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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 19:56:28 GMT -8
Tucked away in a cavern hollow on the edge of a forest, the entrance sitting on the face of a sheer sided hill, lies a lair of sorts. The winding tunnel doesn't have to go too far beneath the ground or too far out before it gives out into a very small cave system - with evidence of living in the main chamber. Crude animal pelt bed rolls are laid out around a cooking fire, and a wooden table or two with some chairs sit around the heart of this den.
Two corridors snake off a short ways and open up to two small side chambers - one with a number of stolen goods and crates pinched from any number of attacked caravans, and the other holding a pair of old cages that are rusted and colored in dried blood from prior holdings.
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Princess Ashley
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Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 20:21:58 GMT -8
Ashley walked towards the entrance of the cavern, carrying several stolen goods in her arm.
"Would anybody in there be willing to make a trade?" She shouted into the cavern.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 20:33:57 GMT -8
With the sun on the descent but still in view, there was no motion visible near the mouth of the cavern. But Ashley would likely hear a subtle hiss from the darkness farther in, and then someone barked out to her.
"What you got there, lady?" snaps out a hard, male voice.
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Princess Ashley
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Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 20:39:43 GMT -8
"A lot of stuff. I have a jeweled axe, this crown, some rare spices, a cape, and some kind of funny looking egg."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 20:50:09 GMT -8
There is an eerie silence for the next few moments, and then the sound of footfalls on the earth and stone echoing up from the cavern mouth. The princess might be able to see a figure of a man walking near, but still staying in the dark away from the sunlight. She might see the motion of his arm - a gesture indicating for her to come inside.
"Alright, this way. Ya' got some nice things - ya' got my attention." Assuming she came along, he would wait until she was at his side before turning and guiding her further inside, standing just at her flank as they walked.
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Princess Ashley
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Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 20:54:13 GMT -8
"Alright." said Ashley, following.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 21:03:06 GMT -8
The bandit at her flank led her down into the dark, but it wasn't pitch. There were candles and lanterns mounted on the walls where the sunlight couldn't penetrate, and soon he brought the female into the opening den where he reside.
Where he and several others reside, lounging about below in the main chamber where the rock ramps descended to. With the appearance of their companion with the half goblin female, they stood up - a total of 6. Each of them rugged and ugly, crude with malicious stares. And each one smiling flashed a pair of fangs at their lips.
The one at her side didn't wait long. "Show us what ya' got, lass!" he laughs, palm snapping out in an attempt to shove her forward from the back and down into the mass of the men - where she would likely find herself being smothered and man-handled by three of them aiming to rob her off her goods, stolen and owned alike.
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Princess Ashley
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Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 21:10:01 GMT -8
Ashley jumped out of the way of the shove, struggling to keep her balance. She stood up and said "If any of you try anything funny, I think you'll find that it's not enjoyable to have your entire hideout blown to ashes."
She pointed to the backpack she was wearing and said "In this backpack are some of the most highly volatile explosives I own. One spark will result in all of you and your entire hideout blown sky high."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 21:26:04 GMT -8
As the female spoke, two more of the bandits were coming up the ramp towards her - still grinning with sick intent. The first one shrugs before leveling his hard stare and cruel smirk on her.
"Then we keep the pack from the fire. No worries. Show us what ya' got there," he repeats, gesturing to the goods she carried and then moving to stand between her and the exit as his pair of comrades come up close - looking to alleviate her of her burdens, with no concern or care for invasion upon her personal space.
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Princess Ashley
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 21:28:37 GMT -8
"If that's how you want to do it, very well."
Ashley took a small vial of powder with a fuse sticking out of it from her backpack. She held the fuse up to her cigar and watched as it went alight.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 21:43:45 GMT -8
Upon seeing the vial coming into play, one of the nearby bandits zipped forward in a blur - hand lashing out swiftly with intent to snatch her wrist and stop her from lighting the fuse before the threat became immediate. The second one would be on her right, making a pinch of sorts with the female between him and his companion - looking to grab her other arm and keep her from struggling or reaching for anything else.
The initial instigator sighs, bringing a hand up to run over his head - hair smoothed down by a bandanna to make an easy glide over his skull. "You ain't making this real fun or easy - if you ain't got any goods, then just git," he grunts, jutting his other thumb over his shoulder for the exit behind him.
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Princess Ashley
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 21:44:34 GMT -8
"Will you allow me to leave without stealing anything from me?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 21:51:54 GMT -8
The main man steps aside, clearly opening her path to freedom with nothing standing between her and the exit. With a motion of his hand, the pair holding her would release their grip on her arms and step back, giving her proper running room outside arm's reach. She had a clear, easy shot for the tunnel she arrived through.
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Princess Ashley
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: A small half-goblin girl with grey pupils, long messy brown pigtails, greyish skin, somewhat pointy ears, and noticibly sharp, slightly dsicoloured teeth.
Clothes and Equipment: Is rarely ever seen without a big fat cigar clenched between her teeth, the lit end glowing bright orange. Despite being a princess, her clothes are more fitting of a street urchin, being brown and ragged. She usually wears a ragged brown backpack filled with all manner of explosives, along with various other objects. She also has a heavy wooden mallet in her backpack that can catch fire without being consumed by the flames.
Registered: May 30, 2016 14:38:50 GMT -8
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Post by Princess Ashley on Jun 4, 2016 21:55:55 GMT -8
"Very well. I guess I'll take my things else where to trade." She tipped her hat before picking up the pile of things she had arrived with and leaving, unknowingly leaving behind a purple ermine cloak and an unlit explosive that resembled a flour sack with a fuse sticking out.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 4, 2016 23:01:19 GMT -8
Upon approaching the cave entrance, Captain Gothmog Bloodsail drew his cutlass, the long blade easily sliding free from the Captain's jeweled scabbard. Knowing that something dangerous was in here, he would begin to proceed cautiously forward, keeping quiet save for the occasional chug from the bottle of rum in his drinking hand. Should he not encounter anyone before getting to the evidence, he would replace the hand crossbow in its holster with the bottle of rum, drawing the hand crossbow to be completely ready to fight.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 23:09:55 GMT -8
If the Captain was careful, he would come to a bend in the tunnel that opened to the heart of the den and a solid number of six bandits within the chamber. Each of them were armed with any range of swords or daggers, some with faces covered. But it was apparent they were a rugged crew - and judging from a few rich bobbles and the keg of a brew they were drinking from by the mug, it was entirely possible they were responsible for the attack on the road.
" 'ey!" One barks out towards one leaned against a wall, who almost choked on his mug. "Bring that pretty lady out here - we could use the entertainment!" he laughs, indicating a crude gesture with a hand hiking up the buckle of the belt at his waist. His call was joined by a few chuckles from a couple others, who began to mutter amongst themselves as they tipped up their goblets.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
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Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 4, 2016 23:28:42 GMT -8
Well that was just not good conduct. Captain Gothmog Bloodsail had been around a long time, and knew exactly what they meant by "entertainment". And that was completely unacceptable. He stepped into the light, pulling the trigger on the hand crossbow as he did so to hopefully embed the speaking bandit in the mouth. His sword was at the ready but his mouth and body language suggested an easy-going friendly guy in spite of his words.
"Well now that's just not very nice eh lads? Jus' let the poor lass go, and we will not have any issues here alright?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 23:34:40 GMT -8
Suddenly the caller for the female found himself with a crossbow bold rending right through his open mouth and lodging in the back of his neck. He went down in an instant in a gurgling sound as blood spewed out past his lips. The terrifying part was the fact he didn't instantly die, but his motor functions were slowing to a stop as his hands scrambled over his throat while he struggled with the knowledge that he was dying... it wasn't a good feeling.
The other five suddenly sprung to life and scrambled to their feet, weapons coming to a draw and staring from their fallen comrade to the massive Orc that was standing at the entrance to their den. It would only be a moment of realization before they lunged at once towards him, climbing swiftly up onto the landing he stood on and rushing up the ramps with blades ready to rend and stab. One came from each side and the other three charged head on directly for him.
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on Jun 5, 2016 0:28:24 GMT -8
The moment of realization was unnecessary for the one doing the killing, and the inexperienced bandits would suffer for their hesitation. He stepped into the closest one, putting his back to the wall and slashing downwards, hopefully slamming his cutlass into the forehead of that particular bandit. With his other hand he would swap the hand crossbow and the bottle, ready to smash the now empty bottle into the head of the first person to attempt to hit him, his longer reach hopefully giving him the advantage.
"Alright ya lily livered sons of bitches, don't say I didn warn ya."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2016 0:37:09 GMT -8
The moment, indeed, cost them. It was enough to give the Captain legroom, and one of the intended side attack bandits found his skull cracked open and rend in two by that cutlass due to the immense power the Orc carried. His body slide down into a pitiful slump on the stone as he, too, died just as slowly.
Two of the three mid attackers rushed close with intent to drive daggers into the knees and calves of the massive man, while the third made a flying lunge with a straight sword with intent to stab him right in the skull - every one roaring in fury and sneering, allowing their fangs to be easily visible in their rage.
The one furthest away on the other ramp stopped, realizing that this was bad. Taking the coward's way out, he changed direction and rushed straight for the branching chamber out of the main den - at least if he could get to the lady they snatched, he had a hostage to guarantee his way out.
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