Miriam Gatt
Cleric
Posts: 27
Profession: Pilgrim
Affinity: Dark
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Miriam Gatt on Nov 25, 2014 8:56:42 GMT -6
"The boss... Es? Eh, the boss and the boss should have the women tied up and free for ransom by now." Garth muttered to himself as he walked up the hill with his other bandit comrades. They had been robbing and reaping the town for what seemed to be hours. They weren't actually sure on the time however.
"Aye, I hear ye. Although I wouldn't mind having some private time with those lovely ladies, eh? Ransom usually means ya just return them alive? Nothin' about some of their other things and goods being a bit roughed up, eh?" A laugh echoed trough the bandit group, although only one person was laughing. Big Bertha. She wasn't actually THAT big or intimidating, the name more came from her being tall than anything else. Otherwise she was very pale and slender, dressed out in some robes and seemingly carrying a tome of the elder magics.
The other bandits looked around nervously for a moment. They all had a fear for Bertha. She was a rather mysterious woman, she could kill any of them. She had been a founding member of the whole bandit troupe too, when they really thought about it. Nobody dared to mention about her... Rough edges, or the matter that she had her interest in women, due to being a sister to the two leaders.
The group of bandits were getting closer.
While Barst and Bors were nowhere to be seen, Miriam kept tending to the women. Most of them were healed up by now.
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Post by Orcleous on Dec 5, 2014 11:32:43 GMT -6
To slow, thought Orcleous to himself. The knights were moving far to slow. For them they did not worry about the sound of marching and the captured women. They were Etrurlian. They did not really know bandits like Orcleous knew bandits. Bern had taught its people many lessons about the cruelty and the ferocity of bandits. Just because they wore no shirt and lived in the woods does not mean they are not a danger. Bandits were some of the most fearsome fighters and craftiest men a Bernanite could meet. Etruria with its safe roads and clean sheets could not understand that. They could not understand the fear and caution.
"To slow", spoke Orcleous as he drew his sword and rushed forward. The mercenary quickly grabbed the knight shield that was standing next to him and charge toward the door. With a great hora he slammed the tower of metal against the wooden frame and smashed right through the middle. Breaking into the building Orcleous hid his body behind the shield as he Fiery began to rage with flames. The light from the crimson flames dispelled the darkness giving Orcleous some view of what was around him. By instincts Orcleous swung his blade sending forth a blast of fire toward the first thing he saw that remotely looked like one of the bandits. Orcleous had enough of their hiding and enough of the stealth tactics. These bandits were going to die.
Orcleous fire bolt hit dead on. It smashed into a man sulking in the shadows. The flames from the sword set the man on fire and had him panicking and screaming about as he burned. Orcleous, not one to let his opponent to live, decided it would be better to put him out of his misery rather than to let him suffer. It was not because of mercy or some sense of justice, but rather Orcleous did not want a change that the man could retaliate against him in some way. With a quick swing Orcleous lopped off the man's head. As he was doing so he noticed a incoming attack from his right flank. Skillfully Orcleous took a step back with his right leg and pressed his arm up. The knights tower shield moved infront of the blow deflecting it to the side
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 23:20:43 GMT -6
Flynn watched the approaching bandit group, his crimson eyes burning with anger and desire. Anger at being treated like a child and at the bandits brutish and under handed tactics, desire for showing them what he could do and what a swordsman from the plains was really made of. He couldn't help but grin as adrenaline coursed through his veins, readying Flynn to strike hard and fast against his enemies. It would be a short and quick death for his enemies. A loud explosion and screams of pain, which were quickly silenced, rang out from the house Orcleous had entered. Flynn did not care not bother to turn around and look. What happened in there did not concern him right now. The young swordsman drew his sword. The sunlight glinted off of the metal blade. The bandits drew closer and shouting from Seraph's soldiers to fork ranks were being drowned out by the stomping of the bandits. Soon. The battle would start very soon. Flynn hoped very few of the soldiers died, but it was unlikely. He would try his best, though.
A war cry from the bandits echoed loudly. The clashing of metal on metal sounded. The two groups had collided and began their fight.
A fight Flynn refused to be left out of.
The swordsman stood up and gripped the handle of his sword tighter. He ran across the roof top and used the chimney at the end to propel himself higher into the air as he jumped off. He gave a mighty shout, causing one bandit to look up. Fear registered on the man's face as Flynn stabbed down through his chest. The Sacaen quickly removed his sword from the body and faced the other bandits.
"Who's next?" he yelled confidently.
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