Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Mar 4, 2018 20:31:25 GMT -8
Despite Madailein's courageous attempts at fighting off her attacker, her kicks landed uselessly without the force to do much to make the beast even notice her doing so. Lolling out a fetid tongue the creature gave a long lick up the side of her face, its rough surface likely to leave a temporary mark. The other marks it would soon make, however, would not so easily fade with time. "I'm gonna have lots of fun wit' you, lass." the gnoll taunted, howling with laughter at the prospect.
On his feet, staggering towards the incomplete building, the gnoll's laughter echoed through Ash's mind. He grit his teeth, eyes blazing in a sudden stroke of fury. It was then that seed of hate, planted so deeply in his mind, hibernating through the winter of his enslavement seemed to burst open introducing a tangled bramble of thorns. The fruition of his rebellion.
He dashed then, silent of his feet with no shoes as he sought the only weapon he had at his disposal: The horseshoe tucked away into his rope-belt. Gripping it in his fist he rounded the corner out of the gnoll's lecherous site and, dashing forward Ash leapt once, using one of the lower beams to vault. The gnoll had at last had enough of its torturous game, deciding to go for its main prize and attempting to disrobe its victim never noticed Ash's attack. That was, until metal, driven by anger, desperation, and no small amount of momentum bludgeoned into the side of its skull. Its eyes bulged at the impact and, though gnolls powerfully muscled, it toppled from such a severe impact, staggered.
Before the gnoll could regain its bearings Ash's hand shot out, yanking free the oversized dagger the creature used for executions and, without so much as a cry of ferocity he began plunging it over and over again into the gnoll's vulnerable stomach. As it opened its mouth he free hand moved, slamming its palm into the creature's jaw to force its mouth closed as he delivered a few more stabs to the gut. Then, yanking the blade free he moved it to the gnoll's throat, slashing across in a river of blood.
All of this had happened in an instant and almost entirely in an eerie silence. Then, as the gnolls struggled turned to errant twitches, Ash at last stepped back, hands shaking, face and front covered in blood and less savory things. Turning he looked at Madailein, hate dominating his vision until it softened only slightly at the sight of her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 20:54:33 GMT -8
She couldn't even scream as her mentality was tormented - feeling the beast lick her made her stomach roll from the foul stench that came from it's maw. And the tattered rags about her legs gave partially away with a terribly loud rip as the Gnoll tried to pull them off. This monster was going to ruin her... Suddenly the grip on her throat was gone and she let out a startled sound as she heaved in a deep breath, her body hitting the ground hard. Frantic and terrified eyes watched as her protector went on a wild rampage. Blood was splashing everywhere, even a little on her cowering form - but mostly across Ash's face and arms and rags. He had become a madman, but as she watched the Gnoll fall limp in silence everything around her went quiet. She couldn't hear any hammering or construction in the vicinity or the distance. No one yelling. No bark of Gnolls. Just dead silence. Ash looked to her, and it took several seconds before she could remember to breathe. Her heart was hammering in her ears and banging about the inside of her chest. He had just... killed it. Just like that. The man looked insane. She had no words. She could only stare, hands clinging to her pitiful rags for some attempt to remain covered. ... what would they do now...?
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Registered: Dec 2, 2017 0:59:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ash on Mar 4, 2018 21:08:22 GMT -8
Staring at Madailein, he noted her look of horror. Then, looking down at himself, he seemed to fully register what had happened. He was covered in blood...gnoll's blood. He was as good as dead. There was no way he could dispose of this body and clean himself before they noticed and, even if he could, what then? Go back to what they'd done before? His heart hammered in his chest, and his fingers occasionally twitched as his raw, animal instinct kicked in. No. No, he couldn't live like a damned animal, not after what he'd done. Not after his senses were flooded with a sweet release no experience in this past year could have hoped to match.
He had taken a life. A sentient being, no matter how barbaric had its existence snuffed by his vicious attack... and he did not regret it even for an instant. Yet, in his mind, he had the same flash of doubt she did. What would they do now? His eyes darted around, always so observant and now hardened with a murderer's glint. If she was afraid of him, so be it. He had already come this far for her sake. If there was any way he could subvert the gnoll's plans even slightly by getting her out of here so be it.
Turning his gaze at her, his blood-splattered face was cold and still as marble.
"We're escaping."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 21:27:57 GMT -8
... escaping... Just yesterday he had said that wasn't to happen. And it couldn't - the Gnolls were everywhere, and massive and armed to the teeth...! She couldn't even get this one off of her, and now they were... Her wide, terror-filled eyes sparked with a flicker of hope, but it snuffed just as quickly. "... h-how...?" she whimpered, suddenly darting her eyes around as she noticed they weren't alone. A group of slaves, maybe four men, had stopped dead and stared in shock and awe and disbelief at the dead Gnoll and the bloodied Ash. They were frozen in place, uncertain - as she was.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Registered: Dec 2, 2017 0:59:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ash on Mar 4, 2018 22:12:23 GMT -8
How? Wasn't that the question. How were they going to act on his bold declaration? Already the formula if a plan began to conjure up an idea on his mind. He had been so certain he could never escape he had shoved all thoughts of it deep down, burying it in hopelessness. Even now, he didn't truly believe he could escape. But, if he could just get her...His eyes widened slightly as she looked past him, whipping around with the knife held at the ready. Witnesses. If it were just one, maybe he could have done something about it before he cried out, but four?
No, this wasn't an obstacle. This was an opportunity. One he couldn't afford to let pass him by. Glancing around swiftly he realized they didn't have much time. "You can scream now and call every gnoll over here. You may get a crust of bread, or avoid a beating for your trouble. Or-" he reached down, picking up the club, riveted with notched metal that the gnoll had kept as a main weapon and tossing it to the ground at the nearest man's feet.
"-you can escape. The stable: They keep the horses for food, but some can still run. Gnolls are fast, but they're not faster than horses." he stooped, rifling through one of the gnoll's pouches and giving a soft grunt of victory as he withdrew flint and steel. "All we need is a distraction." Then, picking up the whip, he looked at Madalailein, holding it out to her. It didn't require much strength to use, but it wasn't going to be dealing any lethal blows.
"We need to move. We have two minutes." he added, looking at the men to see if they were with him or against him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2018 22:20:28 GMT -8
The idea of escape was more than enough to bring the four to Ash's side, desperate enough to try. One of them picked up the club and held it tightly in both hands, as if this was the key to his life. Madailein hesitated for only a second before taking the weapon in hand. It was heavier than she thought, but now she understood how vicious this thing was in the hands of a Gnoll. But she could swing it - if she could crack it like it had been done to her, it might deter anything coming at her for a brief moment. This was happening. The realization was in her eyes as she looked back up to Ash. They were really going to try and escape.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Mar 4, 2018 22:53:00 GMT -8
They were at a severe disadvantage, even now. There weren't enough weapons for everyone and the gnolls still had the numbers and the strength. However, for all of the creature's advantages, they had disadvantages as well. Their hearing could work against them if enough chaos was incited, their sensitive eyes blinded by fire. Glancing at Madailein he gripped his dagger tightly. Last of all, their noses were strong. They'd get the scent of blood much quicker than the scent of an escaping prisoner. He would be her cowl. No gnoll would think twice of her if they were occupied with his scent. That was, at least, the hope. Kneeling at the foundation of the building they had spent so much time on he struck the flint and steel together.
"As soon as the fire starts we must move." he informed them quickly. "We'll split into three groups. You with the club and one other, go down the center towards the cooking area. You two, grab what weapons you can and head towards the tents to rouse the other prisoners. We'll free the horses." he instructed. So clipped and full of conviction were in words, he doubted the prisoners would protest, although likely if they considered his words long enough they would find flaws in his reasoning. They might even find that he had no intention of risking Madailein's life to save their own.
Fortunately for Ash, they didn't have the luxary of time to consider his orders. As soon as the flames caught the wooden foundation, spurred on by a dried out burlap bags the nails had occupied the alarm began. Loud snarls from around them at a distance as the acrid scent of burning burlap filled the air. Picking up a few other bags of nails and, most importantly, his horseshoe, he put his hands on Madailein's shoulders, steering her away as their plan began.
"You run parallel to me." he instructed. "As fast as you can. I'll keep up, and keep you safe." he explained, making his way to the side of a building and scaling it wouthout much difficulty, keeping his body low as he moved across the roof. Behind them the fire quickly caught the wooden beams of the building, as if fed by the suffering it had taken to make it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2018 21:18:52 GMT -8
There wasn't any time to think, but what was there to think about? The men scrambled off to do as instructed - frantic for weapons and to rile up as many as possible to their cause. The fires grew and drew significant attention, though not to bring anyone immediately near - especially the Gnolls. No one wanted to risk burning.
Madailein was confused but her blood was pumping in anticipation and anxiety. This was really happening. She couldn't get up to where he was at, but she kept herself pressed to the building, shaking. The adrenaline was coursing. And the frenzy that man and beast was in with everyone running around - it was madness.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Mar 12, 2018 19:06:08 GMT -8
Atop the roofs, Ash followed Madailein, his distance and the smell of fire thankfully keeping the gnolls from detecting them. That did not, however, extend to all of them. One of the gnolls, having split off from the main group to find the cause of the fire, spotted Madailein, lips curling into a snarl as he spotted her. He changed forward, hands outwards in an attempt to grab the girl. That was, until Ash leapt down, dagger plunging with the momentum of his fall into the skull of the terrible creature. It yelped in pain, loudly, senseless eyes casting about as its steps caused it to stagger and Ash disentangled himself from the creature's struggles, yanking his knife free with a sickening squelch.
It seemed as if his fortunate kills had come to an end, however. Two more gnolls, drawn by the sounds of their fellow rounded the corner as well, spotting them immediately and drawing wicked-looking weapons. Ash bristled, panicked eyes flicking between the two of them. A solitary gnoll not expecting a dagger might have been easy prey, but an outright fight with two? His pulse quickened in the face of inevitable death and, reaching to the burlap sack at his waste he slung it outwards, casting an array of nails across the ground between them as he readied his dagger, his makeshift caltrops the only thing between him and an inevitable death.
"Keep going" he hissed to Madailein.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 8:24:25 GMT -8
Despite his urge for her to flee, she latched onto his free arm as she saw the two that were coming. Running would mean he would die... and what was she to do?! Fear was telling her to run for her life- The commotion was only growing around the camp as more and more slaves were starting to rile up and cause a major, disorderly panic. And someone got to the stables to break open the latch. Suddenly there were horses stampeding in every direction and over anyone in their way, men and women running like maniacs, and Gnolls darting everywhere to try and contain the situation - all while a blaze continued to eat away all those months and years of work in mere minutes. One stallion charged right past them, causing the girl to yank Ash towards her in a panic to get him clear of the animal as it rush in front of them - and seemingly at the Gnolls that were closing in only to trample over the nails and scream and flail until it was crashing down atop them in a pained terror.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Registered: Dec 2, 2017 0:59:03 GMT -8
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Post by Ash on Mar 19, 2018 19:08:00 GMT -8
And none too soon! Madailein's loyalty would be her death, he knew it as the gnolls closed in. He glanced back at her, unsure what to say in a situation like this...before she yanked him out of the path of the raging stallion. He stumbled backwards in confusion, the dappled beast passing within inches of his face. His eyes went wide at his near-death and he reached back, catching Madailein's wrist to keep her close. The gnolls were massive, but as the panicked beast stomped upon them he knew the fate that so nearly befell him had come full circle. Seeing his caltrops still scattered in the area he reached down, scooping up the girl in a hurry and throwing her over his shoulders as he gritted his teeth, dashing over the field of nails. He cried out in pain, nearly doubling over as one pierced his unprotected feet but reaching out he grabbed the bit and bridle of the horse, yanking it hard enough for it to face his and, ducking, he barely avoided a nasty bite.
He reached up his other hand to stroke its neck, and he was fortunate indeed that the beast was a gentle one. In fact, judging from its saddle it likely had already seen battle, for an empty scabbard was tied by a leather thong to the leather. Stepping forward gingerly and thankfully avoiding nails this time he placed Madalein atop in and, glancing back he spotted at least six more of their captors rounding the corner. Slinging himself into the saddle he flicked the reigns and, with a neigh, the beast charged towards them.
Gnolls were strong, and with six of them, even strong enough to stop, or at least kill a horse. Preparing themselves in a line they braced for impact as Ash led it closer and closer...only, at the last moment to yank its reigns between two of the incomplete buildings still standing. The gnolls stood dumbfounded for a moment, out of kilter and not noticing as a nearby building, teetered dangerously before with a loud crack fell towards them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2018 5:51:52 GMT -8
There was so much movement and chaos that Madailein was swept up in confusion. When Ash picked her up she yelped in alarm, but didn't fight. As soon as she was thrown up into the saddle of the animal she was frantic and clinging to the poor creature's mane in terror. Ash swept up into the saddle behind her and initially she jumped, completely unsettled by the sudden actions. But he was wrapped around her back, guiding this animal around into a hard run. She wasn't used to riding a horse, and the initial jerk and bounce of the horse as they charged forward hurt her behind - but she took solace in the man that was a practical shield over her head. The sudden verge to the side almost threw her from the saddle, but with her savior enveloping her with his strong arms and her death grip on the main along the neck of the animal she managed to stay in her seat. It was strange being atop this animal, feeling every roll of legs and strain of muscles beneath them both, and watching the world just rush by them in seconds. There was so much noise in breaking buildings and screaming people and roaring Gnolls, so much color in earth and structure and fire all around the camp. They were really fleeing... they were running away, getting away from this place...
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Mar 28, 2018 23:32:36 GMT -8
Keeping control of the horse was less a matter of coercion and one of desperation. The beast dodged as best it could, the swinging blades and occasional flail as it raced past and Ash pressed himself over Madailein in an attempt to shield her. Structures, in an inferno and collapsing only further spooked the beast and they were beyond fortunate the beast had been trained well enough by its ill-fated master that it didn't buck the unfamiliar riders. Around them the gnolls were regaining their senses after reeling from the sudden coup, and the results were terrible to behold, even whizzing past them at so high a speed. The humans that attempted to survive were being slaughtered, and even those who tried to throw down their pitiful makeshift weapons were leapt upon by the feral creatures and mauled with tooth and claw. Whatever had banded the gnolls under a singular purpose had been lost to their bestial instincts and they were taking no prisoners. Even unarmed women and men who hadn't raised a hand towards them were torn asunder in their cruel rage.
Ash kept Madailein's head low as they rode, finding the distractions coupled with their speed enough to keep themselves one step ahead of the encroaching enemies. At the gates several Gnolls fought off the humans who tried desperately to force their way through, for if they were to die they would rather do it beyond the walls past the borders of freedom. Ash pushed the horse onwards but it whinnied in fright and surprise as a gnoll suddenly leapt at them from the chaos. Ash's eyes widened, yanking free his dagger as the creature closed the distance, unarmed but still equipped with its maw. Its eyes were filled cruel fury and it lunged. Ash lifted with dagger in defense, but realized with horror it had chosen a separate target. Attempting to close its jaws around Madalien's neck he leaned forward in an attempt to shield her with his body. He felt then, the jaws close, the rancid breath and tearing, unbearable pain. Its head tilted to the side and its fangs dug into the flesh of his face. Blood filled his vision, and yet as it tried to close its jaws it found it could not. The dagger had found its mark, not in its brain like Ash had intended, but in the hinge of its jaws.
They both struggled. Its massive paws rose to pull him from his mount but, sensing this perhaps, the horse pranced away. The majesty of the movement did nothing to allay the tearing of flesh and the blossoming of unimaginable pain. The right side of Ash's face where the canine's had found their mark had largely torn it away. He screamed, then, and the gnoll staggered backwards as the horse kicked, sending a solid blow to the creature's chest. It fell to its back and was immediately beset by prisoners. Ash gripped the reigns and realized...he couldn't see. Whether it was blood, or pain, or if the gnolls had torn out his very eyes in the attack he could not say.
Perhaps it was, in a queer fashion, a blessing. He urged the horse towards where he had last seen the gate. Had he been able to see, he may very well have hesitated a lethal moment. The gnolls had nearly destroyed the prisoners and were at least double the number he had last seen. Yet, unknowingly he pushed the beast onwards. As they changed a few gnolls noticed and, preparing to attack the passing animal were barely prepared when a second wave of desperate people, seeing that even those who stood down were being massacred were forced to fend for their lives. The clinging hands, the swinging of weapons, stolen and fashions, was the smokescreen they so desperately needed. The horse, seeing an opportunity took liberties with its rider's commands and rushed for a weak spot, its broad chest shoving aside two distracted gnolls.
Ash couldn't see, but he could hear the swing of weapons so close to his body. Then, against all odds, all reason...they were free. They had broken the line, a few straggling escapees following. The horse, now seeing a defined road stuck to it and they stuck to galloping for how long one could only guess. At last, with heaving flanks and frothing mouth the beast forced itself to a stop. Ash lay heavily against Madailein, blood flowing from his face onto her. Then, without a word he slumped from the horse, landing with a thud to the cold dirt road below.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 22:18:21 GMT -8
When Ash pressed her low over the neck of the mount she curled up tight with her eyes squeezed shut, terrified as they tore through the camp on horseback. There was so much happening around them, violence and malice and destruction and slaughter. Her ears were flooded with the yells and screams and snarls of all those around them. Even with the sudden redirection and motion of the horse, she remained tensed into a little ball beneath her savior - his scream shattered her world. Without even thinking her eyes snapped open and she saw blood and teeth. The Gnoll was kicked away by the animal and she felt warm blood splatter upon her face, not knowing it was from Ash being wounded. As soon as the color splashed across her sight she squeezed her eyes closed once again and buried her face into the mane of the horse. And just as suddenly, the noise was fading. The pounding hooves were growing louder as the commotion fell behind them and into the distance. But for quite some time she was too terrified to open her eyes, to see where they were. Finally the horse stalled and heaved in a horrible fashion for breath, beyond exhausted. As soon as she pried one eye open, she felt the man over her slump and slide out of the saddle. As his body hit the ground, limp as a doll, Madailein let out a cry of alarm. She hadn't even managed to fall out of the saddle before the animal crashed into the grass beside the road, having run itself to near death. The girl would scoot near and drop to her knees beside Ash, shaking hands reaching out to want to touch him, to help him in some way. Seeing the terrible tear across his face and his skin steeped heavily in blood... she was terrified. But he had done this to save them both... quivering hands would settle tenderly under his other cheek and brush the matted strands of hair from the wound. She had to do something to help him... but what? Frantic eyes were darting to her rags and his, settling to rip away a part of her shirt that exposed her thin midriff - at least it was something she could use to try and wipe away some of the blood. But she didn't know what to do more than that. She wasn't a healer. She wanted to utter his name, to see if he would respond... but she had never gotten it. The realization hit her that he was still a complete stranger. And he had risked his life for them both.
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Ash
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Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: Lean, but built. Scars would indicate he's had a lot of bad times, although he insists some are from pretty good times. Hair is black and thick, though unwashed and unruly. He has a deceptively narrow build that belies an inner strength gained through years of hardship.
Across the right side of his face are vicious scars that look at if inflicted by an animal. He tends to hide these with his hair and hood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Some simple light armor, a worn crossbow. He wears a black cloak that smells of dirt and death, stained slightly with old blood although it's difficult to see. He has a stiletto dagger, suited for penetrating even heavier armor.
He wears a horseshoe on a rope tied securely to his waist.
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Post by Ash on Apr 15, 2018 19:43:09 GMT -8
Ash lay still and pale upon the ground as Madailein attempted to provide succor. A large part of his face had been terribly mauled, yet as she dabbed the blood she would find that he still retained his eye, and most of his features. A stroke of luck, if he ever awoke again to use them. Even so, it was a terrible wound, and had it not been for the adrenaline coursing through him he likely would not have made it even this far. It was not, however, a fatal one. The flow of blood began to stem at the girl's attentions and over the next hour, Ash opened his eyes blearily, although he seemed to be feverish and confused.
"Where are we?" he croaked, as not long after the charge out the main gates was when he'd lost consciousness. His raised a trembling hand to his face, hissing in pain as his fingertips made contact with his marred visage. Turning his head slightly he turned his pain-glazed eyes to their surroundings. They were in a clearing now, with plains stretching outwards in rolling hills. Raising a hand he pointed at a small light in the distance. It was strange for a candle to be burning so late, but there was no surer sign of life.
"Is that a farm?" he asked wearily.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2018 21:03:10 GMT -8
Her heart jumped into her throat when he finally woke, but it was short lived. He looked terrible, and she didn't know what to do. She could only try to clean him up and make him comfortable... here, in the dirt with nothing for them. Her attention shifted over to the gasping animal that was still lying on the ground before returning her eyes to him. What were they to do-? His lifting hand caught her attention again, and she followed it to the dim light in the distance. Her heart began to race once more, more so when he managed to ask what it was. A farm? Maybe so, and if so maybe they could help! But she couldn't carry this man... not that far, not even half way. She was so small and frail, and he was so large by comparison. ... but he had risked himself for their freedom, almost losing his eye and his life. She discarded the dirtied strip of cloth and stood up on shaky legs, and attempted to pull his wrist to try and get him to roll onto his side. From there, if she could even get him that far, she would try fruitlessly to pull him upright and onto her shoulders from a position on her knees. Sadly, she had little strength or energy - but she had to try. She needed to get Ash to safety, and to find him help.
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