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Post by Duma on Apr 10, 2015 19:48:19 GMT -6
Duma had a mild look of shock. Which was quite humorous given his usual serious looking demeanor. Wait were going along with the craziest plan? And What's this about a ring?
"Uh.. Woah. Wait. Were going along with Rav's plan? The topple the watch tower and hope we don't tumble down?" Was he the only one that was seeing the obvious danger in the plan. He put his hand on his forehead in a classic disapproving gesture.
"I don't know.. what this whole deal with a Ring is. I.. just.. want to kill the bandits. All the bandits and survive." He sighed.
"Know what fine. But I demand a large drink from the pub if we make it out of this. This.. insane.. plan. Gah!" He pulled himself away from the hill, away from the watch tower's eyesight. He took a moment to prepare himself.
"Right. Let's maximize the chances of us living. They are after me the most since the squealer I let live, he probably gave them a nice description of me. So.. I'm going to go down there.. and act as a diversion." He pulled out his blade and inspected it. The orange hued sky glistened upon it. He quickly wiped it clean with his sleeve. Good. No Damage. He re-sheathed it.
"You two sneak around the other way. Clear the watch tower of any men then begin knocking it down. If they have archers up there then I'm in trouble. Ravvus keep to Carm's rear. Your fire magic is crucial. Watch each other's backs, keep each other alive." He crouched down to check his boots. Got up, checked his clothes, his armor, and tightened his belt. He pulled out his plain color hooded cloak. He dirtied it up with some dirt and put it on.
"Going to make myself look like a traveler. Get close. Then start killing. Got it? Good." He sighed. THe cloak did well to hide his features, especially once he put the hood up. All that could be seen were some tips of his green hair, his mouth, and chin. I can't believe i'm doing this. This.. is happening. Right Duma. Remain calm. Calm. Focus. Yes... That's it. He stood there for a moment while his mind cleared. He needed to focus on the mission at hand. His companions were relying on him. He made his way out over watchtower end. Almost immediately he was greeted by two bandit guards. They pressed the swordsman with questions, but Duma said nothing. He flashed a small smirk before quickly drawing his blade and cutting one down. The other sounded the alarm. The plan had been set in motion.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Apr 18, 2015 8:35:16 GMT -6
A plethora of thumbs up and pats on the back, the likes of which had never been seen before, were boosting the blond mage's ego. To Ravvus, the only thing Duma and Carmichal's comments equated to were high fives and praise. Of course, this was not actually the case. Carmichal was supportive of the plan, but wasn't one hundred percent on it. And Duma seemed to go along with it out of a sense of resignation more than anything else. But, those things didn't matter. The important thing was that they were going along with his plan. So, clearly, Ravvus had come up with the BEST plan. The COOLEST plan. End of story.
Ravvus watched Duma as he disappeared momentarily into the darkness. Upon the swordsman leaving their company, Ravvus realized something. Duma had called him Rav, not Ravvus. That wasn't right, Ravvus' name was Ravvus. The blond mage scowled at the memory. He should have corrected the sword master. The mage did not like being called anything other than his full name. No matter. If Duma dared to abbreviate the greatest of names ever again, Ravvus would do the noble thing and correct him.
As Duma began his plan of attack, Ravvus turned to Carmichal. The man was strong, well-built, capable of easily toting an axe with but one of his large arms. Duma seemed to be more skilled of the two fighters, but he also seemed to be better at working alone. That is, his fighting style was more conducive for dueling, when he didn't need to worry about anyone other than himself, while Carmichal seemed a little more flexible. Carmichal was a larger fellow and seemed like he might be a little more suited for fighting with others. Funny. Ravvus could have sworn he'd read a story about two outlaws who operated in the same manner. That is, one of them was at his best when dueling, and the other when he was protecting somebody.
In the distance Ravvus could see a shady, cloaked figure approaching the bandit guards. Duma was on the move, putting his plan into motion. Ravvus and Carmichal needed to catch up. The blond mage looked at Carmichal and gave him a once over. “Come on, lets make use of Duma's distraction. I simply won't have it if he gets himself killed before our duel.” Ravvus gestured for Carmichal to take the lead. ”After you.” He said with a smile.
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Post by Duma on May 7, 2015 9:00:02 GMT -6
Duma kept himself on the cliff, close to the mouth of the rope bridge. The bandits had to cross over the rickety old thing to get to him, which was what he wanted. They would have to funnel themselves over to his person and risk getting slashed by his sword. Their was a soft frown on his face. The swordsman wondered what was taking his companions so long. His eyes widened slightly as he narrowly avoided an arrow. Well. That sucks. The sky above him was slowly turning a hue of blue among the orange. This was both good and bad. Good because soon it would be dark and cut the visibility of the archer shooting at him. Bad because it would cut the swordsman's visibility as well.
The archer in question was conveniently placed at the other end of the gorge. Oh. Perfect. He sarcastically thought. So he could not reach the annoying archer from his current position. No matter he would continue to do his job. He was the distraction.
He kept himself trained on the incoming bandits. Occasionally glancing at the archer in the distance. Duma backed away from the bridge. Giving the bandits a bit more room to come at him. Also diving himself distance away from the archer. Perhaps the swordsman could coax him across the bridge. Hope those guys hurry up. His sword stabbed through another man who charged forward at him.
WHIFF! Another arrow. This one grazed his cheek and nicked part of his ear. A thin trail of warm blood graced his cheek. Damn it.
He timed his strike towards another charging bandit and slashed the man's gut. Soon, the swordsman was standing in a small circle of corpses. He was panting. Again he approached the bridge. From the distance he could see another figure. A larger muscular man who was donned in a fur vest with some gold trinkets decorated on his neck. The swordsman could make the shape of an axe on his back, then something else. He quickly grabbed the buckler of fallen bandit and held it up to his head.
THUNK. THUNK. Two arrows lodged themselves within the buckler. He jumped back distancing himself further. He threw the buckler aside. The swordsman mused at his options. If he ran across the bridge he would risk getting picked off by their arrows. If he waited the two enemies at the other end might notice the other two trying to fell the tower. Decisions.. decisions..
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Carmichal
Brigand
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Post by Carmichal on May 16, 2015 10:03:16 GMT -6
With Duma’s distraction begun, Carmichal motioned for Ravvus to follow him. He led the blond mage back down the hill a ways before diverting off the path. There wasn’t much in the way of trees on this side of the path, but the shrubbery was thick here and would make for excellent cover, especially with the light of the sun quickly fading. The mercenary dropped prone and began a slow, laboring crawl through the underbrush. It was thicker than he expected, but at least the bushes were free of briars and thorns. After a few minutes of crawling, they managed to pass the tower. The duo emerged back onto the road into the shadow of the hill the had been hiding behind. As far as Carmichal could tell, they were still undetected, but they needed to move fast. From what little he could see in the fading light, Duma had managed to handle the initial rush of bandits, but there were archers on the other side of the bridge and the swordsman could only dance around them for so long. The aging mercenary issued a few, quick hand signals to his mage companion, detailing the plan as quick as he could. The side of the tower they were currently facing had an opening big enough to climb through about half way up, and the masonry was rough enough to provide some decent footholds. They would climb up the side, pacify any resistance in the tower, and then cut the bridge as soon as it was full of bandits. Once that was done, they would begin the task of toppling the tower. He just hoped that Ravvus grasped his meaning.
For a brief moment, Carmichal tensed his muscles, preparing to cross the gap between him and the tower. Then, he let go, sprinting as quietly as he could towards his goal, leaping from the edge of the road. His stomach dropped out as he soared briefly over the chasm, its depth only now realized. He hit the tower a little harder than expected, but managed to get a solid grip on the rugged stone. He paused only for a moment to recompose himself, then returned to climbing. He needed to vacate a space for Ravvus, after all. The mortar was in worse condition than he had imagined and he slowed his ascent out of caution. Still, it wasn’t long before he reached the opening. He pulled himself up with ease, assessing his surroundings as he did. The stairs up to the floor above him had collapsed years ago and no visible attempt had been made to grant access. That left only the floor below him. His thoughts were interrupted as an arrow bounced off the well next to his head. Apparently, another archer had been waiting to ambush Duma on the floor below, and had been alerted by the sounds of Carmichal’s climb. It was sheer, dumb luck that he had missed. He wouldn’t get a second shot. Carmichal charged, axe in hand, and struck his foe down with a powerful diagonal slash. The man let out a cry as he fell, though hopefully no one could hear it. Without waiting for the mage, he hurried down the stairs. Fortunately, the ground floor was empty. Now all that remained was for Duma to enter the tower, and for more bandits to cross the bridge.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on May 18, 2015 9:42:58 GMT -6
Ravvus dashed after Carmichal as the duo made their way for the tower. Moving under cover of the forest proved effective and safe. The two men reached the tower without incident. Carmichal made various hand motions for Ravvus to follow. He understood, more or less, all that the bandit 'said'. The only thing he didn't understand was why they were positioned across the chasm. How were they going to enter the wa-
And then Carmichal leapt across the chasm and latched onto the tower.
“What?” Ravvus muttered, seeing his barebacked companion dig his fingers in between the stones. Carmichal wanted him to jump chasm? That was... crazy. Actually... it wasn't really any crazier than Ravvus' own plan of leveling the watch tower. The mage had no real place to criticize the mad. The blond man looked down intp the gaping pit. It was vast and deep, waiting to swallow him whole. He smirked and took a few steps back. He hadn't anticipated this. “Nothing ventured...” But the unexpected was what kept adventuring interesting. He ran forward and jumped across the pit. With his hands reaching out, Ravvus' body collided with the tower. He managed to slide his fingers in between the stones and get a good a grip. A grip which was nearly lost when the rest of his body collided with the structure. Ravvus shivered and quickly found somewhere to plant his feet. Once secured, the mage focused his eyes solely on the aperture above him.
Arriving inside the tower, Ravvus noticed that there was no way to access the top portion of it. “Huh.” He mumbled, as Carmichal's axe collided with a hapless archer. ”Whats the point of a watch tower if you can't even reach the highest section?” There was something fishy about that. Ravvus suddenly had a bad feeling. He made a mental note to be just that more cautious. The mage casually strode downstairs. A quick survey of the bottom floor showed that the tower was theirs. ”Right then, tower's clear. Carmichal do what you can to assist Duma. I'm going to see if I can get to the top of this thing and provide some support from on high.” The mage nodded to the aging merc. ”Good luck.”
With that Ravvus headed back upstairs. There wasn't any furniture or equipment tall enough to reach the next floor. The mage approached the wall of the tower and tried to dig his fingers in between the masonry. His fingers fit, but only barely. “Beats going back outside.” He remarked and started climbing.
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Post by Duma on May 25, 2015 8:11:20 GMT -6
Duma was starting to get impatient. How long does it take to fell a tower? He thought as he felled one more bandit.By now most of them were dead by his feet or had stopped funneling through the bridge to his person. Either those guys ran into trouble or the tower was made of material that was not so easy to break. F*ck. It might be made of stone rather then wood. The swordsman didn't get a good chance to see the tower from the hill. He hoped that was the case. Last thing he wanted to find when this was all over were the corpses of his two companions.
But for now he had other things to worry about. The warrior at the other end had an arrow drawn and ready incase Duma made his way across the bride. The distraction needed his own distraction. I could always go ham and charge across the bridge. But my opposition might cut the bridge while I'm running. The sun was getting real low. The sky was a reddish orange with a few shades of dark blue seeping in from the furthest points of the setting sun.
The sun was setting behind him. Duma had a slight revelation. He could make the run across. He figured thew sunlight would cast a glare on the enemies on the other side. To those whom are facing the sun in order to maintain visual on Duma. It would be very brief, but he was going to take advantage of that.
He sheathed his weapon and prepared himself. If this failed and they cut the bridge he was going to have too hold on tight to the ropes of the bridge and climb up. He narrowed his eyes. And... Now!
The swordsman broke out into a run. His feet found the creaky wooden bridge.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
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OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on May 25, 2015 20:07:25 GMT -6
”Huff huff.” The mage panted as he reached the top of the tower. To his relief, Ravvus found that he was the only person up there. When he realized that the tower lacked a means of reaching the top, the blond man had gotten a bad feeling. He didn't know why. The fact that the bandits had let the tower go into a state of disrepair was hardly a sign of danger. But the sight of it had set him ill at ease..
The mage placed a hand above his eyes, so as to shield them from the sun. It was setting now, it would be night soon. It was during that time of evening when the sun glare was especially acute. Ravvus turned his vision to the bandit fort and the bridge connecting it to his side of the chasm. And then he saw Duma. He was running across the bridge. What. Was. He. Doing? Ravvus suddenly felt his ire spike. That fool swordsman was deviating from the plan. The mage didn't know what worse. The fact that Duma was deviating from the plan or the fact that he was going to get himself killed. “No!.” Ravvus snapped in a nearly inaudible hiss. Duma wasn't allowed to die yet. Furious, the mage opened his tome and began to speak fire into life. An intense, burning ball of flame appeared above his left hand. Tongues and tails of heat licked and lashed about wildly. The fire burned bright. It was like he had miniature sun in the palm of his hand. With power in his voice, the mage roared the last words of the incantation and sent the fireball careening at the archers on the other side of the bridge. The archer's could barely see due to the setting sun, so they didn't noticed the fireball until it was right upon them. The fireball collided with one of the fortresses wall and exploded in a spectacular fashion. A chunk of the wall had been caved in by the blast. The grass adjacent to the wall was little more than charred earth, blackened by the soot. Two bowmen who were unfortunate enough to be close to the blast, but fortunate enough not to be too close to it, were cast to the ground by the heat. The bow from one of them was thrown from his hands and cast to the chasm below. The other had a tighter grip and was able to hold onto his weapon. That would pacify the archers for the time being.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ravvus saw a trio of archers setting up behind one of the fortresses battlements. The sun still blinded them and would do so for a little while longer. But if Ravvus didn't do something about them they would prove to be a problem for him, not to mention Duma. The mage looked back at the crater he'd made in the wall. He had no idea he possessed such power. If he could tap into that strength again, he could shatter the battlement. Ravvus crouched behind the tower wall, just in case someone tried to take a potshot at him. He looked at his hand and curled it into a fist. He concentrated on his anger, at his frustration as Duma's impatience. He felt it reach a boiling point. A storm of emotion swirled within him.
The mage began to breath another fireball into life.
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Post by Duma on Jun 2, 2015 14:40:13 GMT -6
Duma kept running and running until he heard the loud noise, an explosion of some kind. The bright flash of orange and red he later saw had to have come from a fire ball. Ravvus made it to the tower. That was good to know. That meant he could provide support from above. Duma kept his pace. He took advantage of the fire balls distraction and made it across. He drew his sword out and stuck down an archer that had given him such grief earlier. Finally!
Upon being on the other side of the bridge he noticed that there were battlements. Something that he couldn't quite see from the other side. Ooh.. He made his way towards the nearest place of cover which was a small windowless wooden supply hut. He killed another archer whom was fumbling trying to draw an arrow from his quiver. He took a moment to catch his breath. Alright. Now we just need to make our way up.
He wasn't exactly sure how to go about getting himself up to higher ground. He knew the warrior was up there too. There were only about five or six more bandits left. There were at least three archers to deal with well four considering the warrior. It was hard since he couldn't see through walls. He had no idea who or what was sneaking up towards the supply shed. He needed to rely on his comrades to distract them momentarily. He cursed his luck. He was supposed to be the distraction. But at least he knew Ravvus was shooting fire balls. He wasn't sure where Carmichal was. Hope he's ok. He knew there was a ladder leading up towards the warrior. He needed to move. He didn't want to get caught out here when it turned dark.
"Just.. a bit more.."
He peeked and saw that there was a wall nearby the ladder that lead up. If he could just get there. Wait for the fire ball. He braced himself.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Jun 3, 2015 10:35:37 GMT -6
Ravvus felt the heat and intensity of the new fireball as it gradually grew in size. His body felt hot, and not simply because of the fire next to him. His mind was a flurry of emotions. But it was controlled, focused. The flurry was coming together to form something greater. Ravvus' anger was not nearly as wild as it had been when he watched Duma sprint across the bridge. Rather it had reached an acute point. Sharp and refined. Like a newly forged spearhead, jutting out from the mage's head. Ravvus curled his right hand into a fist, and the fireball, following his actions, shrunk slightly. It was more of a semi-solid mass of fire now, as opposed to a conglomeration of heat which just so happened to take the form of a sphere. Muttering the last few words of incantation, Ravvus shot the fireball forward. And with that fireball was his emotional intensity. The spearhead burst out of the mage's cranium.
With purpose, the fireball flew towards the fortress battlement. It was at this time that the bandit archers had finished taking up positions. They were now able to fire upon Ravvus. They answered his magic in earnest, letting out a modest volley of three arrows. The first projectile to find its target was Ravvus' fireball. It collided with the fortress battlement, exploding as fantastically as its predecessor. But more than this, the mage did not see. The next thing he knew, he felt something sharp, like a small, jagged rock, collide with his abdomen. It knocked the mage off his balance, casting him to the ground. With a thud, Ravvus found himself lying on the roof of the tower. Lying next to him was a broken arrow. The mage examined his orange attire, finding a newly made hole in it. Pulling the fabric aside, he discovered a dent in his leather armor. The defensive clothing had saved him from a nasty wound.
The mage rose to his feet, examining the damage he'd caused. A small portion of the parapet had been obliterated. Two of the defensive square stones no longer existed, and the ones adjacent to them were blackened. As for the archers, they were nowhere to be seen. The blast couldn't have been intense enough to incinerate them. Perhaps Ravvus' fire had scared them off? The blond man let out a smirk, pleased with his work. That was quite impressive.
Suddenly, the mage saw a portion of the rickety wooden bridge drop into the abyss. No longer connected to the supports on Ravvus' side, the bridge slunk and fell until it was leaning upon the opposite wall of the chasm. Flabbergasted, Ravvus turned to find the perpetrator. There, kneeling next to the rungs which had once been connected to the bridge, was a bandit with an axe in one hand. The man's other hand was clutching his side. The man clearly had had a run-in with Duma. The entire left half of his body was covered in blood. Ravvus suspected that hand on the man's stomach was supposed to be preventing his guts from spilling out. The brigand then expired from his wounds, having trapped Duma as a final, bitter curse.
Now Ravvus had to knock down the watch tower. Duma would need his and Carmichal's assistance in clearing out the fortress. While the mage would have preferred to continue providing overwatch, he knew that his team of mercenaries needed a new bridge. That, and he really wanted to knock down the watch tower. Ravvus began his descent, hoping that Duma could hold out.
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Carmichal
Brigand
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Post by Carmichal on Jun 4, 2015 8:08:09 GMT -6
No sooner had Carmichal arrived on the bottom floor of the tower and gone to call for Duma, than the swordsman ran past him, darting across the bridge. Bewildered, the mercenary almost made to follow him, but as he was glancing back and forth between the tower’s two doorways, some of Duma’s handiwork, apparently not as deceased as the swordsman must have believed, stumbled into the room. Despite being very much wounded, they were very angry, and very ready to fight. Having noticed that the subject of their anger was gone, the bandits decided to take it out on the next best thing. Carmichal gritted his teeth and readied his axes, holding one in each hand. His opponents were wounded, but it didn’t seem to be slowing them down much. This became especially evident when one of them, the only one wielding a sword, charged at him sword raised high. Before he had even cleared half of the room, Carmichal spun and threw his hand axe at the bandit. It found its mark, stopping the man in his tracks and dropping him straight to the ground. Momentum being in his favor, the mercenary dashed forward. He grabbed the hilt of his hand axe as he passed the downed bandit, yanking it free with slight crunch. He the let the axe fly again at the two remaining foes, but his attack was hurried and the bandits easily dodged the axe. However, dodging the hand axe didn’t give either of them the time they needed to dodge Carmichal himself. As he drew in close, the mercenary leaped at one of the two men, tackling him to the ground. He rolled off of the bandit, swinging his axe around as he did. The blade of his weapon crashed into the other bandit’s knee with a loud crack. Without the support of one of his knees, the man dropped to Carmichal’s level. He brought the axe around the other, bringing it straight through his neck and decapitating him.
Suddenly, he was grabbed from behind, the bandit’s arms wrapping around Carmichal’s waist. His arms pinned to his side, the mercenary could only struggle against the hold. With his hold secure, the bandit started to drag him and it wasn’t until Carmichal looked over his shoulder that he realized where the bandit was dragging. He was going to throw him into the chasm. He struggled even harder, thrashing back in forth and scrambling to gain some sort of footing. It wasn’t easy though. The bandit was strong, despite his wounds, and he had managed to grab Carmichal while he had still been on the ground. If there were any gods, though, they were smiling on Carmichal. Just as the bandit was nearing the edge of the chasm, a glorious fireball lit up the fort. His attacker, momentarily distracted, loosened his grip and it was enough for the mercenary to free one of his elbows and drive it into the man’s chin. He stumbled back, teetering dangerously on the lip of the chasm. Carmichal jumped back to his feet, wheeled around, and delivered a square kick to the man’s chest. He plummeted into the chasm, but the mercenary didn’t stick around for the dull thud.
Back in the tower, Carmichal was surprised to find that the bandit he had dropped with his hand axe was not where had left him, but rather had managed to stumble out to the bridge. As the mercenary noticed him, he finished his final cut on the supports and the bridge swung free, collapsing to the other side of the chasm. The bandit turned to him and with a smug sense of satisfaction, flipped him an obscene gesture, before toppling over and joining his friend in the chasm. Carmichal swore loudly. Now they would have to topple the tower. He rushed over to the stairs. He needed the mage down here. “Ravvus,” he called up the tower, “Get down here! We gotta make this tower horizontal!” He turned back to the walls, noting the two wooden supports that he guessed were the only things left holding it up. He picked one of them and started hacking away.
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Post by Duma on Jun 5, 2015 9:26:50 GMT -6
Duma heard the sizzle of Ravvus’ fire spell hit the stone laden structure the three archers were on. Duma made a run for it. Quickly he scrambled up towards the ladder that led up to where the archers were. When he got up there the three archers had fired a small volley of arrows out towards the direction of the tower. Duma charged at them sword in hand and began to take them down. He cut through one, quickly he picked up the dead man’s body and hoisted up against him. As the other two archers fired upon him, the dead man’s corpse absorbed the arrows. Duma quickly dropped his meat shield and lunged for the second man. His sword pierced through the man’s chest and Duma forced himself to charge forward, impaling the last archer with the bit of sword that stuck through the other man’s chest. He pressed his foot against the back of the squirming, screaming, archer pulling his sword out. Two swift cuts to their necks silenced them for good. Duma immediately took to the floor. He had just missed getting hit by the warrior’s arrows. F*ck.
Carefully he moved back towards the ladder. He kept himself low so as to avoid getting hit with an arrow. Duma managed to find a small crate of something and pulled it out into the opening area of the ladder. He wedged it in a manner so that people couldn’t simply move it as they climbed up. If they wanted to get at him, they would have to destroy the crate. Off in the distance he could hear the sounds of something hitting the cliff. Something wooden. I think that was the bridge. Well great so now he was truly stranded here on the other side of the fortress. His only hope of returning was that his two buddies could topple the bridge before nightfall. Or if he found an alternate means of crossing, like one of those secret passages he hinted at earlier. He heard another thunk, this time it was a flaming arrow. This one hit the crate. His time near the fortress battlements would be limited. Damn it.. the ladder is also made of wood. They probably kicked that aside. He thought to himself. Fortunately this small elevated section of fortress wasn’t too far away from the ground. He could probably jump down without injury, but it would take time for him to get up from off the floor and by then he would probably be poked full of holes. Well this is excellent. The sarcastic voice in his head spoke.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Jun 5, 2015 10:30:36 GMT -6
Ravvus moved to the aperture on the tower's roof. He placed his hands on the wooden floor, finding a secure grip in the opening. Crouching, he eased one leg down, and then allowed the other to follow. A slight jolt shot through his arms, as the majority of his weight fell beneath him. The blond mage glanced downwards at the next floor of the tower. The distance was fair, the mage would have to roll or land on all fours if he wished to avoid injury. He let go. His feet hit the floor first, followed by his hands. To finish, Ravvus rolled forward, reducing some of his momentum. Ravvus stood up, shaking off the slight impact from his landing. Easy enough. Carmichal called from the bottom floor of the tower. Ravvus was on his way.
Descending the stairs, the mage saw a gory sight before him. Three bandits, at least, were painting the floor in pools of their own blood. Ravvus spied a heavy-breathing Carmichal, stained red, hacking away at one of the tower's supports. Very impressive. Ravvus had found a truly capable pair of fighters. He wondered if Carmichal would be up for a brawl later.
The blond mage approached his large companion. ”Let me give you a hand with that.” Ravvus split his book open, readying a pair of spells. The mage sent a newly summoned fire ball at the support on his left. He figured that they could take out the supports faster by setting them aflame. ”I suggest you stand back.” A ball of fire collided with the support Carmichal was trying to take out. It too caught on fire in a glorious blaze.
But the fires did not burn fast enough. The flames weakened the structure, sure, but the building still needed a little goading before it collapsed. Ravvus glanced at Carmichal, and then at one of the brigands. A heavy-looking hatchet was lying next to the dead man. The mage walked over to the corpse. He picked up the deceased man's axe, feeling its weight. He could hold it with one hand, but that was about it. The axe had a wooden handle, with a heavy iron head. Ravvus gripped the weapon with both hands, finding that he could swing it more easily. Or rather, he could swing it period. He lugged the heavy device over to the support Carmichal wasn't striking. With strain, he hefted the axe to his waist, his body was not familiar with using such cumbersome devices. Slowly and sloppily, the mage brought the axe back and sent it forward, biting through few inches of wood. Ravvus exhaled sharply. Between the heat from his fires and the strenuous nature of handling the axe, his body was under increasing taxation.
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Post by Duma on Jun 16, 2015 10:09:18 GMT -6
Duma waited behind the veil of smoke the burning crate provided. Off in the distance there was a large noise of something that crashed. If Duma had to guess it was the sound of the watch tower finally falling. Duma took the opportunity to kick the crate down of its perch then he jumped down himself. He rolled on the landing so as to avoid hurting himself. Good thing too, Duma avoided the arrows that were coming for him. He ignored the pain in his legs and rushed forward. He killed two more with his sword as he made his way up to the warrior. Finally, he could face the bandit boss of the fort.
He held his sword in front of him ready for the challenge. But the bandit boss had no intention of giving the swordsman a fair fight. From the hall behind him two more bandits joined their boss. These two Duma could tell were stronger then the average mook he had been fighting his way to get to. Bandit boss was intending to keep himself in the safety of his door frame ensuring that Duma had no way of getting behind him. Duma cursed as the bandit boss readied another one of his arrows. The other two charged at him, one carried an axe the other a sword. The sky above was now a shade of purple and growing darker. The only thing left lightning the area around them is torch light. Duma was tired, but he had enough in him to finish this fight. He dodged and parried the axe and sword respectively. He was then forced to move out the way of the warriors arrow.
"Damn it!" He yelled.
The two goons came at him again. By now his companions had finally joined him and provided a bit of a distraction for the warrior. Duma shook off the goons again and made a clear path to the warrior. He was angry but didn't show it in his face. He would show it to the warrior with his blade. He was sick and tired of this whole job and just wanted it to end. The warrior launched another arrow Duma deflected it with his sword. Enough!
He couldn't slash at the warrior due to the fact the man was still in the door frame. A slash would hit the wall more then the warrior, so he was forced to lunge. The warrior smirked and dodged with some ease. The with the limited space he side steped and avoided Duma's straight forward lunge. He grabbed his axe, then suddenly pain. Duma didn't get up from his lunge like the warrior thought instead he got on one knee and quickly slashed up. The warrior had a nice deep cut in his chest. Duma quickly jumped back to avoid the swing. The warrior was mad now. Mad enough to step out of the door frame and charge at Duma with his large steel a axe. A twisted smirk appeared on the swordsman face.
He waited for the right moment. The warrior got close, Duma rolled out the way of hi is axe swing. And was now behind the warrior. He took the opportunity to back flip and position himself then quickly lunge forward. He gave the man what appeared to be one slash to the warrior. He emerged on the other side unscathed. For a moment it looked like the warrior didn't revive any injury. He smirked and suddenly spewed out blood. Three distinct blood laden cuts emerged on his person in a v shape. One slash diagnoly down his right shoulder, down to his gut, then back up to his right shoulder. The man fell over a bloody corpse that gurgled it's last. Duma just stood there motionless with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes to find that his companions had dispatched of the other two. That's it. The job was over.
He quickly cleaned his blade then returned it to it's seath. He was pale and clammy. His skills managed to take a lot out of him each time he used it. But if he didn't use it then he would not get better at controlling the after effects of it. At least this time he was able to keep himself standing up.
Rather then make the dangerous journey back to town in the dead of night the three of them opted to camp out in the ruins of the bandit encampment until morning. That way they can spend some time looting the place and searching for items to be returned to the village. By morning the three of them would be back in town sharing a drink.
[Duma thread exit] -- Feel free to write up any other conclusions you want. But Duma is done here.
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