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Post by The Madness on Feb 6, 2014 11:27:27 GMT -6
Oleg kicked the large door down, swinging his sword around as he yelled, a group of five fat men yelped and went behind their chairs, their papers flying everywhere in their escape. "Hello, swines. I'm here to end this operation." Oleg continued swinging his sword, stabbing it onto the table as he stared at the scared men.
Meanwhile, the guards were beginning to focus more on Row, doing their best to pile on him.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 6, 2014 11:43:55 GMT -6
Drawing his blade Butorega cut the man down. His body was enveloped with fire as he fell to the ground. The situation was starting to get worse. Thanks to the separation they were now able to pile up on Row. Row was skilled for his age, but not skilled enough to take all of those opponents. For a moment Butorega had let himself become lost in thought. He paid the price as a spear found its way inside a gap in his armor.
"guhh", Butorega grunted as the spear dug into his flesh. The paladin responded by sending a wave of fire into the man's face. Butorega then cut the shaft of the spear leaving the blade inside his chest. Like hungry hounds the other guards moved in to take another piece out of the Paladin. "Get back", shouted Butorega as he swung his blade sending out a slash of fire. The heat of the flames caused the soldiers to fall back a bit, but Butorega knew it would not be long before they moved back in. In desperation Butorega lifted his sword and set the ceiling on fire. The act caught not only Row, but the men fighting him off guard.
"Hay what are you doing", asked a mercenary. "Hay remember you nice is in this building too", spoke another. A growing fear bean to rise in the group as Butorega started to set the building itself on fire.
In order to by some time Butorega set the ground in front of him on fire. He then sucked it up and ripped the spear tip out of his chest. Blood began to pour out like water as the wound was now completely open. Butorega then applied the last of his vulnerably to the wound closing it up before he bled out.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 6, 2014 12:32:35 GMT -6
Oleg had by now cut off the heads of most of the "merchants", only one left. He was rather young, but he probably was the fattest of all the men. "You know, I never like taking a life." Oleg had sat down onto a table, the young fat man squirming on the floor as Oleg's sword was stabbed trough his chest. "I'll give you the chance. Pull that sword off yourself, and I will let you go." Oleg took a relaxed position, watching the man try and pull the sword out of his chest... Even when the sword had sunk trough the small crack of earth in the stony floor, being rather hard to pull off.
The guards blinked at the fire, looking around as they calculated the options, most of them having been killed as they begun to gather to a corner in a defencive formation, some of them slightly lowering their weapons. Not all of them, though.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 6, 2014 13:16:59 GMT -6
Finally recovering from the blow Butorega rose from the ground. He looked around to see the guards moving into a defensive formation in the corner of the room. "Greenhorns", spoke Butorega aloud as he turned toward Row. The lad was sliced and cut, but nothing major. Row had his own potion so Butorega did not worry to much. Taking the moment Butorega pulled his halberd out of the dead man's corpse.
"Looks like there is a few of them left", spoke Row. The lad was starting to tire and the smoke from the flames was making it harder to breath.
"Row", spoke Butorega as he sheathed his blade and placed both hands on his Halbert. "Get outside and get the horses ready."
"What, but I can still fight", spoke Row.
"Row I need you to do this", spoke Butorega. "It won't be long before this whole building goes up in flames. I need the horses ready to leave as soon as possible."
"Understood", spoke Row as he rushed towards a nearby window. He first threw his weapon to break the glass and then hopped through the opening.
"OH no you don't", spoke one of the mercenaries as he moved to intercept Row. Butorega quickly dashed over to the side and cut the man down with his halberd. The extra reach gave him the advantage in the encounter.
"Your opponent is with me you slaver dogs", spoke Butorega as his eyes reflected the light from the fire. Butorega's crimson glare sent chills down the mercenaries spines. With a loud roar Butorega charged in.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 6, 2014 13:21:38 GMT -6
Oleg took a large bite on an apple that was on the table of the all dead merchants. Juicy and tender, just the way he liked apples. He stood up, pulling his sword from the corpse of the dead young slaver, and begun to walk upstairs.
Meanwhile, the mercenaries that were fighting Butorega were beginning to just simply run away from his attacks, dropping their weapons as they started yelling. "WE DIDIN' PAY FOR BEING ROASTED ALIVE! AAAREGH!" Some of the jumped out of the windows. There was quite a ruckus outside, and the bribed guards had to threaten some of the citizens to not go inside.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 6, 2014 19:18:48 GMT -6
"I think they have the right idea", spoke Butorega. "Hope Oleg finished his work". Butorega had decided that it was time to leave, but that did not mean he was done with the place. He took another swing at one of the remaining guards and then took off. As he ran he strapped the halberd back to his back and rushed towards the door. Unlike Row who was confident in his skills in jumping out window's Butorega was a lot more cautious. Time spent on the battlefield taught him better than that. At full speed Butorega rammed into the door the bribed guard was protecting. The armored brute knocked the door clean off its hinges. The wooden door knocked over the man guarding it as Butorega appeared from a pile of smoke.
"Fire", spoke the paladin as he pushed through the crowd of men. He did not want them to question why he was there, or what had happened. He swiftly pushed his way through the small crowed and whistled for his horse. From around the corner came Wallace. The black steed trotted up to his rider who was soon followed by Row.
"Good boy", spoke Butorega as he mounted his horse.
"What about Oleg", asked Row as he looked at Butorega.
"Who said anything about leaving", spoke the paladin as he began to ride his horse around the other side. The crowd was beginning to ask questions and Butorega wanted some distance between them.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 7, 2014 0:38:03 GMT -6
Oleg whistled as he reached the first floor, proceeding to suddenly rush trough the open door and outside, pushing trough the group as he searched for Butorega. He noticed him as he whistled for his horse, leaping onto it and riding towards him.
The bribed guards meanwhile kept the crowd in order, telling them that Oleg, Buto and Row were the ones to escape and would be taken to safety, and then ordering them to put out the fires.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 7, 2014 13:37:04 GMT -6
"So Oleg", spoke Butorega as he rode up to the man. "You finished your work?" Butorega waited for his response and then add a suggestion. "Personally I think we should just burn this whole place to the ground", spoke Butorega.
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Post by The Madness on Feb 7, 2014 15:08:20 GMT -6
"No. The building will have it's uses now that the taint of those animals is gone. Let the guards put it out, we are free to leave." Oleg climbed onto his horse, beginning to ride for the exit. "I have a daughter to attend to." Once he got to the exit, he began a open run away from the town.
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Post by Butorega on Feb 7, 2014 21:10:17 GMT -6
"Fine", spoke Butorega. He wanted to burn the structure to the ground, but dealing with a pissed off mob of people was not a good idea. He followed Oleg to the edge of town and took a right turn from Oleg direction. "Come on Row we need to get back to Fiery Dragon Castle who knows what trouble they have gotten themselves into while we were gone."
"Oh come on Buto they are not little children", spoke Row.
"That may be true", spoke Butorega as he sent his horse into a gallop. Row soon followed behind. "However", shouted Butorega. "We are talking about a fortress here. Who knows what problems came their way!"
Butorega exit thread
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