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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Nov 9, 2017 5:10:47 GMT -8
As Sir Stigs lashed out at the snake it would do likewise going for the stumpy Knight's wrist. No doubt the man's heavy armour would however prove a big impediment for it's massive fangs. Thus, it settled for trying to spare as much venom in its last moments on the man as it could, hoping it would get through the open spaces in the plate armour to do nasty things to the man's skin. Once it was dead, the snake would shrink rapidly like a sun-dryed tomato and get darker until it was the size of a pea-pod. At that point, it quickly burned away like a roll of paper, leaving no ashes behind. As the quick encounter ended, there would be temporary silence only broken every so often by a soft wind. It would once more be like the windy laugh Stigs experienced earlier except that Kazimir Jankowski would feel it too this time. As it howled past some of the trees, there was rustling of leaves, birds chirping and rodents squeaking, even an owl hooted. A lot of these natural sounds combined to make a noise that sounded as though the wind no longer just had the texture of a laugh, but the echoes of one too. As Stigs would go on to survey the well, he'd see naught in it but the depths of an ordinary well with a newt or two inside relieving themselves in fear. If he concentrated just hard enough, he'd see a skull and crossbones in the depths. The jaw of the skull was wide open and it seemed in his last moments the fallen person had heard a good joke. Yet again, the same windy laugh would arise but much louder, thicker, closer and livelier, hypnotizing almost. The laugh somehow promised you weren't worth anything, but if you bent the knee to a superior being, if you just accepted undying fealty to your TRUE betters than all would be better for your worthless hide. Moments would pass before from the forest emanated a groan of pain and a whistling noise as if someone blew air into a flute without producing a note. The sound of a clash of metal upon metal would resonate, the ringing breaking through the entrancing laugh and ending it abruptly. Now there was no more laughing, but there was a scream of pain.
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Kazimir Jankowski
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Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Nov 11, 2017 5:21:46 GMT -8
Kazimir anticipated what might become of the encounter between his stout ally, Sir Stigs, and the strange snake-like creature. Fortunately, however, it was the metal-man who came out on top, and the deceased snake withered away. Kazimir nodded at Sir Stigs; he was glad to have such a brave and courageous - if not stubborn and strange ally.
As the two peered down the well Kazimiar scoffed in annoyance. The well-witch had vanished; some vile trickery - he was not amused. It took the composure of a nobleman to subside the anger; he wanted to get to the bottom of things before anyone else got hurt and now he felt he had missed his chance.
And then came the cacophony of battle, or so he assumed. It resonated from the trees nearby. Without hesitation Kazimir made his way to the forest, encouraging Sir Stigs to come along. There came a scream of pain and the hussar-knight quickened his pace. "Come, my friend, we must hurry to see what the commotion is!"
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Nov 11, 2017 21:00:01 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoIt was Sir Stigs and the snake locked in dreadful combat, and for an eternal moment there were an infinite outcomes. After that forever, there was silence and dust. Sir rubbed his thumb into the palm of his gauntlet. He played with the bits of fading ash that were falling victim to the wind. A quiet, deep rumble, not quite a laugh, escaped his helmet. He wondered of ash and its components. If life was to ash, then could it be the other way around? Or was life simply set to one direction? The snake had broken easily enough. He could not conceive putting it back together. It would take an eon to fetch those grains of dust back. His glance turned to bones below water as a hypnosis chimed in. If Sir Stigs could not create, were there beings who could? What did they demand? Were they stronger than he, and what did that warrant? Sir Stigs' trance was obliterated by ringing. He took a wide stance as Kazimir began to make his way dashing into the forest. He respected the air of battle and conquest Kazimir had about him. Sir Stigs hesitated. He glanced to the well, then to Kazimir, back and forth. The well was the destination, yet Kazimir, his... friend... beckoned him to follow. He pondered. If only moments could be slower. Surely, he could find his way to both eventually. That is... unless wells could teleport. If snakes could, he assumed that anything was possible. Sir Stigs physically teleported ahead. With his feet. He ran.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Nov 15, 2017 17:33:16 GMT -8
The two armour clad men Sir Stigs and Kazimir Jankowski wouldn't get two meters before the laugh repeated yet again, but this time it was much closer. In fact, it sounded as though it was coming from two sources. On the one hand it was coming from the leaves and the trees, but at the same time it was going from inside their hides, vibrating their ear-drums from within. Submit...Bend the knee... You are worthless...
A few more paces would lead to a zipping of little red and pink lights past the men leading to briefly burning arrows thudding in a tree adjacent to them. A figure hopped out of the trees, sniggering to himself before spreading out his arms that held swords as if to laugh, but instead there was an ear-drum popping scream. A few clangs of steel were heard again before the figure darted at the warriors. He zig-zagged left and right in easy strides covering several metres in each one. As he did so there were little pink and blue after-images from each place. As he got closer, the sound of an arrow being let loose would be heard....
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Nov 19, 2017 15:38:22 GMT -8
Kazimir was noticeably perturbed by the ongoing phenomenons, but nevertheless kept his nerve. When the flaming arrows came raining at them he darted behind a tree and yelled "take cover, Stigs!" He peeked around the trunk and saw the sword-wielding man ahead. When he attacked Kazimir attempted to engage the opponent and moved to parry the sword coming his way.
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Nov 20, 2017 20:08:56 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoSir Stigs found it so odd that someone in his armor was talking. He had thought, all of this time, that he was the only one in there. Then again, it was quite dark. It was not the most spacious abode, but he'd known some small creatures in his travels. A quiet voice in the back of Sir's mind would wonder where his armor mate chose to lounge during his future travels. He decided not to charge any rent. Sometimes it was nice to have another voice to talk with. Even if the voice was abhorrent and attempted to deprecate his self-esteem and will. With a simple creak, he looked down at his knees. It was much too taxing to bend them so low. He decided to remain standing for the moment. Worthless? No, certainly erroneous. All matter had worth, material or not, negative or positive. Insignificant, though, why yes, but who wasn't in the grand scheme of things? Well, maybe that imaginary fellow who could conjure teleporting snakes was pretty significant. Ah, the power of thought. Further ringing, screaming, shenanigans and general cacophony interrupted his pondering. Oh, what now. A strange-looking human with swords and... blue and pink clones? Now, that was worth some attention. Sir Stigs had never learned to fear an arrow thus far, so he chose to ignore it for the moment. Rather, he noted the ability of the deranged, screaming psychopath before them charging headlong with no concern for his own health. His ability to create, we'll call them "mirrored images", placed the game of numbers into the enemy's hands. Sir Stigs would need to correct this. Kazimir had the right idea: overwhelm the strongest opponent on the battlefield. Sir Stigs would not take cover. "Not quite," he offered in rebuttal. Now, Sir wasn't sure exactly which one was the true opponent, so he decided to go for the middle ground. Following Kazimir's parry, he would have dashed forward and placed himself into a position to bear hug their blade-wielding enemy. As he wasn't sure which "mirrored image" was the true enemy, he would grab ALL of them in one fell swoop.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Nov 26, 2017 16:44:05 GMT -8
The incoming enemy would grin so wide that any wider would split his head into two. Kazimir would do well to parry the blade already smelling with nasty poisons. The strange man's blade would bounce off of Kazimir Jankowski 's weapon but then instantly swing right back down albeit from the blunt side to go for a quick nasty blow to the seemingly safe Hussar. The attack might be blunt, but it would be going at a nasty speed for some horrid bruising. However with Sir Stigs intervening it would become a two-pronged attack and he'd have to adapt. Although inhumanly fast the figure didn't have too much strength and even then didn't have time to get out of the teddy-bear-hug. So, he'd try to reciprocate the embrace except with his hand going to jam the blade into the man's visor. " Surrender!" he uttered, making the syllables come out as a squeal, hiss, and shout in that order. The man my have been initially foolish to try and fight Stigs on his own terms knowing the stumpy man would probably be deceptively strong if he wore such armour. However, what with him not going for cover he was relying on some arrows zipping at him right about now....
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Sir Stigs
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: ?
Physical Description:
4' 11" ? lbs ? Hair ? Eyes
Sir Stigs is stout, iron-clad, head to toe in full plate with nigh an inch of exposure to the outside world. A majority of visage into the walking sentinel is from his narrowly open visor. Sir Stigs sees what is around him through this slightly curved, void black slit in the front of his helmet. Even those who are keen eyed struggle to make out any sort of eyes or form through the slit. In fact, they're not entirely sure there really is one true shape within. His armor appears to be worn from battling the elements, and perhaps other, more sentient forces. A red sash is tied about his waist, intricately knotted to hold a short sword tight to his left hip. He wears the pale, golden tan sigil of what appears to be a spearhead cutting through air upon his breastplate. The logo is rounded, mostly due to Sir Stig's tree trunk of a torso. And above all, much taller than he, is the pike that skims the clouds upon his back.
Clothes and Equipment:
Much the same as his physical description, as virtually nothing is exposed to the outside world.
Registered: Sept 18, 2017 16:35:32 GMT -8
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Post by Sir Stigs on Nov 29, 2017 9:27:31 GMT -8
Tripartite Kingdom of LidwoAs Sir's fingers interlaced into an impossible lock, he thought back on the snake in the well. The creature was a short-lived yet memorable opponent. He watched in his mind's eye as it coiled and sprang forth. He remembered the twinkling, green venom that shone on the beast's fangs. It was quick, a blur even. Its speed was its power. Its bite was its weapon. Without them, the snake would be naught but a flickering tube. It'd be cute; maybe becoming something Sir Stigs would take on an adventure. Journeys were arduous and quiet. Did snakes have ears? Did they listen? In any case, it was not an opponent without its weapon. Take away its sword. Take away its speed. All it would have left would be words. Surrender, the snake said. The edge of the blade was as swift as any he'd encountered. Though, where the snake had to travel feet, Sir merely had to travel an inch. He bowed the crown of his helmet, allowing the point of the blade to glance against his metal and above the targeted visor. Sir Stigs was no biter. He did not have fangs. He was a different kind of snake. His arms as one began to coil tighter about his prey. They would slide upward so as to obtain arm control over his grappled opponent. Without that, much of his bite power was gone. Sir Stigs's iron vice would begin to take hold as he would attempt to lift his opponent into the air. Sir Stigs's idea of cover was not infallible. Though, he trusted his ability to listen to the forest. It was nowhere near his prowess in watching the ground, though nothing was. With the pang of an arrow released, Sir had attempted to maneuver the madman in his arms to block line of sight between himself and where he believed projectiles to be coming from. He took caution, but not without risk. Then again, Sir Stigs had never learned to fear an arrow, why start now?
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Kazimir Jankowski
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 30
Physical Description: An average man, standing at 6'0 and weighing 165 lbs. Kazimir has dark brown eyes that match his dark brown hair and beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Noble set of Lidwo Hussar armor, a staple of the Liwdo military (see signature).
Kazimir also carries a szabla, or sabre, to be used on horseback. Like most Lidwo cavalrymen he wields a lance.
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Registered: Sept 17, 2017 3:52:45 GMT -8
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Post by Kazimir Jankowski on Nov 29, 2017 13:48:47 GMT -8
The man's quick blow would ring against the Hussar's protective armor. While it did not harm him, it did knock Kazimir away. He stumbled only a bit before catching himself and then turned to see Sir Stigs wrestling the man with a bear-hug. Kazimir took the opportunity to hit the man in the head with the blunt of his sword and hopefully knock him out or at the very least daze him so Stigs could knock him out.
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Post by Tripartite Kingdom of Lidwo on Dec 6, 2017 16:29:22 GMT -8
The man was horribly fast, but it was likely the heroes of the story would start noticing a pattern already. As soon as the blade rebounded off of the helm of Sir Stigs the opposite side would in the same instant come down upon the stubby Knight's head. He was helmeted, but nevertheless the fae item had weight and the horrible speed of the creature, and it was a blunt force that would be going on Stigs's head. Once finally in the hands of the Knight he'd resist, and go to bite his arm with a nasty sting; he probably didn't pierce the armour despite razor sharp teeth but the same venom of the snake would leak out, burning all flesh it touched with a nasty smell. He would however be stopped by the smack he got from Kazimir Jankowski . He'd go unconscious, only to regain it moments later... in addition to speed of action, they clearly had speed of recovery. The actions of Stigs would then prove to be his saving, because the arrow would pass through the meat-shield he had before him and stop just before touching him. The arrow had a purple-ish flame to it and for a moment seemed to be blurred with speed despite being stationary. The fae Stigs had gasped for breath at the event, and looked down in horror as he started to go pale and black-green blood started to leak from him. Was it like that from poison? However there would be considerable rustling from where the arrow came, and then up above from the leaves. A voice would be heard, somewhat periodically because the origin of it was under strain from moving. "I have my bow here, neither of you move or I will fire, and you probably don't see me earthly swine!" It was sing-song, and melodic - as though the love-child of a purring cat and a harp was somehow up there. In the distance, the clanging only got louder with squeals of pain were added to the noises around the group.
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