A Warrior's Tale ((Open RP))
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turga grunts as his maces connects with the goblins chestplate and its body goes limp for a moment, turning halfway around he sees Krull chasing a seccond goblin with the norodaj following close behind. The sound of air rushing into lungs makes him look back just in time to see the goblin he thought he killed get to his feet. With its back against a tree the goblin thrusts his spear at Turga as he advances. Dodging a thrust at his chest Turga swings his left hand mace at the goblins head, missing by inches causing bark to explode from the tree stem. The goblin ducks his head and thrust blindly at the orcs arm striking just bellow the elbow it goes deep into green flesh. Turga roars in pain as the spear tip pierces his left arm then swings his right hand mace towards the goblins outstretched arms with a deep growl.
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Juniper Onyx
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Meegog:
"Twang" went the arrow, and "Thunk" it protruded into his back. Screaming, Meegog felt a searing pain through his back as he fell to the ground. Breathing heavily, he looked about, Meegog could see only the grass, and a tree. "Look" he thought, "Eggs in a nest there" Meegog coughed and spitted up some blood as he lay there. "Mmmm" he said...."I can taste them...." and drifted asleep.
"Twang" went the arrow, and "Thunk" it protruded into his back. Screaming, Meegog felt a searing pain through his back as he fell to the ground. Breathing heavily, he looked about, Meegog could see only the grass, and a tree. "Look" he thought, "Eggs in a nest there" Meegog coughed and spitted up some blood as he lay there. "Mmmm" he said...."I can taste them...." and drifted asleep.
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Juniper Onyx
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Bregash:
The Orc dodges a thrust at his chest, and then swings his left hand mace at Bregash's head, missing by inches causing bark to explode from the tree stem. Bregash ducks his head "Ahhgghh, that was close!" Bregash thought closing his eyes in fear.
He then thrust blindly at the orc's arm striking just bellow the elbow. The spear goes deep into green flesh. The Orc roars in pain as the spear tip pierces his left arm then swings his right hand mace towards the goblins outstretched arms with a deep growl.
"Uh-oh" thought Bregash, as suddenly the Mace knocks him in the arms. "Yowl!" he screams as piercing pain shoots up his now broken left arm. With his arm broken he has to let go of the spear, as the Orc raises his mace for a second stike. In a fit of desperation, with his right arm, he drew a dagger and tried to stab the Orc.
The Orc dodges a thrust at his chest, and then swings his left hand mace at Bregash's head, missing by inches causing bark to explode from the tree stem. Bregash ducks his head "Ahhgghh, that was close!" Bregash thought closing his eyes in fear.
He then thrust blindly at the orc's arm striking just bellow the elbow. The spear goes deep into green flesh. The Orc roars in pain as the spear tip pierces his left arm then swings his right hand mace towards the goblins outstretched arms with a deep growl.
"Uh-oh" thought Bregash, as suddenly the Mace knocks him in the arms. "Yowl!" he screams as piercing pain shoots up his now broken left arm. With his arm broken he has to let go of the spear, as the Orc raises his mace for a second stike. In a fit of desperation, with his right arm, he drew a dagger and tried to stab the Orc.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turga grins sadisticly as his mace breaks the goblins arm then as he quickly aims for his head a glinting flash of steel catches his attention. The dagger skids of his right hand fingers giving him light cuts there, with a snarl he lifts his left foot to brutally kick the goblin in the head then follows up with a haymaker to the head with his right hand mace. stoopid mistaiks he thinks to himself as he unloads a barage of maces on the goblin.
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Juniper Onyx
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Bregash:
He had just cut the Orc with his dagger, and then caught the flash of steel as a Macecomes closer to the side of his head. "Whoosh!" the Mace flies over his head as he ducks.
Breathing heavy now from exhaustion and his broken arm, the goblin tries to run for it, by shuffling around the tree and scampering to the woods. He's hopeful the Orc will not follow, but his instinct to survive is very strong.
However, as he tries to get away, another mace hits him in the head, sending him flying away to the Orc's right. He lays there on the ground, too hurt and tired to get up, but too tired to run. He simply breathes heavily as he lays there, the dagger still in his hand.
Frigg & Gabby:
As Frigg and Gabby enter the woods, they hear the sounds of fighting. One sound is that of a mace close by, and the other is of a bow, further away to the left. They decided to follow the sounds closer to them and enter upon a clearing.
There is an Orc with a spearhead in his arm, charging their fellow "Bregash" who lies huddled by a tree. Bregash swipes out at the Orc with a dagger, ducks and then is knocked alongside the head by the Orc's second mace.
Without pausing, Frigg lets an arrow go at the Orc, and Gabby unsheathes her Mace. Without seeing where the arrow went, Frigg strings another arrow, as Gabby charges the Orc.
He had just cut the Orc with his dagger, and then caught the flash of steel as a Macecomes closer to the side of his head. "Whoosh!" the Mace flies over his head as he ducks.
Breathing heavy now from exhaustion and his broken arm, the goblin tries to run for it, by shuffling around the tree and scampering to the woods. He's hopeful the Orc will not follow, but his instinct to survive is very strong.
However, as he tries to get away, another mace hits him in the head, sending him flying away to the Orc's right. He lays there on the ground, too hurt and tired to get up, but too tired to run. He simply breathes heavily as he lays there, the dagger still in his hand.
Frigg & Gabby:
As Frigg and Gabby enter the woods, they hear the sounds of fighting. One sound is that of a mace close by, and the other is of a bow, further away to the left. They decided to follow the sounds closer to them and enter upon a clearing.
There is an Orc with a spearhead in his arm, charging their fellow "Bregash" who lies huddled by a tree. Bregash swipes out at the Orc with a dagger, ducks and then is knocked alongside the head by the Orc's second mace.
Without pausing, Frigg lets an arrow go at the Orc, and Gabby unsheathes her Mace. Without seeing where the arrow went, Frigg strings another arrow, as Gabby charges the Orc.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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As the goblin colapses after the second mace hit him Turga grins victouriously then takes one stop towards the downed goblin and raises his left arm as if to bring it down on the allready injured goblin,when the sound of running feet gets his attention. he turns his head with a confused ruh...? and before he can react an arrow slams into his exposed left armpit. With a painfull growl he breaks the arrow in half with his right hand mace then sees the two goblins, letting out a blood lust roar he charges at the goblins blinded by rage and pain. for da Father! he screams fanaticly as he is about to clash with the goblin armed with a mace. A seccond arrow suddenly strikes him in a weak spot in his armor on his right thigh, Turga stumbles and ends up doing a shoulder roll just as he was about to close with the mace wielding goblin.
Krull gets up after trying to tackle the goblin, who had just clawed and slipped fom his grips, when "Twang" went an arrow sure and true and hit the Goblin square in the back. The Goblin goes down and seems to die.
Krull goes over to the goblin and kicks it to ensure it's dead. It twitches, but it's more of a death spasm than a live goblin. He walks over to the Norodaj, nods and says "Dank Joo".
Behind them, they hear the sound of something large hitting a tree. Krull motions to the warrior to follow him as they return to the clearing.
Upon re-entering the clearing, they see that Turga has just been wounded by an arrow, seems to be falling to the ground, with a Mace-wielding Goblin bearing down on him. Another goblin is aiming another arrow, and yet another lies on the ground by a tree. Krull charges the oncoming female Goblin.
Krull goes over to the goblin and kicks it to ensure it's dead. It twitches, but it's more of a death spasm than a live goblin. He walks over to the Norodaj, nods and says "Dank Joo".
Behind them, they hear the sound of something large hitting a tree. Krull motions to the warrior to follow him as they return to the clearing.
Upon re-entering the clearing, they see that Turga has just been wounded by an arrow, seems to be falling to the ground, with a Mace-wielding Goblin bearing down on him. Another goblin is aiming another arrow, and yet another lies on the ground by a tree. Krull charges the oncoming female Goblin.
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Rhianna Morgan
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Grinning he noted to himself that this had been one good shot. They went back, soon in a hurry as they could hear the sounds of fighting among the trees. Agrimur took out another arrow, just in case, but as he did so, he cursed silently. He had not prepared for a battle, but for a hunt. Having lived in the forest for now almost a week, he had but ten arrows left. After these, he would have to collect the foe's arrows or... and then he remembered the elves quiver remaining in the tree. Surely this would do... he hoped.
Turga had been less luckier than they had, he got it the moment they entered the clearing. There he stood, but he was close to going down, being attacked by two gobbers after he had killed already one. The arrow went to the bowstring, and with a silent "Switch" it surred off, towards the goblin bowman. Agrimur did this time not wait if he had hit his target, but sprinted to the next bushes, seeking cover just in case. He knew well enough that this shot had been in a hurry, and it had been from an impossible spot. If he had really hit the goblin, his opponent would be injured in the best case. Perhaps too injured to shot again, but certainly not too injured to attack with his remaining right arm.
He was one of his clan's best bowmen, but that was only opening his eyes for his own limits. Carefully, he peeked through the bushe's twigs, trying to watch what happened to the target.
Turga had been less luckier than they had, he got it the moment they entered the clearing. There he stood, but he was close to going down, being attacked by two gobbers after he had killed already one. The arrow went to the bowstring, and with a silent "Switch" it surred off, towards the goblin bowman. Agrimur did this time not wait if he had hit his target, but sprinted to the next bushes, seeking cover just in case. He knew well enough that this shot had been in a hurry, and it had been from an impossible spot. If he had really hit the goblin, his opponent would be injured in the best case. Perhaps too injured to shot again, but certainly not too injured to attack with his remaining right arm.
He was one of his clan's best bowmen, but that was only opening his eyes for his own limits. Carefully, he peeked through the bushe's twigs, trying to watch what happened to the target.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turgas large frame tumbles past the Mace-wielding goblin then slams into a tree, back first, with a hollow thud. For a few seconds his body remains motionless then he jolts to his feet in an uncoordinated way, just then Krull comes charging from the tree line with the norodaj right behind him. The mace wielding goblin comes to a skidding halt as Turga tumbles past her, she spins around then aproaches him quickly as he jolts to his feet. With a thud and a "clang" she strikes him in the back of his head with force, luckily his sturdy orc helmet soaks up most of the force of the blow. Dazed and in pain Turga slugishly lashes out behind him with his right hand mace then he turns around to follow up with his left hand mace.
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Juniper Onyx
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Frigg:
"Twang" then "Whoosh" went an arrow over Frigg's head. Half in shock, his carefully aimed second arrow goes astray. Quickly looking about, he looks for the bowman, but alas cannot be seen. He then ducks and tries to hide behind a tree, before taking aim again.
But wait! Another Orc (Krull) has appeared and is charging at Gabby!
He quietly takes careful aim of the new Orc, and releases an arrow. "Thunk" the arrow marks true into the new Orc's chest, and he staggers a moment, before he falls to the ground.
Gabby:
Gabby swings at the wounded Orc (Turga), yet misses as the Orc lands against a tree. The Orc then gets up, tumbles past her and swings at her. She spins quickly and lands a well-placed mace against his helmet, "Clang!" the mace thuds against the Orc helm. The Orc tries to land another mace from the right, which Gabby avoids, but look!
Another Mace comes in from the left, out of her line of sight, and smashes her upon her chest, "Whoosh" the breath is knocked out of her as she regains her fighting balance.
The Orc spins around with his leg, and catches her off guard, as her literally sweeps her off her feet! She lands on the ground with a thud. The Orc pounces upon her and she twists to the side, scrambling to get to her feet again. She manages to stand, just as the Orc twists around to face her again. Maces ready, she prepares for another round.
Bregash:
Stretch, move, pull.....stretch, move, pull.....Bregash tries to pull his body along with his right arm...Ow! That left arm certainly hurts but he says nothing. Stretch the arm, move the body, pull forward to the trees...stretch, move, pull......
Softly, and quietly, a small prone goblin body moves along the grass toward the trees.
"Twang" then "Whoosh" went an arrow over Frigg's head. Half in shock, his carefully aimed second arrow goes astray. Quickly looking about, he looks for the bowman, but alas cannot be seen. He then ducks and tries to hide behind a tree, before taking aim again.
But wait! Another Orc (Krull) has appeared and is charging at Gabby!
He quietly takes careful aim of the new Orc, and releases an arrow. "Thunk" the arrow marks true into the new Orc's chest, and he staggers a moment, before he falls to the ground.
Gabby:
Gabby swings at the wounded Orc (Turga), yet misses as the Orc lands against a tree. The Orc then gets up, tumbles past her and swings at her. She spins quickly and lands a well-placed mace against his helmet, "Clang!" the mace thuds against the Orc helm. The Orc tries to land another mace from the right, which Gabby avoids, but look!
Another Mace comes in from the left, out of her line of sight, and smashes her upon her chest, "Whoosh" the breath is knocked out of her as she regains her fighting balance.
The Orc spins around with his leg, and catches her off guard, as her literally sweeps her off her feet! She lands on the ground with a thud. The Orc pounces upon her and she twists to the side, scrambling to get to her feet again. She manages to stand, just as the Orc twists around to face her again. Maces ready, she prepares for another round.
Bregash:
Stretch, move, pull.....stretch, move, pull.....Bregash tries to pull his body along with his right arm...Ow! That left arm certainly hurts but he says nothing. Stretch the arm, move the body, pull forward to the trees...stretch, move, pull......
Softly, and quietly, a small prone goblin body moves along the grass toward the trees.
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Agrimur did not see the bowman, and he knew already that he would not be able to hit the target from his current position. While the orcs and goblins were fighting in the clearing, he ducked and crept through the grove, surrounding he clearing and hoping the bowman would not see his taller, but carefully moving body. He shielded himself with bushes most of the time, trying hard to stay covered. Of course, it needed time for him to do so.
Finally he had done the quarter of a surrounding, and aiming with a new arrow, he stood up to get an eye on the goblin-bowman. The tree did not hide his enemy from this position, and so he shot, quickly, hoping the other one had not seen him and had not answered this attack... He could not resist trying to see where his arrow went in and so he stood there, and open target, for many seconds, gazing over to the goblin.
Finally he had done the quarter of a surrounding, and aiming with a new arrow, he stood up to get an eye on the goblin-bowman. The tree did not hide his enemy from this position, and so he shot, quickly, hoping the other one had not seen him and had not answered this attack... He could not resist trying to see where his arrow went in and so he stood there, and open target, for many seconds, gazing over to the goblin.
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Fenramur Farendottir
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Silently the thorns scratched over her light leather armour while she cleaved through the bushes. Her left was lift high to brush the twigs aside, her right fist was clenched tightly around the handle of her hatchet, and so the young huntress made her way through the forest towards the fighting noises that had scared her grand deer away just a few minutes before.
“Damnid basterds...” she cursed at the bushes. “Of all thin’s they needed ter figh’ just now!”
Her athletic body allowed her to climb over logs, rocks and branches without difficulty. If there were any. Noting a reminder to burn down certain thornbushes later, she moved forward. Again and again she needed to stop wiping her felty braids off her face.
Finally she reached the end of the thornhell. Prompt, she caught the glimpse of a goblin shooting at someone. And this someone was shooting back. With Norodaj-arrows, as she recognized immidiately. Without a worth, smoothly, and skilled, she took an arrow from her own quiver, placing it on the bow, drawing the bow, aiming and finally shooting the arrow from a distance of maybe 15 paces at the little scumbag.
“Damnid basterds...” she cursed at the bushes. “Of all thin’s they needed ter figh’ just now!”
Her athletic body allowed her to climb over logs, rocks and branches without difficulty. If there were any. Noting a reminder to burn down certain thornbushes later, she moved forward. Again and again she needed to stop wiping her felty braids off her face.
Finally she reached the end of the thornhell. Prompt, she caught the glimpse of a goblin shooting at someone. And this someone was shooting back. With Norodaj-arrows, as she recognized immidiately. Without a worth, smoothly, and skilled, she took an arrow from her own quiver, placing it on the bow, drawing the bow, aiming and finally shooting the arrow from a distance of maybe 15 paces at the little scumbag.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Ignoring the pain Turga takes a broadlegged stance then lashes out at Gabbys head and neck from side to side and up and down. He bobs and weaves to avoid anny counterblows naow meh 'smash' yuu fais! he growls while pounding away at the mace wielding goblin. Being twice the goblins size he tries to put in some kicks to the gut and knees to the face, fighting a bit dirty when faced with a smaller opponent is a quick and easy way to win any hard battle.
Krull is charging the female Goblin, when suddenly an arrow protudes from his chest. Stunned, he staggers a little, then drops to the ground.
"Growl" he says. Reaching up, he breaks off the arrow, and tries to stand again. Luckily, the arrow had only just penetrated the leather armor and his skin below. He was bleeding, but it had missed any vital organs.
Standing, he again charged the mace-weilding goblin, just missing her head, as Turga tried to kick her.
"Growl" he says. Reaching up, he breaks off the arrow, and tries to stand again. Luckily, the arrow had only just penetrated the leather armor and his skin below. He was bleeding, but it had missed any vital organs.
Standing, he again charged the mace-weilding goblin, just missing her head, as Turga tried to kick her.
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Frigg:
As the norodaj warrior stands to take ain, Frigg catches her out of the corner of his eye, and moves to the other side of the tree as the arrow "Whoosh" past him.
Suddenly, fierce pain shoots up his leg, as another arrow land there from behind.
"Shat!" he exclaims, and tries to pull the arrow out, momentarily dropping his bow. He drops and rolls, breaking the arrow at once, then grabs his bow, faces a tree and tries for a shot at the norodaj. The arrow flies toward the Norodaj, but she dodges and tumbles before it reaches her.
"Shat!" exclaims the goblin. Not knowing where the other arrow came from, he draws a mace, and charges at the Norodaj (Agrimur).
Gabby:
Her aimed Maces swinging wide upon the Orc (Turga), she barely noticed the other Orc (Krull) before a "Whoosh" of a sword went over her head. The first Orc (Turga) was clawing and kicking wildly at her, his knee connected with her chest "Oof".
She decides to back away a little, not exposing her back to this new Orc, as she continues to sling her mace upon the wounded Orc. "Clang" it connects with his Orc helm again, leaving him stunned a moment. Just long enough to swing at the new Orc "Clang!" as Mace meets sword. The new Orc seems tough, but she has to do what she must. She only hopes Frigg is covering her.
Suddenly, her Mace makes contact on his chest, and he "Roars" in pain. Staggering a moment, the new Orc hesitates a moment, and Gabby is able to get a mace strike in against his helm "Clang" goes the helm, as she stuns this new Orc momentarily.
From behind her, the other Orc (Turga) grunts with extreme effort, before her world blacks out.
Bregash:
Stretch...move...pull...almost there now....
Stretch...move...pull...nearly there.....
Stretch...move...pull....made it!
Bregash had pulls his body into the treeline and under a bush. Gnashing his teeth from the pain, he sits up under the bush and looks at the clearing.Frigg had been shot, and Gabby wounded...no! Felled by a mace to the back! Aww...she was cute too.
Shuffling a little, Bregash grabs his dagger and prepares for someone to find out he's missing. Surely they'll come looking for him. If not, so much the better for him...he was too hungry to fight anyways. Hunger does funny things to you. Is that fish he smells?
Hhmmm.....No......he looks toward the smell and then he hears a rustle in the bushes next to him, and he sees a female archer ((Fenramur Farendottir)) preparing her bow for another shot. Bregash decides to try to help his friends. He thrusts out with the dagger at the Archer, trying to hit something near her midsection.
As the norodaj warrior stands to take ain, Frigg catches her out of the corner of his eye, and moves to the other side of the tree as the arrow "Whoosh" past him.
Suddenly, fierce pain shoots up his leg, as another arrow land there from behind.
"Shat!" he exclaims, and tries to pull the arrow out, momentarily dropping his bow. He drops and rolls, breaking the arrow at once, then grabs his bow, faces a tree and tries for a shot at the norodaj. The arrow flies toward the Norodaj, but she dodges and tumbles before it reaches her.
"Shat!" exclaims the goblin. Not knowing where the other arrow came from, he draws a mace, and charges at the Norodaj (Agrimur).
Gabby:
Her aimed Maces swinging wide upon the Orc (Turga), she barely noticed the other Orc (Krull) before a "Whoosh" of a sword went over her head. The first Orc (Turga) was clawing and kicking wildly at her, his knee connected with her chest "Oof".
She decides to back away a little, not exposing her back to this new Orc, as she continues to sling her mace upon the wounded Orc. "Clang" it connects with his Orc helm again, leaving him stunned a moment. Just long enough to swing at the new Orc "Clang!" as Mace meets sword. The new Orc seems tough, but she has to do what she must. She only hopes Frigg is covering her.
Suddenly, her Mace makes contact on his chest, and he "Roars" in pain. Staggering a moment, the new Orc hesitates a moment, and Gabby is able to get a mace strike in against his helm "Clang" goes the helm, as she stuns this new Orc momentarily.
From behind her, the other Orc (Turga) grunts with extreme effort, before her world blacks out.
Bregash:
Stretch...move...pull...almost there now....
Stretch...move...pull...nearly there.....
Stretch...move...pull....made it!
Bregash had pulls his body into the treeline and under a bush. Gnashing his teeth from the pain, he sits up under the bush and looks at the clearing.Frigg had been shot, and Gabby wounded...no! Felled by a mace to the back! Aww...she was cute too.
Shuffling a little, Bregash grabs his dagger and prepares for someone to find out he's missing. Surely they'll come looking for him. If not, so much the better for him...he was too hungry to fight anyways. Hunger does funny things to you. Is that fish he smells?
Hhmmm.....No......he looks toward the smell and then he hears a rustle in the bushes next to him, and he sees a female archer ((Fenramur Farendottir)) preparing her bow for another shot. Bregash decides to try to help his friends. He thrusts out with the dagger at the Archer, trying to hit something near her midsection.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turga sways back and forth after being struck in the head again, after a few seconds he regains his posture then lifts his left hand mace over his head with extreme effort and a grunt. His arm falls down landing the mace squarely on the female goblins (gabby) head. breathing heavily he looks at Krull with a tired grin then sees the goblin (Frigg) charging towards the norodaj (Agrimur) with a mace in his hand. Taking a brief survey of the battlefield he quickly concludes that charging the goblin (Frigg) is a good thing to do, with a mild limp and slightly uncoordinated he jogs after the charging goblin.
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His arrow missed the bowman, and Agrimurs opponent turned to answer the shot, when suddenly out of nowhere a norodaj-arrow pierced him through the leg. Agrimur was too surprised to actually react and get back in cover, while he watched how the gobber fell and rolled over the ground, breaking the arrow and standing up again. Contrary to his expectations, the bowman was tough enough to answer the shooting at once. Dodging in the very last breath, Agrimur lost his balance, falling over and rolled once, losing his bow and landing on four feet. He had no time to waste, actually the goblin had dropped its bow aswell to rush over and charge him. Although Agrimur could see one of the orcs tried to chase him, he also knew the orc would not be fast enough to help him in time.
Cursing in Norodaj, he took out his small axe from his belt, and prepared to save his own skin as good as possible by standing up and going into a luring defensive position.
Cursing in Norodaj, he took out his small axe from his belt, and prepared to save his own skin as good as possible by standing up and going into a luring defensive position.
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Fenramur Farendottir
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A vicious grin appeared on her pretty face as her arrow pierced through the goblin’s leg. But her expression disillusioned at once, as the goblin seemingly did not give up and stood again after breaking the arrow. Cursing she put a new arrow to her bowstring. But before she could even draw her bow again, the pain struck through her. Cursing even louder and pulling the throwing dagger out of her armour. She looked around while warm blood ran down her side. “Ye disgustin’... small... toady!” Bitching at the goblin, she came closer, standing in front of him, and then showing him her bootheels with a hard kick into his face.
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Juniper Onyx
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Frigg:
"Gnak Gash Bree!" he yells as he charges the Norodaj warrior, Mace swinging toward his armor. "Crash" goes the mace against his armor to no effect. The Norodaj warrior defends himself with a well-timed swing toward Frigg's head before he can defend it. "Clang!" goes his mace against Frigg's Helm.
Frigg sees stars, but only briefly. With a growl, he swings the mace again, this time low to the ground, with an upward thrust into the nether-regions.
Bregash:
As the dagger penetrates the female's leg, the dagger jerks from his hand as she wrenches away from him. "Ye disgustin’... small... toady!” she replies, then kicks him in the face. "Groar!" Bregash replies, just before the kick. "Yowl!" He then emits from the pain.
He backs away, just a bit into the bushes, thinking what else he could use. "Well Bregash" he thought, "here's another fine mess you've gotten into.."
With that, he jumps from his cover, trying to claw the female with his good right arm, as the left one hangs from his side. The pain throbbing from it, but his body beyond caring as adrenaline begins to work it's magic upon him.
Cornered, hurting and feeling quite alone, he claws the female, scrambling upon her, and tries to bite her on the throat.
Harkan & Vulture:
"This is taking too long" Vulture tells Harkan. Harkan simply nods, unsure what to do next. "Where is Frigg?" he wonders.
Vulture then decides to begin casting a spell. He begins waving his arms mysteriously, and chanting in a strange tongue.
Harkan backs away, watching as a portal opens up beside the ruins.
"What good will that do?" Harkan asks.
"It's not for you, but for me..." Vulture says as he grins mischievously and then steps through the portal. He disappears from sight, and Harkan grunts. "Mages" he says, and sighs. He looks out on the forest, and decides to enter the ruins.
Once inside, he grabs a box of three glass bottles, and carefully steps outside to sit by the fire. He places them on the ground and opens the lid. He pulls out one and looks at the liquid with a grin. He watches the forest and waits, while a mysterious portal shimmers behind him.
"Gnak Gash Bree!" he yells as he charges the Norodaj warrior, Mace swinging toward his armor. "Crash" goes the mace against his armor to no effect. The Norodaj warrior defends himself with a well-timed swing toward Frigg's head before he can defend it. "Clang!" goes his mace against Frigg's Helm.
Frigg sees stars, but only briefly. With a growl, he swings the mace again, this time low to the ground, with an upward thrust into the nether-regions.
Bregash:
As the dagger penetrates the female's leg, the dagger jerks from his hand as she wrenches away from him. "Ye disgustin’... small... toady!” she replies, then kicks him in the face. "Groar!" Bregash replies, just before the kick. "Yowl!" He then emits from the pain.
He backs away, just a bit into the bushes, thinking what else he could use. "Well Bregash" he thought, "here's another fine mess you've gotten into.."
With that, he jumps from his cover, trying to claw the female with his good right arm, as the left one hangs from his side. The pain throbbing from it, but his body beyond caring as adrenaline begins to work it's magic upon him.
Cornered, hurting and feeling quite alone, he claws the female, scrambling upon her, and tries to bite her on the throat.
Harkan & Vulture:
"This is taking too long" Vulture tells Harkan. Harkan simply nods, unsure what to do next. "Where is Frigg?" he wonders.
Vulture then decides to begin casting a spell. He begins waving his arms mysteriously, and chanting in a strange tongue.
Harkan backs away, watching as a portal opens up beside the ruins.
"What good will that do?" Harkan asks.
"It's not for you, but for me..." Vulture says as he grins mischievously and then steps through the portal. He disappears from sight, and Harkan grunts. "Mages" he says, and sighs. He looks out on the forest, and decides to enter the ruins.
Once inside, he grabs a box of three glass bottles, and carefully steps outside to sit by the fire. He places them on the ground and opens the lid. He pulls out one and looks at the liquid with a grin. He watches the forest and waits, while a mysterious portal shimmers behind him.
Krull smiles at Turga as he deals a killing blow to the Goblin. He too sees another goblin charging toward the Norodaj, but they won't make it there in time. After seeing Turga rush after the Goblin, he follows, his chest hurting only a little from the arrow.
He dashes across the clearing, and catches up to Turga, just as he raises his mace to beat the new goblin warrior. He slides down low, with a sword aimed straight at the Goblin warrior. "Slash" as the sword makes contact. "Clang" as Turga's Mace also contacts. The Goblin reeels from the blows, backs off a little and charges again, swinging his mace at the Orcs.
He dashes across the clearing, and catches up to Turga, just as he raises his mace to beat the new goblin warrior. He slides down low, with a sword aimed straight at the Goblin warrior. "Slash" as the sword makes contact. "Clang" as Turga's Mace also contacts. The Goblin reeels from the blows, backs off a little and charges again, swinging his mace at the Orcs.
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Rhianna Morgan
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Agrimur was able to avoid the goblin's first blow, and also lucky enough to give his opponent one blow at the head before he realized what this little bastard was about to do next. Freezing in panic, he again was almost too lucky. Both orcs got there in time saving his family plannings, and after the goblin had turned to face them, the Norodaj grabbed his bow from the ground and backed off, knowing too well that he could kill the goblin from this small distance without any difficulty. He lifted the bow, and aimed, but had the three fighters remained in their positions?
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Fenramur Farendottir
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Surprised that her kick didnt finish him off, she let out a short scream of surprise as the goblin jumped on her. With her left hand trying to hold him on distance and to get him from her, her right hand went to her belt to draw her dagger, planing to place it into the goblins throat.
Underestimating the goblins dirty fighting-skills, she opened her eyes in panic as the goblin bites her in the throat. Using all the power she could afford, she pushes him away, giving him a bit of her skin and blood as a loot. As the goblin hits the ground, she holds her dagger in her right hand, her left hand on her bleeding wound. "Tha''s enough ye dirtbag! I'll take yer ears!"
Underestimating the goblins dirty fighting-skills, she opened her eyes in panic as the goblin bites her in the throat. Using all the power she could afford, she pushes him away, giving him a bit of her skin and blood as a loot. As the goblin hits the ground, she holds her dagger in her right hand, her left hand on her bleeding wound. "Tha''s enough ye dirtbag! I'll take yer ears!"
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Juniper Onyx
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Frigg:
Just missing the Norodaj's pride, he wheels around from the attempt, and notices two Orcs bearing down upon him. He goes into a defensive stance and prepares for the final assault.
"Clang" as his mace meets the Orc's (Turga), and he wheels around and tries to swipe him from the legs. As he does so however, a fierce pain shoots up his other leg as an arrow sprouts from it! "Shat! Begash Izzle Fweet!" (@#$! What a day I'm Having!) He crumples to the ground, and pulls out a horn. He blows the horn, as the Orc lands a final mace to his head. Darkness.
Bregash:
"Yowl!" he cried as pain shot up his broken arm as he was thrown to the ground. He tasted blood, and it tasted good, he was quite hungry after all.
"I'll have yer ears" she said, and she approached him with a dagger. Reeling from the pain and the fall, all Bregash could do was scream. "Aaarrggghhhh....cough...sputter" he cried, as the warrior plunged her dagger into his throat. Bregash tasted new blood now, mixing with the old. A sweet tangy taste, filling his throat with it's juices. Breathing had become difficult now as he choked and sputtered on his own blood.
He decided to lay dawn and dream. "Mmmm...eggs...all mine..."he thought as darkness engulfed him.
Just missing the Norodaj's pride, he wheels around from the attempt, and notices two Orcs bearing down upon him. He goes into a defensive stance and prepares for the final assault.
"Clang" as his mace meets the Orc's (Turga), and he wheels around and tries to swipe him from the legs. As he does so however, a fierce pain shoots up his other leg as an arrow sprouts from it! "Shat! Begash Izzle Fweet!" (@#$! What a day I'm Having!) He crumples to the ground, and pulls out a horn. He blows the horn, as the Orc lands a final mace to his head. Darkness.
Bregash:
"Yowl!" he cried as pain shot up his broken arm as he was thrown to the ground. He tasted blood, and it tasted good, he was quite hungry after all.
"I'll have yer ears" she said, and she approached him with a dagger. Reeling from the pain and the fall, all Bregash could do was scream. "Aaarrggghhhh....cough...sputter" he cried, as the warrior plunged her dagger into his throat. Bregash tasted new blood now, mixing with the old. A sweet tangy taste, filling his throat with it's juices. Breathing had become difficult now as he choked and sputtered on his own blood.
He decided to lay dawn and dream. "Mmmm...eggs...all mine..."he thought as darkness engulfed him.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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stoopid gabblins Turga seems to conclude as he yanks his mace from the goblins crushed skull, The sound of a goblin drowning in its own blood twists his, now blood stained, face into a vicious grin. Seeing no more enemies Turga sheaths both maces then rips the arrow from his right thigh with a deep growl, raising his right arm over his head he peers curiously at the broken arrow under his right arm pit. using his left hand fingers he, with some effort, mannages to remove the broken arrow from his armpit, blood trickles in a steady stream from the wound. Turga sighs annoyedly as he looks at the broken spear tip portruding from just below his elbow then clamps down on it with his teeth, ripping it from his arm with a heavy snort. Blood pours from the now wide open wound on his arm, Turga takes out a dirty wolf pelt then spits into his wound before wrapping the wolf pelt tightly around the wound and arm. Looking at Krull then the norodaj he raises a brow ib yuu 'ere and 'yuu' 'ere..den whu beh in da bushes? he looks in the direction from where the sounds of a dying goblin came then slowly draws his mace only glancing at Krull with a expecting look on his face.
Krull nods to Turga with a grunt, and continues to hold his sword at the ready. Stepping closer to the bushes, he, Turga and Agrimur prepare to meet the stranger.
Krull holds his sword on high, shield at the ready and says, "Whoeber is dere, kum out or we will kill joo!" he yells at the bushes. He watches and waits for a response.
Krull holds his sword on high, shield at the ready and says, "Whoeber is dere, kum out or we will kill joo!" he yells at the bushes. He watches and waits for a response.
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Fenramur Farendottir
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Fenramur walked in the clearing, examining the orcs with her eyes very closely before she noticed Agrimur. At once the orcs were forgotten and she started cursing on him in a language the orcs most certainly did not understand. She did not seem to mind this matter, too busy arguing with the fellow Norodaj.
„Des war klar…so nen Lärm verursachst au nur du!“
„Was soll ich noch sagen… ich hab meinen Gobber jedenfalls leiser abgemurkst wie du deinen!“
He answered in the same angry tune, pointing at the bushes behind her where the goblin’s barbling was still audible. Kicking the dying one a last time, he silenced the goblin, at once starting to curse even louder.
„Hier geht’s nich um die Lautstärke beim Goblin-töten…hier geht’s um den Lärm der entsteht wenn du mit Orks und Goblins kuschelst! Und während du dann deinen Spaß hast, krieg ich nen verfluchten Dolch ins Bein! Von dem stinkenden Goblinmaul das mir fast die Kehle rausgerissen hat mal ganz zu schweigen!“
He watched her, presenting her with a look of played compassion.
„Oh je, kleines Mädchen, aber wenn du nich mit den Gefahren des Waldes klarkommst weilste zu taub bist um so nen schmierigen Kriecher ranrobben zu hören, kann ich dir nich mehr helfen! Von seinem Gestank den er da verströmt mal ganz abgesehen! Solltest dich vielleicht öfter waschen dann würden dich die Männer auch wieder angucken!“
„Wie soll ich den Hundesohn hören wenn du hier lautstark mit Orks rumturtelst? Un was den Gestank angeht Bürschchen – ich verbring regelmäßig die Nächte auf einem Fell mit dir…da kann man nichmal mehr nen vermodernden Scheißhaufen riechen wenn
man reintappt! Denn falls es dir ncih aufgefallen is: dass dich in letzter Zeit nichmal ne alte Jungfer rangelassen hat liegt daran, dass du so stinkst!“
„Oh, tschuldige bitte dass ICH im Gegensatz zu dir für unsern Jarl Aufträge übernehm während DU nur auf der Jagd nach
Viechern bist die dich sogar davon abhalten pünktlich zu nem Treffen zu kommen. Wenn man im Wald LEBT, das tun Leute die das können nämlich manchmal, duftet man nich mehr so nach Veilchen wie die schwulen Elfen die die einzigen sind die noch mit dir abliegen!“
„Ausgerechnet du kommst mitm Jarl? Im Gegsatz zu dir is der Kerl in der Lage Kinder zu zeugen! Un was treibste hier überhaupt mit den beiden Grunzern da?“
Pointing at the orcs, finally something else than themeselves seemed to matter in their heated conversation, that went back and forth, and forth and back… there was no solution in their fight, but somehow they both seemed to really enjoy themselves.
„Das sind Verbündete die ich mir im Kampf gegen nen dunklen Magier…“
Agrimur tried to explain something, and perhaps they would have continued until the end of all days, but one oft he orcs interupted them, grown impatient.
„Des war klar…so nen Lärm verursachst au nur du!“
„Was soll ich noch sagen… ich hab meinen Gobber jedenfalls leiser abgemurkst wie du deinen!“
He answered in the same angry tune, pointing at the bushes behind her where the goblin’s barbling was still audible. Kicking the dying one a last time, he silenced the goblin, at once starting to curse even louder.
„Hier geht’s nich um die Lautstärke beim Goblin-töten…hier geht’s um den Lärm der entsteht wenn du mit Orks und Goblins kuschelst! Und während du dann deinen Spaß hast, krieg ich nen verfluchten Dolch ins Bein! Von dem stinkenden Goblinmaul das mir fast die Kehle rausgerissen hat mal ganz zu schweigen!“
He watched her, presenting her with a look of played compassion.
„Oh je, kleines Mädchen, aber wenn du nich mit den Gefahren des Waldes klarkommst weilste zu taub bist um so nen schmierigen Kriecher ranrobben zu hören, kann ich dir nich mehr helfen! Von seinem Gestank den er da verströmt mal ganz abgesehen! Solltest dich vielleicht öfter waschen dann würden dich die Männer auch wieder angucken!“
„Wie soll ich den Hundesohn hören wenn du hier lautstark mit Orks rumturtelst? Un was den Gestank angeht Bürschchen – ich verbring regelmäßig die Nächte auf einem Fell mit dir…da kann man nichmal mehr nen vermodernden Scheißhaufen riechen wenn
man reintappt! Denn falls es dir ncih aufgefallen is: dass dich in letzter Zeit nichmal ne alte Jungfer rangelassen hat liegt daran, dass du so stinkst!“
„Oh, tschuldige bitte dass ICH im Gegensatz zu dir für unsern Jarl Aufträge übernehm während DU nur auf der Jagd nach
Viechern bist die dich sogar davon abhalten pünktlich zu nem Treffen zu kommen. Wenn man im Wald LEBT, das tun Leute die das können nämlich manchmal, duftet man nich mehr so nach Veilchen wie die schwulen Elfen die die einzigen sind die noch mit dir abliegen!“
„Ausgerechnet du kommst mitm Jarl? Im Gegsatz zu dir is der Kerl in der Lage Kinder zu zeugen! Un was treibste hier überhaupt mit den beiden Grunzern da?“
Pointing at the orcs, finally something else than themeselves seemed to matter in their heated conversation, that went back and forth, and forth and back… there was no solution in their fight, but somehow they both seemed to really enjoy themselves.
„Das sind Verbündete die ich mir im Kampf gegen nen dunklen Magier…“
Agrimur tried to explain something, and perhaps they would have continued until the end of all days, but one oft he orcs interupted them, grown impatient.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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As the female Norodaj walks into the clearing Turga snorts then slowly lowers his maces, his head snaps back and forth as they seem to argue in the old language. After what seems like an eternity to him he grows bored and impatiant kan dåkke slutte å krangle? de' e i melesøyna plagsomt!/can you stop arguing?it is a tad annoying! he semi shouts in norodaj hoping they understand seeing as they are norodaj. With a dejected sigh he looks at Krull mebbeh let da oomins beh 'ere and hab stoopid angry words den we go smash da stoopid magies fais, yeh? he says in orcish to him. His black and tired eyes looks wearily at the female norodaj then back at the norodaj behind him, he tightens his grip on his maces as he waits for Krull to answer.
Krull watches the two Norodaj argue, then Turga's impatient response.
He nods at Turga, and says "Enuf! Dere beh no time to argues. Dere beh a mage and da chief up dere in da Ruins, and weh got to take dem out. Are joo wid us? Den come wid us!"
Without waiting for a response, Krull turns to leave, with Turga following close behind him. They enter the treeline from the clearing. The birds are silent and the breeze is still as they march through the woods back to the ruins. As they approach the treeline, a view of the ruins presents itself.
Standing upon a low hill, lies the ruins of a once great Manor house. Decayed and fallen now, years of goblin occupation have turned the stones dark, overgrown with moss and rubble. A small fire smoulders near the entrance, next to which sits an older Goblin, fat with priviledge and position. Behind him, a mysterious portal shimmers in a ghostly blue light.
A small light shines from the fire, and then approaches Krull and Turga as they emerge from the woods.
"KAA-BOOOM!" An explosion erupts from in front of the two, the blast singing their hair and blowing them down. Krull fall backwards with a grunt, then stands up again, draws his sword and charges up the hill with a Roar!
He nods at Turga, and says "Enuf! Dere beh no time to argues. Dere beh a mage and da chief up dere in da Ruins, and weh got to take dem out. Are joo wid us? Den come wid us!"
Without waiting for a response, Krull turns to leave, with Turga following close behind him. They enter the treeline from the clearing. The birds are silent and the breeze is still as they march through the woods back to the ruins. As they approach the treeline, a view of the ruins presents itself.
Standing upon a low hill, lies the ruins of a once great Manor house. Decayed and fallen now, years of goblin occupation have turned the stones dark, overgrown with moss and rubble. A small fire smoulders near the entrance, next to which sits an older Goblin, fat with priviledge and position. Behind him, a mysterious portal shimmers in a ghostly blue light.
A small light shines from the fire, and then approaches Krull and Turga as they emerge from the woods.
"KAA-BOOOM!" An explosion erupts from in front of the two, the blast singing their hair and blowing them down. Krull fall backwards with a grunt, then stands up again, draws his sword and charges up the hill with a Roar!
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Rhianna Morgan
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"Darüber reden wir später!" Fenramur growled in his direction, and nodding, he drew a new arrow from his quiver, noticing her doing exactly the same. They followed, staying a bit behind, but Agrimur soon touched her hand and whispered what he had gotten to know about orcish fighting style. Instead of staying behind the two close-combat-fighters, they divided with a short nod.
They were a well-rehearsed team. Anybody watching them could tell that. Running crouched, both readied their bows for an immidiate attack. But before they actually reached the clearing, a explosion convulsed behind the trees both of them had halfway surrounded. Agrimur could not see the fellow Norodaj, but he knew well what she would be doing, and he acted in the exact same way. Crouching slowly to the clearing, he looked done to see both the fallen orcs and the fat goblin. On the other side, he saw Fenramur standing behind a tree, she was nodding to him, then lifting her bow up to aim. Rushingly he did the same thing, aiming carefully though. Two arrows swished, one faster than the other one, aiming at both his legs. The Norodaj grinned, then stepped out on the clearing. A dead goblin was bad at telling the truth. A wounded one would be eager to do so as soon as you told him that REAL pain was something he yet did not know.
They were a well-rehearsed team. Anybody watching them could tell that. Running crouched, both readied their bows for an immidiate attack. But before they actually reached the clearing, a explosion convulsed behind the trees both of them had halfway surrounded. Agrimur could not see the fellow Norodaj, but he knew well what she would be doing, and he acted in the exact same way. Crouching slowly to the clearing, he looked done to see both the fallen orcs and the fat goblin. On the other side, he saw Fenramur standing behind a tree, she was nodding to him, then lifting her bow up to aim. Rushingly he did the same thing, aiming carefully though. Two arrows swished, one faster than the other one, aiming at both his legs. The Norodaj grinned, then stepped out on the clearing. A dead goblin was bad at telling the truth. A wounded one would be eager to do so as soon as you told him that REAL pain was something he yet did not know.
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Olaf Tingvatn
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Turga gets to his feet with a snarl after having been blown flat on his back from the explosion then sees Krull charging up the hill with a roar. Thinking quickly he jogs at a light tempo diagonally out to the left from Krull smashin dey fais fram da said will beh gudd he thinks to himself as he jogs along. The sound of arrows flying trough the air makes him pick up the tempo caowurd gabblin hantur! he mumbles to himself then changes direction so that he is running uphill. Then as he comes to the top of the hill he sees a fat goblin with two arrows in each leg and a gynk fire in each hand with Krull bearing down on it. Turga grins a bit then charges at the goblin with a growl his maces held above his head ready to strike.