed to prefer to do it in her own way. At least Mana could accept and respect that.
Mana saw an axeman go to duel against the big monster who led these elves, a btave but also reckless move obviously. The other fighters might have barely enough time to help as they were too busy fighting the underlings so he might have to face the invincible opponent alone. She returned one sword to its sheath and charged toward another elf near her. "I must thin his forces or we will be screwed!" she thought.
Remembering her experience against the last opponent, Mana faced the spear-wielding elf with knowledge that he probably had unpredictable skill and great endurance as well. The little monster tried to take advantage of its longer reach, his spear moved to stab the Sacaen girl. It hit empty air for a few times before Mana found a chance to lunge into his spear range, dodging skillfully. Her sword succesfully ripped his chest and chopped his left arm but the evil creature just kept his smiling and bit her shoulder as if her attack did no damage. Without Iron Rune to buff her his fang pierced her flesh and probably damaged her bone. She was prepared for this, though. The sword maiden held her elf's head and stabbed him right on his head, ending his life permanently. "Another one!" she shouted. She then looked at Aurek and tried to judge whether he needed help or not.
"Everyone okay?" she shouted, not just to Aurek but to anyone who fighting.
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Faravinn
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Post by Faravinn on Dec 30, 2013 2:38:47 GMT -6
Faravinn's short and succint answer to Mana manifested itself when he ran past her, an elf on top of his head, tearing his ears to ribbons with its hateful little claws. Angry he repeatedly stabbed it, only for it to keep tearing and tearing. Another elf had latched onto his leg, growling and hissing, its canines lodged deep in Faravinn's leg as he tried to kick it, multiple times, but also continued to fail. Faravinn, it was clear, had never been trained in the ways of war, and this inability was clearly showing itself as he tried to ease the damage he was taking. Had this been a Fire Emblem game, Faravinn was the kind of character you didn't even bother leveling up.
"Agh" he grunted, collapsing under the stress of the elvish fighters.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Dec 30, 2013 19:33:57 GMT -6
Where Faravinn laid, he thought it may have been the end for him. But he'd feel the elf that was chewing at his leg disappear, it's weight was gone. Looking up, he'd see a crimson red haired female with the elf at the end of her lance impaled. Swinging her lance, she let the little body fly and hit the fat ol' Satan Claws. Lisa lowered her hand and helped Faravinn up. "You give up in a battle, you die. Now fight!" Grabbing a bloody iron lance, she would put it into his hands as it was one of the Elves weapons that was laying around. She smiled a bit and decided to go in and help others. But she would be stopped as an elf with a lance and shield hoped infront of her. Shaking her head, she'd charge at it in full force. It lifting it's lance and shield to protect itself. Taking her Iron lance, she'd smack the elf's lance away and would take her momentum of her charge and slammed into the ugly creature making it roll across the snow. A burts of steam shot out of her nose as she charged in again at it as it tried to get up. When it did, it took her lance into the chest as she flung that away as well. Her eyes would see Butorega and Aurek as they were fighting and talked amongest themselves. 'Not really a perfect time to chat.' she thought to herself.
Feeling a slight pain in her back, she'd look behind her and see two elves: one with a sword and one with an Axe. The sword she'd be fine against. But the axe wielder, not as much. Using the length of her lance to keep the two elves at bay, she would begin to back up since they would move towards her and begin to swing at her. She lunged her lance forward getting the swords elf in the left arm. It would scream in pain, but it's companion swung his axe and got her in the leg. Biting her lip, she yanked the lance back and shoved it right into the axe wielder's head. A screma of pain came out of her as she would then see the swords elf coming to try and finish her off. But she swung the lance into it's ribs making it redirect else where. Taking out one of her Vulenrary, she'd pour it on her right leg where the wound was. The stinging sucked for a moment, but she would take a handful of snow and packed it onto it. Replace one pain for another. Standing up, she'd see the full extent of the battlefield. Blood was everywhere and screaming filled the air as did Death's scent.
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Post by Orcleous on Dec 30, 2013 20:56:43 GMT -6
“Ok look out Orcleous the night blade is here”, whispered Orcleous as he snuck into the arena. The young boy was on the opposite end of the old jolly man. He had heard rumor that in his bag held the one thing you wanted most, and all one ad to do was simply open the bag to receive it. Despite Orcleous atrocious record of getting caught he actually managed to make it to the sleigh unseen.
“Just a little further”, spoke the novice as he heard something behind him. Orcleous turned to see an elf staring directly at him. “Hay there little guy”, spoke the novice in an attempt to stop it from attacking. It failed. The elf struck at the novice with a club, yes a club, and knocked him away from the sleigh. The young novice flew back a few feet and landed in the middle of Butorega’s chest. Once again the brigand’s assault was stopped by another flying person.
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