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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 8, 2011 23:51:05 GMT -6
"No, I'm not," said Richter, slinging the scabbard's harness over his shoulder and fastening it to his belt. "But I'm not sure I have much time to be worrying about things like that." The Ilian adjusted his belt and picked the iron axe the redhead had given him up off the the crate he had set it down upon. He may have just acquired a shiny new sword, but he wasn't about to go experimenting with a magically imbued weapon during a prison escape. No, that just screamed bad idea.
Richter was about to respond to the axeman's offer to craft him a new armor set, awfully generous seeing as they had just met, when a dirty looking man wandering into the room.
"Wha tha-?! How da hell di-"
The rebel commander readied his axe, but his companion was quicker. Swinging his hammer, the kid struck the man and sent him staggering backwards into a wall, then turned back to Richter.
"Well, I'm going to guess we aren't in the prison area anymore. You up for getting the hell out of here?"
The pink haired Ilian nodded. That man looked nothing like an Etrurian soldier, which meant this probably wasn't the barracks, and if this wasn't the barracks, then his armor wouldn't be here. No use in standing around.
"Yes. Let's go."
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 9, 2011 7:01:34 GMT -6
Wyatt grinned when the prisoner brandished the axe. Excellent, so he could actually use it. That would make things much easier.
"Well then." He said, moving over to the door and looking up stairs. The sounds of foot steps coming from above them were obvious. Someone had heard the noise down here, and they'd likely just killed the sentry. "Sounds like more company." He muttered, moving up the steps. The foot steps seemed to stop on the other side of a door at the top of the stairs, as if they were waiting. Staying quiet, Wyatt could hear the whispers of people on the other side.
He turned to Richter and jerked his head towards the door, readying his maul. Perfect plan, he'd smash through, distract them, and then while they were surprised the other guy would jump in and give him a hand. The idea that putting his life in the hands of a total stranger might not be wise hadn't really occurred to him. He held up a hand with three fingers, slowly lowering them until at the last moment, he pressed his full force into the door, forcing it open with a crack. As he cleared into the room, he swung his maul in a large arc, giving no concern to the presence of people in this room.
Right now, his survival trumped theirs in his priority list.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 9, 2011 20:07:14 GMT -6
Richter remained stoic as he moved in behind the redhead. His hand tightened around his borrowed axe as he leaned to the side, awaiting the signal.
One. Two. Three!
The hammer wielder pushed open the door and leaped into the room, swinging his hammer and smashing it into a nearby man, who in turn was pulled off of his feet and swatted into another bystander. The two crashed into a table, smashing it in two, and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.
That was Richter's cue. With a heave, he vaulted over the redhead, using a hand to assist his leap, and landed where the two downed men had been standing prior. To his left, a dirty looking man growled in surprise and attempting to draw a knife from his coat, but was quickly halted as the pink haired Ilian cleaved his axe through the man's wrist and into his chest. But before the rouge could fall dead to the ground, Richter pulled the man's knife from his now severed hand and hurled it into a group of about five other men in the room, now alarmed and drawing their arms. The metal shard spun through the air and bit into a shoulder, forcing its owner to drop his sword as the other four men readied for battle.
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 9, 2011 20:17:14 GMT -6
Wyatt paused for a moment after his dizzying strike. Urgh, his head was still spinning, how did people do that? No way, never again. He heard the shout of pain from the right, and saw the group of four other men. They'd lost the advantage of surprise, but they'd already dropped half of their numbers, so Wyatt liked these odds.
"They don't look like soldiers to me!" He commented, swinging his maul. The men closer to him kept back, not willing to get too close to that massive weapon. He then recalled that they were technically in the wrong. They'd broken in here and started swinging weapons, probably not the best first impression to be making.
"Say, I don't suppose you'll just let us go?" he asked, looking around the room at the faces. They clearly thought him crazy, well that wasn't an unfair assumption. Then one of them noticed the blade on Richter's back.
[blue]"They took the blade! Boss'll have our hide if we lose that!"[/blue]
Wyatt sighed and looked to Richter. "Well, I tried." And then he leaped into the fray with a shout, his maul coming down into the center of them. It missed all of them, but it forced them all to scatter so they weren't grouped up anymore. Wyatt took a few nicks from their weapons, but he ignored them. He'd been through a lot worse then a few nicks and cuts lately.
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Post by Hoff on Nov 9, 2011 21:48:06 GMT -6
Hoff had been milling around looking for anyone that may be useful for information. It hadn’t been easy getting leads on what is going on in this country, and only a few had any news of Bern. He had picked up word about a local hideout where someone may know more than just the bar talk he had been hearing. Getting inside had really not been a problem - he looked right at home among the local ruffians. All it took was lying to the man outside that he had a message, and just like that he was in talking to one of the lower ranking thugs.
That man however, was of little use. The Boss was not around, but judging by the capacity of these guys he wouldn’t know anything either. Either way he decided to be patient and wait - insisting that his message was for the boss only had bought him some time.
Just as he was about to step out a loud crash in the room nearby caught his attention. He stood shoulder next to the door waiting for things to develop - another crash. His eyes darted to the door leading outside - that moment another thug saw him and drew his weapon menacing then nodded towards the room. Hoff sighed quietly to himself, but drew his sword and obeyed, leading the way trough the other door where a few awe-stricken thugs already stood.
He barely had the time to register what was happening - the wall was busted apart where the door used to be and a few men were tangling right in front. And then
“Agggh†- the blade had sunk deep into his shoulder
He stepped back clutching the wound dropping his sword on the floor. Falling back, the rest of the thugs were already moving in for the fight. As Hoff stumbled he tried to angle himself but finally lost balance, attempting break his fall with the one good arm. He cursed aloud trying to focus trough the pain and think about any escape from this crappy situation.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 9, 2011 21:49:00 GMT -6
"Their loss," quipped Richter as the the redhead shouted and ran headfirst into the group of bandits. Kid had spunk, he'd give him that. The hammer buzzed through the air, making a loud crack as it struck the stone floor and forced the armed men out of the way. The Ilian quickly scanned the four of them. They definitely weren't soldiers, but they didn't seem to be bandits either. Bandits didn't have storage rooms filled to the brim with weapons and valuables, with secret tunnels leading to Etrurian military prisons.
But the Ilian was forced to cut his thoughts short as two of the remaining three bandits approached him, having dodged away from his partner in crime. There was both anger and anxiousness in their eyes. Obviously they didn't like people barging onto their property and attacking them, but they clearly weren't sure about to dealing with two men who had already killed two of their own while injuring two more in one fell swoop. And they were right to feel that way.
One of the men stepped in, swinging his sword at Richter in a horizontal slice. The commander, however, deftly back-stepped the swipe as the other man closed in, swiping at the Ilian's face with a knife strike, which Richter ducked out of the way of. The commander raised an eyebrow in surprise. These men knew how to fight.
Undeterred by his missed blow, the swordsman stepped in again, vertically cutting at the pink haired fighter's torso, but was stopped as Richter's axe connected with edge of his sword. The knife user, however, took this as an opportunity to stab at Richter with his left hand. The Ilian shifted his stance to keep the assailant's strike from hitting his vitals, and was rewarded with a knife blade stuck into his arm. Richter winced at the pain, but pushed through it. He had endured far worse merely a couple of hours before.
The swordsman redoubled his attack, this time aiming a thrust towards the hero's head but only managing to leave a nick on the side of his face as the Ilian spun out of the way, pulling the dagger out of his arm. The man attempted to step back, having botched his lunge, but Richter was too quick. The pink haired fighter stepped inside the swordsman's guard and thrust the now bloody knife into the man's side, slipping the blade in between his ribs.
The knife fighter, now one dagger down, retreated a ways, attempting to figure out how to deal with this very formidable fighter. Richter, however, remained planted, spreading his legs slightly, and returned to a readied stance. The dagger wielder, apparently more sure of himself than he had been a second ago, then darted at Richter, ducking left and right in what looked like was an attempt to fake the Ilian out before striking. Really? What a transparent little trick.
The raggedly dressed man, brave or stupid, leaped up, knife held high. Holding his dagger in a reverse grip, he thrust downward at the pink haired warrior. But Richter would have none of it. He grabbed his opponent's arm and twisted it to the side, forcing the weapon out of the man's grip. Then, having disabled his opponent, the Ilian kicked the man in the leg, bearing him down to his knee, before finishing him off with a swift chop to the neck that severed head from shoulders.
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 9, 2011 23:25:48 GMT -6
Wyatt looked about him, Richter seemed to have things well in hand. But even so, there was one and a half capable fighters left. Wyatt felt a small trickle on his arm and glanced down. Blood, when had that happened? Oh well, no sense worrying about it now! And he was out of vulnerary, damn it!
He turned back to find a foe to engage, and the only one unscathed was a lancer. Perfect. A grin split his face as he leveled his maul, and then saw it knocked cleanly from his grasp. He stared in shock for a moment as he tried to understand what just happened. His opponent grinned, and Wyatt got a good look at the weapon. An Axe reaver...lovely. That thing was going to be a pain. He didn't want to risk using the Magma Axe here, it would draw way too much attention...but then what choice did he have...Ah!
Wyatt hopped back to dodge the lance, and discarded something from his back, that hit the ground with a loud crash. The lancer eyed him oddly, and Wyatt grabbed what he'd just dropped. As he turned with all of his bodies force behind the swing, the lancer struck. Wyatt felt the spear pierce his chest, that was a bad hit, not good. But his strength held, and the lancer soon found himself face to plate with a large sheet of unknown metal. The sound was deafening as the metal clanged against his skull, but the lancer dropped like a sack of grain after the connection.
Wyatt looked over to Richter, who had just finished off the knife fighter, and collected his weapon. "Urgh...that sucked." He muttered, moving some cloth around to at least cover the wound. "Let's get out of here before 'The Boss' comes back. I don't wanna die before I eat real food."
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Post by Hoff on Nov 10, 2011 0:10:07 GMT -6
Hoff looked up trying to get his bearings - he wasn't used to being wounded like this and, although it was just his shoulder, it was a hard hit and the blade sticking out was definitely painful. Looking up he saw the fighting wildly rage on and finally got a look at the attackers.
A man with a maul was tearing up the floor, and Hoff could see his own side loosing quickly. It stuck him odd the thugs fought on like this, but he had no time to think of other people's problems. He adjusted himself on the floor leaning back against the wall. Reaching for Vulnerary with his good arm he tried to get it out of his pack.
The pink haired man that looked extremely beat up already kept on fighting, and despite all the damage was still was able to tangle his very fast opponent. After a heavy crash to the floor he saw the other fighter crush the lancer. He had never seen fighting like that and despite all the bleeding on both sides, the outcome was now pretty clear. Seeing how they were dispatched, the men stood no chance to begin with. Hoff stopped looking for his Vulnerary and instead sat back breathing hard.
Healing himself would only put him in more danger, and might hinder his chances of talking his way out of this. The thought to turn on the fighters and attack one crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. It might not really help him gain the survivors' trust anyways, but backfire instead. Completely at a loss of what he would say, he propped himself on his elbow showing his hands, hoping that he didn't die here of all places.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 10, 2011 4:10:09 GMT -6
Richter bent down over the freshly beheaded man, checking his clothes for clues about these men's identities beyond the fact that they were some sort of bottom feeding scum. No luck. The only thing this man had in his pockets were a few loose coins, a fistful of lint, and a couple of holes.
Using the dead man's pants to wipe the blood off of his borrowed axe, Richter turned his gaze to his redheaded, who seemed to be struggling with a serious looking chest wound. Not good. He might not know this kid from Adam, but Richter wasn't about to let his new companion go dying on him, especially when said companion just busted him out of jail. True, the hammer-wielder had also almost killed him with a burning pillar of fire, but he hadn't, and right now that's what mattered.
[red]"Urgh...that sucked. Let's get out of here before 'The Boss' comes back. I don't wanna die before I eat real food."[/red]
"Give me a second," said Richter, making his way over to the second of the two men he had just downed, and began rooting through a satchel the grungy looking man had been wearing over his shoulder. This one was still breathing, albeit painfully and shallowly. From the looks of it, the pink haired Ilian had punctured a lung with that knife. Wouldn't be long before the man was dead; probably less than a minute.
After a second of searching, Richter felt something squishy in the satchel and pulled it out. Ah, a vulnerary. Just what he'd been looking for. "Y-you...**-*****...." spat the man through bloodied teeth as the pink haired man pilfered his first aid. The Ilian shook his head. "Internal bleeding too," he said, giving the vulnerary a little shake. "Your time's just about up." With that, Richter left the man to die, making his way over to the injured redhead. Sure, they had attacked these men with little real provocation, but the way Richter saw it, he was escaping from prison, and he couldn't imagine a group of dirty looking men with stockpiles of weapons and a secret tunnel leading to a military prison being up to anything good.
Putting his hand on the injured axeman's back, Richter held out the vulnerary. "Here, use it. I can't have you heaving up blood on our way out of here. Not while there's probably more armed men behind that door."
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 10, 2011 7:17:14 GMT -6
Wyatt caught the Vulnerary in his hadn, and quickly applied it to the wound. He winced as he did, these things always stung a little bit when you used themm, but it was better then bleeding out.
"Whew. Thanks Mr. Pink." He said, looking about the now bloody room. "Those guys were way to well equiiped to be just local ruffians. And something tells me with all the noise we've been making, if there were more here they'd have already come in." He finished, looking at the next door. An unmistakable chill wind came from it, did it lead outside?
"Anyway. I have no idea where I am in relation to anything else in this area. I don't suppose you'd know of a safe place, or hell even a safe direction?" He paused for a second, considering something. "Oh yeah, names Wyatt. You fight pretty good for a guy who looks like he's been beaten and starved for a week."
He looked over the corpses gathered there and scoffed. "Man oh man, what a crazy day this has been."
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Post by Hoff on Nov 10, 2011 8:49:04 GMT -6
As the fight ended Hoff remained still. They hadn’t noticed him yet, and there was a chance they might miss him in a room already filled with bleeding bodies. He remained still, quieting his heavy breathing.
One of the axe-fighters was wounded, and after a brief exchange he watched the other man take a Vulnerary from his opponent and shake it in front of him. It was a cruel gist, enough to make Hoff think carefully about his next course of action. There would be no mercy - he might as well be proactive.
"Man oh man, what a crazy day this has been."
"H..Hey, I am not with these guys" He called out, looking at the carnage, then back up at fighters. He didn’t think that would be nearly enough - his clothing just as torn and dirty as the pile of men on the floor. "That way goes out" He started, nodding towards the door.
"I don’t know how many were here. There was a man posted outside a few hours ago" He had no idea if he had come in, but it didn't matter - it was all he had to offer them right now. Sure it was not worth his life, but it was better than being caught by a stray axe as they were leaving.
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Post by Richter Abend on Nov 10, 2011 18:28:00 GMT -6
"I'll take that as a compliment" replied the pink haired Ilian, choosing to ignore the red head's not so flattering nickname as he nudged a fallen spearman with his foot. The dead man's face cratered inwards, with shards of blood soaked bone poking out from under his skin. Kid might have taken a bad hit, but he clearly knew how to fight, or at least fight well enough to smash these goons' skulls in. "Call me Richter."
"I have no idea where we are," sighed the rebel commander, his shoulders slumping under both relief and pressure. "Safest way is probably out that door, but that's not saying much." Sure, they had made it to relative safety, but relative safety was exactly that: relative. They were in the middle of an unknown base, and with the commotion they caused more men could come barreling through that door at any-
"H...hey, I am not with these guys"
The stutter of a weak sounding voice came from one of the fallen men, attracting Richter's gaze. It was the swordsman he had struck in the shoulder with the thrown knife.
"That way goes out. I don’t know how many were here. There was a man posted outside a few hours ago."
The tall Ilian walked over to the prostrated man and, lowering his own face to meet the man's, yanked on the knife that was lodged in the scoundrel's shoulder. He'd make this guy useful one way or another.
"That way might go out," said Richter, his voice now cold and threatening, "but I have no idea what's behind it." The Ilian paused, letting his words sink in. "So I have a deal for you: you lead us out of here and I'll try to keep myself from wedging my axe into your skull. That satisfactory?"
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 10, 2011 18:53:53 GMT -6
Wyatt looked at the new man, and decided to let Richter handle it. There was no guarantee that this guy was telling the truth, and he didn't trust him at all. They should have him go first, to ensure it wasn't an ambush.
And then Richter did just that. Hey wait a minute....Richter...Richter...he'd heard that name before. He seemed lost for a moment, before snapping to and looking to him.
"I could swear I've heard that name before..." He muttered. "Say, are you from...oh wait." He chuckled. "I was going to ask if you'd been near Lycia, but I've been all over Elibe in the last two years, so that wouldn't really narrow it down any!" He let a carefree smile adorn his face. Sure they might be in a horrible situation, but he wasn't six feet under, literally or figuratively, so he was good.
"Well then thief, why don't you show us the way out of here? I'm itching to get a good meal, and I think we've smashed enough bodies to a bloody mess for today." He then thought for a second. "Oh yeah, sorry if I demolished one of your friends. Things happen, ya know?"
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Post by Hoff on Nov 10, 2011 23:02:25 GMT -6
Hoff tried to disguise the hollow groan as the dagger slid out of his shoulder.
"So I have a deal for you: you lead us out of here and I'll try to keep myself from wedging my axe into your skull. That satisfactory?"
Silently he cursed but still stood as quickly as possible - maybe a bit fast, he had lost some blood. He nodded at the fighters.
Grimacing at being told to lead Hoff tried to think of anything he could do. They werent likely to give him a chance to get away anyways, so this seems was the only option. Still, better that then dead, he doubted he would have lived this long otherwise. He looked down a hallway nodding at the door at the far end.
“Past there is outside - the streets are pretty narrow with plenty of alleyways. There should be some cover, once you get away from the building that is.” He couldn’t guess what they came from, but it really looked like they would draw some attention. Looking down at the mess on the floor he he continued “I don’t see the sentry, though you made it pretty hard to recognize faces” then he added “Like I said, no friends of mine. I avoid befriending thugs who are too dumb to run away”. He thought it was damning thing to say even as he didn’t know the dead men, but he was hurting and didn’t feel like having respect for the dead. He shouldn’t be here anyways.
He walked down the narrow hall, past the few doorways, as quickly as he could walk possible. He couldn’t hear outside, but they probably wouldn’t be very loud anyways. Hoff adjusted the sword at his side, making it easy to reach with his left, good arm. He looked himself over - the bleeding seemed to have increased since the sword came out and his entire side and neck was drenched. Hopefully, its enough to stop them from attacking right away. He looked back quickly and then pulled the door open stumbling outside.
The two men up front stepped back quickly, wide eyed. Hoff groaned, mostly in disappointment, but it would probably be interpreted as only the pain. He stumbled down the steps into the man of him. He held out his lance, mostly to stop him, but it propped Hoff up. A third man stepped forward looking at him menacingly.
“Who are you? What happened in there?!” He grabbed his collar with one arm, swinging a heavy axe in the other.
Hoff tried to talk, easily looking horrified “They came out of..of nowhere!!” he coughed. His legs giving out feeling his grip choke him harder with each word. He spat louder in the bewildered man’s face “There was at least 10..there... there is NOBODY ALIVE IN THERE!”
The other two men looked at each other wide eyed "The tunnel? You think they knew?"
The axeman angrily threw Hoff aside pushing the scared lancer in front of him, charging up the steps into the building. The other man grabbed Hoff by his good shoulder following, dragging him along.
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Post by Wyatt on Nov 11, 2011 13:06:08 GMT -6
A week in the underground had to have made Wyatt completely crazy, there was no other explanation for how he'd been acting lately. He raced towards the door when he heard them moving, and jumped from the top of the steps, crashing into the man as he charged up the steps blindly. He jumped with his maul held horizontal in both hands, so the haft of it went right into the lead mans neck, choking him for a moment as he was thrown backwards. Normally, it would have been the two of them tumbling down the steps, but he was being closely followed by his companions, and the resultant collision served to knock all of them off of their feet, down the stairs, and all over the alley. Wyatt had been on the top of the dogpile, and so managed to maintain most of his senses and not get crushed. He did feel kind of bad for the guy on the bottom, he was out cold. Hoff had, thankfully for him, been thrown off to the side by the massive collision. He managed, from some miracle, to maintain his grip on the maul on his way down the steps.
Wyatt was at an advantage here. The thug's would have to get their bearings to find out what had just happened.
Wyatt, on the other hand, knew that everyone in this dogpile that wasn't him was an enemy, because Richter was still inside. He jumped off of the pile and readied his maul again, bringing it down on the pile of men. It missed, again, as they all managed to roll out of the way in their panic. Well, except for the one on the bottom who was out cold...Wyatt wasn't going to think about him. Needless to say, he was no longer a concern.
The two who had successfully rolled off went to grab their weapons, starting to recover from the surprise attack.
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