Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Post by Cen on Nov 3, 2015 17:18:52 GMT -6
You had to be the big man, didn't you? Had to volunteer, out of everyone to pull the cart. They would have agreed to shifts ya idiot. Instead, you gotta pull this thing through a bunch of forest without so much as a path. You have a horse. You should be scouting if anything. Because ya know, the HORSE. Cen tried his hardest not to show any strain on his face as he pulled one of the two heavy handcarts along the forest floor. The hardest part of pulling it, besides the weight that is, was having to force its wheels over the roots. Thunder clopped alongside him to Cen's left, his rein's wrapped around the young man's left wrist. If Cen didn't know better, he'd say something in the horse's eyes was laughing as its master struggled with the heavy load.
The small party moved around the pine trees slowly, and cautiously. They'd been given this job back in the fortified town. To take a wagon of supplies to something of a camp or base or something like that. Cen wasn't exactly clear on the details, all he knew was that there was a cart full of supplies and a place the cart needed to go directly north of Aurnion and left of a small stream. Also there was the fact that his companions were a green recruit and a number of men who seemed, what was a nice way to put it? Dubious at best? Maybe Cen was being too quick to judge.
It was a beautiful day. At least it was for Cen. The pine smell drifted through his nostrils, but there they battled with the scent of moisture. By merely looking to the sky you could see that it was going to rain. A massive gray sky hung over head, with thick clouds looming and growing. Cen loved the rain, he loved to feel the deluge overtake him as he hurried to find shelter. It reminded him of fall on the ranch, of the leaves changing colors and the sky filled with rain. Of riding horses with his sister through the mud, of sitting around a fire at night. If he could stand forever in the rain without catching a sickness, he'd have stood forever in a downpour, smiling and laughing. It was a bit chilly as well, and Cen appreciated it. He was in his thickest undercoat, and if it had been a hot day he'd have been sweating even more under the strain of the cart.
Cen wore his breastplate, out of a sort of paranoia. He'd heard so many stories of horrors on Elibe, and that seemed to be all there was on the island, horror stories. His pauldrons were also strapped on, and Cen neglected to acknowledge that their weight likely made the job of pulling the cart so difficult. His helm dangled from one side of Thunder's saddle, while his weapons hung in his holster of sorts on the other. If he came across some evil massive thing, he'd at least like to be prepared. As he turned the cart just enough to get around a large tangle of roots, the rider lifted his head, and saw that the band was nearing a clearing. Sun broke through the trees, but with the pace they were making, it might still lay some bit of land away. "I think we should take a quick rest as soon as we get to the clearing. Let everyone's breath catch up, then we can start again. Shouldn't be that far actually, should find a stream soon enough.
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Post by Fleur on Nov 5, 2015 8:36:32 GMT -6
OOC- Fleur's group is a fair bit of distance away from the human group. ---
It was another typical day in forest. Fleur and her small group of taguel were resting just out on the fringes of the rabbit Taguel's family warren. And while the rabbit taguel's family would welcome Fleur's new warren with open arms they agreed not to disturb the rest of the rabbit family. Fleur's group of taguel, her co-workers, consisted of one wolf taguel, a bird taguel, and a cat taguel.
The bird taguel was resting in his bird form in the trees above them. The little owl was no bigger then the average human teenager, which among taguel society was considered tiny. His transformed form which resembled a human adult sized owl was also small when compared to the rest of the giant animals that seemed to roam the lands. Though the small tribe of small owls had their use among the woods. They needed to eat less.. they competed less with others for food.. also they were one of the few taguel who hunted at night. Their breed of taguel seemed to live relatively long when compared to the other breeds out there. However the owl's size did not deter it from combat. The young owl's senses were sharp and it's ability to cast magic was unparalleled. The taguel's wings were covered with a light brown plumage with the occasional white feathers nestled in between the brown. The owl's eyes were a slight golden color with large black pupils.
The cat was another relatively "small" taguel. Only slightly taller then the average man, he had silver hair, and little lynx like ears atop his head. In human form he was short, barely reaching a height of 5' with a slightly stockier build then most cats. However this cat of the mountains was stronger then the average cat. His stockier build, thicker fur, allowed him to take hits from rival taguel or wild animals better then the more lankier cats who were mostly built for speed. However today like most cats, he was busy enjoying the warmth of the sun. With his head resting comfortably upon the rabbit's lap.
The wolf Taguel, was the power house of the group. In her youth, her pack deemed her too weak, and cast her out. She spent years on the island alone searching for the means to make a new pack. Fate seemed to draw the wolf and rabbit together along with the rest of the band of "misfit" taguel. Slowly the wolf earned the trust of the others and joined them on various jobs or hunts. She roughly about 6' 2" in human form and probably twice that in her fully transformed state. Her coat pattern was a mix of grey, black, and brown. The tufts of white fur, a symbol of her age, appear on her muzzle in her transformed state. Her human form showed signs of her age. She had crow's feet wrinkles on the ends of her eyes. And a few wrinkles along the edge of her face and neck.
Fleur herself was sitting down on the forest floor. With her back pressed against a tree and simply staring out into the woods. She could see the movements of her rabbit kin off in the distance. Her rabbit ears occasionally twitched in a few directions picking up the sounds of the wood. She did not sense any immediate danger and thus took this moment to relax. She stretched a slight bit and then closed her eyes. Moments of lull like this were rare.
Unknown to her though there was danger lurking in the woods. Three doogs were slowly stalking a few of the rabbit taguel. They were on the opposite side of the the rabbit warren and furthest away from Fleur's group. They had their sights set on a small group of foraging rabbit taguel. This small group of foragers consisted of a group of siblings, their ages ranged between 16 to 7. The doogs waited for their opportunity to strike and disrupt the harmony of the warren.
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Grimi Locura
Novice
This is why the titans keep snuggling kittens!
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Post by Grimi Locura on Nov 6, 2015 17:00:14 GMT -6
Grimi followed close behind Cen. She was excited for the trip. It was her first time going somewhere that didn't have an official name. She kept her bag close it was full of her necessities. A spare sword, a blanket, some cooking supplies, and a whole lot of melon bread. She kept silent. Cen then spoke, "I think we should take a quick rest as soon as we get to the clearing. Let everyone's breath catch up, then we can start again. Shouldn't be that far actually, should find a stream soon enough."
"Y-yes sir! I'll prepare to rest!" Grimi was the youngest of the group and the least experienced but she seemed excited for the whole trip. Grimi opened her bag and got out her blanket for sleeping. She closed her bag and laid it out like a pillow she rested her head on it with her blanket on. She was still awake she had no plans to sleep. She kept her ears open for all sounds. She eventually became quite tired and with nature's lullaby she fell asleep. Her dream was all over the place she imagined bunnies hopping around some green fields. She saw them nomming on grass and just plain looking adorable. She then saw them stand up on two legs holding weapons and they went to war. Grimi was somehow confused with her dream.
She then woke up. "W-what time is it?" she asked stretching and getting hair out of her face. She was groggy and is probably going to fall asleep again.
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Post by Fleur on Nov 8, 2015 21:09:55 GMT -6
OOC- Uh.. I've been suggested to move things along. Sorry guys. ^-^'' Note* this takes place after everyone has had a chance to rest up in the clearing. --
The three doogs found their opportunity and struck at the group of rabbit taguel with out warning. Suddenly screams filled the air as the younger Rabbits scattered through the woods and headed for the nearest bolt hole. The warning thumps rattled through the ground and suddenly every Rabbit Taguel in the vicinity went to their nearest hole. Well, almost all rabbits. A very young rabbit taguel was dashing through the woods in his human form. Fleur stood up and quickly scanned the woods for the danger.
"Aaaah!" She could hear the boy yelling. Her ears twitched in every which way trying to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. The rest of her companions were also trying to pinpoint where the boy was. Fleur could hear the footfall of the Doogs whom were chasing the boy. The boy kept running for dear life. He passed near a clearing in the woods. To those whom could see the running child he appeared to be something like a wild child. From a distance, the patches of brown fur on his body could easily be mistaken for mud or bark. The little vein lines on his face could be mistaken for scratches. Unlike Fleur's ears, this child's ears were soft and folded downwards. So they would appear to look more like a part of the boy's scruffy hair more then his hear. The boy's shorts were made of simple brown leather and hid the boy's scruffy brown tail well.
The three doogs chased the boy through the woods. Due to panic he found himself unable to transform. Eventually, the young one ducked into an alcove underneath the tree roots. He was small enough to fit and the Doogs could not get to him. So they started to dig. The child continued to scream for help hoping that maybe one of the warren could hear him. Fleur could hear him. She and her small pack of taguel were running through the woods to reach him. They hoped that they would reach him in time.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Profession: Bodyguard
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OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Nov 8, 2015 23:40:21 GMT -6
Cen grinned when the young woman called him sir. "You can call me Cen, Grimi. I aint an officer, just somebody else hired for the job. Besides, it was a suggestion, not an order." Cen continued to struggle against the cart. Each step a hard won victory as he pulled the supplies closer to the clearing. He began to sweat even harder, as he labored on, but still he didn't raise a complaint. He was a good farm boy, and a steady ranch hand, he didn't go complaining iver a little hard work. Out loud anyway. In his head he moaned and whined like a court bard whose fruit bowel had honey dew instead of cantaloupe. After only another minute or so, he had dragged the cart into the clearing, and set it down.
As some of the others truly rested, Cen allowed his muscles the r and r, stretching his arms and shoulders. He also tried to pop his back, but only succeeded in making it feel a little less horrid. He walked in small circles, swinging his shoulders across his body. Thunder watched as his rider strolled about, the horse maintaining his bemused eyes as the lime haired young man tried to relax his tense arms. A few minuted after Cen felt almost fresh, he said, "Alright everyone, ah-I think it's time we get a move on again. Let's ge-" "Aaaaagh!" Cen spun, his head snapping to the direction of the scream. Without hesitating, Cen sprinted to Thunder and leapt into his saddle, using his hand to boost his leg over the stallion's rump. Once his feet hit the stirrups, the crossbreed reared and let out a deep whinnie, kicking its front legs in the air. Not a moment after its hooves hit the grass in the clearing once more, Thunder hit a full gallop and rode off towards the sound of the scream.
As Cen rode along, he slid a javelin out of his saddle holster. Spinning it in his right hand so tht it could more easily be thrown, Cen wrapped his left hand in his reigns once more. To his horror, Cen came upon a trio of monstrous dog... things. He spied within the roots of a massive tree a small boy, a native of the island. The Cornnwellian narrowed his eyes, and kicked Thunder to keep the horses speed up. He brought the javelin back, and threw it before the monsters noticed him. It pierced the hind leg of one of the beasts. He pulled another javelin from the holster, and threw it as the beasts turned. It sailed over one of their ugly heads. As the seeming alpha leaped at Cen and Thunder, the rider wrenched the reigns to the left and the horse rode around a tree. Cen let the horse run a bit then turned it back towards the beastly canines. The horse thundered on, in justification of its namesake. Cen pulled from its place on his saddle his Lance, the finely crafted weapon glittering in the thin streams of light that streamed through the trees. As he rode past the animals again, one of them began to chase him, the one he'd hit remaining by the tree. The former squire ripped his reigns to and fro, his massive horse weaving through the trees as fast as it could go for all its turns. Cen knew not where the third of the monsters had gone, but he hoped the others would be there soon to deal with it. Or that boy can get away at least.
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Grimi Locura
Novice
This is why the titans keep snuggling kittens!
Posts: 22
Profession: Just a travelling novice. No real notable jobs.
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Post by Grimi Locura on Nov 9, 2015 12:59:35 GMT -6
She got a string of hair out of her mouth and heard the boy yelling. Grimi saw Cen jump on his horse. Grimi didn't have a horse; she couldn't really ride anything without messing up.
"It's just one of those days isn't it." Grimi made chase on foot. Eventually arriving at the field of battle to see the three huge dog things. She saw Cen she needed to provide a distraction. Fast. She removed her backpack because that's just going to get in the way and she threw it out into the field trying to attract even the smallest bit of attention. One of the dog things' attention was brought to the bag. It slowly approached it and Grimi unsheathed her sword. It caught the glare of Grimi's sword and pounced at her. Grimi was caught off guard and was pinned.
"Hmm... I think I've been in this situation before... You and your canine friends don't seem to have much originality." Grimi remarked toward the dog thing. It's weight was too much for Grimi to roll him off. Her legs were free though so she did the one thing that nobody would do in this situation. KICK DAT DOG IN DA GROIN! Her legs flung up and she got a direct hit. The dog's combination of both 'What the heck just happened' and 'ARGH! THE AGONY!' he fell off of Grimi and she rolled toward her weapon. Grimi seemed more alive. Most likely because she got some sleep and she's beating up a creature that probably no human has fought before. Grimi and the dog thing stared each other down waiting for the other to make a move.
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Post by Fleur on Nov 11, 2015 12:27:58 GMT -6
Fleur’s group could see the clearing up ahead. The doogs were busy, distracted by humans in strange attire. Fleur gave three quick hand signals to her comrades. The owl and lynx would work together to aid the girl with sunlight colored hair. The old she wolf would take care of the doog harassing the man with ivy colored hair. And Fleur herself would deal with the third doog whom was closest to the rabbit hole.
They all transformed into their larger animal selves and went to work. The owl went out first, he generated two blasts of weak wind magic in order to lure the doog into facing it. When the door turned to look at the human sized owl flying around in the sky, that's when the grey colored lynx jumped out from the woodlands and onto the beast's back. Clawing, biting, and being a general nuisance to the red creature. The owl landed a few paces away and spoke.
“Dont worry little lady. We will lend you a claw or a wing against this big red guy!” He flapped his wings and returned to the air. After a bit the hardy cat jumped off it's target and landed a few feet away. Roaring and challenging it's foe into combat. With the owl right above him joining in with a loud screech.
The older wolf jumped out of the trees and tackled its doog out of the way. She let out a howl in order to draw it's attention. And it was she who spoke to the man in green armor.
“You who bare the color of ivy. I will aid you with this kill. Do not draw your weapon upon me!” She gave a snarl before charging at her doog.
Fleur positioned herself and jumped out of the trees she shoulder slammed the third doog. Thus doog in particular was dealing with the remaining humans who decided to fight. As such it's hide was littered with tiny scratches made from their metal weapons. Quickly the rabbit turned around and delivered two hard kicks to the doog with her back legs. This was enough to have the creature whine in pain and back away for a bit.
“HUMANS WE OF THE FOREST WILL AID YOU. DO NOT HARM US!” She yelled. To ensure that each of her nearby humans heard it.
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Nov 12, 2015 15:59:56 GMT -6
The journey went slowly, which brought on almost a headache to Landrik and Keppler as the two gave a collective sigh. They promised to not interfere with the rest of the supply group and keep their own company safe, but even that was difficult. Just about every notion of moving into risky terrain was not being heeded. They didn't have enough people to cover the flanks and to pull the handcarts, the guy in charge wasn't making use of his steed, and the younger woman was incredulously lackadaisical. This wasn't walking down the roads in Ryerde or most places in Etruria... they had to be on their guard here.
As they rotated out from pulling the cart, except Berg who had the best eyes of them all, the blonde swordsman and the red-haired axeman had their hands on the T-shaped handle that jutted out forward of the center of the wagon and had the hemp straps around their shoulders to ease the pain of using just one arm to guide the damn thing up and down hills on the road that was moreso a glorified nature trail.
With Fuchs to the rear and Berg off doing his own thing, upwards in the distance the two could see Cen and Grimi speaking with each other. Cen signaled to them they were going to rest. Dietrich was extremely uneasy about resting where they did, but they couldn't just keep going without the rest of the group.
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With a bit of an agreement, Dietrich and Keppler again took up the cart since they weren't all too fatigued from before in addition to the rest they were able to get. With the clouds overhead ready to loose their rain of water, the two donned tarred ponchos over their necks and put their helmets on. It wasn't perfect, but it'd stave off illness and otherwise being soaked. Too bad it made the humid air even more dramatic as the tarred cloth didn't breathe at all - nor did their helmets.
"Say, Keppler, do you think we'll be paid on the front end once we reach the forward camp or back at town?" the swordsman asked, mostly wanting to just get some sort of conversation rolling after such long silence. His body was getting used to pulling the cart now, though he’d be surely sore tomorrow.
His old section leader replied gruffly, ”I really hopin’ not. What’n’s there ta buy at’n outpost anyways? It’d jus’ be more crap ta hump back ta tha landin’. What I’m willing ta bet’n’s that they’ll be wantin’ us ta take back-a load of them’s findings fer them an’ jus’ charge it ta tha magistrate. I can see it now.” This explanation was more than enough to get him into a huff and need to get himself a breath. Dietrich saw pretty quickly that conversation was just too difficult while tugging supplies.
Their bout of silence was interrupted once more – not by conversation but a rumbling in the ground. Looking around in bewilderment, Dietrich set the cart down to get a better listen. Scanning his head towards the front, he could hear Cen and Grimi being engaged by something. It wasn’t much time until an enormous wolf – almost like a hell hound of Ostia but not possessed by an undead spirit – was amongst the two. Almost instinctually, Dietrich stepped back and pulled his blade with a sore hand and arm. With a curse on his lips, he could feel his blade arm sluggish from the work.
”Alaaaaaaarm!” he yelled out, reaching for his bone whistle, yet the creature was already too close. He had it in his hand just out of his pocket, but went back for the hilt on his sword to bring it to defend him. The whistle dangled from an entwined lanyard that was looped on one of his coat’s buttons. The sword was there in time, but underestimated the striking force of the beast. It pounced towards him in an attempt to render himself submissive and still, but there was too much going on to allow for that. Landrik tumbled back, crashing into the half-height handcart and his sword pressed against his chest as he couldn’t use raw strength to push the wolf off of him. His free hand reached for his throwing knife on his belt, but the poncho was in the way. Something he’d remedy next time.
Keppler was quick to act as he swung his “hammer” as the guys liked to call it overhead onto the doog. The large double-headed axe glanced, yet cut well into the wolf as it pushed away from Dietrich and gave ground, growling. Dietrich dashed beside of Keppler in order for the two to work in tandem, the now bleeding beast looking for their weaknesses.
Behind it arrived Fuchs, the lanky shielded bardiche wielding soldier with a plainly handsome smile. He swung the axe/spear on a stick antagonistically towards the wolf, making it give even more ground. It seemed they were going to engage again or scare the damn thing off when a massive rabbit dashed out of the woods and shoulder slammed the creature. Within the blink of an eye it turned and delivered a heavy double-kick into the doog’s side, causing it to get even further away from the group. The din of combat seemed to increase as it continued over at the front of the column.
”HUMANS WE OF THE FOREST WILL AID YOU. DO NOT HARM US!” it roared almost disembodied as one couldn’t think of how a rabbit could form its way of speaking. For some reason it knew the common tongue of Elibe, something that didn’t even register in the minds of Dietrich and the others as the three stood, half shocked, half scared, and fully defensive.
It wasn’t with much that in the same moment, an unseen arrow whizzed through the trees by the rabbit’s head. The archer couldn’t be seen.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Nov 13, 2015 20:38:01 GMT -6
“You who bare the color of ivy. I will aid you with this kill. Do not draw your weapon upon me!”
Cen turned his head just as a massive wolf took the ginormous dog type animal beast thing in stride. Had... had a wolf just talked to him? What in the name of anything was this island? There were giant weird dog looking dog things, that Cen could deal with. Hey, there's some hellhounds here and there on Elibe, right? Makes sense. However, there were also animals who talked. Was this the world Cen lived in now? Was everything some kind of fantastical children story? Was a pine tree about to interrupt the song of a group of squirrels with a rhythmic poem? This was ridiculous.
Cen pulled hard on Thunder's reigns, directing the horse back toward the clearing. He kept the reigns taught and to the side however, and the powerful beast rapidly circled about, and headed straight back for the wolf that somehow had a feminine voice, and the dog thing that wasn't a dog at all. As Thunder began to space himself so that he wouldn't run straight over the two canines, Cen lifted his lance, holding it loose enough that it did not wiggle with every step of his horse's hooves. The lime haired rider watched as the distance between the combatants and he closed. Just before he passed, He thrust his lance into the beast's back, then pulled it back from the flesh, and threw it back in a slash. The thing roared, but Cen doubted that it would be unable to continue the fight. Turning his head, he saw that it had left the fight with the wolf and now came after him. Oh good, he could really use that rhythmic poem right about now.
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Grimi Locura
Novice
This is why the titans keep snuggling kittens!
Posts: 22
Profession: Just a travelling novice. No real notable jobs.
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Post by Grimi Locura on Nov 14, 2015 11:02:01 GMT -6
Grimi became distracted as the new creatures had shown up. Who and what were they? She watched as the Lynx creature attacked the doog and the Owl creature distracted it.
“Don't worry little lady. We will lend you a claw or a wing against this big red guy!”
"A-Alright!" Grimi responded. She gripped her sword and began to attempt to help attack defeat the creature. She brought her sword up and prepared to attack when the time comes. Eventually the doog regained it's focus on Grimi and it charged toward her. Grimi stared at the towering beast it was much larger than she was maybe she could use that to her advantage. She stood there waiting as the doog charged toward her. If her plan was late by a second it would mean trouble and just at the last second Grimi leapt to the side. She landed and bruised her leg and watched as the doog struggled to stop as it was moving quickly. Eventually it tripped from it's sheer weight and speed and rolled into a tree. Grimi stood up and put her fist in the air in victory.
"Yes!" she yelled. Then the doog got up and shook it's head. It was relentless it wanted Grimi dead. It charged toward her again. Grimi looked at the doog a couple seconds too late. She was tackled and her sword arm was bitten into. Grimi screamed in pain. This is was not the most comfortable position to be in. She grabbed her sword with her other arm and began to bash the hilt into the doog's right eye. The pain was strong but Grimi tried to keep in there. She doog was just tightening it's grip on her arm. This might just be the end. Grimi needed help. Fast.
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Post by Fleur on Nov 14, 2015 22:47:07 GMT -6
The Doog Hound went ahead and launched itself towards the yellow haired girl, it sunk it's fangs into her shoulder. The lynx upset that the Doog hound ignored his roar and threats. Charged forward and tackled the Doog off of the maiden. The owl used fire on the doog's face in order to momentarily blind it. As the Doog shook it's head to try and shake off the remains of the ashes, the lynx jumped on it's back once more. try and cripple the Doog's back leg by clawing and biting. The lynx jumped back off and the owl cast another spell. This time it was a thunder spell in order to stun the doog.
The old she-wolf that was helping Cen was busy dealing with her Red Doog. The young cavalier readied his horse and charged towards the large red Doog hound and jabbed his lance into the monster's thigh. The she would appreciated this gesture as it provided her some support. The red Doog hound winced in pain. This little distraction was enough for the experienced she-wolf. She ducked her head down so her head and most of her mane was under the red hound. She pushed against the creature with her might and force the doog back on it's hind legs. The red doog buckled under it's own weight and landed on it's back. This gave the wolf an opportunity to jump onto the doog hound and attempt a neck bite. But the Doog managed to knock her off before she could bite and get back up. It managed to maneuver itself and charge after Cen and it's horse. The she wolf chased after the creature determined to end the fight.
The rabbit's ears twitched for a moment. She pulled her head back just as an Arrow whirred past her head. It landed on the bark of tree along side her. The rabbit was annoyed at this action. These humans had seen her as a threat. Even after she just told them not to attack her. If this were another situation.. if she didn't have her duty to protect the young rabbit.. she would have attacked these humans right back.
"I AM NOT A THREAT!" She spoke again.
The Doog hound whom had been pushed back by the rabbit and the small group of humans jumped out of the clearing and back into the woods. The hound was the alpha of the pack, it was the biggest, strongest, and more intelligent between the three doogs. It used the trees and shrubs as cover and made it's way forwards. From another angle it jumped forward and bit the arm of the man with the large axe. It dragged the man several feet across the ground before tossing him aside. It then ran back into the woods.
Fleur took advantage of the momentary distraction. She thumped lightly with her back leg. The rabbit taguel that was hiding among the roots quickly came out of his hole. Fleur scooped him up into her paw and put him up on her back. She was "rescuing" the boy. The Doog Hound managed to find the archer among the woods and forced him out into the open. The young rabbit-human taguel hung on to the large bunny for dear life.
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Nov 19, 2015 16:28:24 GMT -6
Being in poor terrain for such a fight, the three were bunched together the best they could to fend off any sort of attack. Against their better judgement, each pass spread them out a little further as they tried to swipe at the creature as it passed. In a split second it lunged straight for Keppler and got a strong bite on his arm, which made his hand drop his axe out of his control. The doog's eyes were almost completely black and the muscles on its head flexed as its jaws were tightly gripped into his punctured flesh. With his instinct kicking in, Keppler bashed the rim of his shield into the side of the beast's maw. It wasn't without effect, as it bruised and bloodied the doog's face. However, it did not much more than annoy the beast as it flung him away into a small rock outcropping. "Ah, damn! Me arm! I need me axe, damn it! I'll kill that mangy dog!" Keppler cried out in anger, doing his best to ignore his wound and continue fighting.
Landrik could see he wasn't in good shape. Regardless, he wouldn't let his shipmate go without his weapon. Scooping up his axe, he laid it down next to him. "Fuchs, check his arm. Patch it up if need be. We can't have him bleeding out during combat. I'll take care of the doog." he commanded, the insurmountable task he signed himself up for pulling at his gut with dread. It took another look to where the beast was heading to dispel all of that. He saw Berg's head popping out from behind a rise on the hill. "Damn it, Berg's all alone out there. Defend him!" Landrik shouted with worry as he stepped off.
Keppler immediately pleaded, "Fuchs, I'll be alright! Go help Berg! I've got my shie-agggh!", but they all knew he couldn't be left here as he was. His wounds shot pain up his arm which he could barely handle. His hand felt useless and numb and his head was starting to nod from the blood loss. It was with great speed that Landrik chased up the hill in a fruitless pursuit. He knew he couldn't keep up with it, but he at least needed to help Berg.
Berg found himself in a good engagement area, but feared for his comrades. They were too far away for him to be a reliable shot. He could tell his first arrow was off the mark. Even so, it made it scurry away towards an uprooted fallen tree. He heard some sort of unearthly shout, but couldn't clearly make it out. With his eyes off of one of the beasts, he saw another rush up towards him. It had blood and cuts all over it, but was still in a primal fury. The massive size caught him off-guard. He knew it would have no trouble reaching him.
Counting on his good aim, Berg drew two arrows. He nudged the razor sharp end of one into the rocky soil and the other knocked into his bowstring. He took his time to anticipate where the doog would move before shooting and despite the clever attempts to trick his eye, the first arrow rung true through the air. With a whizz and a surgically clean entry, the arrow found itself struck into the beast's shoulder. He could tell it damaged his tendon as it made the doog limp immediately, but wasn't the lung shot he was aiming for.
Yet even with the crippling arrow, the beast charged on with a certain bloodlust. It's as if its honor was on the line and would prefer death after all the fighting it was doing to close the distance. By the time the bearded bowman knocked his other arrow, the large doog was upon him. A massive jaw came close to getting his ankle, but he was already out of the way. Jumping from his mound, Berg quickly let loose the arrow that struck his chest, yet to no effect. He would surely be chased down and mauled if he couldn't get back to his comrades. In anticipation, he drew his knife as he ran the best his tubby belly would allow. Thankfully the crippling shot aided him.
Down the hill on the path, Fuchs looked over and saw a frightened child upon the rabbit's back. There was something going on that he couldn't understand, but he had to trust that the rabbit would not attack them while he was doing what he could to mend Keppler's wounds. In silence, he prayed and worked.
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Post by Fleur on Nov 20, 2015 13:53:18 GMT -6
The owl and the lynx continued to work their tag team tactics against their own doog. Slowly pushing it back out towards the forest until eventually the weary red animal couldn’t fight anymore. It let out a howl to signal to the others that it was retreating then it jumped back into the wilds. With the present danger gone, the lynx and owl gave a light roar and hoot.
The older she-wolf heard the cry of it’s enemy's companion and had a bit of a grin on her wild face. It seemed to increase her drive to chase down her remaining doog hound. She found herself running a bit faster then normal and eventually reached at her prey’s legs. She locked one of the red hound’s back paws into her jaws and gave it a shake. The creature stopped chasing down the green clad man, and let out a loud yelp. There was a savagery to the she-wolf that wasn’t there before. As she eventually managed to let go of the doog’s leg and mow it down into the woods. She succeeded in getting the throat bite she wanted prior and put an end to the beast once and for all. The wolf happy with it’s kill let out a victory howl.
Fleur watched as the large red Doogs went ahead and charged through the humans. There was a familiar scent of blood in the air as the humans were bitten and tossed around. Fleur shook her head lightly. Amid the chaos and combat she could hear the victory cries of her comrades. Then she could hear their footfalls and wingbeat. They were coming to converge upon the last remaining doog who seemed to have been injured by the archer’s arrow. But the alpha Doog was not simply about to back down, it had it’s sights set upon one of the humans. A human that was on the ground aiding another human. Fleur got up on her hind legs and shifted into her human like body. The boy, familiar with the pattern, moved along with the shifting body, in order to continue being on her back. However, he was now hidden away by Fleur’s long plush hair.
Fleur readied a bolt of lightning from her hands and fired it at the doog. It hit it’s mark as the doog stopped in its tracks. Stunned by the sudden burst of electricity hitting it’s body. The other’s now made their presence known and the doog was vastly outnumbered. Once the tremors of it’s body finally stopped the creature ran. It lept over the two humans and retreated into the forest.
“YOU COWARD!” The old she wolf yelled and chased after it.
“Wait! Mavis you crazy old khoot! You already killled one of em!” The owl spoke loudly after it before giving a bit of a nervous stop on the ground and flew after her. The lynx however took a seat at Fleur’s side. Glaring at the humans. Fleur moved her shoulder and the child gently crawled down off of the adult Rabbit’s back. He still hid behind the older rabbit taguel. He was partially covered by the ends of Fleur’s hair, clinging to one of her legs, and very carefully peeking one amber colored eye out towards the strangers.
“Humans, you may put your weapons down now. The danger has passed. Guide me your injured and I shall heal them.” Spoke in a neutral tone.
“Consider it.. gratitude. For risking your lives to save the little one.”
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Dietrich Landrik
Mercenary
GAZE AT MEIN ROLLED SLEEVES, NOOBKOPF
Posts: 81
Sacae Fame: -1
Western Isles Fame: 1
Profession: Mercenary Marine
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Profile - Journal
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Dietrich Landrik on Nov 30, 2015 15:02:17 GMT -6
Rapidly outnumbered, yet the threat passed. Having what would be enemies fighting alongside himself reminded him immediately of fighting the unholy creatures of Hargus during the siege at the City of Heroes. He knew better than to lift his sword so quickly after taking such a beating. He had no idea what powers these creatures held. Their survival depended on it.
"Avast! We will not surrender our weapons, yet we will not use them against thee unjustly. We will be on our way without harm as long as y'all guarantee the same." Dietrich spoke firmly, yet with a shaking hand he steadied with on the hilt of his blade. The creatures were enormous, yet handled the boy with humanly grace. This sort of might and mind could only be compared to the dragons of old. Perhaps they were, of some sort.
Berg was swept with nervousness as his eyes went from focusing on the other beasts to the woods where the wolf fled. That thing was unnatural, the eyes and mouth of the doog seared into his mind. He still gripped his bow, yet without an arrow knocked. He didn't want to start much of anything with these other animals.
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Keppler braced himself against the cart while Fuchs applied the vulnerary salve to the wound before bandaging it. It would require a doctor or cleric at some point to ensure it would not infect nor open freely with use. For now, Fuchs was preparing a sling with what he had. "Heh. You better not have rabies or you're as good as dead. Damn mutts ruined a good trip."
"Ah, shut it. Yer a leg-humpin' mangy dog yerse-AAAGH! Damn it all, Ahl kill ye dead if ye ain't more careful! Fer Elimine's sake, don't carry tha bandages if ye can't use 'em proper!" Keppler griped, whimpering under his breath. The bites hurt tremendously as they punctured and tore the skin as well as delve into the muscle.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Dec 7, 2015 10:49:48 GMT -6
Thunder thundered on through the thick brush as the hellhound behind he and his rider sped after the massive horse. The horse was calm, or at least as calm as you can be when chased by an abomination. He had been bred and trained for war, but nothing can prepare you when a thing of nightmares comes and bares its teeth at you. Still, if his master would but turn the reins, Thunder would whirl about onto the beast and see if his broad chest could stomp the beast with his knocking hooves in such a way that the angry dog could not continue. If the lime haired youth chose to ride on however, then Thunder would run. It was his nature.
Cen panted from his seat in the boiled leather saddle. He turned his head just enough that he could make the dog out in his periphery. By Elimine it was terrifying. He had seen some scary things. Girl's who smiled at him's fathers. Heights. Clowns. He'd never seen something that looked so damned disgusting and at the same time so in place. What he would call an unnatural anomaly did not seem to be incredibly out of place out here in the wild. As they passed under the leaves, prey and predator, Cen watched as the sunlight that crept through the pine needles above them danced across the dogs wild face, illuminating a trail of wicked slobber or a pair of fangs that would have punctured the strongest armor of any knight. Cen wasn't a knight, he was only a farmboy, his plate was sturdy but no prize piece. Still, if he could die the same as any knight, he might as well live the last moments of his wretched life the same as well.
With an abrupt tug of the reins, Thunder sped to the left, darting around a tree. Cen was preparing to wheel about, hopefully to make another pass at the horrid pursuer, but the chance never came. The great wolf that had come to his aid was entangled in a brief ball of violence with the dog that ended with the wolf as the clear victor. Cen wanted to stop and thank the wolf, which might have sounded a bit odd, Thank you so much, or should I say, 'HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.' However, there was still a battle, and that meant Cen was needed.
He sped Thunder on and the horse led him straight to the end of the fighting. One of the strange beast people was the one who finished it, with magic of all things. Cen hated Magic, it was such an outlier in combat, unpredictable, wily. However, the woman with a pair of rabbit ears, which if his adrenaline wasn't up would have garnered some massive reaction from the young rider, suggested that they let down their weapons and allow themselves to be healed. There was a bit of discussion between the group of men who'd come along on the job, but Cen wasn't about to upset the group that had just likely saved them from certain death. He slid his lance into its spot in the saddle. He quickly dismounted, and spread his arms out in a show of thanks. He'd always been good at talking, at connecting to people who others saw as odd, time to put that to the test.
"My companion speaks the truth, while we will certainly not raise them agianst you, we are in a strange land that has show itself to be hostile to us, setting our weapons aside is somethin' we cannot do. However you have my word that none in this company will attack any of you or your companions without provocation, and ah stand by mah word. If you would heal us, we would be incredibly grateful, and if you might, we are out of sorts here, directions o any information you're willing to share would be appreciated." Then Cen got on his knee and put his fist on the ground. He spread his mouth into a wide grin, noticing for the first time that the little boy was actually a rabbit much like the woman he now hid most of his features behind. "Hello little fellow, I'm glad to see you're alright. I know I wouldn't have been near as brave as you at your age."
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