Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
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Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 17:00:42 GMT -8
Eyla waited for him to take three steps before answering with her own advancement. She crouched slightly to lower her center of gravity and put her legs to work taking two long strides to meet with her charging opponent. Closing the gap Eyla spun to her right bringing her shield, which is on her left side into contact with Fenris' own. The goal simply to throw him off balance. She was relying on her shield's placement and her armor to protect from any counter. As she spun to the right her Sword arm coiled and prepared for a thrust.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 17:08:17 GMT -8
Three steps from eight-feet was a lot of distance. She had let him get close, which was his original intention. He relied on his intuition, and experience in combat. As she turned to whirl her shield at him, his shields steel-boss met her round-shield, stopping it from marring the wood. He let her move force him back, as he stomped his right foot to regain his balance, as it became his backfoot, his left-arm lowering slightly from the change of his bodies positioning. He had been forced to turn to his right to from the force of her attack, but had turned his hips to displace the momentum of her strike and not let it overwhelm him. This however had left him open to her ensuing thrust, exposing his muscular chest. A look of dismay seemed to cross his formerly confident features....
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 17:32:51 GMT -8
Eyla's eye grew a blaze with the fight and they were locked onto Fenris' with what was undoubtedly intent to kill. Despite the act not being on her agenda, it was a feeling she couldn't help when fighting someone, exhibition or not. They had their target, his chest fully exposed and she aimed to take it. She brought her right foot forward and straightened out her sword arm to plunge it into his chest. As she did so, brought her shield up and over the blade to both hide its exact path and give her a quick defense from the front. However the trained eye would still know its path and more so that she had left both flanks open. Something she knew as well and kept her eyes locked on his as the tip of her blade made its way for his chest.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 18:05:49 GMT -8
The look of dismay that crossed his features instantly morphed into one of annoyance. She had not fallen for the ploy, though he had been wondering if he had been "over-acting" a bit. She in turn was trying to trick him back, but it would come down too who could make the most unexpected strike. Her shield was pesky in its current positioning more so for the defense it placed. His first instinct was to outright attack, but he resisted it.
He used the momentum of his rightward turn, to move his body just barely off-line of her attack, using the shields weight to hasten his turn. This caused his body to shift just off line of her thrust causing it to pass by him as he evaded with a 90 degree turn, amidst stepping backward which would position him towards her right flank. As this happened his lowering blade also "naturally" fell down from its otherwise straight positioning to catch her thrust on the outside of its guard, as if that was what had planned to do all along, the lowering arm stretching in its momentum to intercept her weapon. The middle of his blade would seek to strike the foible of her blade.
His right arm cocked-back with the turn bringing the shield back to its former positioning but with her blade now on his boss, and his own sword over her blade. He sought to close in leaning in from her right-side as he sought to bind her blade, leaning forward and stepping in from her right, raising his shield and lowering his body slightly further.
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 19:43:38 GMT -8
Immediately after his initial parry Eyla withdrew her sword and turned to face the man almost simultaneously. In the process of turning she brought her shield up and facing the man. Her stance took on a low crouch in the process and her legs were ready for quick movement. This was the best she could do, her initial ploy had failed so now she was on the defensive. The shield covered the lower part of her face and her eyes peeked over watching for the man's next move.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 20:15:10 GMT -8
Fenris had hoped she would withdraw her weapon. Using the concept of "feeling" as she withdrew her blade the change in pressure told him her next action. As she withdrew, he flicked his wrist, aligning the blade forward as he kept his arm extended. The sudden shift saw the blade reposition itself towards Eyla while it dropped during the change to move it on the inside of her guard as opposed to her right with a simple motion, timed to happen as she withdrew her sword. His shield also pressed forward, as he sought to push the rim of his shield against the right side of her own, to take advantage of the "turning" nature of their shields and force open a gap. He lunged forward his left foot shifting forward as his right leg pressed off. He would seek to open a gap in her defense by turning her shield inward and moving his blades tip to touch her throat, though stopping just short of deadly force as he blitzed forward with sudden speed, those eyes shining gold once again as he saw his opening.
(ooc note: Essentially, he repositions his sword as she respositions hers to press forward and attack simultaneously with his shield to open up her guard and thrust simultaneously from the inside of her guard.)
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 23:12:40 GMT -8
Eyla seemed to growl for a moment. She had lost. There were a few things that she could have done but alas with his skill it was clear that it would only prolong the inevitable. The fight was lost Fenris when failed to take her bait. She sighed audibly before speaking in down trodden tone, "You win it seems." Her face soften considerably and a soft smile, "First fight I've lost to anyone but the Jarl since I was sixteen."
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
Registered: May 5, 2015 12:22:19 GMT -8
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Post by Fenris on Aug 5, 2017 23:17:50 GMT -8
He had moved in decisively, gracefully even. He saw her disapointment but her own grace as he raised his blade and leaned forward. "Perhaps your words were hasty... I won't hold you too them..." he said quietly. He then leaned forward and said something else so only she would hear. He leaned away after giving her a "sheepish" smile. He moved to return the weapons to their place on the rack, after inclining his head to her and the watchers.
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Eyla Volknir
Established
Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 5, 2017 23:53:20 GMT -8
She gave him a curious look at his whispered words and respond to the man, "I am honor bound to be your betrothed Regardless of my haste, we'll speak more in private." She followed his actions depositing her weapons on the rack and whispering something unknown to others.
The crowd was silent at the outcome, save for a few who cursed at losing their bets. No one ever beats Eyla. No one. Who the hell is this guy? It was their primary collective thought.
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Jarl Abjorn Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 19
Age: 49
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -8
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Post by Jarl Abjorn Volknir on Aug 6, 2017 0:07:11 GMT -8
Abjorn was the only man who cheered, "Oh what a fight!" He looked at the bookie who took his bet and offered a sly smile and mouthed "later." He walked over to the two of them at the weapon rack as Eyla's whisper was finished and placed a each hand on their shoulders, "Quite the skill you have. You two should head back to the Hall. Discuss things. I'll keep the people busy here so take your time." He grinned one last time at them before returning to his sword.
He drew it from the wood and stepped into the square, pointed his blade to the crowd, and announced to the people, "Who cares for a bit of sport!" The runes carefully etched into the blade sparked with an orange glow and fire spread across the his blade from the hilt. "First one to take me down gets a favor, only four people at a time, please." The last word was a bit of challenge to anyone who wanted to be the fifth man.
The people cheered and the impromptu tourney keep the attention of the people and the crowd grew. Four fully armed house-gaurd entered the square ready for the sport of fighting the Jarl.
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Fenris
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Roleplay posts: 256
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Post by Fenris on Aug 6, 2017 0:20:30 GMT -8
"I suppose we shall.." he said tilting his head at her slightly. He had much to ask her concerning her motivations, but her father seemed delighted. "What have I gotten myself into?" he thought. He picked up on Abjorns cue, and decided to move towards the hall which was now empty.
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Eyla Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Age: 26
Physical Description: =====
Wavy red hair frames her sharp poignant features. Her brilliant green eyes seem to glow amongst the contrast of her fiery hair and pale skin. Her deceptively light frame is adorned well with toned muscles.
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Clothes and Equipment: http://i.imgur.com/VfV80Lc.png
The picture shows her equipment well however, if she on horseback she will (normally) have a lance. Of course she has a full helm as well. Its adorned with the same scroll work as her armor and simple crest of long blue horse hair that flows from the top of her helmet to the small of her back.
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Player's online availability : Erratically, though at least daily
Registered: Jul 14, 2017 13:19:15 GMT -8
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Post by Eyla Volknir on Aug 6, 2017 0:45:25 GMT -8
Eyla followed closely. It was rare that the hall was empty of preying eyes and careful ears and this proved an excellent opportunity to discuss things. As they entered the hall she shut and barred the doors. If someone wanted in they would have to wait for their discussions to finish.
(scene break)
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Clan Volknir
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Roleplay posts: 33
Registered: Jul 24, 2017 9:51:26 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 12, 2017 0:37:32 GMT -8
Time passed after hidden meeting between Dame and Hunter. Leaves turned to blood and vermilion.The beard of winter not yet grown, though stubble grew beyond shadow. Stranger remained as autumn fell, coming and going through the wilderness, back and forth moving like a familiar shade. He remained for the Dame, tethered try as he might to leave. Kin of mudder dwelled beyond the walls of great Volknirs-Hall, and the men and women of Osteireiff whispered with dread amidst the good spirits of their Jarl. The barrows stirred, a bale mood fell upon the lands of Ven, while banesman wandered country-side. Men spoke ill of brides groom, claiming him as ill-omen. "Who is this wight who comes from the south but knows our ways? He is no atheling, he hath no clan." they wot. "Who has stolen the Veragos hand and the Jarls good-will as if with witches wiles?" "Where does he go too and fro without moose, ram, mule, or horse?" and as some wot these things the kennings of heart festered. The kin of Volknir approved of the union, knowing there were truths unsaid by Abjorn's daughter. "Let her keep the truth between them." he said. "Any man who can tame the little shrew is worthy of her." and he told the people to speak no more evil on the son of the wilds. Twilight fell upon the fane, as falls final leaves came to fade. Vermilion cooled, as the brands of men cast their light upon the grey. Fair dame came dressed in dark-azure, armor on this night forsaken. None knew the Hunters name, only his bearing, and strange weird he seemed to bear. Before Skaald and begrudgingly priest the Hunter proclaimed his commitment, in bold action, as did she, and the song of bonding began. The runes were sang amidst the witnesses, as oaths of faith and fealty were given. The water of spring was doused upon the coupling, as they exchanged swords. The ancestral blade of Vindstomr and the barrow begotten blade of Graedring, words spoken by the hunter that were anxious but true, words spoken by dame the same. The moons gaze fell upon the couple as light of day faded as the covenant was bound before all. No ill-omen had yet to come, none yet dared. Beyond the walls of the Volknir however, the kin of bale-mudder began to tread.
(written by Fenris, edited by Nel)
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The Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: An NPC account for posting monsters and other fun creatures.
Registered: Aug 20, 2017 21:45:14 GMT -8
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 20, 2017 21:47:31 GMT -8
( Eyla Volknir Fenris Clan Volknir) The settlement was well guarded, as far as conventional armies were concerned... But what was coming was anything but conventional. A single bridge... Rickty at that... It would have held off a large force simply by cutting that. Should any group attempt to cross their. Yet the canyon its self... an unseen weakness... Grom rode astride a grey warg... Far taller than any horse, and likely faster. The Great-Troll made the beast look like a stout draft horse if not a plain mare. " Graghl!" He spoke harshly to a man like creature at his side. " Are the manlings ready?" The man like creature looked up at the scar covered troll , a snarl formed. " It is done, I do not like using this walkin meat , even if its to strike against other manlings! Why do we not just raid the fuckers ourselves?!" It demanded in a hushed tone... The odds of any sound reaching the guards above was slim, but Grom's expression hinted that the beast better shut his maw before he removed it. " Shut up and get in place... We will move soon, Send the wargs to cross once we seccure the bridge." The creature's nose twitched with an indgintant manner..before srambling off.
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Clan Volknir
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 20, 2017 22:10:49 GMT -8
Above them a lax guard observed the bridge. Only three men were forced to guard while the rest were attending the festivities deep within the settlement. One was a veteran of many battles and was set up beneath a tall wooden post carved deeply with knots and runes, a brass bell atop. The other two were young virgin warriors, while well trained they lacked experience. Fate was not smiling upon them this day as the reaper readied to take his harvest.
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The Hordes
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 20, 2017 22:17:15 GMT -8
Tower Grom motioned and the savages began their assent... ropes trailing behiend them as they crept up the canyon side.... Tenderly as one might walk their fingers up a woman's.... only to throdle her at the end..
Their lines were seccured every few yards... They edged their ways along... sevral yards away from the guards. The odds of them scanning their direct left or right were slim.. What army in their right mind would come from the canyon? The bridge was the only way to cross , surely... yet here they were.. fifty men who pledged them selves to Grom, and more importantly , to Mudder. No mad men like those that wetted their lips below as they carressed the bears of the axes... and checked spear points... No these men where friends of the dark... Solely here for their own gains...
The first's head crested the gap... He slid onto his belly... pressing flat against the ground, not looking at his target for long, staring at a man had a way to warn him after all, Soon , another five men would be in similar positions. crawling in the dark with only their tones and fingers... dragging their faces against the cold wet ground. The wind alone would mask their movements' sound , the party did more ontop of this. Bows were readied at ground level.. knocked... but not drawn. They waited...
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Clan Volknir
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 20, 2017 23:57:19 GMT -8
The young men were clearly not there in any full capacity. Both of them lost their thoughts to dreams of the feast everyone else was partaking in, or rather their thoughts were turned to not partaking in the feast. They had literally drawn the short-straws however. The veteran was a different story. Ravens and other birds were a common sight around the settlement, particularly borders. They normal raged and cawed at all times. This time however the black birds weren't around, those few that were seemed deathly silent.
The veteran grimaced. He drew his blade with practiced ease, a soft metallic ring echoed from the movement. His hand gripped the alarm's rope. He looked to the virgins, "Get your shit together you fools! We may have some company." The veteran looked around, his experienced but apprehensive gaze fell upon his surroundings.
The young men shifted slightly and looked across the bridge. Seeing nothing one let out an irritated, "Nothing's there old-man. You're becoming addled in your age."
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The Hordes
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 21, 2017 21:43:04 GMT -8
Patience , hunters knew this all to well. The six archers did not move as one man's hand moved to his sword and bell... He did not ring it. He had not seen them, their weird fared well so far...
Down below things stirred quietly... Ladders were being guided upwards by the guide ropes... six ladders were not quiet enough but it was enough to start a foot hold. The berserk first.. each twitched and shook, but remained quiet as they move up the sturdy ladders. They had been told do not attack, by Grom. Even mad men feared Grom... They were not the ancient kin of the berserker-paths which had founded the famed line of hunters and marauders, these were mad-men, who had become lost in the mire of "Norlandic-War mead" and had become addicted and corrupted by its properties. They thirsted only for violence, they lusted only for blood... They felt no fear, nor did they feel pain.
ten men on each ladder... each spaced waiting to move upwards on the archers single... What was taking those blasted string pluckers so long?! Did they not know how easy it would be to crush this puny fort?!
The archers watched the bell... not the man, all knew how staring played on a man.. waiting for the man to ease back to his seat...
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Clan Volknir
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Post by Clan Volknir on Aug 21, 2017 21:44:09 GMT -8
The veterans grip did not slacken. The grip on the rope was tight with . Something was wrong and those idiots below did nothing to ease his suspicions. His eyes continued to scan the area. He retaliated to the arrogant youth below, "Our duty is to guard the bridge, act like it you milk-sops. This is an important day for the clan and I won't see it fall to ruin because of your incompetence! Bring your fucking arms to bare and continue to look. The ravens are silent, there is something here!"
The young ones looked to one another, one mumbled, "Crazy old-fool, hell have us shooting at shadows."
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The Hordes
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Post by The Hordes on Aug 21, 2017 21:44:54 GMT -8
All six men moved as one... The man had not seen them... But spoke loud enough to have been heard... It was time... Slowly they moved arrows to their shooting hands... two a peice... There would be little time to draw from their quivers tied to their thighes...
Six arrows... Four for the man with the bell... one for each guard...
The archers loaded as quick as they had fired. and the man atop the post revived another two arrows, while the lads below would find two more for them both...
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