Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
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Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Sept 16, 2014 20:16:10 GMT -6
A giant hand connected with the back of Aurek's head as he lurched about, wildly swinging the broom. The blow sent the older man sprawling to the floor, lights flashing in his eyes. Confused, disoriented, and absurdly drunk, Aurek simply stayed splayed upon the floor. There was a slight taste of blood in his mouth. Probably the wound from before reopened. Blinking a few times, he tried to re-orientate himself. Opening his eyes fully, the room spun radically out of control. Closing his eyes to stop the ride didn't work. Lifting himself slightly, he was successfully able to avoid vomiting all over his person. One, two, three times he puked before he finished, each one slightly less than the preceding. The pain in his stomach was gone, but the alcohol had already run its course before he could purge it.
A ringing headache told Aurek he was in no shape to continue the fight. Also, the fact that his hands were suddenly very red lent credibility to that theory. Slightly confused, Aurek licked his hands. Yeup, it was blood. And there were splinters in his hands as well. Spitting out little bits of wood, Aurek searched for something to clean his hands on, completely ignoring the fight he had just been participating in. With nothing available, Aurek walked up to the bar and ordered a mug of beer.
Placidly, the bartender slid it down to him without question. Gently, the soldier tipped it slightly, spilling the liquid off the edge and on to his waiting hand. Resting it back carefully, Aurek vigorously rubbed his hands back and forth to clean them. It burned like hell, but it was getting the blood off, so that was good enough. Repeating this process, Aurek managed to drain about half the glass. Wiping his hands off on his cloak, he once more examined his wounds. Much better. Not needing the beer anymore, he simply chucked it away, mug and all. Right in the direction of the mountainous man.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2014 8:52:51 GMT -6
Success thought Balgoth as his shoulder slammed into the hulking man. He was sure that would be enough to knock the man off his feet. It was about time the giant fool learned a lesson. Balgoth could only believe the man went through life always the victory. Being of such large size meant that most people would fear you and avoid fighting you. Now he finally felt what it was like to be the man on the ground gasping for air. Balgoth had done a good deed today, or at least he thought.
"Oh Crap", spoke Balgoth as he saw the big man stop himself. Impossible he thought. He had placed his whole body behind that attack. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe this guy was superhuman, but somehow he stopped himself right before his head hit the counter. Either way there was only one option left for Balgoth at this moment, RETREAT! Like a dog fleeing from a fire Balgoth began to crawl on the floor as the big man lashed out his arm in an attempt to grab him. He needed space between them. He needed space if he did not want to die. The priest was going to have to come up with a different plan. Apparently this guy was immune to sneak attacks and charging moves. Maybe if he tried a aerial assault, but that would have to be a stratagem for another time. At this moment the only thing Balgoth could do was fall back and prey the other guy was drunk, less he catch up, which in truth would not be hard since Balgoht was crawling.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Sept 18, 2014 16:53:07 GMT -6
Jabal just watched as the dark-skinned man ducked his swing then slowly crawled away like a whipped dog. He cringed in annoyance and disgust. These men had been so eager to beat each other into a pulp for absolutely no identifiable reason, but the second someone of real strength, of real might, stood in their way, the simple sulked off like a couple of slobbering morons. Humans! This was the race that had won the Scouring! This was the race that had banished his people from the land! Gah, he felt like he was dealing with whelps: brash, violent, and stupid. But even the children of dragons were not so pathetic as to crawl when they were put in their place!
His children…
The dragon’s face became somber as he looked away from the drunken man on the floor. He should never have come here. These idiotic humans were only stirring up memories he’d rather forget, and after seeing these...these...these humans, the last thing he’d want to do is get drunk on ale like them. They might as well be dogs. Clearly the worst of man could be found at the bottom of a drink, and the Mountain already hated man enough as it was.
The Mountain turned to leave, upset and quickly growing more depressed, but before he could make it out the door, he felt a hard object collide with the back of his head, cracking as it fell and hit the floor.
Jabal snapped, his vision becoming flush with red. These. Ridiculous. HUMANS. Although in man form, the Mountain bellowed and roared like a dragon, then in one fell swoop tore the door tavern off of its hinges and hurled it towards the source of the beer mug, which just happened to be the old man standing at the bar.
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
Posts: 122
Profession: Santa
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Post by Aurek on Sept 22, 2014 18:58:14 GMT -6
There was a bunch of yelling and bellowing after Aurek discarded his unused liquid. He simply shrugged. It made little difference to him. Kneeling down, he adjusted his shin guards which had gone cockeyed after all the activity. This one act of self care which was highly irregular for the soldier probably was the deciding factor in his life. Air rushed over his head as a large projectile went sailing. Looking at the crash site, Aurek felt his jaw drop as he gazed upon the door of the establishment jammed into the wall on the opposite side of the room. Looking back down at his armor then at the large man by the doorway, Aurek still held his look of disbelief.
Perhaps armor care is for the best. he mused. I simply must continue this in the future. It might save me again. With a new idea planted firmly in his head that would most likely disappear with the hangover that was sure to follow the next morning, Aurek moved on to the pressing issue at hand: THAT MONSTER HAD TRIED TO KILL HIM! Outrage and alcohol flowed through him, blocking any and all fear that should have been the response to such displays of strength. Honestly, he would have been running for his life at any other time, but the drink was strong in this place, placing undue amounts of false courage in any man.
"Hey!" Aurek called to his original opponent. "Let's take this guy out together, then me and you can settle things." Not waiting for a response, Aurek grabbed a nearby stool. Taking a running start, he chucked the stool at the large man's face before taking a diving kick at his knees. Someone was going to pay dearly, dearly indeed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 19:39:52 GMT -6
Success thought Balgoth as he got to the other end of the room. He was surprised he was not caught, but at the same time so greatly happy he did not. As the priest looked up he saw the door fly across the room and lodge itself in the wall. The sight raised a few eyebrows in the room and even more surprising was the bartender actually said something.
"Here I thought I had seen everything", he spoke with disbelief. With only a glace the bartender went back to cleaning his cups. There was nothing he could do now. The door was already in his wall and calling the guards was pretty much useless. Plus he would rather not get on the bad side of a man who just tossed a door through his wall.
"Holly saint of sweet Etruria", spoke Balgoth as he looked at the hole in the wall. If he was sober all the courage in his body would have left him and he would have retreated into a corner and waited till morning, but no Balgoth was drunk. As a drunk Balgoth was obligated to do something stupid.
"Hey lets team up and take out the big guy", screamed the old man.
"Right on", screamed Balgoth as he pulled himself off the ground. It was time for the attack he had planed before. If running into him did not get the job done, then flying into him would be the next thing. Balgoth began at the other end of the building and ran at full speed. With a athletic jumped he hopped onto a nearby table and leaped into the air sending his body forward like a spear. With both legs extended Balgoth attempted to drop kick the big man to the ground. The full 280 lbs man sailed through the air as his moment darted him toward the mountain.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Oct 4, 2014 17:17:02 GMT -6
Jabal growled fiercely as he slapped the old man’s thrown stool away from his face with a massive palm, but with the wooden piece of furniture in his face, he failed to notice the man kicking at his legs. The old soldier’s flying kick connected with the distracted Mountain’s knees, knocking the distracted dragon’s feet out from under him and flopping him face first into the ground. The blow enraged Jabal more than it actually hurt him, and it also conveniently allowed the dark skinned human, who had been trying to headbutt him from behind, to come sailing right over him like a fool.
“Waa faqri!” the earth dragon spat into the floor, hammering on the wooden floorboards in anger. Humans were nothing but problems. Rude, loud, weak-willed, and infuriating. If he'd had his full power, he have turned them, and this entire bar, into smears in the dirt by now. But, wish as he would, he currently lacked the full might of hos draconic heritage, so he'd have to look for some other way to punish these fools.
Jabal looked to his left, then to his right, trying to spot something he could use to beat the teeth out of these idiots. He noticed the stool the old drunk had tossed his way. That would work. He pushed himself to his feet, and as he did so he reached out and grabbed the cracked wooden seat by its leg. Then in one swift motion, he reared up to his full height and hurled the half-broken piece of furniture back at the bearded human.
The hulking man's head swiveled on his neck, like a watching sentinel hunting for an intruder into its domain. Now for the dark skinned human. In a heaving rage, Jabal flipped a table as he searched for the far shorter man. Where was that buffoon? He kicked a second table, knocking it out of the way. Last thing he'd seen was the rat scurrying away from him after his failed headbutt earlier, and now the diminutive human had managed to slip away. Not for long.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2015 16:04:51 GMT -6
"Crap crap crap crap", spoke Balgoth repeatedly to himself as he tried to hide from the monster of a man. What in the world was he thinking getting into a bar fight with such a beast. It was the alcohol really. There was a reason his school teachers would always tell him the stuff was evil. "Stupid stupid stupid", spoke Balgoth as he tried to make it to the door. The alcohol was not only impairing his decision making, but his muscle control as well.
Before Balgoth could make it too the door something hit his leg. The numb feeling prevented him from truly feeling the pain, but one of the flipped over tables smashed it on the ground. He was sure nothing in his leg was broken, it was only a table after all, but it was effective at stopping him from moving. "By the great beyond", shouted Balgoth in frustration as he pulled his leg from under the table. As the man moved to leave everything went black as something hit him in the back of the head.
In the middle of the commotion and fighting Balgoth had offended one of the more rowdy customers. The man kept his peace for the most part, but once the big man started tearing the place apart he had enough of it. With all the chaos and confusion going on he figured it would be a good time to get some revenge. As Balgoth moved to exit the door he took his jug full of poisonous liquid and smashed it against the young man's head. The blow was so powerful that the entire glass shattered on impact. A pool of crimson blood lined the floor. Removing himself from suspicion the man tossed himself through the glass window. From the outside it seemed that he had been thrown out by the fighting and as a result he would not get arrested when the guards came looking to break up the fights.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 12, 2015 17:14:34 GMT -6
"By the great beyond!"
Vicious, preditorial eyes locked upon the fleeing barfighter as his frustrated cry reached the ears of his massive pursuer, and Jabal spotted the dark-skinned man just in time to see another patron come and smash a glass full of ale across the back of his prey's skull. The blow was so severe the the stricken idiot's body immediately went limp, and the resulting explosion of the mug left him lying in a pool of glass, alcohol, and blood on the floor. Jabal would have taken dark pleasure in seeing him wounded so, but not more than a second after the attack did the dragon see the dark-skinned man's assailant hurl himself out the nearest window in an impressive commotion. The humans were idiotic. How had the race of dragons been brought so low by these imbecilic apes?
Jabal furiously stomped over to the ragdoll that his pathetic opponent had become and wrapped one of his massive hands around the fallen man's head. With the strength of but a single arm he lifted the unconcious sack of booze off of the ground, and as he dragged the human across the floor Jabal paid little mind to the crushing strength of his grip, only to the wall that he intended the dark-skinned man's head to meet. There was no remorse in Jabal's mind as he slammed the man's weak little skull into the brick wall, nor was there pity when he did it again. As his fingers dug into his victim's scalp, the only think Jabal could think of was the butchering of his people, and how a race of soft, weak-minded, scaleless primates had scoured the legacy of a race as grand as his from this land. He still knew not how long he had slept, how long it had been since humans had started polluting his once proud kingdom with their filth, but did it matter? No! All that mattered was that it had happened, and that the blood of his entire people was on the hands of these wretched creatures.
Jabal roared, his breath rank with anger and sorrow. With both hands he hurled his human bludgeon out the same window the other man had flung himself through, then quickly stormed through the door in pursuit. The dragon was blinded by a rage that he made no effort to stop, and this hapless human had become the unfortunate object that he would release all of his negative emotions on.
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Jabal
Dragon
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Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Apr 14, 2015 15:41:09 GMT -6
Balgoth’s body had barely struck the ground before Jabal was upon him once again. Snarling and roaring, the massive man grabbed his unconscious, bloody victim by the collar of his jacket and began repeatedly ramming his stone-like fist the dark-skinned man’s face. It was a rain of ancient revenge. Every blow, each more fierce and brutal than the last, was accented by the loud crack of breaking bone, and the result was an unnervingly staccato rhythm of murder that echoed throughout the now otherwise silent street corner. Bystanders merely watched in horror as the beating continued for what seemed like forever until the collar of Balgoth’s coat was torn clean off by the force of the attack.
Face now half torn from his skull, the beaten man’s head struck the ground with a final thud, leaving the last tatters of bloodstained hempen jacket collar tight in Jabal’s hand. The dragon’s face was a contortion of inhuman fury, and as he remained crouched over Balgoth’s broken form, he looked less like the man whose form he was currently assuming and more like a massive beast ready to devour its slain prey. Indeed, Jabal had to fight the very instinct to begin devouring the dead man beneath him, which he would have most likely done if not for the impossibility of doing so in his current state.
Jabal’s breathing began to slowed as the bloodrage of his people subsided. With a flick of his wrist he tossed away the tatter of cloth he held in his hand, then rising to his full, imposing height. The ruthlessness of his attack had soaked him in Balgoth’s blood, and now standing amidst the crowd of people that had formed, he could have easily been mistaken for some massive devil that had risen from the pits of hell to wreak havoc upon the living. Onlookers continued to stare on in fear. Murmurs of confusion began to spread throughout the people, while some had even drawn whatever blade it was they kept on their person. But none made a move towards the eight foot giant.
هل تشعر بالألم لمشاهدة يتم ذبح أقربائك قبل ؟ آمل ذلك ، لأنه كان شيئا مقارنة أهوال لك حقت شعبي. (Does it hurt to watch your kin be butchered before you? I hope so, because it was nothing compared to the horrors you inflicted upon my people.)
The words, spoken in the ancient language, were laced with a fiery, dripping hate, and although none but Jabal could understand them, everyone could feel their power. Sneering, the dragon flung his arm at the crowd, splattering them with the blood of their fellow man. Many cringed and shrieked at the motion, as they were pelted with the man’s still warm lifeblood, but Jabal simply chuckled.
يمكنك بالكاد المعدة وحشية التعامل في (You can barely stomach the cruelties you so love to deal in.)
Then Jabal turned, putting half the crowd of awed and horrified humans behind him, and pushed his way through the rest. It was not hard. No one wanted to stand in front of him.
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