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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 2, 2016 19:53:59 GMT -8
 Many of the refugees and others who had been allowed into the gates of New Brimiarde were given land by its nobles. People no longer owned vast tracts of personal land in the countryside around the city, as it was being rapidly converted to farmlands to feed the city's growing population and resistance army. |
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The Lavorin
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: ?
Physical Description: The Lavorin is a great black and red dragon, at approximately twenty meters tall, fire commonly erupting from its blackened snout. Its eyes glowed red, its scales like onyx plates with sharp edges.
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
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Post by The Lavorin on Mar 2, 2016 21:14:13 GMT -8
Far off in the sky, a large black serpentine disturbance could be seen in the far distance, its tremendous wingspan visible for miles away. It let out a deafening roar, which was only quiet and distorted by the time it had reached the residents of New Brimiarde, and began to slowly circumnavigate the city's horizon.
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20 
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 2, 2016 22:10:30 GMT -8
Kazekaza stormed into the scene, his boots blasting dirt as he plowed over the gently tilled rolls of the fields, tearing the young crops asunder beneath his feet. He had arrived on the outskirts with his troops, who he ordered to the fore in attack formation. Two guards flanked him at all times. The people before him were all enemies of the state. They were going to burn for their insolent uprising. He was already looking around with a smile of glee, trying to figure out what torturous manner in which he could get rid of these rats... |
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Zagarus
Established
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: 37
Clothes and Equipment: Usually dark royal silks and robes with a cape, often in ceremonial but functional armor. Wears a gunmetal star-shaped pendant.
Registered: Feb 23, 2016 10:00:20 GMT -8
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Post by Zagarus on Mar 2, 2016 22:18:32 GMT -8
Zagarus arrives as well. Lamina Manira would be at his side, his muscular left arm still having hold of the chain that kept her captive even despite the slave crown that glowed upon her head. His own troops arrived, resulting in the beginning of a massive military buildup outside the walls of New Brimiarde.
"I have orders to go elsewhere. I must leave the girl with you here. I don't want any shenanigans, and remember, many of these people simply feel Medanese to the core. Perhaps you could convince them, that laying down their arms is for the best of the state."
He handed Kazekaza the chain to Lamina, and turned around to depart.
"I will be expecting her back."
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Kazekaza
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: ???
Registered: Feb 25, 2016 21:42:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kazekaza on Mar 2, 2016 22:23:49 GMT -8
He looked to Zagarus and took Lamina's chain with a grin of satisfaction.
"Convince them," he said with a chuckle. "Imagine that. Don't you worry, you silly boy. I can take care of this!"
He set his gaze back on the farms, and began charging mana, his frilly form illuminating with a pinkish glow. The soldiers continued their encirclement of the city, though laying a full siege would take some time.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 3, 2016 11:44:09 GMT -8
Lamina simply gazed down at the ground before her like a reanimated zombie, her emerald eyes glazed and narrowed with a complete apathy for the town and scenario around her. There was no objection to her transfer of authorities, as the glowing slave crown forced down such thoughts from surfacing.
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Post by The Council of Medan on Mar 3, 2016 12:03:31 GMT -8
Most of the outlying land was farmers. They rushed to the city walls, alarm bells ringing all throughout the countryside. Many would not make it inside the walls before the Goraian guards took over the posts there, but some definitely would have. Many were revolutionaries with hidden weapons awaiting them in the many nooks and crannies of the city, which was an eclectic mix of new and ruined buildings that could be crawling with rebels.
The few that were trapped outside tended to stay around the patrols that were already armed but unable to get into the gates. It placed pressure on the few armed rebels outside to stand their ground against increasingly bad odds, but at times when there was no where to go, fight became necessary where flight was not an option.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 21:39:55 GMT -8
 The party, consisting of Destrin, Lamina, Morgana, six troops, and Vald entered the homestead from a secret, subterranean tunnel that led from the streets of New Brimiarde. Outside every exit are Goraian troops, including Warden Sherwood. Behind them, following them through the tunnel, is Wedge and two Goraian soldiers. (Thread hop.) |
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 21:59:44 GMT -8
Morgana places her finger to her lips as Vald begins to speak, clasping a hand over his mouth. She nods slowly, indicating she understands that he's not here as an enemy, then gestures to the two windows, the very backs of Goraian helms able to made out from their angle. To the left, there ring more Goraian voices -- Morgana estimates about five -- and in front of the house, three.
She crawls up beside Lamina and asks, whispering in her ear in a near-silent hiss, "Do you think you could take out that guard before the right window without making any noise? It should be a simple matter of slitting his throat before he can call out...and, of course, opening the window silently enough that nobody will hear you."
Morgana knows that the Champion, venerated by the Hunt, can do just about anything, but she figures she should ask, just to be polite. This is the Champion she's talking to, after all. She deserves the utmost respect.
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 4, 2016 22:20:14 GMT -8
The Goraians could be heard chattering outside. The ones outside the rickety old farmhouse windows were potentially close enough to strike, but doing such would require an awkward reach forward that would make too much noise.
"And it was an excellent harvest, they must have had about twenty pumpkins."
"All that went under their noses?"
"Yeah. They're all in Mazorana now. Neat little thing I heard."
"Hmm. I wonder if there's any food in this cottage..."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Mar 4, 2016 22:36:29 GMT -8
Lamina's young face seemed pale with fright. Her breathing was labored and visible in her body. She shook slightly, looking to the window that was mentioned. Her emerald eyes then dashed to the front door, fixating to it unblinkingly as she inched towards the window, hesitant to open it.
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 4, 2016 22:40:25 GMT -8
Change of plans. As she listens in on the chatter and hears the men contemplating searching the cottage, Morgana and her five men move quickly but quietly to stand to either side of each entryway and sheath their spears upon their backs in favour of their short blades, which are drawn as silently as possible. Morgana herself and another stand at the doorway, and two of her men at each window. It would not be an easy fight, but if they can ambush the men, their nine to the enemy's ten to twelve should be made a bit more even. She gestures for Lamina to stand behind herself, Vald to stand behind her companion, and Destrin to stand behind one of the men guarding the left window. The group stays low enough to conceal their figures in shadow, yet poised to strike.
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 4, 2016 23:05:29 GMT -8
Destrin moved over to the window on the left. He had with him two troops to help him. There is no time to think about a plan. That there was one at all meant it was time to act. His weapon was drawn, and he stood at the ready...
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 4, 2016 23:26:21 GMT -8
Yet as they all took position, they could hear a loud voice yelling and getting nearer and nearer, loud enough to where the troops outside might hear something peculiar in the cottage.
"HALT! IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!"
Wedge booked it with his two guards and rushed up the stairs towards the cottage. The trap door had been left open, and they'd burst up from the floor and into the house.
"STOP!"
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 5, 2016 4:55:55 GMT -8
Vald follows his orders to the T, and takes up position nearby Morgana Greyspear and Lamina Manira. But it's not long before Wedge and his men come up through the stairs. "Damn," Vald curses quietly, but enough for everyone in the room to hear, but if Wedge has already yelled then the soldiers outside know they're there. "Shieldmaiden," Vald began, in the direction of Morgana Greyspear ,"If we can keep that door locked, and the windows blocked, we can outnumber this man ( Wedge) and his compatriots!" Indeed, Morgana, her men, Lamina, Destrin, and now Vald easily outnumber Wedge and his two comrades, so if the soldiers outside can be kept outside, the group should have an easy time dealing with Wedge. Wedge seems to be wearing steel plated armor, much better than the leather and iron armor of Vald, but fortunately for the Varan he is equipped with a steel waraxe: a weapon perfect for crushing through such armor, and his lighter armor may make him more agile. He doesn't want to kill Wedge, but if he can at least contain him, they can hold him hostage on their way out of the farmhouse. "Come, face me!" Vald announces his challenge, prepared to fight Wedge. He readies his waraxe and stands between Wedge and Lamina so as if to guard her. |
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Morgana Greyspear
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 26
Physical Description: A tall and stalwart woman standing at just under six feet tall, Morgana Greyspear is a daughter of the Greyspear noble family, one that was all but exterminated in the Goraian takeover. She has long, dark brown hair and pale blue eyes, a strong face, and full lips almost always turned down into a determined grimace. Her body is tight and muscular, speaking to years of training. Perhaps most notable about Morgana is the ritual scarring of her face, an ancient tradition all but dead in the modern world but still carried out by the fallen House Greyspear. The crisscrossing scars are meant to pay homage to the God of the Hunt, a sacrifice of blood in return for bountiful yields within the family's woods.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Morgana, as well as the five shield-siblings from whom she is inseperable, is nearly always dressed in a suit of steel laminar, or banded maille, the armour resonating with antimagic energy along with a Helenic helm, the open face sacrificing protection for visibility. Upon her back she wears a long billowing cape meant to hide her figure in battle, the crossed spears of House Greyspear emblazoned across the back. She carries a long leaf-bladed spear with a localised antimagic field about it, and a large round steel shield, also enchanted with antimagic wards. As a sidearm, she has a versatile and light steel shortsword. It, too, is surrounded by an antimagic field.
Outside of battle she dresses simply and utilitarian, wearing linen or leather and a pair of tough rawhide boots.
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:33:01 GMT -8
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Post by Morgana Greyspear on Mar 5, 2016 8:27:43 GMT -8
And another change of plans. As Wedge climbs up the stairs, Morgana signals her men by the windows, who stretch out of the windows and wrap their arms about the necks of the men standing outside, wrenching them through the windows (given they don't react in time) and touching the blades of their short swords to the men's throats, pressing hard enough to draw blood.
The warriors are trained well in this sort of takedown from behind, and they execute it in a fraction of a second, holding the soldiers hostage and glaring at Wedge. Meanwhile, the second troop in each window takes position to spear anyone coming through, and Morgana puts her weight against the door to keep it shut.
"Here's how this is going to work," states the Greyspear woman, "you are going to let us walk out of here unscathed, or these men die."
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Goraia
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 316
Registered: Mar 3, 2015 12:43:36 GMT -8
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Post by Goraia on Mar 5, 2016 9:20:29 GMT -8
The old farmhouse wasn't anything like newly constructed architecture featuring oiled hinges and quiet floorboards--to open the window silently was a matter of chance. Perhaps a breeze or their discussions would block out the minor creaking of the old wooden and glass pane window. However, the Goraian troops outside the window were far enough away to where such an assassination would require a dangerously far lean, one that'd threaten noise with their body weight.
If they proceeded with the plan anyways, they would surely be discovered, as the odds of them spinning around in response to the sound was very high. It simply wasn't a smooth ordeal; their backs were not exactly pressed to the windows and standing by themselves, assigned to "guard duty" and not engaged in discussion, their alertness was high.
Yet, whether they tried or not, risking discovery, Wedge's call from within the building alerted them all.
"What the..?"
They would all make for the door, save for the two guards at the windows who'd spin around and look inside.
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Wedge
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 35
Clothes and Equipment: Plate armor, including helm.
Registered: Feb 26, 2016 0:37:23 GMT -8
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Post by Wedge on Mar 5, 2016 9:27:17 GMT -8
Vald follows his orders to the T, and takes up position nearby Morgana Greyspear and Lamina Manira . But it's not long before Wedge and his men come up through the stairs. "Damn," Vald curses quietly, but enough for everyone in the room to hear, but if Wedge has already yelled then the soldiers outside know they're there. "Shieldmaiden," Vald began, in the direction of Morgana Greyspear ,"If we can keep that door locked, and the windows blocked, we can outnumber this man ( Wedge ) and his compatriots!" Indeed, Morgana, her men, Lamina, Destrin, and now Vald easily outnumber Wedge and his two comrades, so if the soldiers outside can be kept outside, the group should have an easy time dealing with Wedge. "IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR! HALT!" Wedge seems to be wearing steel plated armor, much better than the leather and iron armor of Vald, but fortunately for the Varan he is equipped with a steel waraxe: a weapon perfect for crushing through such armor, and his lighter armor may make him more agile. He doesn't want to kill Wedge, but if he can at least contain him, they can hold him hostage on their way out of the farmhouse. "Come, face me!" Vald announces his challenge, prepared to fight Wedge. He readies his waraxe and stands between Wedge and Lamina so as if to guard her. Wedge comes bursting up the stairs, two soldiers behind him, their heavy boots making quite the racket as his bastard sword is raised in his right hand. Vald had presented himself as the first opponent, and instead of stopping or relinquishing his weapon, he turned to face him. This was perceived as a threatening action, and Wedge moved in to engage. As though he too, only wished to subdue his opponent, the swipe to Vald's left clavicle from a distance where the tip of the blade might bite into flesh was a gentle one, one that could be easily stopped by the axe in the right position, but would otherwise prove dangerous. |
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Vald Jojora
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 35
Physical Description: Tall, like most Varan, at six feet, and weighing 180 lbs. He is a strong, hardy fellow, but slim and fit enough to be quite agile in battle, and not cumbersome like some may think.
He has long blonde hair, a strong demeanor, and bright blue eyes, all laid upon a face of fair skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Vald carries a steel waraxe, perfect for hacking through enemy armor; at most times he carries a shield.
Vald wears a set of reinforced leather armor, preferring speed and maneuverability over heavy armor. However, he does have iron gauntlets and iron shin-guards. Similar, underneath his leather armor is a fur brown cloak that adds to some of the durability.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 5:40:20 GMT -8
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Post by Vald Jojora on Mar 5, 2016 9:43:11 GMT -8
Wedge comes bursting up the stairs, two soldiers behind him, their heavy boots making quite the racket as his bastard sword is raised in his right hand. Vald had presented himself as the first opponent, and instead of stopping or relinquishing his weapon, he turned to face him. This was perceived as a threatening action, and Wedge moved in to engage. As though he too, only wished to subdue his opponent, the swipe to Vald's left clavicle from a distance where the tip of the blade might bite into flesh was a gentle one, one that could be easily stopped by the axe in the right position, but would otherwise prove dangerous. Wedge seemed to be maintaining his distance, as only the tip of the sword would have cut into Vald's clavicle. Vald was expecting an attack, and so he side-stepped to his right (away from the vertical attack). His next move was to rush forward, while Wedge was dealing with the recoil of the swinging bastard sword. As he rushed forward, Vald would try to use his heavier weight and larger size to wrap his arms around Wedge and tackle to cause him to fall backwards, and maybe onto his back. |
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Destrin Ray
Committed
Roleplay posts: 75
Age: 26
Physical Description: Thick dirty-blonde locks, blue eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Side-sword.
Player's online availability : Mostly evenings/nights.
Registered: Dec 27, 2014 1:36:40 GMT -8
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Post by Destrin Ray on Mar 5, 2016 9:58:35 GMT -8
The old farmhouse wasn't anything like newly constructed architecture featuring oiled hinges and quiet floorboards--to open the window silently was a matter of chance. Perhaps a breeze or their discussions would block out the minor creaking of the old wooden and glass pane window. However, the Goraian troops outside the window were far enough away to where such an assassination would require a dangerously far lean, one that'd threaten noise with their body weight. If they proceeded with the plan anyways, they would surely be discovered, as the odds of them spinning around in response to the sound was very high. It simply wasn't a smooth ordeal; their backs were not exactly pressed to the windows and standing by themselves, assigned to "guard duty" and not engaged in discussion, their alertness was high. Yet, whether they tried or not, risking discovery, Wedge's call from within the building alerted them all. "What the..?"They would all make for the door, save for the two guards at the windows who'd spin around and look inside. Battle suddenly erupted in the farmhouse. Destrin was disciplined enough not to spin around and try to engage Wedge through Ralf, who essentially stood in their way and blocked their entry for a few seconds at least. During those few seconds, he took action, subconsciously driven by the extremes of the moment; he opened the window with haste, regardless of the noise he made. The Goraians were already trying to get in. Destrin would utilize the decent reach of his rapier to try to strike the Goraian outside his window through the neck--his pointwork was superb. As their stealth had been compromised, the opportunity to take out at least one of them before they bust through the front door or windows somehow, could not be ignored. |
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