Asger
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Post by Asger on Nov 22, 2017 16:57:31 GMT -8
“Shyiit.” Said Asger as he broached the hill. Such scenes were what Asger had come to this land for, but seeing it now, in his weakened state, made him uneasy. From the carnage down below it was apparent that the orcs had won the initial skirmish and now held the guard towers.
His attention was drawn to the column of soldiers waiting beyond they tower. “Thing is, we're on the wrong side of the line.” He paused and thought the situation over. The orcs had overrun the guard towers and would likely be full of bloodlust at the moment, ready for the next fight. The Isrian soldiers had larger numbers, but the orcs held superior strength and positioning. The question was whether the orcs would leave their position or not. Orcs seemed more likely to charge, but it all depended on the leader. A glimmer of a plan started to form.
“I recon the orcs will be too caught up with that column to the front to notice us sneak in from behind. Perhaps we can do something useful from within the tower. Just don't want to be noticed too soon. Or at all if it can be helped. You get me?” Asger, knowing little of Dirk's fighting ability, could only be bolstered by the other man's resolve.
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Dirk Smithson
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Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 22, 2017 20:39:24 GMT -8
If Asger knew little of Dirk's fighting ability, he surely knew even less of his sneaking. He was fairly certain a dragon would have an easier time sneaking into that tower, but then the orcs were shouting, hooping and hollering, focused on the battle before them. "Alright, I think I can do that" Dirk agreed, unslinging his morningstar. He didn't know what his companion's plan was, but he hoped it went well for both of their sakes. Staying low he trudged through the plains, hoping that the orcs hadn't established any sort of scouts, and that the night might be enough to hide him if they had. The racket he made on the way was far from reassuring, but fortunately the sounds of battle soon overwhelmed it. The orcs wouldn't be hearing them at least. |
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Asger
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Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
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Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 23, 2017 2:48:42 GMT -8
“Stay close.” Asger whispered. The combination of their weapons would work well in a fight. Asger had his shield strapped to his left arm, rusty spear in the right.
Asger ran towards the tower. Perhaps not too sneakily. But the plan hinged on the orcs not looking behind themselves. In the dark they might even be mistaken for orcs themselves. Asger took that into consideration for the fight to come. The pair were in a position where they could choose either side… Not that Asger relished negotiating with an orc. Siding with the Isrians was likely to be much more beneficial in the end. If he were able to make it to the tower unnoticed Asger would stop at the side of the door and cautiously peer inside.
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Cinder
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Roleplay posts: 14 
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
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Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Nov 23, 2017 22:38:43 GMT -8
Cinder wake up from her nap inside a dark sticky place, forgetting where she was, she makes her way upwards until she can get out. Once outside she'd look around and twitter in confusion. Her noises should be enough to alert Asger and Dirk to her presence, which should be a surprise to them in a sneaky situation like this.
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Nov 24, 2017 11:07:51 GMT -8
Sadly without the space to use their to try and out maneuver the orcs, even though the sheer numbers would render the tactic useless, the soldiers fell to their superior might. Though they died heroically the tower garrison fell without taking a single orc with them. One archer of the second tower did however manage to put three arrows into the same orc, even through all the stones and such that was pitched in her direction. The fourth and hopefully fatal arrow was sadly not launched before she found his doom. Godfrey's forces came into view of the tower just in time to watch the finishing of the siege and subsequent bum rush of orcs. Godfrey frowned deeply as the fates of those within were quite obvious. Godfrey dismounted into the columns proper and left his horse behind, ready to come at a mere whistle if needed, and quickly ordered his soldiers to hold position. He grabbed a horn from waist and blew it, a mighty tune to announce to the orcs that they were there. A challenge to them, something orcs simply shouldn't ignore. The front two rows prepared to fire their crossbows. The foremost kneeling and pointing their powerful ranged weaponry in the orc's direction. The third row, which Godfrey was in the midst of prepared to rush the gaps between the columns after the crossbows had been fired. War hammers and shields at the ready. Godfrey himself ready with his sword and shield. Godfrey had no words for his men. No great speech was needed for the coming fray, only the orders to slaughter these orcs with as little casualties as possible. The orcs rose to the occasion magnificently, horns braying out across the fields to the other pillaging orc parties, who began to converge. The largest group were a ways off, but the first group would be on them in seconds after the soldiers finished assembling. They paid no heed to tactics, the biggest among them shoving the others in the soldier's direction. |
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General John D. Godfrey
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Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Nov 25, 2017 10:30:11 GMT -8
Godfrey's soldiers waited just a moment, then fired their volley of crossbow bolts. Larger and more powerful than the arrows that seems to fail to drop Orcs easily were sure to have a much grander affect on the charging brutes. No sooner than the twangs of the crossbows fired did the third and fourth columns rose up between the rows and the two columns of crossbow wielders fell back to reload. Godfrey was now at the front with his soldiers. Shoulder to shoulder, shield to shield. Hammers at the ready, they prepared to take the charge and hold the line.
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Dirk Smithson
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Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 25, 2017 13:35:14 GMT -8
Dirk's attempts at stealth were all but lost when he glanced back at Asger, eyes growing wide as saucers when the strange green flame arose from the bag of pies. Was that... "A ghost!" Dirk declared, pointing at the little ball. Thankfully the noise from the nearby battle disguised his own exclamation, but it didn't help that he nearly fell over in his attempt to scramble backwards. He'd heard stories of spirits that look like little balls of fire leading people to their deaths. Did that mean he'd die if he went into battle? This certainly wasn't an opportune time to be doubting oneself, but he could hardly ignore the Cinder now knowing that it was haunting them. |
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Asger
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Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
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Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Nov 25, 2017 16:12:56 GMT -8
“Huh!” Asger exclaimed as he threw the empty sack away from himself, just in case there were any more spirits. He stumbled backwards through the broken door of the tower, which appeared to be empty of any orcs, though Asger was not certain of this. Panic flared as Asger looked around the towers first floor. They had not been attacked yet so that was good. But what was this spirit doing here? It didn't look dangerous, but Asger had never seen anything like it. He made the old hand gesture that his grandma had taught him to ward off evil. “What do you want?” He said, feeling stupid for talking to a floating ball of fire. Despite the surprising appearance of the ghost Asger was still thinking on their present situation. Seeing the fallen soldiers, a completely insane plan came into his head. Diverting his attention from Cinder for now, Asger began to strip a dead borderguard of his uniform. |
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Cinder
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
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Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Nov 27, 2017 21:25:24 GMT -8
"Hi-hi!" Cinder squeaks and hovers near the sack, she sniffs around it and takes a peek inside to see if there was any pie left. Even though she looked like a little fire, she did not actually burn like a flame. Afterward, she returned her attention to the meat men and was curious what they were up to. The wisp inches closer and tilts itself as an inquisitive gesture. "Hiii?"
They seemed spooked by her, or at least that's what she assumed. Cinder wouldn't do anything aggressive, wanting no quarrel with the larger creatures. She would still remain near the two men though, wanting to see what sort of shenanigans they're up to.
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Dirk Smithson
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Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Nov 29, 2017 13:10:39 GMT -8
While the two men weren't short of shenanigans, the sight of the "ghost" Cinder had shaken Dirk badly. When Asger moved towards one of the towers, however, he recognized the need for haste. This little creature may be haunting them, but they'd be the ones doing the haunting if these orcs caught sight of them. Following Asger to the tower he readied his weapon, peeking inside as he cautiously edged in, prepared to clobber any unsuspecting orcs that might be within. Fortunately, such a thing was unnecessary for now. His brow furrowed as he looked as his companion stripping a guard. "I'm all for lootin', but I dun think orc's gonna care much if we're disguised." he reasoned, not knowing Asger's plans. Kneeling down he pried a crossbow from a corpse's fingers, yanking it away as he checked it. Crossbows weren't cheap, but they were easier to use than bows, right? After unbuckling the quiver and rolling the corpse over, he strapped it onto his own waist instead, loading the bow after a few tries. "Sounds like things're heatin' up out there" he warned. If they had a plan they'd better start it quickly. |
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Asger
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Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
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Post by Asger on Nov 29, 2017 21:16:12 GMT -8
“This is a perfect time to ‘join’ the Isra guard. Help me get this armor on.” Asger had stripped the dead guard and was in the process of donning the uniform. “You in?” Asger, who might be a little too crazy at the moment, gestured to another guard who’s face was split in two leaving the uniform intact. Asger wasn’t really sure what his ultimate goal was, but if he could insinuate himself as a member of the Isrian army there were sure to be opportunities to be had. He hadn’t bothered checking the rank of the soldier he was to become. Wondering if his luck was up still he looked at Cinder.
“Ummm, Hi? Can you, uh, watch the door and tell us if anyone is coming? Uh, please?” He pointed towards the northern door so there was no confusion. Asger's heart pounded at the risk of literally being caught with his pants down. He had tried some crazy schemes in his time in the low lands but this had to be the most mental. He was banking on the Orcs losing the fight. "If the orcs are routed we can pick off the stragglers and become heroes or something. Shit," He muttered as he fumbled with the first piece of armor.
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Cinder
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
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Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Dec 1, 2017 22:00:03 GMT -8
Cinder starts to understand the situation, she had seen it I the Ethereal Realm. The men must be scavenging off the other creatures' kills and they were trying to harvest while the orcs were distracted. However when they don't actually eat the corpses she becomes slightly confused. She tilts her head wondering what they were actually doing.
"Huh? Ohh, Otay!" Cinder floats over to the north entrance as suggested, bobbing up and down in the air. While on lookout she quietly hummed the melody that she felt in her small body. Whatever this game was, Cinder was looking forward to seeing what happens. She doesn't know the rules yet but she's happy to be included.
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Dirk Smithson
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Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Dec 1, 2017 23:00:53 GMT -8
As Asger detailed his insane plan, Dirk scratched the back of his head. "I dunno, I ain't join the army for a reason" he explained, though when his companion asked for help he stepped up, assisting to strap on the armor. Besides, the idea of stripping off his armor, putting on a dead guy's uniform and refitting his armor seemed like a great moment for an orc to show up and club him to death. Glancing over at the door as Cinder approached his he uneasily turned his attention back to the bandit he was helping get armored up. "Don't wanna tell ya how to do yer job, but maybe the glowin' ball s'posed to lead people places ain't what we should use to keep people out the door?" he asked uncertainly. Once he fastened the final strap on Asger's armor he stepped back to admire his handiwork. At the very least Asger might fit in, and killing the remaining orcs actually did seem like a sensible plan that might very well let them live and get paid to boot. Heading up the circular staircase to the landing that provided a arrow slot to peer through he tried his best to make out what was happening in the battle at the next tower. "Think the soldiers're winnin'!" |
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Asger
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Roleplay posts: 92
Clothes and Equipment: Full armor
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Registered: Feb 6, 2017 22:06:38 GMT -8
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Post by Asger on Dec 2, 2017 0:57:03 GMT -8
“I’m sure it will be fine.” Asger waved off Dirk’s unease at their strange look out. The armor certainly didn’t fit perfectly, but he would be able to fight with it. Discarding his spear he searched the tower for another, less rusted one. Catching his reflection in a polished shield Asger noticed his gaunt face, unkempt hair, and scraggly beard. He wondered briefly what the hell he was doing. But there were more than a few ways a man in uniform could take advantage of his position.
Asger remained down below to hold the door as Dirk went upstairs, “I fukin’ well hope the soldiers are winning. It would be a lot harder to join the orcs side now.” He returned his attention to the flame spirit. “Say, just what the hell are you anyways? Know anything about fighting?”
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Cinder
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Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Newforged
Physical Description: Cinder's body is made of mana in a fiery green form. She is the size of a golf ball.
Player's online availability : If you tag me I'll know right away and check in
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 18:18:07 GMT -8
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Post by Cinder on Dec 6, 2017 16:47:27 GMT -8
“I’m sure it will be fine.” Asger waved off Dirk’s unease at their strange look out. The armor certainly didn’t fit perfectly, but he would be able to fight with it. Discarding his spear he searched the tower for another, less rusted one. Catching his reflection in a polished shield Asger noticed his gaunt face, unkempt hair, and scraggly beard. He wondered briefly what the hell he was doing. But there were more than a few ways a man in uniform could take advantage of his position. Asger remained down below to hold the door as Dirk went upstairs, “I fukin’ well hope the soldiers are winning. It would be a lot harder to join the orcs side now.” He returned his attention to the flame spirit. “Say, just what the hell are you anyways? Know anything about fighting?” Cinder squeaked and looked back at Asger who was now dressed in the dead man's outfit. She takes a moment to process the sounds made by the human before responding. "Cinder is a Wisp! From Etherealm!"
She had to think for a while what 'fighting' meant and comes up with the conclusion that she has been in a fight before with a cat. "A little! When I first come, there was a creature that wanted to fight me. Scary! Cinder got away though, yay!"
As the wisp became more exposed to the Overworlders' language she would become more proficient in putting sentences together that matched the thoughts she wanted to convey. |
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Dec 6, 2017 17:03:52 GMT -8
Godfrey's soldiers waited just a moment, then fired their volley of crossbow bolts. Larger and more powerful than the arrows that seems to fail to drop Orcs easily were sure to have a much grander affect on the charging brutes. No sooner than the twangs of the crossbows fired did the third and fourth columns rose up between the rows and the two columns of crossbow wielders fell back to reload. Godfrey was now at the front with his soldiers. Shoulder to shoulder, shield to shield. Hammers at the ready, they prepared to take the charge and hold the line. The first wave, significantly diminished by the hail of bolts, which indeed seem to fare better than the arrows. When they struck true, the orc was felled, but superficial wounds seemed to be shrugged off in their battle rage. The first wave crested and slammed into the steadfast line of Isran soldiers, the screams and howls of the orcs crescendoing into an almighty crash as they collided. The first wave broke quickly, whittled down by the crossbows, but on its heel was the second wave, smashing through their comrades and forcing them forward again, once more into the Isran Line. |
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General John D. Godfrey
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Gloria Isra!
Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6 foot 2, the man has an intimidating build of muscle. His dark hair is trimmed and his face is coated in stuble. He green eyes are strong and calm. The left side of his face has a managierie of scars from an magical explosion that riddled his helmet.
Clothes and Equipment: Out of battle the man wears a simple cotton tunic and dark trousers, normally he wears a brown leager coat and boots. He always keeps his longsword with him.
In battle he weres the uniform of the Isranian military, a full set of higher quality armor in his case as his rank of Major affords it so. He brings a greatsword into the fray along with his longsword, dagger, shield.
Registered: Oct 5, 2016 9:26:36 GMT -8
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Post by General John D. Godfrey on Dec 6, 2017 19:34:59 GMT -8
With the first wave's successful diminishing it was a simple task, even against such brute, to hold the line. However as the second wave of orcs slammed into them, along with the few remaining of the first wave, the line staggered. It was only for a moment that that impact of flesh and steel on Isran steel stunned them but it was enough for several of the soldiers, especially those that were not as experienced in combat to suffer some grievous wounds and even death.
Godfrey made a bold move and let loose his shield from the phalanx right as one orc was rushing and let the savage beast into the formation. Godfrey quickly shouted to it the only phrase he knew in orcish, something he picked up from a book he once read on orcs that had stuck in his mind as the best and least bloody way to deal with them. "Lutaum Zotan-lufutatar!" Battle the Warchief. A simple challenge to fight their leader, if they had one, that should according to that book lead to the orc's retreat if the challenger won. Though not everything in books is as accurate as they portray.
Still inside the formation three separate soldiers trained their crossbows on the orc
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Dirk Smithson
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Confessing
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 32
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, heavy set, but muscular. Often wears heavy armor and uses a morningstar, but isn't overly attached to any one weapon. His face is often bruised from battle, though he's been able to keep most of his features intact.
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Clothes and Equipment: A heavy suit of armor and no weapons.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Nov 16, 2017 20:23:26 GMT -8
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Post by Dirk Smithson on Dec 6, 2017 20:13:46 GMT -8
The din of the battle formed the backdrop of their conversation as Dirk descended the stairs, looking past Asger at Cinder. His brow wrinkled with confusion at the creature's explanations. "I don't trust it." he informed his human companion, as if he hadn't made such a fact abundantly clear. Heading to the door past the little fire he peeked outside of it at the carnage. As the second wave hit the Isran guard, his confidence in their total victory began to waiver. "I dunno, mate, those orcs're lookin' mighty tough. Maybe we ought to just creep outta here and find somewhere more quiet-like? Not like guard're gonna stop us anytime soon." he added, nudging the boot of a corpse with his foot. Kneeling down he collected a few more bolts off the guards, stuffing his smaller quiver a little overfull before taking out a filthy handkerchief. Yanking a leather strap off of a boot he collected several bundles more, typing them together and putting them in the pack. "Won't do ta let these go ta waste," he added as he began checking the corpses pockets, pulling out some spare pocket change he glanced at the Will o' the Wisp. "Keep an eye out." he instructed. Some matches, scattered coin, lint. Grunting, Dirk got to his feet, heading to Asger and sort out the coins into two even piles, though that barely left pocket change for each, "'ere, now let's get the 'ell outta 'ere." |
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Asger
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Post by Asger on Dec 6, 2017 22:12:25 GMT -8
“Fine by me,” Asger said, deftly pocketing the coins. He looked at Cinder, “My name is Asger and I for one wouldn’t mind your company. You seem harmless enough. Weren’t sent by some government where you? Just don’t expect us to wait around for you.” The thought of having a spirit on his side gave Asger many ideas. It could at the very least cause a distraction. Maybe they could train it? He wondered if it were able to actually light stuff on fire. Though he had never encountered such a being before Asger had heard that such things were more common in these lands, “You’re not the superstitious type are ya, Dirk?” Without any more talking Asger left the guard tower and began taking the long way around the battle, sticking to the shadows were possible. He didn’t want to be caught by any retreating soldiers or orcs. It seemed that his luck really had changed. He had two new companions, a small bit of gold, and the means to get more. If only he could find some food. <Exit Scene> |
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Evil Monsters and Hordes
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: Fuck you
Physical Description: NPC Account to represent a myriad of evil creatures, monsters, bandits, supernatural beings, etc.
Registered: May 7, 2017 13:50:05 GMT -8
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Post by Evil Monsters and Hordes on Dec 9, 2017 8:04:43 GMT -8
With the first wave's successful diminishing it was a simple task, even against such brute, to hold the line. However as the second wave of orcs slammed into them, along with the few remaining of the first wave, the line staggered. It was only for a moment that that impact of flesh and steel on Isran steel stunned them but it was enough for several of the soldiers, especially those that were not as experienced in combat to suffer some grievous wounds and even death. Godfrey made a bold move and let loose his shield from the phalanx right as one orc was rushing and let the savage beast into the formation. Godfrey quickly shouted to it the only phrase he knew in orcish, something he picked up from a book he once read on orcs that had stuck in his mind as the best and least bloody way to deal with them. " Lutaum Zotan-lufutatar!" Battle the Warchief. A simple challenge to fight their leader, if they had one, that should according to that book lead to the orc's retreat if the challenger won. Though not everything in books is as accurate as they portray. Still inside the formation three separate soldiers trained their crossbows on the orc The orcs paused in their battle frenzy, the challenge indeed ringing out as the massive form of the orc warchief stepped forward, snarling at his tribe to back off. "You would challenge me? You are braver than the rest. HE HAS INVOKED THE RIGHT OF TRIAL BY COMBAT." Yelled the Chieftain in his guttural version of the common tongue, drawing his massive greataxe and stepping forward as the other orcs formed a circle. "You speak our language human, do you know the rules?" |
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