Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 12, 2018 12:08:19 GMT -8
Vithkun had made his fourth cup of Moon Rose Tea and was still stark awake, but it did feel like something was keeping him awake against the wishes of his body. The moving around by the dwarves was barely noticed and the toast he was handed too was eaten with small and indifferent bites. As Myra put her hand on Vithkun's shoulder it was as if he suddenly awoke from a half slumber and widened his eyes for a brief moment.
"Morning Myra..." Vithkun said surprised as he finished the last sip of the potent tea he had brought with him. "Oh..? Yeah I suppose I didn't. Wanted to make sure things were alright myself." Vithkun explained to Myra without elaborating too much. Perhaps it seemed unnecessary to have done so - but there was still the possibility that whatever he had seen sneaking around the bushes had kept away because the elf had stayed awake. Maybe he'd never know.
"Are we going to continue soon?" he asked one of the dwarves that nodded crunching upon more bread than his small mouth could reasonably chew at once. "Have you... slept well?" he asked Myra his eyes slightly dim from the lack of sleep due to the Moon Rose Tea stimulant.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 12, 2018 12:20:59 GMT -8
The scent of the tea itself was potent and she recognized it but was not going to comment upon him drinking it. Clearly it did not hold the sort of potent effect on him as it had to her. Finishing her own toast while he spoke she had taken much smaller bites than him. Clearly something bothered him and given long enough he would reveal the very part that was. Considering that both had agreed to take a step back in their regard for one another she almost did not ask. Still her worry outweighed the hesitancy that she felt.
“As soon as the fire is put out,” she reassured him lowering her hand down to the edge of his forearm she gripped his wrist just above that lightly before lowering her hand to his and squeezing it once, “Well, thank you.”
One of the dwarves called to her having dumped a sand like dirt upon the fire. There was no smoke that rose from it as it was fully covered by the action. Answering him she released the man’s hand telling him in common, “They’re ready.”
Turning to go to the wagon she paused and glanced over her shoulder speaking to him in elvish, “If there is something bothering you I am still here, you can always speak to me.”
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 13, 2018 12:04:52 GMT -8
Vith felt Myra's grip at his wrist and gave her a jaded smile as she thanked him - there was still some part of him thinking she would punish him for being stupid and taking it all upon his shoulders but Vith was happy that she didn't. "Let's pack then." Vithkun said with a soft smile and got up as he touched her shoulder brushing her hand on the way down as he started moving towards the wagon.
"Well... It's probably not much but... Well it can wait." Vithkun changed his mind as he mounted the wagon with Myra. As the wagon wheels started turning and they made their way out on the designated road Vithkun started nodding slightly the effect of the tea wearing off. The little bumps would occasionally have him open his eyes wide and jolt upright in the cart but eventually his body found even the lumpy road a soothing rhytm as he quietly dozed off his head tilting towards Myra's shoulder dragging the rest of his body the same way while his breathing found a slow and steady pace.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 13, 2018 12:11:19 GMT -8
It could wait, she judged considering how he appeared to be falling asleep simply standing. A long night full of thoughts would do that and one of the dwarves had told her he also carried her to the tent. She slipped down on the bench slightly in order to allow him to rest more comfortably. Laying the blanket that the dwarves had shared with them around her shoulders she instead used her cloak for a pillow allowing him to semi rest in her lap by doing so. Humming she would brush his hair back in order to keep him slumbering. They had until the early afternoon to be allowed to stay here. She’d speak to the dwarves as well in a softer tone than usual so as not to disturb Vith as well.
When they finally came to a stop at the edge of the lands there were long staircases along each side up to the tours and a hidden entrance that they would follow. Myra would gently wake Vith touching his shoulder and shaking it lightly. His name was almost on her lips but she resisted. This had already been too familiar.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 13, 2018 12:42:59 GMT -8
Vithkun found comfort in Myra's lap as he seemed breathe peacefully getting a good deal of rest from having stayed up all night to guard Myra and the dwarves, and Vithkun placed his hand on Myra's knee slipping into the dreamworld. A couple of hours later the wagon approached the edge of the dwarven lands but as Myra touched Vithkun's shoulder her fingers would cross a small pin - about the size of a very thin pine needle - lodged into Vithkun's neck, the elf not immediately keen on waking up.
Before the cart made halt a whistle in the air was heard along with a thump on the side of the cart. A crudely made arrow had lodged itself into the a wooden panel on the cart and judging from the rustling in the bushes it had had help. A few more whistling noises could be heard - some hitting the cart and some flying just over as a crass language was heard from behind the trees and bushes as little humpback green creatures started circling the outskirts of their position.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 13, 2018 13:29:39 GMT -8
If Vith would not wake she would have to take as much precaution as possible. Shaking him harder while she did so she pulled on his shoulder and dropped him into the floor of the wagon shoving the barrels with her feet. He would be protected from the crude arrows by the wooden planks on the outside. Having tossed him she was leaping up and over the barrels themselves to reach the ground. Having no long distance weapon she had no choice but to get in to make the assault close combat. The dwarves could handle themselves, they were guards for the supplies and the borderlands, they knew what danger they placed themselves in. Besides their reaction would probably have been as quick as hers.
Drawing her morning star from her belt she was rushing towards the nearest of the devilish creatures that decided to assault the camp. She’d hit one arrow away with the thing but it had merely been luck it had not struck her shoulder. Something came from her mouth in Drow, the words may not have been understandable but the very much so implied insult and cursing was a she gave them a lashing attempting to intimidate them into taking at least a step back.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 13, 2018 14:04:48 GMT -8
Three green goblins appeared in front of Myra, standing not that much taller than a dwarf they were hissing and spitting as the drow drew her morning star and tried to intimidate them. They threw their bows to the ground and while two drew a pair of war axes the last one pointed a spear with a stone tip in her direction. They were clad in a few patches of bark armor along with necklaces with bones and thin leather helmets. One of the goblins looked especially impatient and with a screech and flashing of teeth he leaped at Myra to meet her with his war axe aiming for her thigh.
However at the cart the other dwarves skillfully fended the goblins off that came from the same side as Myra but none were there to check on the elf that still slept in the cart. Two sets of green fingers wrapped around each of Vithkun's legs dragging him down from the cart and with a muted thumb his body hit the ground before another goblin that had stealthily joined the first helped as he grabbed Vithkun's arms before the two dragged the unfortunate elf from the cart as unnoticed as possible aiming towards the bushes and undergrowth where it was harder to follow them.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 13, 2018 18:40:09 GMT -8
The spear was worrisome as her weapon needed to be up close and personal. The stone tip would break easily should she hit it but it was a small target and one she was not likely to land a solid blow upon. The axes were shorter and required a range that she could remain out of and still swing her own weapon. Her arm would be extended but otherwise she could remain out of the way with her body. Their armor made her believe they were simpletons and this was merely bad luck but she was fixing to be their bad luck now. Sidestepping the small goblin that lunged at her showing a row of teeth that did not frighten her his screeching made her want to cover her ears as it was more painful than anything else. Side stepping she swung the points low and steady, a head shot would most certainly kill the little imp but hitting its body would knock it down and break some bones. A possibility that meant it would not be rising soon came with a solid thunk if it connected.
When she sidestepped out of her vision she saw a glint, they had no true metal weapons so she glanced just in time to see the little wretches disappearing with Vithkun off the side of cart. Unfortunately with two before her it was dangerous to turn her back, they could pick up the damned bows and cause some damage. Dispatching of them quickly would be her best bet, or, she called to one of the dwarves speaking quickly and forcefully in a commanding tone to get his attention, he could cover her leave as she rushed off. It still invited an attack of opportunity at her fleeing but her long legs and swift pace gave very little chance and even if it had hit it might be a fleeting blow at best.
Rushing after Vith the goblins were attempting to drag a man who weighed more than both of them, with luck she'd get to them before the bushes and if not it would be difficult to hide him and she would take a flying leap over the initial ones to strike a blow that might be rather deadly considering her now riled anger.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 15, 2018 13:19:54 GMT -8
The goblins were vicious but undisciplined fighters in the end, and as the one with the war axe jumped Myra it put all it's power into that one attack and a sidestep wasn't in its plans at all. The determined swing from Myra caved its skull in ignoring whatever leather the helmet consisted of and send it flying towards the ground with not even the slightest twitch as the two other goblins quieted their hisses for a moment and took a couple of steps back to reassess their plan. This one seemed harder to deal with than they seemed to think. One dwarf heard Myra calling out and rushed to her aid going into battle with the two goblins as soon another of the dwarve's allies joined allowing Myra to direct her focus elsewhere. At the same time the two goblins dragging started to care less and less about the condition of their hostage until they just dragged him by his feet - one dragging each feet as Vithkun's body and arms slid over the ground making it quite obvious what they were doing and seeing Myra leaping at them they released Vithkun for now realizing they had next to no possibility of escape. The targeted goblin turned towards Myra dragging a knife, but a hard hit to the chest broke ribs and shattered organs within the vile creature sending another one to whatever afterlife such green beasts would be granted. The other goblin quickly realized his situation and raced as quickly as he could into the undergrowth zig-zagging between the trees being surprisingly speedy in the rugged terrain. However this did not seem like the retreat of the goblins and as heavy steps were heard as suddenly one of the dwarves went flying through the air and landed only a few meters behind Myra and Vithkun with a mighty thump - dizzy and bruised but able to stand up he adjusted his helmet and picked up his mace. "We've got bad luck, Myra. It's one of those troll things!" he said and huffed as a large creature about ten foot tall had appeared riling up the goblins it seemed to be allied with.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 15, 2018 13:41:10 GMT -8
Dispatching of the smaller goblins without so much as a flinch she defended her companion standing over him as she demolished the chest of one of the creatures. It was a cruel fate to bestow upon the little beast as his final breath rattled out from his crushed lungs. The first had died instantly leaving nothing within it. Her chest heaved not from exhaustion but from excitement as her breath quickened at the battle. No matter if she did not wish to take a life there was a sort of adrenaline that reared it’s ugly head bringing her to a state of frenzy where her eyes flashed dangerously and her wild nature became fully known.
Threatening the other goblin that had been dragging Vithkun towards the bushes him running off appeased her until her attention was caught by the commotion behind her. Turning about and keeping the pale faced elf behind her heels her gaze rose to the troll. Dastardly dangerous creatures they were not the brightest and their reflexes lacked much but they were strong. Also generally not accompanied by much else but the goblins did not seem to fear the monstrosity which led her to believe that either it was their leader or their pet. Neither would be to her advantage considering it was either going to defend its master or its own pets.
Her expletives earlier had been out of irritation but the word that slipped out of her mouth now was definitely not one that came out willfully in order to threaten. Few options came to mind with the big creature and one of them impossible. To summon the power granted to her as ashborn might destroy it but the dwarves presence made her hesitate. It was an accursed magic and one they would most certainly report back making her unwelcome in their kingdom again. To protect Vithkun she would do what was necessary but it wasn’t quite necessary, not yet at least.
“Hey ugly!”
Trying to garner its attention she was rolling on the balls of her feet and planning on the fly as she looked to the cart. Rushing that direction she wanted the Troll to follow to where the cart was between them. She had quite the vertical jump and getting to it in time would mean she could hop up on the wheel, then the barrels, and with both hands bringing down the mace she wanted to land a firm blow to his head. His skull would be stronger than the goblins but if she was able to make it she might at least disorientate it do the dwarves could take it from below.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 16, 2018 7:08:15 GMT -8
Pet or master made little difference when facing an enemy of this caliber, that much was true, but luring one over to you might not have been the best strategy. Even though they were dull witted the forest trolls had an impressive speed and strength that betrayed their size. While Myra ran towards the troll Vithkun was still sedated by the needle that had poked into his neck and was currently being held there by tiny barbs that hadn't come out even from the rough treatment the goblins had presented him with.
The troll rushed towards Myra and the cart with a deep roar seeing the target present itself. With a vicious hammer blow the troll powered his right bark-armored arm into the wagon and through strength and a little bit of luck the cart broke in two halves through the middle as wood splintered to all sides. But the troll hadn't been fooled and with raising its large arm again it used it to ward off Myra's attack most likely making contact with Myra on the half way pushing her away while mid jump and with little hesitation the troll grabbed the back of the now halved carriage and raised it over his head hurling it with great rage towards the spot Myra had fallen to.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 16, 2018 7:28:28 GMT -8
Plans never went as well, planned, and the instant the cart had been torn asunder Myra came to the quick realization she had underestimated the creatures speed and it would be a costly mistake. Her own blow but had scant missed the target before she was thrust back by the backside of his arm. His release of the tension there sent her flying through the air landing with a solid thump and rolling once until she was on her back. Everything cried out in pain as she looked to the creature now flinging half of the cart that had been demolished in her direction. Her strength did not fail her as she narrowly rolled underneath it as it was flung. It was a near miss and one she couldn't afford again. Looking to Vithkun and the dwarves who seemed hesitant to parlay with the giant she shouted at them, "Take him and leave, I'll distract him."
The dwarves were by no means cowards and did not plan on abandoning Myra but they were grabbing Vithkun from his place on the ground. It was a rough transition from under the arms and shoulders dragging him backwards towards the remaining cart. Be it by the only luck they had left they dislodged the needle from him and some of the barbs having wiped his back in order to have a clean hand hold to drag him by.
Myra was getting off of the ground, slower than she would have liked but seeing as she was able to move all her limbs she considered it also a stroke of luck. "Hey, over here big boy," she yelled to the Troll gritting her teeth and getting ready once again to pounce to the side if he decided to toss the other half of the cart.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 16, 2018 11:35:22 GMT -8
As Vithkun was rather mercilessly dragged from the spot the needle in his neck which was still administering the sedative finally got torn out and he started immediately opening his eyes noticing the very obvious fact that two dwarves were dragging him away and that this place was full of commotion. What had happened since he closed his eyes and blissfully fell asleep on Myra's lap and until now where he was being handled this roughly?
Vithkun starting jerking around his arms and legs to the attention of the dwarves. "Hey, hey!" He shouted to the dwarves. "I'm awake now..!" he added as they turned around and quickly let go looking like someone who thought Vithkun had tried to feign being asleep to avoid battle. Vithkun however got up to his knees and started looking around seeing the little green beasts fighting a few dwarves and - something a lot more troublesome.
Myra wouldn't have to taunt the troll very much as the beast - disappointed of her dodging the thrown wagon - roared again and breaking off a large pole from the remaining half of the wagon's chassis as he paced towards her swinging his new club in front of him with a force and speed that was to be taken seriously.
Vithkun had been relatively quickly up on his feet and although he felt a little dizzy from the after effects of the sedative he was more than ready to stand and fight - especially after seeing it heading towards an already bruised Myra. Stopping the monstrosity certainly took priority and drawing the blade from a thing sheath on his thigh he he inscribed into its blade the magic letters of lightning before launching it towards the troll with a determined flick of the wrist and turn of the hips. A quick jerk from the troll however caused the dagger to stick itself into a piece of bark armor unleashing its electric properties there instead of inside the body of the troll.
Cursing in elvish Vithkun frowned, although the crack of electric discharge did startle the troll and got the attention of everyone on the battlefield right there. The troll reached angrily for the dagger and threw it to the ground as it now charged towards Vithkun who drew his sword his finger quickly moving over the edge of the blade. He had to be quite dumb not to run for cover right now, but perhaps this would work.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 16, 2018 12:03:47 GMT -8
Scant able to move her focus from the creature Myra was unaware Vith was back on his feet. She was squaring off against the broad brute strength of a troll that demanded she attend to his anger issues instead of the rest of her surroundings. The dwarves could handle the rest of the goblins.
The Trolls new found toy being swung in it’s hand she went between judging by its stance when it was going to launch an attack to focusing on the tip. He’d tossed the cart like it was nothing. One hit from his rigged club would send her onto the next life too soon from this one. She had other things to do before she allowed herself to be taken and with Vith unresponsive, or so she thought, she could not afford to be careless. His safety was her priority and as before she was attempting to lie to herself that it was because she needed him in order to obtain the jewel.
Him on her mind as he launched an attack it did not go as planned but she was joyful at seeing him on his feet and then fearful. Was he even coherent enough to remain on them? The Troll switched opponents in an instant and she rushed forward. They could not afford to lose the advantage of a turned back and even battered she would go no holds barred. Rushing to his aide she held the mace low in her right hand and twisting her hips with her swing she aimed at the knee in order to bring him down to their level.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 16, 2018 13:07:30 GMT -8
However the troll only took a few steps towards Vithkun before it was struck in the knee as Myra had moved to attack it from behind. The roar was accompanied by a cracking sound as the kneecap on the troll seemed dislodge and the troll furiously waved its arm towards Myra again crying out in pain. Vithkun - who had thought he was about to be delivering the finishing blow, sheathed his sword again and took a few steps ahead making sure the troll was still out of reach. It would be an un-elfly spell but with this he might not even have to come close to the troll. Vithkun's index finger ran over the ground as he concentrated on the elven words for 'Greater Pitfall of Mud' and as the spell was about to take effect he called out to Myra. "Get away from there, now!" he shouted as the beforehand solid ground started to bubble with water and mud before it started sucking down both the troll and anything ten feet in either direction. Flailing its arms to stay above it was however a loosing battle while it sunk deeper and faster the more it struggled. Not before long every part of it had disappeared beneath the ground as the earth seemed to close up and solidify again rather quickly afterwards. "Please... stay there..!" Vithkun said triumphantly to the troll almost out of breath as he however managed to smile at Myra. But the battle not being over yet a lone goblin, in the search of salvaging a scalp from an otherwise loosing battle, was about to take a courageous jump at Vithkun from behind with his crude sword drawn and Vithkun not currently aware of the danger.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 16, 2018 14:47:35 GMT -8
Vithkun's believing that the spell he cast would diminish his appearance as an elf to the dwarves would be a fear he might not ever to have faced. Perhaps another elf might have thought it crass as there was a sort of whooping sound coming from the cheering section that had been made up of the four dwarves. All who had made it away with minor scrapes and bruises thanks to the two present. Myra may not have needed to aid in the final blow bringing the Troll down but it was indeed a less dangerous venture than allowing it to fully approach. A point neither was going to argue for all that mattered was the safety of everyone present. When the morningstar had collided Myra had almost released it the rebound shaking her arm up and down but she followed through fully drawing it back the points sinking in and finding purchase before she pulled it loose. It oozed something akin to blood dripping it upon the ground that would soon swallow whole the giant of a beast.
No warning needed to be uttered to inform her to leave the immediate vicinity for the rounding about of the club had her backing up a few steps as it were. Somersaulting in a fashion backwards her hands found purchase and she settled down on one knee the weapon resting beside her as the ground churned. Breathing a sigh of relief and certainly not as winded as the Prince she was about to stand half returning his grin. That was until she spotted the goblin coming up behind him, she'd never reach him in time and she frantically looked about spotting the stone spear the other had dropped earlier.
"Vithkun!"
His name came from her lips as her hand found purchase and she rose to her feet raising it over her shoulder and in the same action bringing it back to catapult it just beside the edge of his hip. Had her aim been poor she might instead hit him but it rang true with the silent prayer that came across her lips and as it collided with the center of the goblin it was shorn from its chest to its back its spine displaced and bone appearing as it was cast backwards only stopped by the bramble behind it that held its form in a position as if it had been crucified. The very breath that had been calm only a minute before was released in such relief as she had not realized she had been holding it.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 18, 2018 7:58:37 GMT -8
Vithkun's eyes widened and he only managed to throw his gaze around before he realized his trouble. He reached for his sheathed sword realizing it might be too late when suddenly a spear pierced through the air and skewered the goblin as the brute force of the throw drew the goblin along with it and into a bramble behind him and Vithkun let out a deep sigh as he sheathed the sword he had not yet fully drawn and turned to Myra.
"Myra that was..." he said and frowned thinking of the chance she took, knowing the spear was only a few inches from hitting him. "That was absolutely amazing!" Vithkun said and stood up with a smile although suddenly he felt slightly dizzy as blood ran away from his head stumbling forwards a bit.
"Oh don't mind me... I'll be alright." he said dismissively if anyone did care. "More importantly... What in the world happened? Why didn't you wake me up, Myra?" he said crossing his arms not sure whether to be cross with her or not.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 18, 2018 17:37:53 GMT -8
Lucky, that was the word that came to mind that she did not utter for it was sheer determination and luck that her strike had landed so well. Not exactly practiced in the art of throwing a spear she had fairly good aim throwing just about anything else so she had relied on a good arm and otherwise good aim. Relieved herself she was ready for a lashing before he decided he was rather carelessly going to congratulate her instead of mock her. Grateful for only a moment as he stumbled she made her way to him her pace quickened by him being unsteady upon his feet. He regained an upright position just as she reached him.
His question prompted a somewhat sarcastic answer but all in the good humor they had expressed before around one another, “Because, your highness,” her right hand brushed a few strands away from his face in order to check on the placement of the needle. It had been dislodged but it did not make her reaching any less awkward as her fingertips touched bare skin, “You had been struck by a needle with something upon it to make you sleep.”
Either by him drawing back or her finding it missing she would say, “I did attempt to wake you and it appears to have been dislodged now but it was powerful enough to keep you under. Perhaps they found you the biggest threat.”
She was joking again with that last line but the dwarves would not think it a joke anymore as they began to work towards getting what supplies could be salvaged. Thankfully Uma had been attached to the other cart and the pony was unharmed.
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Vithkun Almear
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 437
Age: 84
Physical Description: Vithkun is a tall guy extending about 1.9 m in height and has long flowing white hair as is often seen in his family. He would appear to be around 30 years of age.
Clothes and Equipment: He is royalty and likes to show it which is why he wears a thing braided silver band on his head which value can likely not be descriped in mere numbers. In his travels he will go for his plated armor, one which is both extremely light and quite durable, enabling him to retain much of his agility. For more formal matters he prefers robes in various colors and patterns.
He carries his sword with him most of the time and it is a slim long sword forged by the elves. The metal - like his armor - is hard but light and the sharpness of its edge knows few peers. He carries a dagger of similar quality too.
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:46:39 GMT -8
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Post by Vithkun Almear on Dec 22, 2018 2:01:01 GMT -8
"A needle?" Vithkun said surprised had almost instinctively reached for the place on the neck Myra was trying to point at and in the process their hands would touch lightly - a small brush only - but enough to almost make Vithkun blush again. "That's odd, I can feel the sting now but I didn't feel anything when I was..." he said as if something suddenly dawned to him. "Oh..." Vithkun said and couldn't help but chuckle. "I think this one hit me last night. At some point I felt a sting right here thinking that it was a bug, but I guess it was too bad for them that the tea kept me awake even delaying the workings of the sedative." Vithkun said with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry of course I can't blame you for not waking me when this was what happened - my trusted subordinate." Vithkun teased Myra back. Perhaps Vithkun would have blamed her a little knowing she didn't initially pull it out, but he would have no way to know exactly what had transpired save for what she would tell him. "Was it... the troll that did that?" he asked and pointed at what was left of the cart thinking he might have been slightly careless trying to initially take it down in melee combat.
"Well let's grab what isn't broken and get moving." Vithkun suggested. "Also please let me have a look if you feel any bugs stinging." he said with a wry smile.
After this Vithkun would continue on his tempest horse after they passed through the hidden entrance and through a tunnel leading out on the other side. A few hours traveling more and they reached a small town as the sun started to set. Apparently this was the destination of the dwarves. "Seems like we better make halt here for the night before continuing tomorrow." Vithkun said as they rode into the old and crooked town - its brown and wry buildings telling tales about the unforgiving life out here and the whether was both cold and damp as the mist quietly rolled through the streets as few people roamed the streets.
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Myralthrine Host
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 478
Age: 56
Physical Description: Avatar is accurate, 5'6 height.
Clothes and Equipment: Wanderers cloak in a material resembling vantablack in that it does not appear to be a real color. Beneath it she generally wears black leather boots to her knee, charcoal breeches and shirt, both fitted, and black bracers upon her forearms. She carries a morningstar upon her hip and satchel that crosses over her shoulder and chest.
Allegiances: None
Registered: Aug 22, 2018 10:13:41 GMT -8
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Post by Myralthrine Host on Dec 22, 2018 13:00:27 GMT -8
Rolling her eyes when he called her a subordinate if any of the others had attempted such flagrant humor towards her own being she might have lost her temper. It had been tempered lately by Vithkun himself, his presence had quieted the storm that was within her over the last few weeks bring her to a point where her conflicting emotions were not involved in anger anymore. It was a toil within her soul to sort exactly what had occurred in a short period of time that had been shared but they also had not parted within any of that time. They had been by each others side and faced several situations that most would never see.
"He did," she commented on the cart one hand on her hip. Partially it was her fault, though the dwarves would never say it, it might have occurred no matter her attempt to distract the troll itself. Their safety had been her main priority and they had seen courage unlike any other, she had proven herself when she had taken the old path down to the trembling of the earth beneath their world. This would only prove her worth, Vithkun had yet to prove his but in an instant he had shown power and a terrific respect for the power of that very same earth.
"I think I can check myself," she was bending down to pick up a crate that had not been broken off the ground hefting it in her arms which his her face with her hair but there was a definite smile within her voice. Vithkun took to the Tempest but she took to Uma riding the grey mare. As they arrived at the border wall section they would rein in their horses for the night. The goblins being within their territory had been odd but not unheard of, they could slip past some of the defenses or travel through the mountains. The troll as well could have made it during the summer months and been biding its time.
Myra had been consumed with her thoughts at first. Uma was clearly used to following the tempest without pause and therefore she did not stray from the party. When they came upon familiar territory she was surprised to see the town so deserted. It was upon the border but the frank starkness compared to the vibrancy she remembered caught her off guard. Looking to the actual guard and then Vithkun she would say only to him in a whisper, “It’s as if the town itself has been emptied.”
Unless her memory betrayed her she felt cause for worry. It would take concentration to check on the very life force of whatever souls remained within the place itself without drawing undue attention from each one. It was like a small prick on the mind to feel her nudge while the floodgates of raw desire that accompanied her power were dammed. Strain around her eyes showed in the way they settled firmly on her lap not quite squinting but every muscle was tightened and her breathing had slowed every inspiration drawn out and every expiration held and released through pursed lips.
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