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Post by Butorega on Feb 7, 2014 21:04:56 GMT -6
Oh snap, thought Butorega as he flew over the railing. If you asked Butorega as a boy how he was going to die he would have never told you by being flipped over a rail. Shoot the idea of being thrown in general never crossed his mind. It was a crummy death, to say the lest. If Butorega was going to die he would rather die on the battle field not falling from a building. Butorega stretched out his arm with his axe hoping to catch hold of the rail however he was too far away. His axe never got close to the railing. Butorega fell backwards towards the ground. As he fell he let go of his axe, there was no point in holding onto it anymore. All Butorega could do was roll into a ball and prey for the best.
There was a thump and then a sharp pain. Pain thought Butorega as he opened his eyes. Pain meant that he was alive. The bandit turned to see two men underneath him along with a pile of blood. A lot of it was his blood, but some of it was the spectators. They had moved in to examine the maiden's body when she fell over. The crowd was so busy staring that they did not notice Butorega flying over the edge.
A sharp pain ran through Butorega's right arm as he pulled himself off the ground. It was busted. He could feel the breakage in his bones. His legs were a bit wobbly, but he could still move. Without wasting another moment Butorega began to move. He slammed into a shocked man and knocked him over all while holding his right arm. As he moved the crowd began to circle around him. It seemed that Butorega was about to meet his end. The villagers began to descend upon him in an angry furry. The Brigand met his end to an angry mob.
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Yunneth
Shaman
Light and darkness cannot live without each other. Those who do not understand this are dead men...
Posts: 83
Profession: Witch and Researcher
OoC Alias: The Witch of Shadows
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Post by Yunneth on Feb 8, 2014 12:56:11 GMT -6
Yunneth had been in the hiding hole preparing herself. She had been resting and even switched out her clothes since her old ones were already in rags from the fighting when all this had started. She was now wearing an attractive dress that seemed to fit magic users well. As well as a cloak and boots. This look made Yunneth seem more battle ready. While below, Yunneth had found a Nosferatu tome. It was a good tome. And a wise one to keep. Yunneth now felt prepared but the shaman wished she had some more vulneraries but it is all she had. Yunneth soon emerged from her hiding place and saw a bloody Lisa. Yunneth just stood there looking and clicked her tongue.
"Wow...you look like a wreck..."
Yunneth soon kneeled down and began to use a vulnerary on the woman.
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Victor Crowley
Mercenary
DEAD
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear
Posts: 42
Profession: Wondering Swordsman for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Snow Wolf
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Post by Victor Crowley on Feb 8, 2014 20:55:03 GMT -6
As he ran towards the target, he saw the general hunching down. Victor would sheath his sword so it didn't take up his hands. WHile being flung upwards, he would grab the nearest thing which was the General's arm. Digging his fingers into the opeing of it, he would fall towards the railing. But he would hold onto the general. With his feet on the railing and on the verge of falling, he would put his weight behind him yelling at him while pulling the general now. "If we are going to the inferno, then you will be joining us since you are condemning a few innocent men for crimes we didn't commet." Now the Mercenary would do the final jerk on the general. Reguardless if the general went over the railing or not, victor would fall over.
The crowed moved upon the brigand like a swarm of locust. Kicking was one of the lighter things that was going on down below and Victor would soon follow behind. Landing ontop of a good amount of the people, Victor rolled off the mound of bodies that now gathered at the base of the castle. Looking at where Butorega was, he would simply shake his head as he stood up knowing that he would be next to the mob. With his body throbbing from the impact, the mercenary would do his best at running from the area. His left leg began throbbing badly as he tried to run. 'Great, my leg is busted. I gotta get out of here before they turn their yes on me.' The gates were now wide open since the mob had to find a way into the court yard to begin with. Trying to run as best as he could. He was at the mouth of the gates until he felt three sharp piercing pain going through his chest. Looking down, he saw three steel arrow tips sticking out. Looking back, he saw what had happened. Three archers came running out of the castle and shot a quick volley at him. Victor would see the shocked faces upon their faces. He gripped his sword tightly as he tried to charge at them. 'If i'm going down, I'm going down fighting.' Was his last thoughts before reaching them. Upon reaching the archers, the mercenary recieved another volley of arrows. Six now in him and him gasping for air since blood was filling up his lungs. Tipping his sword at them, he would begin to strike at them killing one of the bloody buggers. But now, another sharp pain rippled through him. This time, further down his torso. Looking, he would see a Knight's lance goiong through him and then withdrew. Once the lance came out, he fell to the ground. Everything began to fade to blackness as Victor laid there a few feet away from Butorega's body, now taking his last breath. The Mercenary with Bern blood in his veins but was born in Ilia had fallen.
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