Greywolf Posted September 3, 2003 Author Share Posted September 3, 2003 OOC: oh ye of little faith Skaz had watch the half-breed leave, swallowing his insults. He hissed to himself, he knew the condition of his establishment better than his customers. He needed that supply train to get here soon or this place would very well be coming apart around him. The skooma was running low, the ale had to be watered and mixed, the water needed some bittergreen to kill the parasites. Skaz hissed again. Meanwhile, the sun rode the noon sky above the fithy splotch known as Ras Kell. The air was hot and still, but not for long. War screams filled the air as the raiders returned. This time it wasn't for drink however, but revenge and booty. They rode across the desert on Yim, horse-like creatures with dangerous fangs and claws. Soon they would sweep the town from all sides killing all they found inside and taking what ever valuables could be found. Skaz heard the distant war cries that filtered through the open door of the Rotten Lizard. He grabbed his club from beneath the bar and went to the door. He looked around. Suddenly, a crossbow bolt smashed into his right arm throwing him slightly to that side. He step back and ripped the bolt with his free arm. Tossing it aside, he switched his club to his left hand. Today was not going to be dull as usual. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Am That Is Matthias Posted September 3, 2003 Share Posted September 3, 2003 'The orc was guilty of slaying a unarmed boy on a simple errand. He was naught but a thief and a liar. I gave him the same chance he has given other people." The starnger had heard the crys and drew a starge bow from his back. He threw aside his cloak and yelled out " Damn raiders always come when im having my flin" an arrow seemed to appear on his bow and he drew back and fired. The arrow flew 25 feet and fell short Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sol'Kanar Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 OOC: I withdraw from this RP. Matthias, I will say this as kindly as I can: I have an extreme distaste for your methods of rping, and so I leave you to rp in the style you have chosen. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ObsidianKnight Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 OOC: Style of role-playing? What do you mean? Titanius cocks his head to the side and hears the incoming raiders. He gets up quickly, takes off his snow wolf armor, and murmurs some words, in some forgotten tongue, under his breath. The tavern begins to shake, as well as Titanius. A burst of light fills the room, and Titanius emerges as the werewolf. He snarls, bears his teeth, and crashes through the door and tackles a raider, and quickly tears his throat. A scream and shower of blood fills the air. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywolf Posted September 4, 2003 Author Share Posted September 4, 2003 OOC: Okay I Am That Is, Matthais ... please don't use language that is from another world other than Tameriel ... I can understand you fascination with the world of Redwall but that battle cry does not belong in a tameriel setting ... besides this, you spelled it wrong ... its Eulalia ... and don't argue with me there ... I am an expert on the world that Brian Jacques created. Also, you fired a bow from inside a tavern and hit the raiders who are outside with a fireball. I am not saying this to be over critical or plain nasty towards you but am giving you the advice to rp within the world this game is set and to obey all physical and societal laws. Please also be consistent with you surroundings and actions towards them ... this goes for everyone. Skaz hissed softly, a werewolf! Skaz like everyone hated them, they were unpredicatable and savage. Werewolves followed no law but their insatiable hunger. He slowly slunk off to a cupboard and removed a silver shortsword, one could never be too careful. Holding both weapons, Skaz followed the werewolf's exit into the streets where the fighting was. There was fifty or so raiders, overpowering odds. Skaz knew what that most likely meant, and it wasn't going to be pretty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tiel Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 Away from the commotion of the tavern, Jack moved through the shadows following the hooded loner. To some, it would seem like Jack planned to jump out of the shadows and stab him in the back, but it was not his style. The warm breeze and the general humidity of the air despite the late hour gave an exotic and otherworly aura to the streets. Jack wondered what the man could be doing here. All he knew was that where the hooded stranger went, adventure and the chance of riches were never far behind. The man left the town and took to the wild country of Elswyre. He followed him into a warm and humid wood. The air was so close Jack felt the very trees were pressing on to him. Jack realized that the man was probably leading him to one of the ruins he was so often seen at, it was the only explaination for meeting him in such a remote waterhole. The undergrowth was thick and moving sliently took care. After a while he lost sight of the man. As he sat upon a log he heard a movement in the trees. Then from out of nowhere, an odd looking mer dropped out of the tree bearing a slender but strong looking wooden bow. Jack spun round, but he was surrounded. Before he could react, one of the mer seemed to just flick his wrist and Jack felt the angel of a small dart. As the sleepy darkness overcame him he muttered 'huh, Ayleids, who would have thought?' Jack had stumbled on a rare thing, a group of Wild Elves... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Am That Is Matthias Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 The starnger muttered under his breath and charged towards the raiders pulling two swords that were strapped across his back. OOC: i know i spelt it wrong I didnt fell like looking it up. and that was nothing I almost created a chacter called rockjaw grang if youre a big fan youll know whoi I mean. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Of The Cheese Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 A tall well-built figure glides silently across the tree bridges crudely built by the outcasts of his true people the magestic elves, he was once a honored warrior. this was brought about by a corrupt elf who later murdered man of his own kin an unforgiveable act. The figure lives each day for a chance to leave these god-forsaken elves and have a chance at revenge. he was now the translator for the small group of wood elves. his great war bow and slender short dagger were all that he had left to remember his past greatness. his clothes were drab, made out of the various plants from the region, it served its purpose, he could almost completely disguise himself in any wooded area. as he made his way to the most recent capturie he thought what the pitiful exuses for elves had brought in this time. as he got to were all the elves were gathering(there were about 20 in all) his booming voice cast them all aside with terror, for he was a noble elf and all these outcasts were quiet terrified of him, even in his present state. he came up to the stranger, who was still out, he thought to himself, well these elfs do have some use, they make quite a good poison to knock people out..... this stranger seemed vaugely familiar, yes he had heard of him, this was the famous Jack! maybe he could get him out of here. Jack he called...... OOC: matthias whoa dude comeon.....hey tiel Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greywolf Posted September 5, 2003 Author Share Posted September 5, 2003 OOC: And miss out on Basil Stag Hare, Rosie, Tarquin, Sunflash (or Sunstripe), and what about good ole Martin, of course I know who Rockjaw, Tammo, Mannycoats, Russa, Russano, Cregga and the whole bunch are mate. But this isn't a thread for discussion of Redwall (hmm ... tempting to make thread .... tempting ...). I was just wondering, Tiel, how this forest with dense undergrowth came to be found in a desert wasteland .... .... but maybe it's just me. <_< The loner had felt someone following him, that sixth sense that had help him escape many foes. He decided to lose his shadow, probably that rogue Jack, in the woods. He knew about the woodelves and bet that Jack would be too busy worrying about following him quietly until it was too late. The loner had guessed right and Jack was soon felled by the wood elves and captured. The loner followed out of amusement, his own movement masked by the wood elves excitement with their successful capture. They didn't notice as he followed a safe distance away, watching and waiting. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Skaz had fought like a demon, blood ran from where crossbow bolts that pierced his body. He pulled yet another one out as he smashed the head of a raider in with his club. His silver shortsword was lost somewhere in this now turned battlefield. He felt the mighty strength begin to fade from his body as the loss of blood grew worse. He screamed aloud and smashed into a Yim, overtoppling its rider. He snapped his jaws closed on the Yim's throat, resorting to primieval and savage means of survival. He tore the throat out and began to beat on the trapped rider underneath. His club came down once, twice, thrice upon the riders head, crushing it like a melon as blood and brains splattered on the ground. A dark pool of crimson formed to mark the raider's dieing spot. A crossbow bolt struck Skaz in the spinal cord, dropping him like a stone. As his eyes dimmed, he saw the Rotten Lizard being torched and then passed from this world. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ObsidianKnight Posted September 5, 2003 Share Posted September 5, 2003 Titanius sees Skaz fall from a crossbow bolt, and emits a howl of fury. He picks up a pair of spent throwing stars that have lodged themselves in the wooden beams near him, and throws them at a couple of raiders. One strikes a raider in the throat, killing him almost instantly, and the other hits one in the hand, just before the raider slashes Titanius with his broadsword.Titanius pounces on the raider and tears his throat, only to be stabbed by another raider, wielding an enchanted silver dagger. He manages to throw the raider off him before Titanius is poisoned by the blade. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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