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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 21:29:04 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
That creature... she recognized her. Him. It. And now she had an outlet to release her anger, and possibly get some answers. It seemed the kobold was distracted and alone, and Ketsueki would attempt to seize her in a swift motion. She felt sluggish but kicked off from her crouched position anyways, looking to loop the sash in hand around the throat of the little shaman and try to drag her back into the shade and behind the flaps of the tent to conceal them both - looking to strain the hold as tightly as possible to keep the creature from yelling out to alert anyone.
Granted, she wasn't in the shape she had been months ago. There was the chance that she could be overpowered, but she had to take the risk.
If she managed to pull her prey away and into the tent, she would certainly begin the demanding of answers - particularly as to what exactly had been done to her last night with the branding. And she wasn't going to be in any mind to give the shaman much room to speak save for a choking whisper, pulling the obi tight if she got too loud.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Nov 21, 2017 21:54:14 GMT -8
( Mordane) Nat'ia admired that the man was simple, she liked that. However it take much more than just that to earn her favor. “I can see that, you look the part.” There was a pause. “It isn’t as simple as ‘joining up,’ there are complications behind why. But… I can fufill your request. I won’t be paying you though, that's up to someone else.”( Sollix) She then turned to the troll and his spilled money over the floor. The coins were valuable, just not to Nat’ia. His dialect was very hard to interpret, but a few years of experience left her with some common words, she could make him out. “I see. How do you know that there’s treasure? How many people will you need?” She needed to ask these questions before she dedicated any resources to this ‘treasure hunt.’
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 22:18:51 GMT -8
@huntinglegion That creature... she recognized her. Him. It. And now she had an outlet to release her anger, and possibly get some answers. It seemed the kobold was distracted and alone, and Ketsueki would attempt to seize her in a swift motion. She felt sluggish but kicked off from her crouched position anyways, looking to loop the sash in hand around the throat of the little shaman and try to drag her back into the shade and behind the flaps of the tent to conceal them both - looking to strain the hold as tightly as possible to keep the creature from yelling out to alert anyone. Granted, she wasn't in the shape she had been months ago. There was the chance that she could be overpowered, but she had to take the risk. If she managed to pull her prey away and into the tent, she would certainly begin the demanding of answers - particularly as to what exactly had been done to her last night with the branding. And she wasn't going to be in any mind to give the shaman much room to speak save for a choking whisper, pulling the obi tight if she got too loud. She hadn’t been aware at all that @ketsueki was behind her, and by the time she did notice, the obi was already across her throat and the ninja could easily control her victim. She let out a gasp that was cut short as she was pulled towards the tent. She dropped her staff and stumbled backwards into the dark confines of the indoor setting. The kobold reached up to try and peel the belt from her neck, but couldn’t get a solid grip, instead clutching her throat for more air. “Nngh…” Was all she currently managed to squeak through the choker’s hold. It was clear she wasn’t going to try and resist, as the woman could easily choke her out cold. Nobody outside said anything, and nobody new moved from what the assassin could hear...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 23:08:46 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
This was as close to her comfortable element as she had gotten in a long while. Despite the mild panic that set in, Ketsueki found herself feeling calmer than before - if only a little. She kept crouched low, pulling on her victim to bring her down on her behind and off her feet, and crossed her arms behind the kobold's head to tighten the obi around her neck - getting her to let go was unlikely now. She hissed something hastily in her native tongue, a dialect from Katashima, and didn't sound very sincere or polite.
She made another hard tug to briefly cut off the shaman's air supply before giving her breath again. This time she snarled quietly in Common to be heard and understood. "Tell me what you did to me last night, demon. What have you done, and where am I? What are you and that one Kiznarr?" she spat venomously, her eyes glancing around momentarily to ensure that no one was hovering near the entrances or any shadows announced someone coming.
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Nov 22, 2017 0:13:45 GMT -8
( Mordane ) Nat'ia admired that the man was simple, she liked that. However it take much more than just that to earn her favor. “I can see that, you look the part.” There was a pause. “It isn’t as simple as ‘joining up,’ there are complications behind why. But… I can fufill your request. I won’t be paying you though, that's up to someone else.”( Sollix ) She then turned to the troll and his spilled money over the floor. The coins were valuable, just not to Nat’ia. His dialect was very hard to interpret, but a few years of experience left her with some common words, she could make him out. “I see. How do you know that there’s treasure? How many people will you need?” She needed to ask these questions before she dedicated any resources to this ‘treasure hunt.’ “This is my masters gold we seek.” Said Solix reverting to his troll dialect. It was hard to constantly think of the right word and pronunciation, but his master had required him to learn a little common. “He is a great magician and has imprinted the locations in my head.” Sollix pointed to the map and then tapped his skull. “Hmmmmm, how many? How many?” Sollix switched back to common for the finer negotiations. “Ten waggon with two people. Guard all around. Sixty people, very safe.” The troll scratched his head and looked at Mordane. “My master want humans. Human come to? I buy him? Huk huk, good food at least, huk huk huk.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 10:45:15 GMT -8
@huntinglegion This was as close to her comfortable element as she had gotten in a long while. Despite the mild panic that set in, Ketsueki found herself feeling calmer than before - if only a little. She kept crouched low, pulling on her victim to bring her down on her behind and off her feet, and crossed her arms behind the kobold's head to tighten the obi around her neck - getting her to let go was unlikely now. She hissed something hastily in her native tongue, a dialect from Katashima, and didn't sound very sincere or polite. She made another hard tug to briefly cut off the shaman's air supply before giving her breath again. This time she snarled quietly in Common to be heard and understood. "Tell me what you did to me last night, demon. What have you done, and where am I? What are you and that one Kiznarr?" she spat venomously, her eyes glancing around momentarily to ensure that no one was hovering near the entrances or any shadows announced someone coming. The kobold lost her footing and was easily dragged down into a sitting position with the ninja behind her, quite literally, pulling the strings. Her vision was hazy, but the assassin’s words pierced through her struggling like knives. She grabbed what air she could, before trying to explain. “Guh… You were...given the slave brand… I just…”The shaman tried wedging her fingers underneath the the obi, but it was too tight to do so. She gently kicked for a moments or so, trying to escape before answering another question. “You’re at… the Hunting… Legion’s camp… Enngh…”It seemed that the kobold wasn’t intent on giving much more for the moment, mainly because there was the sound of a fourth set of legs walking outside the front. Someone was getting closer, but they weren’t shouting or running, so they likely didn’t know what was happening within the tent.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 13:00:45 GMT -8
Slave. She was a slave. The thought made her blood run cold.
Footsteps outside the tent snapped her back to reality - she was in a precarious position with the shaman in a hold at risk of choking. If they were found like this...
She gave the obi one more tug. "You don't say a word." With that, regardless if there was an answer, she would release her hold on the obi and make steps for the other entrance away from where the incoming individual was headed.
She would have to risk it. She had every intent to bolt out the flaps and run as hard as her weakened form could, and head towards whatever opening to freedom she could find.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Nov 22, 2017 14:31:38 GMT -8
Sollix Nat'iaMordane nodded at her words, allowing to finish speaking with Sollix, before addressing Sollix himself after he mentioned the treasure. "I'll join you, on your little Expedition, but I'll need more information." He figured if Na'tia did end up sending troops with Sollix, Mordane might as well be one of the people to go. It seemed like Sollix wanted a human to come with him, for whatever reason.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 12:19:15 GMT -8
Slave. She was a slave. The thought made her blood run cold. Footsteps outside the tent snapped her back to reality - she was in a precarious position with the shaman in a hold at risk of choking. If they were found like this... She gave the obi one more tug. "You don't say a word." With that, regardless if there was an answer, she would release her hold on the obi and make steps for the other entrance away from where the incoming individual was headed. She would have to risk it. She had every intent to bolt out the flaps and run as hard as her weakened form could, and head towards whatever opening to freedom she could find. The kobold kept struggling up until woman bolted, she was able to grab the belt and rip it from her throat and collect a big breath of air. She hadn't killed her, and for that she did as she was told and say a word or move. When @ketsueki plowed through the rear entrance, she came face to face with the same wood wall she'd seen from the outside. There was no immediate exit in sight, but there was one somewhere, she just had to follow the wall till she found an escape. To the right however, there were many bandits loitering around the wall down a ways, however there was one nearby goblin a tent or so down who'd just stirred from a nap and saw a slave running about, Kiznarr’s slave. Kiznarr didn't get back yet, did he? “Oi, watchu doin, git back in dere.”He only had a knife at his side and no way to immediately stop her. There were more Legion members behind him, however they did not notice the commotion or care about it yet. To the left there were no nearby bandits, but there were a large group of them amassed a ways down. She'd have room to run but eventually she'd have to either go around or through them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2017 21:17:01 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
Having been barked at by the little creature made her heart jump in her throat, and seeing those that were in the vicinity of him... she opted the other direction. Granted, the crowd down that way was larger - which would leave her with the only option of following the wall only a short way before tearing further IN to the camp in search of a way OUT.
But it seemed her only option for now. And she took off, bouncing herself off the wall with a palm as she found herself unsteady just a bit. She was very much out of practice and training, and she could feel it. It was almost as if this body wasn't her own. But she had to move, had to find a way out of this place and get as far away as possible. And she had to try to remain alert for the likely many individual demons around this place...
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Nov 25, 2017 11:37:22 GMT -8
Crap.
Oobie was going to take the hit. His mistake had lost him too much battle momentum and he'd never been in this scenario before so he couldn't come up with a better counter-play. The fight wouldn't last much longer and Oobie lost graciously. This duel with Naith was enlightening in that it showed Oobie how much more he needed to improve and he better understood Abney Park's weaknesses.
His ability is strong and has potential, but it has no range at all. He has to actually make physical contact with Abney Park which only granted him a few inches of extra range he didn't have before. An experienced fighter won't allow him to get close enough unless he was sneaky, making this more suited for assassinations. He needed to learn how to make up for his Stand's weakness, so he will find better success in the future.
"Well fought sir, I'm thankful you didn't go easy on me; I've learned more from this defeat than I would have if I somehow won." Oobie extended his hand out for a handshake, a manner of sportsmanship you likely wouldn't see from any other Kobold. Oobie was perhaps the biggest oddball of the camp because he seemed to operate more like how humans and other civilized races do, which was because his father had raised him in human society.
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Naith the Black
Established
The Hunting Legion - Grim Riders
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 35
Physical Description: Naith is stout, standing 6 feet and weighing 200 pounds. The man is built like an oak tree and few other men match his strength. He has dark brown eyes, almost black it would seem. His rough beard is often trimmed, and his he has a receding hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Naith typically wears a combination of mail and leather armor, with black clothing. A large silver pendant hangs around his neck that is imbued with magical energy, although he does not know how to tap into it.
Naith carries a very special sword on his side, which he has named Greaver. Greaver supposedly belonged to a great warrior, a hero of sorts, until he was killed by Naith. Naith now carries the fallen hero's sword around first as a trophy, and second as a weapon. Greaver is light, easy to wield, and very well made. Naith suspects the blade is not made of steel, but some other special material. Like his pendant, Greaver may hold magical powers but he is not sure how to tap in to them.
UPDATE: It has been discovered that Greaver is, in fact, made of kordanite.
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Registered: Oct 17, 2017 13:11:44 GMT -8
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Post by Naith the Black on Nov 25, 2017 16:18:46 GMT -8
Naith would grin and offer a hand to help Oobie back up to his feet. Once up he did not hesitate to shake the Kobold's hand. "And you did well," Naith commented, "don't let the loss bother you. You're yet young, but you kept me on my toes; when you're older, I suspect you'd be more than a match for anyone." Naith would pat Oobie on the shoulder as a sign of respect and brotherhood. Whatever he may have thought of his opponent before he now admired the Kobold.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Nov 25, 2017 19:29:00 GMT -8
( Mordane ) Nat'ia admired that the man was simple, she liked that. However it take much more than just that to earn her favor. “I can see that, you look the part.” There was a pause. “It isn’t as simple as ‘joining up,’ there are complications behind why. But… I can fufill your request. I won’t be paying you though, that's up to someone else.”( Sollix ) She then turned to the troll and his spilled money over the floor. The coins were valuable, just not to Nat’ia. His dialect was very hard to interpret, but a few years of experience left her with some common words, she could make him out. “I see. How do you know that there’s treasure? How many people will you need?” She needed to ask these questions before she dedicated any resources to this ‘treasure hunt.’ “This is my masters gold we seek.” Said Solix reverting to his troll dialect. It was hard to constantly think of the right word and pronunciation, but his master had required him to learn a little common. “He is a great magician and has imprinted the locations in my head.” Sollix pointed to the map and then tapped his skull. “Hmmmmm, how many? How many?” Sollix switched back to common for the finer negotiations. “Ten waggon with two people. Guard all around. Sixty people, very safe.” The troll scratched his head and looked at Mordane . “My master want humans. Human come to? I buy him? Huk huk, good food at least, huk huk huk.” "10 wagons? I will give you 7, and 45 people. Prove to me this is worth my time, and I'll send more." She pointed at Mordane with the end of a knife she happened to have laying around. "If you want to go with him, then do so. If not, you'll be under Naith's command."She looked back to the foreign troll. "Anything further?" She questioned from atop her throne.
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Sollix
Established
Roleplay posts: 48
Age: 25
Physical Description: Sollix is 8 feet when standing tall, but usually, his legs are bowed and back hunched putting him more at 6'5"
Registered: Nov 15, 2017 23:10:11 GMT -8
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Post by Sollix on Nov 25, 2017 20:05:26 GMT -8
“Prove? Prooove?” The troll smacked his lips as if tasting the word. “Hmmmm. Ok. This gold.” Sollix picked up one of the coins. “Not enough. We get more gold...but seven wagon not enough. 10 wagon get all gold. You get more then.” The troll felt like he was beginning to get the hang of this language. “In-for-matiom...ahhhh.” He spoke to Mordane, “Master treasure in desert. He pointed to the desert to east of Isra on the map. “Master gold in mountains.” Said mountains were to the north of the desert. “Danger? Maybe... probably. But pay good. Huk huk. You help with humans. I not so good talker.” The troll paused as if not wanting to reveal any more of the plan. He began to speak again, but stopped.
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Mordane
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66
Age: 22
Physical Description: Stands at 6 feet and 4 inches tall
Green eyes pale skin and his hair is a dark shade of red, which eventually earned him a few nicknames as it beared slight resemblance to the blood he spilled.
Clothes and Equipment: Mordane is most commonly dressed in full plate adorned with only blue cloth. On occasions where he is not in his armor he wears simple clothes, brown pants and a white shirt with a splash of blue along the collar.
A pack with all of the traveling necessities is tied to his back along with his weapon, a plain steel claymore, weathered over years of use but maintained exceptionally well.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Jun 20, 2017 19:48:43 GMT -8
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Post by Mordane on Nov 25, 2017 21:27:22 GMT -8
Sollix Nat'ia Mordane nodded at the words of the two, speaking up when Nat'ia finished to give her his decision,"I will travel with Sollix, to find the treasure in the mountains, and it seems, to act as a mediator." Indeed, it made sense for his master to ask him to bring a human along to speak for the Troll, trolls and kobolds were not known for their diplomacy skills. The rewards Sollix promised, however, seemed to good to be true, but he had no reason to doubt that there was an abundance of treasure for the taking. If Mordane got his hands on that type of coin, he was already lost in thought on the possibilities. He was consumed by greed no doubt, mans greatest vice. He could come back to the Legion camp at anytime to continue where he left off, but this little adventure was here and now, and could prove to be interesting if not profitable.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 10:32:17 GMT -8
@huntinglegion Having been barked at by the little creature made her heart jump in her throat, and seeing those that were in the vicinity of him... she opted the other direction. Granted, the crowd down that way was larger - which would leave her with the only option of following the wall only a short way before tearing further IN to the camp in search of a way OUT. But it seemed her only option for now. And she took off, bouncing herself off the wall with a palm as she found herself unsteady just a bit. She was very much out of practice and training, and she could feel it. It was almost as if this body wasn't her own. But she had to move, had to find a way out of this place and get as far away as possible. And she had to try to remain alert for the likely many individual demons around this place... “You gonna...? Alrite, play it dat way.”The goblin stood up straight and took a deep inhale. A sharp whistle pierced the normal morning commotion. “WE GOT A RUNNAR! GET ‘ER!” He screamed loud enough for probably everyone on that side of the camp to hear. Heads turned as she ran, there wasn’t any sneaking around any further today. Both groups in front and behind her saw her, just before she made the turn inwards. Now along the main road, it seemed as if no location didn’t have a demon waiting for her. She was surrounded, but the biggest gap was still down the road. She might be able to squeeze between the Gnoll and Kobold down the road if she was quick, and the timing was right, there were more behind them, but they were far away. Down the road the other way was a much larger group, including the original 3 that were out front her own tent. ((Rolling d6, if 5 or 6 you can make the gap and/or juke them. If not, the gap is too small, and the bandits are too quick/coordinated to be able to successfully juke them or quickly run between them.)) 1DxNOuM|1-61-6
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Oobie Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 6 years
Physical Description: Kobold with green scales
Clothes and Equipment: His ability is physically manifested as a golden claw around his righthand index finger. He wears a shroud of darkness which can allow him to hide in the shadows.
Registered: Mar 29, 2017 14:39:15 GMT -8
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Post by Oobie Doobie on Nov 27, 2017 10:44:27 GMT -8
Oobie is now in the tent with the others talking about the quest. He steps toward Na'ia, gets on one knee with one fist to the ground and the other over his knee. "Boss, I volunteer to go on this task!"
The youngster wanted to earn back any reputation he may have lost from the duel. He may have gained respect from Naith, but he likely took a hit to how the other bandits perceive him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 17:29:17 GMT -8
@huntinglegion
Ketsueki was beginning to panic. Everywhere she turned, there were eyes glaring directly at her. She couldn't hide, and she was skidding to a halt just to change direction as her options for running ran slim.
The next option was the Gnoll and Kobold ahead, though they were likely to turn in the next second with the commotion following in her wake.
She didn't care - she had no choice. She charged, already panting in frantic and desperate exertion. She would likely have to try to crash one over to get by, and opted to try and shoulder the Gnoll with her body in hopes of catching them momentarily off guard... and hope that reptile wasn't paying attention or quick to grab.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Nov 28, 2017 10:12:01 GMT -8
Crap.Oobie was going to take the hit. His mistake had lost him too much battle momentum and he'd never been in this scenario before so he couldn't come up with a better counter-play. The fight wouldn't last much longer and Oobie lost graciously. This duel with Naith was enlightening in that it showed Oobie how much more he needed to improve and he better understood Abney Park's weaknesses. His ability is strong and has potential, but it has no range at all. He has to actually make physical contact with Abney Park which only granted him a few inches of extra range he didn't have before. An experienced fighter won't allow him to get close enough unless he was sneaky, making this more suited for assassinations. He needed to learn how to make up for his Stand's weakness, so he will find better success in the future. "Well fought sir, I'm thankful you didn't go easy on me; I've learned more from this defeat than I would have if I somehow won." Oobie extended his hand out for a handshake, a manner of sportsmanship you likely wouldn't see from any other Kobold. Oobie was perhaps the biggest oddball of the camp because he seemed to operate more like how humans and other civilized races do, which was because his father had raised him in human society. Naith would grin and offer a hand to help Oobie back up to his feet. Once up he did not hesitate to shake the Kobold's hand. "And you did well," Naith commented, "don't let the loss bother you. You're yet young, but you kept me on my toes; when you're older, I suspect you'd be more than a match for anyone." Naith would pat Oobie on the shoulder as a sign of respect and brotherhood. Whatever he may have thought of his opponent before he now admired the Kobold. Nat’ia was still among the sidelines, she knew Oobie wasn’t going to win, he was new and inexperienced. But he had the capability and willpower to get better. Regardless whether the kobold won or not, this was good experience for her underling, and further proof that Naith was capable of his position. Some of the spectators that weren’t Nat’ia were not pleased that Naith had won, perhaps it was time he went to building his own camp. “I saw everything I needed to see, good fight. Now Naith, I suggest you set up your own camp somewhere nearby, but not too close. I’ll be happy to assist your band in certain ways.”She beckoned Oobie Doobie back to her side, she made sure Naith and his warriors left safely.
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Nat'ia
Committed
Stealin' valuables
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 22 Years
Physical Description: Mostly Reptilian features yet somewhat Avian
5' tall, bipedal legs
Strange marking on left shoulder
Clothes and Equipment: Discolored light leather armor
A beat up Wooden buckler
Javelins, 4 total
Balanced Machete with some wear and tear along the blade.
Player's online availability : Eh
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 16:42:15 GMT -8
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Post by Nat'ia on Nov 28, 2017 10:24:16 GMT -8
“Prove? Prooove?” The troll smacked his lips as if tasting the word. “Hmmmm. Ok. This gold.” Sollix picked up one of the coins. “Not enough. We get more gold...but seven wagon not enough. 10 wagon get all gold. You get more then.” The troll felt like he was beginning to get the hang of this language. “In-for-matiom...ahhhh.” He spoke to Mordane , “Master treasure in desert. He pointed to the desert to east of Isra on the map. “Master gold in mountains.” Said mountains were to the north of the desert. “Danger? Maybe... probably. But pay good. Huk huk. You help with humans. I not so good talker.” The troll paused as if not wanting to reveal any more of the plan. He began to speak again, but stopped. He was trying to demand more from her? Had this Troll not have had speaking abilities, she likely would’ve denied it altogether for him questioning her, but she was fair and knew the troll may have not spoken the most appropriate words. “You will get 10 wagons, no more. And 45 people. Nothing more, understand?”She spoke clear and slow specifically so the Troll knew she was serious. Oobie is now in the tent with the others talking about the quest. He steps toward Na'ia, gets on one knee with one fist to the ground and the other over his knee. "Boss, I volunteer to go on this task!" The youngster wanted to earn back any reputation he may have lost from the duel. He may have gained respect from Naith, but he likely took a hit to how the other bandits perceive him. She turned to Oobie who was kneeling, he could go. “Good, you may go. You will be in charge of the 45 of us I send with him. They are only to follow your orders. The troll is just the guide.”Looking back to the human and troll, “Is there anything further you need to bring up?”
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