Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Apr 15, 2013 12:06:13 GMT -6
Arsha looked rough and grungy, as always, but none the worse for wear. She was hiding behind a large stone not far from the road. Next to her was her beast, sitting faithfully. She narrowed her eyes as she saw a small group of people beginning to come into view. She counted one... two... three... four. Four people, two merchants and two guards. One had a quiver, meaning he was likely some sort of archer, but she couldn't tell what the second one carried. They were in her blindspot, but she could still know they were there. A wagon filled with things being drawn with a horse with two people in the front seat. A man and a woman, the horse would make a nice meal.
She waited, watching like a hawk as they came closer. Her hand gripped tightly around the handle of the axe, she would go after the other mercenary first, and let her beast deal with the archer. She would kill them all and take their things, perhaps she could find some new shirt. The one she was wearing now was barely clinging on to her skin, and maybe she could find some kind of new axe. The one she has now looked as though it was about to give out, it was shoddy but it had lasted her up until now. She knew better than to doubt it now, she looked down her beast and let out a sort of grunt. Nodding her head to the right, the dog looked at her and made no noise, but she could tell it understood.
Now she just needed to wait until they got close and she would make her move...
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Apr 15, 2013 19:58:25 GMT -6
Cathal had his back against a large stone near the side of the road. Not too many people, he thought, taking in the sight of the caravan. He had been sitting in the hot sun for what seemed like forever. I can take them. His ancient looking greatsword was slung across his back. Intimidating the merchants would be easy. Just need to throw one guard into the other.
Heat could be seen like a wave across the horizon as the group slowly made it's way closer. Cathal needed the supplies bad, he had used most of what he had to trade for food last week. It had been slim pickings now that he was alone. This was probably his best chance for food that would come around for days. He readied himself for the initial charge. Being such a huge man, Cathal would have to wait for them to get in close.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Apr 17, 2013 21:58:43 GMT -6
"No, no, that's not what I meant little lady. I was comparing your beauty to the moon, not your size. Your waist is only as wide as well, one of the arrows in the quiver 'ere." She blushed, and Ichabod had no doubt it was his accent more than his words. He'd been breaking the girl down since they'd set out. She apparently disliked the smell of whiskey, and the fact that he lay down in the back of the wagon as they rode. She always stood and stared out the back. She was quite the swords-woman, and she was being paid loads more than Ichabod. Yet, the archer figured he'd get some in his own way. He closed his eyes, but sat up after only a moment. Some slight smell blew in from downwind.
In a flash, he was standing, and pulled out his bowstring. It was nearly six feet, and Ichabod had met few men who could bend it far enough to get it into working condition. He stepped out onto the step, brushing the man who owned the cart out of his way. He brought an arrow from his quiver and notched it on the string. "Stop the wagon, laddie." The man, angry at being moved so, said, "I don't bloody see anything." "Aye, but I do, and I was hired for an express purpose, was it to lay 'bout in the back a the wagon? Or to protect this pretty little wife of yers?" "Maybe you should listen Ustess." "I'd believe him were I you! That would be Minerva, the swords-woman, he'd have to thank her later. Ustess looked up at him, though Ichabod had not moved his eyes since pulling back his string. "He doesn't know what he's saying, he's drunk." Ichabod said in response, "I can't tell how many ther'are. Could be twuo, could be twuenty. Stop the wagon, and your life's more likely to last. 'Sides, I'm only a little drunk.
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Post by Valcrist on May 5, 2013 21:38:37 GMT -6
"Damnit." She spat under her breath. Something caught their attention, and now they were all looking like they were ready for a tussle. Arsha grumbled, passing a wayward glance at her beast. She was actually one of the more clever bandits of her tribe, she realized that rushing in was just a fancy way to kill yourself. When you have to overcome natural obstacles, you learn to rely on other things than just brute force. Not to say she didn't have plenty of that as well. The wagon stopped moving and the archer's bow string was taught and ready to loose an arrow at a moment's notice. That would be trouble, the surprise was lost. Archer's generally had good eyes, if she would come out now then he'd spot her and she'd get an arrow in the arm, chest, or even head. She wanted to get the drop on them for that reason, archers were nothing if they never see you coming.
She looked at her beast, it's scarred body filling her with a bit of pride. This beast has taken arrows and lived before many times, and if she could help it it would live many more times. In a burst of movement, the wolfish beast erupted from behind the stone, bounding quickly at great speeds towards the archer whilst Arsha herself burst from behind the stone shortly after and coming around to the front of the wagon where the merchants were. If she grabbed one and held them hostage, they'd be helpless.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jun 23, 2013 21:11:36 GMT -6
Ooc: The spelling mistakes in his dialogue are intentional.
A dog burst out from the brush. Great, Ichabod thought. "Get inta tha wagon!" He pulled the arrow back a little bit and loosed, it landed a few feet in front of the large woman who'd just jumped out's feet. He then jumped into the drivers seat, and dropped hos bow across his legs taking up the reins. They were quality leather, and a good measure for the stallion. He whipped the reins and yelled a large whoop. He veered the beast to the right of the dog, going off of the road and feeling a bump as he hit packed sand. The wheels slowed a bit, but the beast was willing to drag the cart around some. Minerva slid into the other half of the bench. A good forty yards from the woman Ichabod assumed to be a bandit, Ichabod halted the horse and handed the reins to Minerva.
"If I say now, you whip 'em." Ichabod stepped to the back of the wagon and lifted the flap. He drew an arrow from his quiver, and drew back the string. He shouted across the distance, "Now, I'm a lazy archer, don't much need ta be goin' around and pickin' fights. I don't share many 'honorable' men's qualms about runnin' long's it gets m' paid. So you have to decide, is loosin' your dog's life and maybe yourrs werth attackin' again?" He blew the falcons feather at the end of his arrow so that he could see it move. He liked these arrows, he wasn't glad that he'd lost one already that didn't kill anyone. The gold he was paid had better be worth firing an unnecessary arrow.
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