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Post by James Mercer on Jul 21, 2013 20:02:04 GMT -6
James walked up to a village and knocked on the door an old man answered the door " please leave here we don't want any trouble " said the old man " please I mean you no harm I'm just looking for a place to hide from the storm can you let me in? " the old man shook his head "Im sorry but we are having problems of our own with bandits and odd creatures attacking our village ah you are armed to fight how about a trade you take care of our problems and we will let you in and you will be compensated " the old man offers out a hand and James shakes it " you got yourself a deal I'll return once I have dealt with the problems " so James left the village for the bandit camp.
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 10, 2013 8:12:06 GMT -6
Torman trugged through the snow. The cold was beginning to get to him. He needed to find a place to stay before he froze to death. He continued to wander. Torman was just about to give up and go build a shelter when he saw a light flickering through the snow. It was weak but was there, and not too far. He walked towards the light. It was attached to a wall of what seemed to be an inn, judging from its size. He opened the door and walked through, shaking off the snow in the process. Torman walked over to the bar, sat down, and set his head down on the wood below him. Warmth at last. The innkeeper watched him from behind the bar.
"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to get a room or something," he asked. Torman looked up at the innkeeper.
"I won't being staying the night," he told the innkeeper, "I'll leave when the storm passes. But if you have work, then I'll gladly do that."
The innkeeper stared quizzingly at Torman. The innkeeper shrugged.
"Well, our town has been having some trouble with bandits. If you could go take care of them, then I'll give a night here for free and a hot meal. Maybe even a little gold."
Torman stood up. He looked at the innkeeper with a grin, "I best get going then. Where might this camp be?"
The innkeeper gave Torman the directions and some warmer clothing. Torman thanked the innkeeper and walked outside. He kept going, determined to stop the bandits. It had been so long since Torman had a good meal.
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 13, 2013 6:03:40 GMT -6
Torman continued through the snow, thankful for the warmer clothing. Why was Ilia so cold? He shivered a little and pressed on. Torman told himself this would all be worth it in the end. He shifted his axe in his hand, his nerves getting to him a bit. Where were these bandits?!?!
As it would turn out, he wasn't very far from them in the first place. As Torman trudged through the snow, he saw a faint light. Was he at the edge of the forest and in front of the inn again? He looked around. Trees in every direction. He looked at the fire again. The bandits camp... He'd finally arrived. He walked as quietly as he could to behind a tree closer to them to observe the camp. It was in the middle of a clearing. The snow had been cleared in a circle shape and looked like it had been done by humans. There were five bandits around the fire ring. Two of them were wielding lances, three were wielding axes. The biggest guy sitting there seemed to be the leader, as the others talked very nervously to him. This one was one that demanded respect. Torman gathered himself for the fight, then stepped into the firelight.
The bandits immediately took notice of him. One of the spearmen took up his lance and charged Torman. Pitiful Torman thought as he easily sidestepped the charging lance and brought his axe down onto the attacker's neck. One down, four to go. The second spearman was charging at him from behind. Torman quickly turned around blocked the lance point on his axe blade. He knocked the lance out of the way, charged low, and brought the axe up for a meeting with the bandit's ribs. Two down, three to go. Torman was getting up when he felt an axe stroke open up a gash on his left arm. Torman turned around, bringing his axe up, and slashed the bandit across the chest. The bandit backed up, still alive.
But not for long.
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 14, 2013 9:57:21 GMT -6
Torman watched the other, uninjured, bandit move in, while the leader hung back. The injured one sat back, nursing his wounds. The uninjured bandit ran at Torman, axe ready to slash. Torman tried to sidestep, but the bandit followed him and grazed Torman across the chest. Torman winced in pain, then glared at the attacking bandit.
"You don't have much value for your life, do you," Torman asked him angrily as he swung his axe down onto the bandits neck. Three and a half down, one and a half to go. Torman faced the injured bandit and charged him. He did a slash across the bandits chest, forming an X design on his chest.
"Looks like you've got a new tattoo," Torman said as the bandit fell to his knees and then his face, dead. The leader stood still, not moving and waiting for Torman to come to him. Torman pulled out a vulnerary and drank it to heal his wounds. He felt the gashes in his chest and arm close up and the bleeding stop.
Now if only that worked on clothes he thought, beginning to feel the cold Ilia snow on his skin. Torman approached the bandit leader. He had drawn his axe and was tensed, ready to fight. He spoke to Torman.
"Foolish young one," he said, "You may have been able to beat my men, but you'll never beat me."
"You happen to be standing in between me and a good meal and bed. Do not count on beating me," Torman responded. Then he charged the bandit leader, swinging the axe across his chest. The leader staggered back from the hit, but caught himself and returned with an slash down Torman's arm. Torman winced but stood his ground. He quickly hacked at the leader stomach, sinking the blade in and pulling it back out. The leader was quite injured now and was bleeding from his chest and stomach. He vainly tried to swing his axe at Torman, who sidestepped the swing.
"Pity. I thought you were going to be more of a challenge," Torman said. The bandit leader fell to his knees and looked up at Torman, who was lining up his axe for a chop at the leader's neck. Then he played executioner and swung the axe.
Torman staggered through the snow filled forest. The battle had taken more out of him than he thought and the wound in his arms was starting to take its toll. He didn't want to use another vulnerary, so he quickly bandaged it up. He neared the village and saw the flickering of the inn lantern. He had made it. Torman stumbled through the door and fell to the floor. The villagers gathered around him.
"Did you get them," the inn keeper asked.
"Need...vulnerary..." Torman huffed. He continued to breathe deeply and controlled to prevent blood loss. The inn keeper handed him the healing item, which he accepted gratefully. After using it, Torman pushed himself off the floor and sat down at a nearby table. The villagers followed him and waited for Torman to do something. He looked at the villagers.
"This may help answer your question," Torman said as he reached into his bag and pulled out the severed head of the bandit leader. He plopped it down on the table and laughed as the villagers backed up in surprise. The innkeeper nodded in approval.
"Well done," he said, "Looks like you've earned that meal and a stay for the night. I'll even give the best room for not losing any appendages. Thank you for helping us."
Torman smiled, "All in a day's work."
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 19, 2013 15:00:53 GMT -6
" hey you there " * walks over to torman * " nice job on that bandit camp did you happen to see this man while you where there? " * hands him the picture *
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 19, 2013 15:21:39 GMT -6
Torman took the picture from the swordsman's hand. He studied the picture. The face didn't ring a bell. He looked back at the mercenary.
"I don't believe I did. What relation do you have with this man," Torman asked.
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 19, 2013 15:49:01 GMT -6
" My uncle was everything to me one day bandits attacked our farm while i was out getting money to support the rent " Tears started to form in James's eyes as the images flashed back into his head and his hands clenched up into fist then he turned back to the fighter.
" The man in the picture is the leader of the bandits you killed and he also was the one who killed my uncle. I came here tracking him down but I got lost during a snow storm and found my way here by pure luck. "
Just then James grabbed his pendent that was around his neck and handed it to Torman. " before he died my uncle gave me this and I made a promised him I would avenge his death so thats why I asked if you had seen him "
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 19, 2013 16:58:55 GMT -6
Torman felt the seriousness of the moment that he couldn't even make a joke about seeing the bandit leader. He felt bad for the young mercenary. He stood up.
"I'm sorry about your uncle. But he has now been avenged. I apologize for failing to recognize the bandit. The heat of the moment overtook me studying the man's features," Torman said. He paused, and reached down to the head on the table. He studied, "Well I guess I know it now."
Torman smiled, hoping the joke would lift the swordsman's spirits. Torman set the head back down and watched as the man handed him the pendent around his neck. Torman looked at it, then back at the man.
"Why do you give me this?"
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 19, 2013 17:40:42 GMT -6
" Oh its just a habit people see it and ask to have a look at it "
Just then James pointed at the design on the back
" Its all about that for some reason they see it and cant stop admiring it anyway we have not formally met yet I'm James and as you can tell I'm a mercenary " * offers out a hand * "I have already told u a bit about my self so whats your story? "
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 19, 2013 18:25:18 GMT -6
Torman looked at the design. It was nice. He turned back to the man, who said his name was James. James had offered a hand. Torman smiled.
Finally a young man who knows some manners Torman thought as he shook James' hand.
"Pleasure to meet you. My name is Torman. There's not really much to tell. I've simply been wandering around in search of work after being inspired by knights in my hometown," Torman said. He paused., "If you need any more help, just ask. My axe and I are ready to fight."
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 19, 2013 18:57:47 GMT -6
James quickly put on his pendent then turned to face Torman " you seem to be an experienced fighter how about a little friendly sparing now that the snow has stopped? "
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 19, 2013 19:06:44 GMT -6
Torman grinned madly at James.
"I like the sound of that," Torman shouted, "Just as long as the innkeeper supplies vulnerarys at the end!"
Torman wrapped his arm around James and lifted him up.
"Let us begin," the Fighter shouted as he carried the Mercenary out into the snowy outside.
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 19, 2013 19:18:19 GMT -6
" heh dont go holding back now just because im young the 1st move is yours "
James swiftly drew his sword and took a defenceive stance knowing he would have to out speed Torman.
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Torman
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Post by Torman on Aug 19, 2013 19:45:30 GMT -6
Torman's grin grew wider. James is quite the confident one. Torman liked that in a man.
"So be it. Just be prepared for a fight you'll never believe," Torman bluffed. He knew he was at a disadvantage. James had the speed and the weapon advantage. Torman had to hope he could outlast the merc and land a few strong hits to win. Even in a spar, Torman was ever competitive. He loved winning.
"Here I come," Torman shouted as he charged James. He hefted his axe and brought it in a downward strike.
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Post by James Mercer on Aug 20, 2013 15:41:43 GMT -6
James quickly parried the axe away just as it was coming down. " Predictable you will have to do better than that if you want to beat me " Knowing he could not win a close range battle James quickly side stepped and tried to make some distance between the two.
" If you truly think you can win a battle on pure power alone you wont stand a chance against me. "
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