Bone Scavengers
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Post by Bone Scavengers on Apr 6, 2016 15:38:01 GMT -8
All five heads spun around as Sidarin's arrow made a "THOCK" noise, embedding itself into its target's shoulder blade. The man cried out, and the others started to move to help him, or find better cover. Spectre was already upon his prey, preventing the second painted man from getting far. The wolf's powerful jaws closed around the man's forearm, a muted snapping noise accompanying his scream as his ulna shattered under the pressure.
The scavenger that had been attempting to flank Catriona was running back towards the one who took Sidarin's arrow, while the one that had been creeping up to her position dove for cover near the rib cage, just feet from the hidden huntress. The one left, the middle of the three that had been hunkered down, charged Spectre with his stone axe lifted high for a downward strike.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 10:15:15 GMT -8
With the sudden explosion of action and noise, Catriona's head would come up with a wide stare from beneath her hood. Was this a third party? And he had openly attacked the scavengers, where she only wanted to scare them off. What in the hell was going on? She was forced to disengage from this, lest she became a target to either of them. Her movements were swift and fluid; a leap brought her out of hiding and well up the rounded side of the dragon ribs, which she quickly scaled to the top where the bone tips were thin. Before risking stepping on them and having them break, she changed direction and followed along the ribs to the chest, and made a leap for a nearby tree.
Cover was going to be important here. And an overhead view would grant her an amazing position to witness the squabble and pick out a target. She was almost at home in the branches of the towering earth giant, hands and legs working in unison to bring her around and higher, where picking her out through the brush would be difficult. Medrod was still aloft, watching the chaos unfold below - and Artair had already moved off into the dense embrace of the forest for safety. The horse was not one for conflict.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151 
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 7, 2016 15:45:05 GMT -8
Sidarin observed the woman fleeing just out of the corner of his eye. Well there was his good deed for the day. He returned complete focus to his next shot. One of the scavengers was charging towards the group of three. He was a good shot but not good enough to guarantee a non lethal shot on a moving target. He could try for a leg shot, but he didn't like taking chances. Instead he lead his target and let loose aiming for center mass. Hopefully the man didn't take the arrow in the heart or stomach.
Specter did something no wolf should be smart enough to do. The great beast jerked his head to the side. This forced the scream man whose arm the wolf just broke to jerk forward. The man fell right into the path of the charging man with the stone ax. Then Specter released the arm and jumped backwards, not wanting to be caught in the mess of tangled limbs he expected to see soon.
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Bone Scavengers
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Post by Bone Scavengers on Apr 7, 2016 18:49:54 GMT -8
Sidarin's second target saw the ranger just as he loosed the arrow. The painted man jumped forward, but not in time to prevent the arrow from striking him in the right pelvis. The shot would not be deadly, but it would be incredibly painful and prevent any aggressive movement Sidarin needed to worry about.
The wolf's actions would indeed confuse both the charging scavenger and the one he had bitten. The man attacking the wolf was able to swing his weapon away from his ally, but his momentum caused him to trip and tumble into broken-armed man's legs, taking them both down.
Sidarin's careful strategy had rendered three men unable to participate in combat and one momentarily downed.
The last scavenger, the one that had been looking for cover by Catriona, would spot her as she climbed up onto the rib cage. Believing the two hunters were allies, the man clambered up onto the rib cage, speeding after her, unconcerned about the old bones giving way beneath him. Catriona would see the painted man charging her with a long bone knife held read for assault. But that assault would never come.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 7, 2016 18:57:37 GMT -8
The drake, having hidden itself between two giant rib bones and a dense thicket, saw the painted human running along the bones towards the human it had been trying to communicate with earlier. It seemed to have one of those sharp things that humans so often liked. Was its intent to attack his human? Should he wait to find out? If both humans turned on him, he would be hard-pressed to fight them both back. But if he didn't attack that painted human now, it might hurt his human.
Darting out from his hiding spot, the drake unfurled his wings and launched himself forward into the air. He flew almost straight up, through a gap near the spine of the rib cage the painted human and his human were on. The drake came up right between them and then launched forward towards the charging painted human. Rather than try to attack it with his claws, which would be largely ineffectual at his size, he spat a gout of green gas into the painted human's face as he dodged nimbly to its side.
The blast hit the painted human straight on, burning its face and eyes. The painted human stumbled, losing its footing, and tumbled forward, its leg sliding between two of the giant rib bones it had been running on. The human's knife went flying away as it fell through the hole, its limbs a tangled flurry trying to both wipe the gas from its eyes and stop itself from falling. A loud "PONK" sounded as the human's head smashed against one of the bones, and it when it finally hit the ground beneath the rib cage, it was no longer moving.
The drake quickly flew back over to Catriona, landing next to her and eyeing the current scene for more attackers.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 19:08:14 GMT -8
In her flight she could see she had a pursuer that was armed - this was bad. But at least she got up into the tree where he would have some difficulty reaching her, unless any of them were as nimble climbers or the newcomer could strike her with an arrow. But up on a perch overhead she could see the madness that was taking place.
She never wished any of these defilers death, and here Sidarin was inflicting injury in accompaniment with the wolf. Her hands moved quick to bring her bow back into her hand and three arrows in the draw grip. She nocked one and required only fractions of seconds to find her mark with a quick sweep of her storm grey eyes - aiming to embed the arrowhead into the earth right before the wolf, between the beast and the two scavengers in a tangled mess. This was a warning and hopefully a distraction to draw the wolf off. The second arrow was fired in rapid succession, with aim to find the earth beside the pair the wolf brought to the ground - another attention grabbing attempt. If she could stall them a moment it might quiet the chaos.
The third arrow was drawn just as quickly but held - aimed directly for Sidarin's skull. She hoped he would take notice and draw his attention to where she was and the threat she posed. She just hoped it would be enough - if he still fought... she would have to try and stop him by other means should the bluff fail.
The drake's appearance threw off her focus for just a moment when it landed before her initial draw, but kept calm... it wasn't attacking her - on the contrary, it attacked the one attempting to pursue. When it posed no threat to her she was able to bring her focus where it needed to be - in the heated engagement.
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 7, 2016 20:10:10 GMT -8
Sidarin nearly dropped his boy when the little green drake appeared. What in the blazes was that thing and what was it doing? He watched as it breath some kind of acid mist into the last scavenger and then flew up to the woman. The woman who then fired an arrow at Specter, one at the men on the ground, and then aimed one at him. Was she just a really bad shot? Or was she trying to stop the fight? Well either way he wasn't about to risk getting an arrow in his skull. The ranger sets down his bow and raises his hands. He lets out a sharp whistle before he speaks.
"Is this the thanks I get for saving your life? Or are you going to tell me you could have taken these guys?"
Specter does not fall upon the uninjured man as was the wolfs original plan. Instead he sits on his haunches and eyes him. Should the scavenger start to get to his feet the beast would growl. If he actually tried to stand up the wolf would fall on him.
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Bone Scavengers
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Post by Bone Scavengers on Apr 7, 2016 20:30:16 GMT -8
The uninjured scavenger facing Spectre picked himself out of the tangle that he and his ally had become. He looked at the heeled wolf, then at Sidarin, then back to the wolf, and decided to drop his axe and keep to the ground.
The scavenger that had suffered Spectre's attack groaned loudly, holding his bleeding and broken arm to his chest and propped himself up against the berm he had been hiding behind.
The arrow jutting from the third scavenger's pelvis kept him mostly immobile, preventing him from crawling and putting any weight on his right leg. He turned on his back and laid there, holding the wound to prevent further blood loss.
The fourth scavenger, the one Sidarin had hit in the shoulder with his opening shot, seemed to be a little more energetic. Seeing Sidarin lay his bow on the ground, he picks up his stone axe with his left hand and charges the ranger.
The man that had tried to assault Catriona remained unconscious beneath the skeleton he had fallen through.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 7, 2016 20:33:11 GMT -8
The drake wasn't sure what was going on, but it seemed that these humans with painted skin were being attacked by another human with a stick shooter. Somehow his human had gotten caught up in the middle of it. He craned his neck to look back at his human, who had her own stick shooter pointed at the other stick shooter human. Was this new human a threat too? He would keep a wary eye on the situation.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 10:26:26 GMT -8
Catriona parted her lips to speak but went dead silent - her sights shifted when one of the scavengers made to his feet and charged for the man. Her aim swiftly changed - the arrow was fired with a precise aim to strike the head of that stone ax. If he didn't drop it, she hoped it would at least startle him into stopping his charge. Regardless of the outcome, her hand snapped to the thigh holstered quiver in a blink for another three arrow rapid fire. Nock, draw and fire - one, two. The shots were aimed to strike the ground like the two prior, between Sidarin and his current attacker. And then the third was aimed for the scavenger's skull as a warning. Despite her inner hesitance, her hand was steady and eyes sharp. She just prayed they would back down from her threat alone. With the situation still poised to continue, she remained silent for now
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 8, 2016 14:03:02 GMT -8
Sidarin cocked an eye brow at the woman's rapid fire display. She was good or at least on the draw. She hadn't actually hit anyone yet but that may be by choice. He thinks about going for his bow while she is distracted. Then decides against instead he wraps a hand on his knife. He'd be able to defend himself if the ax man continued his charge, but wouldn't risk the woman shooting him. Near as he can tell the woman was trying to stop the fight. Which was more or less done anyway, his strategy had been more effective than he hoped. Still every plan had an unexpected element. Like the woman he thought he'd saved pointing a bow at him.
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Bone Scavengers
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Post by Bone Scavengers on Apr 8, 2016 15:49:10 GMT -8
The first arrow Catriona had shot at the scavenger's stone axe instead hit him in the wrist. His arm flying up and down with his sprinting made it a very difficult shot to begin with, but she had hit her mark -- the point in space was simply occupied by something else when the arrow arrived. The effect was similar, if not a bit more than she had anticipated. The charging man dropped the axe of course, but the sudden excruciating pain in his wrist combined with the momentum of the arrow caused him to trip and tumble face-first into the ground.
All five of the scavengers were incapacitated and none had been killed.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 8, 2016 15:53:57 GMT -8
The drake wasn't sure what to make of the current situation. All of the painted humans had been brought down, but the other new human was still there. That one seemed more skilled than the painted ones. If it a fight broke out, it was unlikely he could be of much immediate use. He continued to survey the area for now.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 19:00:25 GMT -8
Catriona grimaced with her arrow did indeed find its mark - but what had been there wasn't the weapon. She certainly felt bad, but at least her shot wasn't life threatening right? All of the scavengers were no longer on the offensive, and she dared to ease back on that third drawn arrow. It still remain in her grip and raised... just in case.
Her eyes latched onto Sidarin, still narrow and sharp. She kept her face covered and hood up, not giving him the ability to view her face. A slow exhale would whisper past her lips before she spoke. "I don't know why you attacked them like that - and I'm not very pleased that you did. I certainly hope you aren't here to desecrate the remains like they are," she hisses, waving her bow towards the halted scavengers. "Or eager to start taking lives."
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 8, 2016 19:28:54 GMT -8
"Start taking lives?"
Sidarin says incredulously. He looks at the writhing pile of bodies spread across the bone yards. Four scavengers non lethally injured and one too terrified to get up, no dead. Well it was true she didn't know who he was or why he attacked, it was a little offensive. What did she think he was just some hired killer? He had been many things but assassin wasn't on the list. Also again he had saved her life! Seriously what did she think these five men were going to do to her? Biting back a scathing retort he instead said seething just a bit.
"I am not so poor a shot, that I couldn't have killed these men with the first arrow. I am a bounty hunter. I was paid to bring them in alive. Seeing as I am just one man, I decided that injuring them before capturing them was a good way to do it. And again I saved your life! You may not like seeing them hurt, but they would have done worse if they caught you. These men are killers, thieves, and worse!"
Okay so maybe he slipped into scathing. Being chastised for doing his job, and for helping someone wasn't pleasant. Especially when the person chastising him was the one he thought he was helping. Over by the men Specter gave a low warning growl. The great wolf was picking up on his anger. Sidarin takes a few deep calming breaths.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 8, 2016 19:47:41 GMT -8
The drake watched the exchange curiously. The humans were talking to each other in their guttural language. It seemed like they didn't agree on something. But the other human had put down its stick shooter and was just talking. Was his human angry at it? He looked up at his human's face, now partially hidden by a piece of cloth. It looked kind of scary.
Disregarding the current tension, the drake decided to chirp at his human. Maybe he could calm it down. One chirp and one trill and a pair of sharp green eyes stared up at the human's, waiting for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 0:40:22 GMT -8
The man's word cut into her pride worse than any arrow - and she drew the arrow back just a little bit though she took no aim. Before even taking a moment to think she was already spitting venom in response.
"Don't mistake for one second you stepped out of your way to help me - I know better. You didn't see me any more than these men did, so don't try to make this out as a favor. Consider it a damn favor I didn't put an arrow through your drawing hand-"
He words cut short suddenly as the trill managed to pierce through her anger. She was forced to bring her vicious leer over to the drake at her side... where it softened almost immediately. She would inhale deeply to let it out slowly, and then release all tension in the bow before turning her gaze back to Sidarin. "... fine. Bounty hunter. I don't care about your collection or your pay, but I'll be happy to see them leave. I don't want to see this place defiled any further. They are your problem."
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Sidarin Ves
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Roleplay posts: 151
Age: 26
Physical Description: A bit on the short side at 5'9 Sidarin is a lean man. He possesses the wirey muscle of one who gets their exercise through travel and through fighting. He has a pointed jaw, mid set check bones, and fierce brown eyes. He is clean shaven though it is best not to remind him. His brown hair is kept long perhaps to make up for the lack of a beard.
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Clothes and Equipment: Leather armor, heavy cloak, long sword, long bow, quiver of arrows, hunting knife, knapsack with standard traveling fair.
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Registered: Apr 5, 2016 17:20:43 GMT -8
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Post by Sidarin Ves on Apr 9, 2016 7:35:43 GMT -8
Sidarin looks at the woman and scowls. Right it was a damn favor she didn't shoot him. Getting to his feet he lets out a sharp whistle. A brown courser comes trotting from where it was tied up. The ranger pats the creature and it follows him around as he gets to work. He goes to the two Specter are watching first. A length of rope is produce from the saddle bag. Assuming that the uninjured man is sensible and cooperative, Sidarin would tie a complicated series of knots. This would leave him bound in such a way that he can take shuffling steps but not run. His arms tied to his feet so he can only raise them to mid extension. The ranger then sees to the man with the broken arm. Cleaning out the wound, then rubbing a foul smelling ointment on it, before splinting and binding it. Once done the second man is bound in the same way the first man was, and thither to him. As Sidarin works he lets out a series of complaints and swears to Specter.
"Yeah sure, I didn't know the blasted woman was here. Still when she spoiled my ambush I could have run. Did I though? Nooooooo, had to play the hero. Look at the thanks I get Specter. Threats and judgement! That'll teach me for indulging in the milk of human kindness. Next time I let the criminals do what they want..."
From there it only gets less coherent. Specter simply looks at Sidarin with eyes far too intelligent to be a wolves. He is keeping an eye on the other scavengers, vigilant and ready to move if they try anything.
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Bone Scavengers
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Post by Bone Scavengers on Apr 9, 2016 14:29:43 GMT -8
For the most part, the scavengers are too injured to put up much of a fight against Sidarin. Between the threat of Spectre's crushing jaws and Sidarin's sharp knife, the one unwounded tribal let himself be hobbled. Fortunately they can all still walk, though the one Sidarin shot in the hip does so with a good deal of pain.
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Post by Small Green-Wing Drake on Apr 9, 2016 14:39:55 GMT -8
Watching his human put its stick shooter down, the drake sensed that it was still upset. His attempt to calm it had seemed to have worked slightly, but judging by its half-hidden expressions, something still bothered it.
After it finished yelling at the other human, the drake chirped at his human and then dropped down between two rib bones and into the shadows beneath. He trilled again, hoping his human would follow so they could try to work out some kind of system to communicate more clearly. If he could find out why it was here and why the other humans were fighting it, maybe he could understand their complicated social structure a little better.
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