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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 13:03:22 GMT -8
Turning her attention towards the two bandits charging her, she pointed at the closest one and let loose a thunderstorm of electricity into him, the booming crack of thunder filling the air as his body was forced backward by the shock. The lightning then jumped to the next one in the same instant, tasering him in place and causing him to convulse as his electrical impulses were overwhelmed with power. Without touching the book, the pages began to flip on their own as Quis looked down at the pages they landed on, energy still pulsing between her fingers and the remaining gnoll. A blue aura began to form around her as it was apparent she was straining to hold both spells active at once. The first one hit was killed instantly, the sheer overload of electricity burning his chest and shutting down his body systems. The other who was hit with arcing lightning was paralyzed, stiffly flopping to the ground unconscious as his muscles began to spasm and twitch. @mirssa had a clear shot at the mage, she had expended her magic attacking the two who had rushed her, the time to shoot was now. With her steadied and prepared shot, she let the arrow fly for the halfling's torso. The steel tip could easily penetrate her thin armor, and the poison would easily paralyze such a small being like herself. @mirssa trusted her aim, and expected the arrow to find its mark perfectly. After firing, she went to stand up and approach the mage, regardless of whether or not her projectile hit. The arrow flew towards Quis, who only noticed the glimmer at the last second. The spell she was casting faded as she recoiled by putting her book up to block the arrow. With the arrow firmly stuck in the back of the tome, Quis pulled it loose and looked towards Mirssa with fury. "This was a gift from my father, you unwashed mutt!" She yelled. Flipping through some pages, she began to cast another spell, a strange purple light coalescing into the shape of a spear in front of her. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 15:26:49 GMT -8
The first one hit was killed instantly, the sheer overload of electricity burning his chest and shutting down his body systems. The other who was hit with arcing lightning was paralyzed, stiffly flopping to the ground unconscious as his muscles began to spasm and twitch. @mirssa had a clear shot at the mage, she had expended her magic attacking the two who had rushed her, the time to shoot was now. With her steadied and prepared shot, she let the arrow fly for the halfling's torso. The steel tip could easily penetrate her thin armor, and the poison would easily paralyze such a small being like herself. @mirssa trusted her aim, and expected the arrow to find its mark perfectly. After firing, she went to stand up and approach the mage, regardless of whether or not her projectile hit. The arrow flew towards Quis, who only noticed the glimmer at the last second. The spell she was casting faded as she recoiled by putting her book up to block the arrow. With the arrow firmly stuck in the back of the tome, Quis pulled it loose and looked towards Mirssa with fury. "This was a gift from my father, you unwashed mutt!" She yelled. Flipping through some pages, she began to cast another spell, a strange purple light coalescing into the shape of a spear in front of her. @mirssa , undeterred by not being able to successfully wound her target, kept walking towards her, getting quite close. She paid no mind to her enemy's insults, she wasn't going to be distracted. During her advance, she quickly nocked another poison arrow onto her bowstring and aimed for the halfling who was spellcasting, keeping her footsteps steady and slow while she calculated her aim. If this were to fail, she'd move to go in melee after firing. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 17:08:23 GMT -8
Arya would be able to see the other bandits approaching and beginning to flank her. This could very well turn bad quickly if she did not do something decisve. Her initial attack was blocked, so she would have to salvage something and take down the Kobold in front of her soon. She would let her blade clatter downwards and off the Kobold's shield, though she held her weapon low now, the tip of her sword below the Kobold's shield. As the kobold stepped forward to strike at her hip, so too would she step in, trading the blow to her plate armor for a more decisive blow of her own as she took the hit to get past his shield and stab him in the chest with her sword. The blow from the kobold would rattle Arya slightly but otherwise would nit cause very much damage beyond scratching the plate armor. The kobold was slightly pleased his strike connected, but then was saddened that the plate armor absorbed his hit. He tried to repeat his attack in the same location, but before he could act Arya Shieldheart 's sword intervened first. he tried to maneuver his torso out of the way of the incoming blade but he had to little room for maneuvering. The blade connected, and easily penetrated the light leather armor on his lower torso. Upon being stabbed near his left kidney, the bandit stumbled backwards and blood began to spill down his leg. He dropped his weapon to hold the cut, and he looked down the wound to inspect the severity of it. He stood there drowsy and stunned from the pain, as the damage done was major and he would soon bleed out. The gnoll on Arya Shieldheart 's right made an attack on her, swinging the mace up high and snarling, aiming to collide with the back of her head or neck. If the strike proved successful, it could incapacitate her or possibly instantly kill her. His shield followed up with the mace, ready to defend should she attack him. The kobold on Arya Shieldheart 's left also made tried to strike her, stepping in with her hammer. Aiming for the paladin's knee cap, she quickly swung to collide with the front of her joint. The downside of the quick and short attack was that is was not as strong as it could have been, but it was still worthy of doing damage to the woman and her armor. The female bandit's parrying blade stayed low to defend against any low swipes or kicks, but was lighter than a shield and could easily be raised to block a higher attack that may come her way. The goblin in the rear of the bandits had finished loading the crossbow and had now taken aim, even through his allies who were in close. |
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Arya Shieldheart
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Roleplay posts: 274 
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Mar 1, 2017 22:08:23 GMT -8
Arya would quickly pull her sword out of her previous foe, splattering the kobold's red blood across her golden sword and white armor and giving it a bit of a red decor. She did not have almost any time to react though before she was attacked from both flanks. In those few moments, there would be a subtle pulse of holy energy, that emanated from the gems set in her golden blade as she released her magic and suddenly it seemed the world was moving in slow motion for Arya. Her speed and reflexes were increased with the holy magic she cast, and this gave her just enough time to duck out of the way of the gnolls mace, though she would have to make some more sacrifices if she were to retaliate.
Just as the gnoll's attacked high and raised his shield she would duck low under his attack, her golden blade swishing through the air much faster than previously as it sought to slice right through the gnolls legs. In that same moment, however, the other koboldwould land her attack upon the paladin's knee. This attack would dent the armor, and make it difficult to move that joint.
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Roleplay posts: 81 
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 2, 2017 2:34:18 GMT -8
<Badger leaves towards Isra>
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2017 12:25:45 GMT -8
Arya would quickly pull her sword out of her previous foe, splattering the kobold's red blood across her golden sword and white armor and giving it a bit of a red decor. She did not have almost any time to react though before she was attacked from both flanks. In those few moments, there would be a subtle pulse of holy energy, that emanated from the gems set in her golden blade as she released her magic and suddenly it seemed the world was moving in slow motion for Arya. Her speed and reflexes were increased with the holy magic she cast, and this gave her just enough time to duck out of the way of the gnolls mace, though she would have to make some more sacrifices if she were to retaliate. Just as the gnoll's attacked high and raised his shield she would duck low under his attack, her golden blade swishing through the air much faster than previously as it sought to slice right through the gnolls legs. In that same moment, however, the other kobold would land her attack upon the paladin's knee. This attack would dent the armor, and make it difficult to move that joint. The impaled bandit had the sword in his gut wrenched out, and the bleeding increased. His arms went limp as he slowly fell towards Arya Shieldheart ’s feet. As the blood casually pooled around his cold body on the forest floor, it was quite clear that he was officially deceased. A goblin wielding a short spear and shield was behind him and would take up his dead friend’s position soon. The right side gnoll did not expect the paladin to use magic to speed herself up to evade his attack, and also to try striking him down low with extreme speed. His shield was nowhere near her sword arm, and thus, could not use it to defend himself, he would have to rely on the scattered bits of random armor on his legs. Luckily, Arya’s sword would definitely connect, but the gnolls generally wore heavier armor than the other races, her sword would meet against a small square of chainmail. Her sword lacked the power to split the mail, but because of her strong swipe and the gnoll’s balance being up so high, his legs were knocked away from under him and he’d be left with a bruise. He partially rolled midair, causing him to land on his back with a grunt. Physically, he was mostly unharmed, but for the moment he was stunned, vulnerable and trapped on the ground. The kobold on the right had no resistance incoming from the woman, and thus, she continued her assault without hesitation. She remained to keeping her profile and defensive stance down low, but only raised her hammer above herself. She made a downwards strike, aiming to bash in Arya Shieldheart ’s shoulder-pad. This attack was more well prepped and stronger than the last one, but the desired effect was the same. Should it do maximum damage, it could possibly dislocate the lady paladin’s shoulder, and jam the armor in place, but that was only if there was no defense made by Arya Shieldheart . The rearmost ranged goblin took his shot once the middle kobold had fallen, and the shot was clear. He had set his sights to hopefully connect with her center mass. He’d then begin loading another bolt into his weapon. The male kobold behind the male gnoll had sheathed his sword and took out an odd ceramic pot with runes of anti-magic engraved on it, once he noticed the reflex and speed increasing effect was her spell. The female gnoll behind the female kobold did the same shortly after. |
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Arya Shieldheart
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Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Mar 2, 2017 13:16:18 GMT -8
Arya's previous effect would continue to be in effect, and though the female kobold to her left was able to get one successful attack off, she would find herself severely outclassed in speed and unable to land any more attacks.
Arya would turn her body to attack the female Kobold, the crossbow bolt would hit Arya's plate armor not at center mass but at an angle, which caused it to deflect off the thick plating.
It appeared as no more than a blur of movement - Arya would turn and catch the hammer in the grasp of her free hand, just under its head and pull forward on it. The female Kobold would have no time to react to this as her attack was already in motion and would find herself falling forward off balance only to have Arya's sword come down toward's her neck in one quick killing blow.
Assuming this maneuver is successful, Arya would pull the now dead or dying female Kobold further off balance while stepping back a bit to deposit her on top of the still stunned Gnoll on the ground and delay him further while she moved to meet her new opponent wielding a spear.
Her advance was a bit slower and awkward given her damaged plate armor around her left knee, yet this did not detract from her intimidation factor as she gathered holy energy from the gems in her golden blade. Arya's eyes would glow in a golden light from behind her great-helm, and holy energy would begin to spring up from her sword occasionally in the form of golden bolts of energy.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2017 8:54:14 GMT -8
Arya's previous effect would continue to be in effect, and though the female kobold to her left was able to get one successful attack off, she would find herself severely outclassed in speed and unable to land any more attacks. Arya would turn her body to attack the female Kobold, the crossbow bolt would hit Arya's plate armor not at center mass but at an angle, which caused it to deflect off the thick plating. It appeared as no more than a blur of movement - Arya would turn and catch the hammer in the grasp of her free hand, just under its head and pull forward on it. The female Kobold would have no time to react to this as her attack was already in motion and would find herself falling forward off balance only to have Arya's sword come down toward's her neck in one quick killing blow. Assuming this maneuver is successful, Arya would pull the now dead or dying female Kobold further off balance while stepping back a bit to deposit her on top of the still stunned Gnoll on the ground and delay him further while she moved to meet her new opponent wielding a spear. Her advance was a bit slower and awkward given her damaged plate armor around her left knee, yet this did not detract from her intimidation factor as she gathered holy energy from the gems in her golden blade. Arya's eyes would glow in a golden light from behind her great-helm, and holy energy would begin to spring up from her sword occasionally in the form of golden bolts of energy. The new goblin in the middle who stood in the dead kobold’s place let Arya Shieldheart approach his fallen friend/him, as she moved forward he kept her at range, stepping back while thrusting the spear towards her midsection, aiming for in between the joints of her armor. The paladin had successfully dragged and dropped his dying female companion on top of him, but he had recovered enough to cushion himself from the limp body by bracing himself with his arm furthest from Arya Shieldheart . With his other hand that was still technically within striking range, he swiped with his shield/mace (doesn’t matter too much, desired effect is the same) at her the back or the side of her shins, hopefully putting her down on the ground with the combined impact of the spear. Surprised by Arya Shieldheart ’s quick grab, she lost her balance and stumbled towards her foe. She attempted to stab the parrying blade into one of her joints, but her accuracy was very poor while she was off balance. There was not much difficulty in jabbing the blade into the bandits flesh. Her knees fell limp as she began to choke on her own blood and lost grip of both of her weapons. Barely alive, (and for not much longer) she was thrown over and on top of her comrade on the ground, bleeding on him as she went quiet and shut her eyes, silently begging for mercy. The goblin had just finished loading a narrower bolt, hopefully better equipped to deal with the heavier armor that Arya Shieldheart donned. He took aim again, this time slightly lower in the torso. The two supporting each respective flank tossed their odd pots at Arya, one threw it directly at her face, the other immediately at the ground. Each jar contained a poisonous gas from in a magical swamp which caused burning of the lungs when one inhaled it and irritation of the eyes when it connected. It also was enchanted to possess the effects of antimagic in it’s area, causing Arya Shieldheart to no longer be able to use her magic. They would shatter on impact, releasing a thick green swirling smoke that climbed towards her face. While the bandits were also subject to its effects, they had experienced it before and could handle it. The male kobold behind the pinned gnoll drew a sword and shield, while the female gnoll behind where the female kobold was also drew her weapon, a single large club. |
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Mar 3, 2017 10:48:18 GMT -8
Arya's advance would be halted for the moment by the crossbow bolt which managed to penetrate the plate armor around her abdomen. This strike wouldn't be immediately lethal as only the tip of the crossbow bolt would penetrate past the armor and wound her. Though she would already begin to bleed from the wound, and it would bleed more when she pulled out the bolt, as it would restrict her movements within the armor otherwise. Arya would grunt, but otherwise not react to the bolt, as she had plenty of adrenaline running through her system at this point.
Letting out a fierce battle cry, Arya would raise her sword towards the sky, summoning a bolt of holy lightning that would smite the spear wielder in front of her before he could attempt to strike her, though moments later her attention would be caught by the gnoll still on the ground that she did not finish off, as he took a swing at her shin though did not manage to knock her down or her hurt all that much from his position on the ground. As she turned to finish him off, however, the two pots of noxious gas would find their marks, with one of them shattering upon the face of her great-helm. The gas would immediately effect Arya, though it did not seem to incapacitate her enough, as she would attempt to stab the gnoll on the ground and kill him before breathing in too much of the fumes.
Even if she managed to kill the rest of the bandits that surrounded her, however, she would find herself in a disadvantageous spot, as the fumes began to take their toll and cause her to cough uncontrollably after a few seconds of breathing them in. Her eyes as well would begin to water, and much to her dismay, she would find she could not draw any magical energy at the moment. This was bad as she couldn't move very far with her dented armor on her leg
This was bad as she couldn't move very far very fast with the dented armor on her leg restricting movement, and she couldn't well see where she was going as the noxious gas burned her eyes. She also couldn't stop coughing as her lungs began to burn. Either way, she knew she would have to escape this gas to live so she would pick a direction and forge on as best as she could. Her adrenaline was still high so the wound from the crossbow bolt didn't bother her much yet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2017 12:22:58 GMT -8
Arya's advance would be halted for the moment by the crossbow bolt which managed to penetrate the plate armor around her abdomen. This strike wouldn't be immediately lethal as only the tip of the crossbow bolt would penetrate past the armor and wound her. Though she would already begin to bleed from the wound, and it would bleed more when she pulled out the bolt, as it would restrict her movements within the armor otherwise. Arya would grunt, but otherwise not react to the bolt, as she had plenty of adrenaline running through her system at this point. Letting out a fierce battle cry, Arya would raise her sword towards the sky, summoning a bolt of holy lightning that would smite the spear wielder in front of her before he could attempt to strike her, though moments later her attention would be caught by the gnoll still on the ground that she did not finish off, as he took a swing at her shin though did not manage to knock her down or her hurt all that much from his position on the ground. As she turned to finish him off, however, the two pots of noxious gas would find their marks, with one of them shattering upon the face of her great-helm. The gas would immediately effect Arya, though it did not seem to incapacitate her enough, as she would attempt to stab the gnoll on the ground and kill him before breathing in too much of the fumes. Even if she managed to kill the rest of the bandits that surrounded her, however, she would find herself in a disadvantageous spot, as the fumes began to take their toll and cause her to cough uncontrollably after a few seconds of breathing them in. Her eyes as well would begin to water, and much to her dismay, she would find she could not draw any magical energy at the moment. This was bad as she couldn't move very far with her dented armor on her leg This was bad as she couldn't move very far very fast with the dented armor on her leg restricting movement, and she couldn't well see where she was going as the noxious gas burned her eyes. She also couldn't stop coughing as her lungs began to burn. Either way, she knew she would have to escape this gas to live so she would pick a direction and forge on as best as she could. Her adrenaline was still high so the wound from the crossbow bolt didn't bother her much yet. The center goblin stood little chance against a magical bolt of lightning. It struck him down from the skies and he died instantly, falling to the ground with no signs of life in his now charred body. The Gnoll who was pinned figured that his blind swipe at her leg would be to little effect. But when Arya Shieldheart went to try and finish him off by stabbing him through the chest, he still had the fallen body of another bandit on him, and that would help protect him. The lifeless body, her armor and his own armor would stop the sword from piercing all the way through, preventing injury to the gnoll on the bottom. The woman's sword did easily penetrate the gnoll's meatshield's armor and flesh but it could not make it all the way through. He did however feel the impact of the increased weight, and he was caught off guard and was unable to do anything else for the moment as he slowly also suffered the effects of the gas. When Arya Shieldheart started to limp away and disengage from the rest, it gave the female gnoll a perfect charge angle on the fleeing paladin. Sprinting towards Arya, she raised the club over her shoulder, and did a downwards leaping attack through the smoke towards her head and back. Her chances of hitting and doing damage were good, as Arya was open to attack, and the blunt trauma could ignore most of her armor. The goblin at the back stopped shooting. He put away the crossbow and unsheathed a crude sword, following behind the gnoll’s charge but skirting around the gas. The male kobold circled around his downed friends and the gas then tried to cut the paladin off, trying to prevent her from running further. He prepared his shield for an incoming strike. |
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Mar 3, 2017 13:36:56 GMT -8
Arya continued coughing as she hobbled forward, cursing under her breath between coughs when the male kobold with the shield appeared in front of her. Still, she raised her sword in a defensive stance to begin, her plan obviously to cut down the kobold in front of her and continue on. Her vision seemed to be a bit blurry at all times now, however, due to the gas. The paladin was also starting to get a bit fatigued at this point.
The coughing caused by the gas would cause Arya to not notice the female gnoll charging in from behind until a few moments before her attack connected, and this brief moment only afforded Arya the chance to whip around at the last moment in an attempt to defend herself, though the attack would still connect, hitting her in the shoulder and sending her tumbling to the ground. The damage caused by the club's brunt force through the armor would be substantial enough, though Arya did not feel it yet due to her adrenaline. Arya would slash wildly as she fell in a desperate move to counter attack.
Immediately, she would attempt to get up, though she found she could only use one arm, and her leg armor was still jammed. This would make it so it took a bit longer to regain her footing.
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Jin
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Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 5, 2017 17:37:16 GMT -8
It was off in the distance, yet even from where he was traveling, the sounds of clashing could be heard on occasion, faint whispers and echoes that haunt his ears. By now, the young man had presumed it to be just his ears playing tricks upon him, yet he took an alternate path, just to be sure. Andres adjusts his blackened cloak, tattered along the edges that trail downward, and hover near his knees. The bushes and thorn-laden shrubs had been harsh upon his person as he traveled along the road without much direction, but it would appear things were taking him further from his original destination. His onyx eyes adjust to the dim lighting as he traverses from a throng of trees, only to find his way back to the worn down, and well-traveled pathway. His right hand remained steady by his side, as if posed to quickly reach for his weaponry in the event of bandits or the like attempted to steal his life, and his eyes never remained on one direction for too long. The silence was often stifling however, and traveling alone for long periods of time were wearing down upon him. Sleep was a luxury that he couldn't afford, as letting his guard down entirely could wind up with him meeting an unfortunate end. Paranoia wafts about his person, choking his typically sound mind, and leaving his head to whip over his shoulders, as if he was being hunted.
He was but an average man, but he sought more than a mundane life of farming or becoming a merchant. No, his call laid before him in the distance, his eyes occasionally drifting to the skies as he sighs gently. He just needed to figure out where the hell he was going, first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 18:09:21 GMT -8
Perfect game. The man would find in due time he was being watched. Hopefully, after he'd already been beaten down and stripped of his valuables. There were three bandits already waiting in a tree just a ways up the road, prepared to drop in on his head. For the moment? It was just a matter of waiting.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 5, 2017 18:17:31 GMT -8
There's always an uncanny sensation that one receives when they're being observed, and even now, the wayward traveler could feel such eyes. His own shift about as he continues along the way, trees hanging over-head in their own menacing fashion, riddled with unseen assailants or traps that could be stowed away. Even so, Andres doesn't seem to pause in his step, though there was a cause for alertness as his attention drifts around him idly. Coming to an eventual halt once he suspects he's entered that 'point of no return', his standard blade would be drawn from its scabbard, held out before him in a defensive manner, both hands being utilized to grip the blade as his blackened cloak parts to reveal his bandaged right hand, and his lack of armor. His eyes gently lid, delving into a subtle crouch, and priming his senses in hopes of being able to predict where danger could potentially appear.
"Show yourself!"
Man, was he a cliche....
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 18:36:29 GMT -8
All three bandits were silently snickering, watching each other as they pointed and laughed at the guy below them. So paranoid. Well, he was right to be so but still - it was funny. They remain still for just another minute before releasing every hold - all three men, your classicly dressed road bandits, would descend upon Andres's head. One was aimed to land on the sword in hopes of taking it down and throwing off his balance, why the other two were aimed to land on either side of the guy to grapple him and try to rip him away from his weapon and to the ground.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 5, 2017 18:46:06 GMT -8
What he had suspected as a singular enemy had turned out to be a trio, his eyes notably widening as three shadows descend upon him in short order! His head shifts upward for a brief moment, before he attempts to kick backward - aided by the bandit from above. The two on either side of him would be more than close for comfort, but by utilizing his momentum, and the involuntary boost from his sword being landed upon and forcing his arms backward, he'd manage to momentarily distance himself from the trio. Shakily exhaling as his weapon is brandished before his person, he'd attempt to gain information on his opponents, spreading his feet apart as he slowly begins shifting about. He was already out-numbered, but if these bandits had form into a group, they were likely unskilled, or lacking in their ability to handle themselves! Even so, he wasn't worlds beyond them, and caution was a necessity. He'd push forward without warning, rebounding from his momentary distancing, attempting to surprise them by charging forward, and setting the pace of battle. The broadsword within his hand was most certainly larger than most weaponry, and despite his deceptive frame, he'd be able to swing it at surprising speed! Aiming to sever the head of the bandit upon his right side, he'd hope to remove one of them from the equation immediately!
Provided his assault had been successful, a splash of sanguine would mar the terrain, his once clean blade now dripping with excess blood as it stains the metal within his grasp. He wouldn't try reasoning with individuals like these, they were no different than wild animals in his eyes, and the only way to force such folk away was by force. He would not be dominated, and his eyes seem to 'spark' with life as the intensity around him increases. He was primed for this...But even if he manages to take them by surprise, injuries were bound to come his way.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 18:59:30 GMT -8
The trio found that he managed to slip out from their attempted fall, looking to chase right after him as he moved. But the only problem with that was that the sword was coming in just as quick - all three quickly ducked their heads with arms up protectively to protect their noggins. Unfortunately the one at the front of the charge would find the blade cutting into his arm rather than beheading him entirely - putting one of them on the ground, screaming and writhing in pain as crimson spilled. The other two stopped in their tracks, momentarily contemplating on how to handle this. Okay... plan B?
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 5, 2017 19:13:30 GMT -8
There was momentary hesitation from the marauders that attempted to rob him blind along the road, his intentions on striking down a bandit in one fell swoop ending up relatively...amiss! But an arm was just as good, lopping through the limb as he watches the dismembered limb plop along the terrain. He hops back momentarily once he manages to deal with one of the bandits, but continually remaining in the striking range of two with a weapon such as his would prove to be a bit dangerous. He expels a breath of air slowly, trying to maintain a calm disposition, despite the subtle quivering of his legs - a sign that he was prepared to leap or run in a given direction. He wasn't absolutely calm, and he could hear his heart beating against his chest incessantly. There were no magical powers to utilize here, nor anything miraculous to be utilized. It was him, his blade, and his enemies before him, and he had to take things in stride.
"I won't miss the second time. . ." He bluffs, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration as he maintains his awareness, looking about as his tenseness becomes apparent. Paranoid as he is, he wouldn't back down now that he managed to spill blood, there was confidence exuding off his person - but would it be enough to deter these scumbags?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 19:26:19 GMT -8
The two remaining exchange glances, their own forms still tense and ready to spring. They look to their fallen comrade, his arm having apparently been completely lopped off by the one swipe, and then back to each other. They look to the guy, thinking about what he might have on him by judging his appearance... and the way he held that sword...
... both of them turn tail and run, completely abandoning the poor dying comrade on the road. They weren't about to lose their heads, or limbs, over this.
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Jin
Established
Traveling.
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Late Teens in Appearance.
Physical Description: A relatively natural looking young man, with an athletic build. Nothing too out of the ordinary is apparent upon his person, outside of appearing sleep deprived on occasion. Onyx hair comes in a thick mane upon his head, accompanied with dulled black irises. His body is well trained, though not overtly muscular.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically wearing mundane traveler clothing, accompanied with a cloak, there's an overall lack of anything substantial. A broadsword is positioned along his back in a leather sheathe, the blade itself well-maintained, and made of natural elements (Steel and Iron). Overall, signs of a green-horn adventurer.
Player's online availability : Typically available throughout the day, though mostly after 4PM EST on weekdays.
Registered: Mar 5, 2017 17:16:06 GMT -8
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Post by Jin on Mar 5, 2017 19:40:39 GMT -8
An involuntary sigh of relief escapes his lips as he watches the bandits hesitate for a moment longer, before rushing off into the distance. His attention drifts to the bandit along the road, writhing in agony as he lowers his blade to a degree, slowly pacing towards them. A boot would wind back, aiming to collide it into the man's temple region, only to remove a strip of bandages from within his knapsack, to apply to his stump of an arm. He'd be handi-capped for the rest of his life, but he would probably be able to make it back to a town without dying from blood-loss, the bandages tightly woven around his stump in order to stem the bleeding. Once that was accomplished, weaponry and anything of value would be robbed from him - it was only justice to take from a thief, after all, right?
"Whew...That could've been ugly." He mutters, wiping sweat from his brow as he flicks blood off from his weaponry. It was time to continue moving, and with that racey venture, he was somewhat worried he'd come across a band of bandits he couldn't merely fight off as easily. Even so, he had to keep moving, as standing in one place would not be beneficial to his progress, not tactically sound. He'd have to invest in a horse at some point, but for now, he sets himself back on the path, regaining his breath all the while.
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