"The Stranger's Pleasure" Tavern (open-rp)

[Nehemia]

Once again when the sunsets behind the hills..
Travelers from every corner of this world come to rest into this, cozy tavern. Named as "The Stranger's Pleasure."...
There are only few people inside the tavern, but the night is still young, as couple of drunkards brag about themselves with tales of fights. Suddenly their silenced when someone from the shadiest corner of the tavern says "Hphm. Lets not even start comparing battle scars. I already know you don't have them, your voices echo with lies"..
Soon the silence ends and people begin to talk. Bard singing on the table, couple of drunkards cheering at him. Some people wrestling in front of the bar desk, bouncer is already coming to kick them out'. Orc and dwarf glaring at eachother and flexing, soon it seems their going to find out which one is stronger... Bunch of kiddo's begging the barmaid to give them some wine...
Old miners telling stories of the good'ol'days...
Still the shady traveller cloaked underneath his hood sits alone in the corner, tasting his wine and slamming the mug into the table... Not even thinking about the people near him. Everytime someone walks by he turns and looks at the person, then hiding his face underneath his hood again....


(ooc: Feel free to continue the taverns story, please use common sense. 110% joke/idiotic posts will be removed and they do not affect the storyline of the tavern. Pardon about typo's etc.)

[lok-tar-ogar]

i entered the tavern with only my pet dog hoping to get a ale and a good nights rest as i went up to the bar to order a drink for me and a meal for my dog.

as i aproched i saw a dwarf quicklly leave the tavern and converse with a freind outside. the order for the drink came slow but the tankard of ale was one of the best that i had ever had i was about to order another when i was approched by a fellow mahirim who bought one for me.

he said his name was wild one i greeted him and ordered another round knowing it would be a little slow due to the number of ppl in the tavern we began to talk and reminiss about the old days of being "wild" as our race called it ever so offten.

i asked him of his occupation and he reponded assassin. slightlly supprised i looked to the left to see a human was glarring at him the human quicklly turned away and started to sit. i turned back and wild one said that the human had been hired to kill him but he didnt seem the slight bit obscured by it.

the dwarf entered the tavern with his freind that was much bigger than him and walked straight up to wild one.......

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Ray walks into the tavern after another long day of travel..
The first thing that comes to attention is some possible trouble brewing in front of the bar.
Not in the mood for any nonsense just yet.. need some drink in me first..
Ray quietly walks toward the back of the room where he waves over a serving maid. Moments later, he is slouching over The Stranger's Pleasure's strongest, waiting..

[RavenLord]

A hooded character followed Raybur into the tavern.
Kyron was originaly planning to just walk past it and be about his business, when he saw, by coincidence it seemed, someone familiar. Raybur Ravenloc, his old opponent from the Gladiator fights.
The loot will wait for awhile..I hope
The thief thought, as he changed his course and walked into the tavern, face still hooded.
He quickly noticed pretty much everything that was going on inside, but didn

[Nehemia]

Nehemia turns and sees the two men in the table..
Hmm.. This will be interesting, perhaps I'll join them later...

[Komako]

The Seeker sits in another corner of the tavern, taking every sight, smell, and sound in. The most agitating of the smells were coming from two drunks, which happened to be arguing with each other.

A dark and hooded figure speaks to them. "Hphm. Lets not even start comparing battle scars. I already know you don't have them, your voices echo with lies."

Perhaps an ally in truth...

A straw falls from a peephole in the ceiling. The Seeker listens, and hears grunting and moaning coming from the peephole. Pleasure indeed...

A negative-charged feeling tingles on the back of her Mirdain neck, and Komako waits for whatever it is that will happen.

[Mashed-Potatos]

"Oh snap! I gotta get out of here soon." Kelious said quietly, getting out of bed. "The owner is sure to be wanting his money by now."

Grabbing his daggers and tossing his sack on his back, Kelious begins to open the window quietly. Carefully yet quickly he begins to decend from the second story of the tavern. Peering in from the top of a large window on the main floor, Kelious notices several things, but the one that caught his attention most was the Mirdain sitting at the table nearly infront of the window Kelious was hanging at. The Mirdain was being approached by a shadey looking figure.

"This might be an intesting conversation. I'm sure they won't mind if I listen in." Kelious thought to himself, grinning wide while he did so...

[lok-tar-ogar]

the two dwarf's walked up to wild one who now had a longsword gripped at his side almost under his cloak of fur. they started to talk with a slight drunk haze to there voice's.

i started to chant gaining power for a spell. the two dwarves began to talk more boustfully and with a slight angering tone in thier voice they didnt go as far as to insult wild one but i could see he was rdy for a fight.

i began to cast unholy fire quicklly but quietly. then one of the dwarfs pushed wildone into the bar. in a flash wild-one drew his sword and swipped at the unsuspecting dwarven warrior leaveing a bloody line through his chest. i quickly finished the spell and cast it upon the bigger dwarf who was now trying to tackle wild one.

wild-one ripped and tore against the dwarven man who was already badly burnt and falling to the ground. the amaller dwarf faced me as i said BEAT IT waiting a second he looked at his now dead freind on the floor and decided to run blood still gushing out of his wound.

i didnt mind the dwarven fighter except to loot a mace and his bag of gold at his waist

upstairs i could hear a womans voice saying ow...ow...OW your on fire i looked up to see a black burn mark on the celling. wild-one turned to the barkeep and dropped a bag of gold saying this should cover the damages and another round.

we took a seat near the right side of the tavern as to avoid more trouble as we watched the human.....

[RavenLord]

OOC: As much as I do respect your roleplaying skills, Lok-tar, I think we would all apriciate it if you didn

[Nehemia]

Nehemia sighs... Can't they behave at least once?.. Hphm. Next one who causes trouble will have a new haircut....

[Reigngod]

The ork Warchief, Reign, walks in followed by a large group of his best clansmen. One of them grabs 3 tables and moves them together to make room for each to take a seat and begin drinking.

As they all continue their loud and abnoxious stories of battle and hunts, Reign moves to the bar and asks for 2 barrels of the darkest brew available, and requests that one be placed on each end of the group. he lays down a handful of coins, plenty for the brew, but a bit lacking on the tip which he claims the rest will be seen when they are finished.

[Komako]

Orks... I hate orks...

Komako peers at the roudy band, and grins wickedly. The shady figure in the opposite corner of the tavern attracts Komako's attention, so she walks (or rather slinks in shadow) to him (or her).

Time to test the fellow...

"Tell me... do you hate orks as much as I do?"

[Nehemia]

Nehemia raises his head... Stares the lady into eyes with cunning grin on his face.. It kind'a depends how much you hate them...

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe pushes open the door and then steps into the room, stooped over due to his very tall stature . He is followed in by three of his Clansmen . As the last of his hunting party enters he draws himself up to his full height of 7 plus feet and surveys the other patrons of the bar, and those trying very hard to blend into the shadows .
A wolfish grin spits his long jaws as he recognises a sometimes ally, Reigngod, the leader of the Doomfire Orks . They had fought alongside before and when they got together disaster was usually the result . It looked like disaster was going to visit the tavern .
His gaze passed upon the lone Mahirim, not of his clan, of Lok-tar-ogar and onto
the sylvan elf and Mercian seated in the corner...especially that cloaked figure .
That one had answers that Bensidhe needed ...the room had gone deathly silent ....

[RavenLord]

OOC: Since Ray seems to have abondoned us, I

[Reigngod]

"Bensidhe!", Shouts Reign, gaining the attention from everyone and everything in the bar. Reign stands and greets him with a mug of brew and offers him the opportunity to take a seat and drink with his men.

While standing, Reign takes a look around for the first time since he ordered his drinks and notices alot of tension on the faces of everyone else in the Tavern.

Thinking he's helping the situation, he stands and says "I vow to kill each and every one of you in this tavern who do not praise the fire dragon...but not tonight. Tonight I shall leave your soft skulls in your posession, but be warned, a single unsheathed weapon might change my mind". By now, the Tavern air has gone from tense to confusion. Reign takes his seat proud of his words and pours himself another mug.

[Komako]

Nehemia raises his head... Stares the lady into eyes with cunning grin on his face.. It kind'a depends how much you hate them...

Komako turns her head to listen to the Ork 'cheiftan' yell something. He was obviously drunk. Annoying greenskins.

"What about hating them enough to slice n' dice a few in the middle of a tavern..."

[RavenLord]

Words of the drunk ork weren

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe's eyes had never left the small group in the one corner even as Reigngod had greeted him and he had politely declined the offer of seat at the Ork's table . "Some other time, friend . Tonight we seek information . Keep your men ready though, this may get ..messy" and nodded to his gauntlet . His Ghost Claw had been modified to go further up his arm so it was better suited for close quarters work . Time and experience and many scars had taught the Mahirim about the perils of fighting in closed spaces .
At about this point he had caught the sudden movement of the Sylvan mage and dropped to all fours as the room exploded in blinding white light . Doing what came naturally Bensidhe sprang forward and in one hop had flattened the mage , but still had two other nasty csutomers to deal with .

[Reigngod]

The bag of powder which knocked Reigns beer over changed his attention across the room just in time to divert his eyes from the extreme, bright blast.

Still, Reign, in confusion immediately grabs his sword and takes a wild swing at the first target he finds taking the mug out of the hands of a dwarf, who in turn was also blinded by the explosion. Reign procedes to run him through with his blade.

After this initial attack, He looks to the corner where Bensidhe had taken down one patron, So Reign quickly moved in that direction to give asistance.

[Komako]

"I strongly suggest you cover your eyes and turn them away from the Orks"

The room exploded in bright light, coming from the direction of the Ork company. Shit...!

The young mage that had created the illumination was viciously pounced upon by a large Mahirim. This should be good...

Ignoring the Mahirim and stupid mage Komako slung up an arrow and fired it at the Ork chieftan, whom had just impaled a Dwarf. Die you spawn of chaos...

It then occured to her Mirdain self that the companion she had been speaking with had not made a sound yet...

[RavenLord]

OOC: Kyron is not a mage..just a simple thief with a bagful of tricks :p
hmm..and he seems to be in trouble :(

IC: [I]Hmm..this isn

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe felt the sting of the daggers as they scraped along the edge of his leather armor and through the bindings by his ribs ...agggghhh..not again! Grimacing in pain , he lets all of his weigh fall on the struggling human beneath him , causing further pain ,but knocking the breath out of his resourceful assailant and possibly breaking a rib or three ..hopefully . Still staying low, he grabs the disheveled lump and throws him across the room towards the other stunned patrons . The Mirdain is whom he's after, the collateral damage from the mage/thief would be dealt with later ..if he survived . Gods how he hated close quarter fighting in Human biuldings !
The three members of the hunting party have taken up positions by the doors and two windows and their gauntlets were off revealing their own natural daggers at the end of their paws .
Bensidhe notices one of them is starting to foam at the jaws ..a 'zerker rage quickly building . This was going to have to be fast or the room was going to be bathed in a new color, blood red and lots of it .
Reigngod had let out a bellow and was now sporting an arrow in his arm ..and didn't appear to be slowing down any in his charge towards the table ..just like old times ...

[Komako]

((Which Mirdain are you after?))

[Bensidhe]

((The quietly sitting hooded one, so far;) ))

[Reigngod]

Reign felt an immense pain in his left arm while he charged ahead full speed. His shield finally up at the ready and sword cocked back as to deliver a final blow on the first hit.

Crashing through tables he makes a leap over the final one and swings his sword with everything he has to clear some room for his injured Mahirim friend. A small splatter of blood jets from the Mirdain Komako's chest as he had quickly dodged just enough to only allow minor damage to come from the large ork. With Bensidhe on the ground wrestling with the theif for the upper hand, Reign was in the position of at least having to hold off the 2 mirdain until his fellow orks could regain composure enough to fight(OOC: God I hope thats soon :) ).

Reign takes the butt end of his sword while all the while concentrating on the cornered mirdain, and clubs the injured theif in the face to relieve Bensidhe. The thief seems knocked out...or at least stunned.

[Komako]

Komako smiles, chuckles, then begins laughting hysterically. Her dark eyes glimmer. The Ork comes crashing towards her, and takes a broad swing, only managing to cut a small line across her upper chest.

Next time you slice away at my womanhood I slice your manhood.... greenskin....

The Seeker is cornered by the large Ork. The Chieftan could not see his party was occupied with other residents of the tavern behind him. There were a lot of pissed dwarves and humans engaging the Orks in combat.

A dark pulse of energy is released from Komako's hand, and a soothing and seductive voice is heard within the Chieftan's mind.

"Surrender... lay your head down... you are in a fluffy bed, and there are women with you... they will please you... sleep my darling..."

[RavenLord]

Kyron had to struggle to simply stay awake. The pain was overwhelming, as his already battered body crashed into the wall. Some ribs were possibly broken and his left wrist hurted like hell. Also he had a dosen bruises all over him. And he had lost his daggers.
[I]Well at least I

[Reigngod]

Reign was fighting fantasy trying to stay focused in reality but seemed to be losing. He began to fade out into a trance. At the same time, his band of orks were having it out with the patrons, when a chair leg came flying and struck Reign across the side of his face, releasing him from this fantasy and placing him back into a confused reality.

Reign loses control and goes into a wild frenzy, he throws the bottom end of his shield in Komako's face and with a deep pull back, strikes with a downward thrust to plunge the sword deep into his enemies chest.

[Nehemia]

The hooded figure throws his cloak into tavern's floor, revealing the red, long hair...
He takes his swords, which were leaning against the wall...
He almost joins the fight, but then he starts considering and jumps onto table...
You fools! Go outside or stop it! If I see a single swing after my yell, I personally make sure he doesnt swing again. Maybe I look like a lousy and un-skilled thug, but beware. No one has ever won Scarlet Strider in fight!
After he yelled, obviously drunk, he fell down.... Jumping back up, he saw a ork charging towards him, he dropped his swords. dodged orks attack and jumped on the table again, from there he tried to jump on orks shoulders, but failed and ork caught him from his feet, slamming him trough table...

ooc: Nehemia is knocked down at least for a while.

[Bensidhe]

Adrenaline had taken over Bensidhe's wounded body and he no longer felt the pain of Kyron's knife wounds . He looked over to the groggy thief and saw him fumbling with a dark blade ...obviously not quite totally conscious .
He locked gazes with him and shook his head telling the human silently he was not the target and to continue was not a good idea. The look he gave left no doubt to that .
Still staying low, Bensidhe looked quickly to the table and was rewarded with the sight of Reign being bashed by a chair leg from a raging dwarf ...now that was going to have consequences . Yep, Reign suddenly seemed alive and a wild swing had patrons and combatants alike ducking as the swing turned into a strike for the Mirdains exposed chest .
"NOOOOOOO!" bellowed Bensidhe and dove pell mell into the melee . His target though wasn't Reign's target, but that darkly cloaked figure on the other side . The exposed 6 inches of the Ghost Claws were glowing in a pale white vapor and to anyone observing the dive, a trail of white followed . He crashed into Reign , the Mirdain mage, the table and now moving cloaked Mirdain . Wood splintered, bones cracked and the 3 blades of the Claw caught the trailing edge of his quarrie's cloak . Reign was in full battle rage , trying to get to his original tartget and winning by sheer dint of the ork's incredible strength . It was chaos as all four scrambled to get back into the fight .

Across the room, the Mahirim zerker had snapped and was now on the hunt . A dwarf lay dead at its feet, most of its throat ripped out and hanging from the enraged Wolfen's maw . That in itself had everyone looking to get out in any way possible, and with the only exits being blocked by the other two Mahirim the vast majority were heading for the upstairs , or trying desperately to get past the Mahirim and Orks .
So much for being a quiet night .

[Nehemia]

Neherun wakes up...
So, this is the way you want it to be, eh?
Two sides of the sword, you may think its nothing but agony. When you feel the hate. It is the hand that carries the way.... The order shall leave non' evil deed un-punished... Shall we dance?
He takes off his shirt, revealing tabard of the Order of the Blade. He grabs his swords and joins the fight.....
Charging Mahirim from behind, Nehemia swings his sword, but too drunk to handle it, the sword slips from Nehemia's hand and flies out of the window, breaking it.
Geez! That's totally my luck..
Nehemia jumps couple of foot steps backwards, as the Mahirim turns around...

[Reigngod]

The chaos in the tavern is insuing into an all out targetless brawl. The mixture of booze, hate, and the mist of blood in the air has everyone in a lust for destruction. The only thing keeping allies from attacking allies are the luckily missed swings. By this point, in such a crowded, closed in area...It has become imposible for weapons to be fully utilized so most have gone to the use of bare hands and/or daggers and kitchen knives.

The orks and mahirim are beginning to conform together near the entryway to stop retreats as well as block off reinforcements. Bodies of the dead and unconsious alike have carpeted the floor making even the most agile combatant take calculated steps to prevent from tripping.

Reign, now begining to become exhausted after relying on his brute strength for so long to keep him alive, is now running on nothing more than the will to live. He has dropped his sword as it has become more of a liability in this type of fight than an instrument of destruction, but still holds strong to his shield using it for short lunge attacks. He releases his grasp from a humans throat, who he was holding against a window, when a sword comes soaring by his tusk and out the glass it went.

"Why the hell do people keep throwin' stuff at me!?" he screams as he narrows down the source of the lost sword and begins his advancement toward Neherun. As he moves forward, a stong blast of heat sends Reign face down to the floor and has burned through the straps which holds his breastplate on. With the searing metal against his skin, he immediately removes it and quickly moves to the corner of the tavern hoping for cover.

[Komako]

Komako frowns after seeing the spells effects inefficient against the Ork.

"You fools! Go outside or stop it! If I see a single swing after my yell, I personally make sure he doesnt swing again. Maybe I look like a lousy and un-skilled thug, but beware. No one has ever won Scarlet Strider in fight!"

The large chieftan slams his shield into her face, and prepares to deal a lethal blow, when a large Mahirim comes crashing from the other side of the room, knocking the combatants around.

The Seeker crawls from the pile, and runs through the fray of the tavern to the unconcious and stupid mage/thief. "You stupid human..."

Komako softly chants, and a cloak of shadow seems to envelop the thief. Well I've had enough for the night... The entryway is crowded with bloodthirsty Mahirim and Orks. Damn. Turning her eyes to the staircase, Komako sprints in that direction and up the stairs, with the more 'passive' of the tavern's inhabitants, while at the same time nocking and firing one last arrow back into the fray.

[Bensidhe]

ooc: This thread is turning into a pretty good story .Kudos folks . Keep it up ! :) I'm really curious to see what a few of the others that I haven't seen post in the last 24 hours have to add .

[Reigngod]

Reign, who has moved from one corner to another has found safety within his ranks of orks and that of Bensidhe's pack. Wanting to end this sooner than later, he orders half of his orks to the outside and surround the building. Then tells them to throw lit torches through the top floor windows hoping to bottleneck people in the staircase to make the crowd easier to handle.

Now there are very few combatants fighting on the first floor, most of the ork grunts are slinging firey sticks to the upper floors and guarding the bottom of the staircase. kneeling behind an overturned and battered table, he drinks another mug of beer and feels ready to return to the fight.

[Komako]

((For those still wishing to join the RP, a break-down of what has happened so far.))

Act I:

- Komako (Mirdain) and Nehemia (Mirdain) are sitting in the tavern, in dark corners.

- Kyron (Human) enters the tavern and seats himself.

- Kelious (Human) exits the tavern via the upstairs window.

- There is a dispute in the tavern between some dwarves that result in some bloodshed.

- Reign (Ork) and his orkish party enter the tavern and seat themselves.

- Komako approaches Nehemia with the intent to attack the orks.

- Bensidhe (Mahirim) enters with 3 party members. Reign greets Bensidhe and attempts to soothe the inhabitants of the tavern; they are unconfortable with the Mahirim and Orkish companies.

Act II

- Kyron illuminates the tavern resulting in the habitants going blind for a few seconds. At this moment, Reign impales a dwarf and Komako fires an arrow at Reign.

- Bensidhe charges Kyron and is stabbed by a dagger. His party is guarding the doors and windows of the tavern.

- Reign charges Komako and makes a broad thrust of the sword at her chest, creating a light wound. He then clubs Tyron across the face.

- Reign's party engages the other inhabitants of the tavern. All hell brakes loose. Komako attempts to soothe Reign with a spell. Reign resists the spell and pummels Komako with his shield.

- Nehemia reveals himself and engages some orks in combat. He is knocked out. Reign prepares to deal a fatal blow to Komako

- Bensidhe tumbles across Reign to save him from a fatal strike from what appeared to be an anonomous Mirdain attacker. The fatal blow about to hit Komako misses in the process. All four are knocked down to the floor.

- Nehemia awakes and re-joins the battle. He thrusts his blade at a Mahirim, and ends up losing grip, throwing it right past Reign's head.

- Reign charges Nehemia and is blasted by a heat wave. He proceeds to the corner of the tavern for cover.

- Komako casts a concealment spell over Tyron, then sprints up the stairs away from the bloodshed.

- Reign orders troops to light fire to the second floor of the building. The fighting on the first floor is lightening, and the battle is turned to the Mahirim and Ork companies.

Current:

- Komako is upstairs with scared inhabitants. The Mahirim and Ork companies are blocking the tavern's exits and are engaged with other inhabitants. The battle on the first floor has swayed to the Orks and Mahirim. Nehemia and Besidhe are within the brawl.

[lok-tar-ogar]

i sat and watched the brawl in the tavern grow ever more steady and more violent. as i sat and watched i noticed a small group guarding the doors of the tavern i knew they were going to start a small war.

as i continued to drink and watch the massacre wild one stood up and walked to the bar to get us another round upon his return we were approched by one of the elves at the door.

elven's and men what a disgrace they bring to this world it is no wonder why we try and rid them from our existance.

a man fell before my feet almost dead i put my claws up to his neck while he was still on the ground and cut his neck ahh one less human in the world i said as i grabbed his money purse and decided that this was a fine time to leave the now roudy tavern.

as i reached the door one man stood in front blocking the way. MOVE! i said to the man he didnt look to happy about it but he slowly stepped aside allowing me to pass.

i could see my fellow mahirim and orks inside knowing that they wouldent stand for this pervertion of this land to continue. i waited outside with a rdy claw for the next one to leave the tavern......

[Nehemia]

OOC: My character is human..
IC:
Darn it, my favorite tavern is going to burn down... And theres nothing I can do about it..
Nehemia takes his dagger from his belt and attacks Besidhe..
'Cause of you all this started, taste steel!....

[RavenLord]

OOC: just to point out a little dilemma...since Bensihde tossed Kyron across the room, there is no way that Reigngod could bash him with his sword..so I think Kyron gets to keep his nose straight for now? :p

IC:
Kyron never fell quite totally unconcious. He knew that if he did, death would be almost certain in a place like this, so only his strong will kept him awake. During the entire fight, he had a (very) rough idea what was going on.

At some point, his right hand fingers lost their grip of the poisoned throwing dagger, and the clank woke him up a bit further. It also attracted attention of a certain Mahirim near him...the Mahirim looked around for the cause of the noice..then the creture looked straight at Kyron...the thief got rady to fight for his life. But the mahirim just looked away, as if he hadn

[Komako]

"Seems that we are trapped here my lady..."

There is a small blood trickle from Komako's chest and a bruise on her left cheek. She turns her head to the magely thief and replies in a dry voice. "No shit; o' clever one..."

The room has one window and five inhabitants, all of them besides Komako are human. One of the others is a girl, and by the way she is dressed Komako could only imagine what was going on in the room before she kicked the door open. A not-so well thrown torch richochets off the window back towards the ground below, and someone - or something screams.

The Seeker turns around to the others in the room. "Follow me, be burned alive, or jump and die." Komako then fires a blind arrow out the window downwards, and crawls out onto the slim roofline. She scuttles across the roof, without looking back, hoping that along one of the tavern's walls there is another close building that one can jump to.

[Reigngod]

The ceiling of the first floor has begun to crash down around Reign, Bensidhe, Nehemia, and the other Humans and dwarves. ''The upper level must be getting unstable" Reign thought to himself, just before 2 humans came crashing through and landed in a motionless heap on the floor. Bensidhe is finishing a human along the far wall near the broken window, taking clumps of flesh from the poor creatures body with every swing.

Reign orders his men to retreat from the building and circle the tavern completely as to not allow any more escapes. Running toward the door, he notices Nehemia take a swipe at Bensidhe. Wanting to help, Reign turns quickly and takes a couple steps when he is stopped in his tracks by falling beams and furniture, burning with the fury of this almighty fire dragon. With no other option, he is forced to exit the building.


While outside, one of Reigns greenskins tells him that a few(enemies) have escaped among the rooftops. Knowing this will likely result in human hunting parties, Reign sends one of his quickest grunts to ride to their encampment to gain reinforcements.

[RavenLord]

The sarcastic answer of the Mirdain made Kyron smile, or rather grin, through his pain. Then she was out of the window and on the roof. Kyron grinned again as he thought about the climbing and jumping around ahead.
"You couldn

[lok-tar-ogar]

waiting outside i saw the death and destruction of the tavern it was MAD they were killing everyone in sight and some had died while trying to escape out the back and upstairs.

I was outside in the freezing winds and saw a human trying to scale down the side of the wall. hehe foolish human i thought as i began to cast wild fire wilder indur hasst. the human didnt see me i dont know how he didnt i was in plain veiw.

i watched the human crawl slowly down the side of the tavern i cast the spell. i watched the human catch fire and burn SCREAMING he began to catch the upper level of the tavern start on fire as the human dog fell to the ground engulfed in orange fire he sat burning.

he burned for a minute before he went totally silent i walked up and cut his throught just in case. a group of two humans and one dwarf walked by in a drunken stooper barelly able to stand. they looked up and started to yell THE ROOF THE ROOF THE ROOF IS ON FIRE in a almost singing voice.

[RavenLord]

((wilder indur hasst?? the roof is on fire?? ...god...))

[Komako]

An explosion and a then voice stops Komako from circling the corner to the next side of the inn.

"This way if you will..."

The mage/thief hurls a grappling line at a balcony next to him, but misses. He attempts two more times before a secure line is created. One of the men on the roof hears him, and runs over to pull himself across as well. This line can't hold three people...

Komako draws arrow and fires at the man. The arrow goes straight through his hand, causing him to lose grip. He falls, and he lets out an grunt upon hitting the ground. Komako imagines the ley energies of the cloak upon the mage/thief transfer to the unconcious figure upon the ground.

A few more minutes and I won't be able to stand... can't hold it forever...
The Seeker proceeds to tug herself across the rope, following the figure who is now standing on the other building. The second floor of the inn collaspes, and the inn inplodes upon itself. The rope snaps on the inn-side, and Komako is propelled by force straight into a wall of the residential building. Umph... She holds on, barely, and slides herself down the rope towards the ground, instead of heading up.

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe was in the midst of turning a crazed human patron into so much meat when he heard the shout of another behind him . He sidesteps the charging , drunken Knight and catches him as he runs past . Grabbing his the arm with the fancy dagger in it and the humans neck he hoists him close and bares his teeth , exposing 3 inch canines . "Drunken fool " he hisses , "I have no time for you and your stupidity ".
At this point, there is a very loud series of cracks and part of the upper floor caves in . Several flaming boards glance off of Nehmia and Bensidhe, setting hair and patches of fur on fire .Two of Bensidhe's hunting party have vacated the burning Inn, no doubt having set up a loose guard . ..leaving Bensidhe alone with the struggling Paladin . Both combatants realize that time is very short and becoming charcoaled corpses is a sure reality if they don't do something..fast .
"Make yourself useful, tinman!" , yells the Mahirm leader who grabs the startled warrior by his hauberk , and then throws him through a shuttered window .
The combined force of the throw, and the weight of the human projectile turn the window and shutters into splinters . Nehmia lands hard, with less than perfect grace and dignity. Bensidhe jumps through the now open window and lands beside the groggy, aching warrior . "Many thanks, you humans are good for somethings after all it seems . I trust though you will never try to use this against me again ? " He brandishes the dagger Nehmia had tried to use on him , and drives it hilt deep into the ground by his head .

There is an ungodly screaming coming from the upper floors ...a sound that only an animal in pain can make . The growing audience around the Inn are treated to the sight of Bensidhe's third party member, the berzerker, throwiing its flaming body out of an upper story window . It lands in a blaze of sparks , still screaming and writhing on the ground .
Bensidhe runs to his tortured comrade and with one swift movement, removes the Mahirim's head with his Ghost Claw . His other two companions gather by their leader and fallen friend, raise their heads and a low, growing howl peirces the night . One of Nieths faithful is fallen, to Him they send their friend .

Bensidhe spies Reign and what remains of his party and nods . There will be a time for revenge, and of mourning those now lost in battle . For now though, its time to gather and exchange some information .
Two shadows are seen running , silhouetted against the flames of the burning Inn, across a rooftop.
Bensidhes eyes momentarily glow bright yellow ..soon..very soon . He turns and walks towards Reigngod . Yes, so much for a quiet night ...he muses .

[Marcus]

As I awoke from my alcohol-induced unconciousness, I began to hear faint screams and the sound of crackling fire from somewhere nearby the building which I had passed out in. Although a bit groggy, causing my vision to be blurred, I could see, out the window, mass chaos going on at my favorite tavern, the one called the Strangers Pleasure. The top floor was on the verge of completely caving in, people were on the roof, greenies had circled the first floor, and blurry shadows could be seen through the windows. I wiped my eyes in the hope that this was all just some hangover induced nightmare, that my favorite ale's resting place wasnt burning down in front of my eyes, but all it did was make this horrific picture clearer. Figuring that something must be done, I snatched up my crossbow, my quiver (freshly refilled with bolts), my trusted sword, and my scaling rope.

After exiting the building I took a moment to survey the scene: it appeared that the orks had control of the battle outside, due to the fact that they had the place encircled. However, the battle inside was confusing and hardly visible through the blood-spattered windows. Looking to my right I saw an ork set a man on fire who had been climbing a rope toward my building. I supressed my scream of rage for fear of the orc seeing me, so instead of barking out I drew my crossbow and took a well-aimed shot at the ork. Due to the distance between the ork and I, the arrow bounced off of the orcs head instead of piercing it, but the blow seemed sufficient to knock him out. The ork collapsed on the ground, no longer a threat to those above. However, the flames that had engulfed the man on the rope could have frayed the rope, I though. I took action, grabbing a new bolt, tied my scaling rope to it, and fired at the rooftop. The bolt stuck fast just under the roofline. I jestured to the people on the roof to use the new rope to get down. I turned away, and returned to the awful sight of the burning Tavern...
(ooc: This was originally intended to be before bensidhe's most recent post, so there may be an inconsistency or two)

[Bensidhe]

OOC: Maybe they can put your post in front of mine ?

[Urk_the_Smasher]

As the tavern burns, it becomes clear that anyone unfortunate enough not to get out are by this point surely dying in flames. Bensidhe hears the screaming of his comrades from inside. As he looks down, sighing and taking a moment to honor the fallen, 3 stunned, burned but alive Mahirim come crashing out of a window of the second floor, and land on the ground, sustaining some minor breaks in bones, but nothing that cannot be healed up. Something strange had certainly happened. One of the Mahirim looks up to explain, but his pain is too great to speak. He only beckons upward, to newly created hole in the window of the colapsing building. Out of it, there stares the strangest ork he has ever seen. He is wearing nothing but a loincloth and completely covered in decorative, elaborative, but hideous scars. Most importantly, the fire, though it clearly caused him pain, seemed to harm his body very little, as he silently stared down on his ally, his intentions masked behind a clearly disturbed face. This is a Ork that Bensidhe had met before, many months earlier, when he arrived unexpected in a Mahirim war camp bearing the good will of the Doomfire clan, the wayward, insane young prophet of the Doomfire Clan, Urk the Smasher. If the humans and their allies were to retaliate, he could certainly be counted upon.

[RavenLord]

There was something strange happening behind him. A man that was following him on the rope suddenly just fell down. Looking down, Kyron saw that none of the greenskins around had bows...looking back up, he noticed that the female Mirdain was now on the rope behind him...He started having his suspicions about who killed the man.

"We shall have to talk about this my lady" He said in a grim tone of voice. Eaventhough he wasn

[RavenLord]

There was something strange happening behind him. A man that was following him on the rope suddenly just fell down. Looking down, Kyron saw that none of the greenskins around had bows...looking back up, he noticed that the female Mirdain was now on the rope behind him...He started having his suspicions about who killed the man.

"We shall have to talk about this my lady" He said in a grim tone of voice. Eaventhough he wasn

[RavenLord]

There was something strange happening behind him. A man that was following him on the rope suddenly just fell down. Looking down, Kyron saw that none of the greenskins around had bows...looking back up, he noticed that the female Mirdain was now on the rope behind him...He started having his suspicions about who killed the man.

"We shall have to talk about this my lady" He said in a grim tone of voice. Eaventhough he wasn

[RavenLord]

There was something strange happening behind him. A man that was following him on the rope suddenly just fell down. Looking down, Kyron saw that none of the greenskins around had bows...looking back up, he noticed that the female Mirdain was now on the rope behind him...He started having his suspicions about who killed the man.

"We shall have to talk about this my lady" He said in a grim tone of voice. Eaventhough he wasn

[Nehemia]

ooc: My character is a ranger and doesnt wear plate, well, I had mail on me.
IC:


A moment, Nehemia lies on the ground.. Then he forces himself back up and runs into the nearest shady trees and hides with magical spell. Taking his eguipment from the backpack hidden in treestump. He loads his crossbow and waits.....
Seeing couple of people managing to escape the tavern.. He smiled a bit..
Observing the orcs deeds. He waits for them to get closer.. and the bolt might just pierce their armours. Its almost midnight, and you couldnt see further than your own hand without a torch or the burning tavern....

Suddenly, he hears footsteps behind him....
(ooc: if new role-player wants to join in, heres your chance!)

[RavenLord]

((Wtf..I

[Komako]

((Quaddriple posting 4tw?))

Once Komako was level with the first-floor windows of the apartment, she kicks one in. The glass does not break, and the metal hinges swing in silently. She jumps in. I must release the shield...

The room Komako is in is small, and there is one bed - unoccupied. It was obviously designed for a servant of the upstairs 'luxury' suites.

The Seeker ponders about the unconcious man that she had intentionally removed from the line. Well, I can only hope he doesn't get butchered...

She releases the shield, and falls into an unconcious state herself.

[Nehemia]

((ooc:Nothing nothing, lets keep the story up. This is getting fun..
After the thing ends we could add everything into same post and create a history and begin new open-rp :) ))

[valerion]

((ooc:Nothing nothing, lets keep the story up. This is getting fun..
After the thing ends we could add everything into same post and create a history and begin new open-rp :) ))
valerion:alfar
ooc: Ill help it out seeing how i wont be in the city or tavern ;0

Standing on a hill outside the city valerion looked in over the wall; a building was on fire burning in the distance. He turned and sliced the other ear off "This human that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time" he thought, well right time for me.. He needed more reagents for his spells to replenish his supply, and this ear would be the first of many. Pulling his hood on tighter to avoid sun he looked for more victims.. I mean reagents. As he waited for the sun to go down he stared into the city

[Ulcis Cor]

(ooc: if new role-player wants to join in, heres your chance!)

[ooc: Thanks for the opportunity Nehemia... I sincerely hope I can add to fun that has already been here.]

Ulcis Bloodmaw sat upon the back of his mount sniffing the air. A building was burning not far off to the south and with it the stench of burning flesh. He was about to dismiss the situation out of hand until he heard the faint sound of low mournful howls drifting along the wind from the same direction.

He immediately reigned his massive worg [ooc: just guessing here] to the south letting his nose guide him and soon he could see the redish glow of a massive fire looming over the next hillock. He urged his beast to greater speed, Mahirim blood had been spilt and he was egar to learn why.

As he crested the hillock he reigned the worg in and stopped hard. The scene below was chaos. A band of Orks had a burning tavern surrounded while three Mahirim milled about near an apparently fallen companion. It seem that a battle had been fought but that it was winding down a bit. A few Orks still scuffled with some indigenous folk but they had the situation well in hand.

He decided to move down and around the tavern to his left and see if he could discern anything further than his initial assessment. His only interest was to ensure that whoever had spilled the blood of his kin, however distant, had paid for their crime.

As he guided his mount near the battered tavern a few of the Orks marked his coming and he nodded to them in salute. He was circling around behind the tavern when the worg stopped dead in it's tracks and sniffed the air hard. Beform him, Ulcis saw only a shadowy clump of trees highlighted by the burning tavern but his trusted mount sensed something more. It's eyes were locked at the base of the trees where the shadows were deepest and it began to growl.

Ulcis stood up in the stirrups, peered into the shadows and saw nothing. He had the distinct sense that someone was hidding there but he could not pin point exactly where. All at once he realized that some kind of cloaking magic was being used to thwart his sight. He snuffed at the air but the burning tavern and other mingled scents served to thwart that sense as well. Two Orks were appoarching the stand of trees but their focus was on the tavern and so they were oblivious to Ulcis AND the trees. He prodded his mount closer to trees cautiously... watching... waiting... as was his way, for the shadows to make their move.

[Bensidhe]

<ooc> Too bad this didn't have a visual aspect, ala a Sin City type of comic . This stuff has a lot of visuals in it that would tarnslate nicely into pictoral form.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: sorry about that whole disappearing, didn't expect this thing to pick up so damn quick, and been very busy lately.. i'll try to squeeze this in.. Ray praises only Fortune after all..

A warm hand was sliding across Raybur's face, then suddenly bacame a lash, sending blinding pain through his head, and he awoke..
There was flame everywhere, and it had obviously been burning for a good long time.. I need to stop drinking.. not after a long day like this, and definitely not in a place like this..
There was a ceiling beam over his head, propped up on a section of wall nearby, which seemed to have kept most of the collapsing building from burying him in his sleep. The only wounds Raybur could notice on his body, aside from various small gashes and burns, was a good-sized, freely bleeding gash from a chunk of wood that had burned off of his shelter.. Fortune has smiled so far, I better not push it, time to go..

Crawling through the burning brands to the shattered wall nearby, raybur finds a gap in the wreck to squeeze through to the outside.. pushing his staff ahead of him.
Shit.
Raybur finally notices upon looking up that the inn is ringed by orks, apparently the ones responsible.. for the wreck..

Raybur gains his feet quickly, and looks for his best chance of survival. The orks had just noticed him, there were three just to the right about ten yards away, and another two about five yards to the left. Well, easy enough choice..
Turning to the three orks, Ray approaches at a casual walk.

Mildly confused, the orks simply stand there and allow him to approach, lifting their weapon in preparation for an easy kill.
Five feet from the three, Raybur springs into action, stabbing forward at the first orc, striking the overgrown toad square in the eye. Then as the first orc drops, Ray spins left and steps right bringing the staff back and around to crack against the back of the second orc's left knee. One more quick movement and a lunge to the left brings the other end of the staff between the legs of the final ork, where a quick twist sends it sprawling.

Then Raybur is off while the shocked orks attempt to shake themselves off and regain their footing to chase after.. Up the main road a bit and down an alleyway, Raybur spots an old 'aquaintance' disappearing over the roofline directly above about the same time another mirdain disappears into a window directly below.
At least I am apparently going the right direction.. would be nice to get up there, an extra blade would be niice too..
Coming out the other end of the alley Raybur turns onto the road on the opposite side of the alley from the burning inn. Ray calls up as he swaps his staff for his bow, and begins to string it as he watches the orks madly rushing for the alley.
"HEY!! Kyron, that you? Wouldn't happen to have a rope would you?"

Luckily the alley was only wide enough for one of the armored orks at a time, so that when Ray finally got an arrow to string, there was only one target, who suddenly realised this as well. A quick, threatening gesture sent the orc to pushing back against his 4 comrades and a quick pileup of orkflesh. Seeing a good oportunity, Raybur released the arrow into the throat of the rather large orc on top before looking up as he drew a second..

[Ulcis Cor]

<ooc> Too bad this didn't have a visual aspect, ala a Sin City type of comic . This stuff has a lot of visuals in it that would tarnslate nicely into pictoral form.

[ooc] Agreed... this has been a very good read so far and I just couldn't resist joining you all. :D Well done everyone! Thanks.

[RavenLord]

"So you finally decided to wake up huh?"
Kyron shouted back to Raybur.
He was just about to continue his escape, when he heard someone call his name...he was for some reason happy that his former opponent had survived.
"Unfortunately my rope is over there burning" He said pointing at the tavern. The thief looked down from the roof and noticed an opportunity: the first floor balconys were quite low...low enough, it seemed, for someone agile enough to be able to climb that way.
"Use the balconys. It

[Nehemia]

Nehemia saw the mahirim riding close to him, he had to roll few steps left so the worg didint step on him.
He aimed with his crossbow, but he dediced to go behind a tree for the moment, since there were so many orcs near the burning tavern...
He took a deep breath, prepearing to one-shot kill.. stood up. As he comes behind the tree. He sees Mahirim only few footsteps away.
Nehemia doesnt even breath, he stands still as the mahirim comes closer and closer...
Just come' closer, and this bolt will pierce your heart.....

[Adjanah]

Stopping dead in her tracks as she neared the inn, Adjanah exclamied something inbetween a gasp and a laugh. The inn was on fire. People were being thrown through the windows. Greenskins and dogs and humans were running amock in plain view, slaughtering each other. "What in blithering hell is going on here...?" With an astonished snicker she darted into a thicket of trees and crept closer, muttering "Shoulda thought to bring some popcorn..."

((great work guys, very nice read))

[Ulcis Cor]

Ulcis stopped well short of the shadowy trees. He was sure that whoever was hiding there knew he was there as well... or if they didn't they'd been knocked stupid by an earlier blow to the head.

"I know you are there... I can't see you but I know." he growled as he now raised his shield ready block any missiles that might fly his way.

"Here I sit in plain view, while you cower in the shadows hoping I'll expose myself to sneak attack. That will never happen and the longer you wait longer the Orks and my fellow Mahirim will have to notice me sitting here in plain view... talking to shadows. I'm sure they have a spare torch handy with which set those trees ablaze. Your only hope is one to one against me. Make your move so I can finish you and be on my way... or sneaky away while that cloaking spell still holds."

He sits atop his worg behind his shield now a full ten paces from the stand of trees. He knows that the cloak will break the moment an attack comes so he focuses on a single point in the center of the stand and then scans is eyeballs back and forth ever so slowly. To even the most astute of observers it would appear that Ulcis was focused intently on one point and paying no heed to anything further.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

"Use the balconys. It

[Marcus]

((After my one small post, Im afraid Im going to have to drop out of this story. However, what I am doing with my time is beginning to compile all of this and flesh it out, virtually making it an unprinted book as Nehemia suggested. I'll leave some periodic updates as to where I am with it. Its an amazingly good piece of roleplaying and I think it'll make a great 'book' -Marcus Serevus, Yew Militia))

[Shanks]

As Shanks steps out onto the balcony, sack of plunder slung so obviously over his shoulder it could pass as a suitable dictionary pose for the word "looter", he has to stop himself from bumping into Raybur.
Plastering a grin across his features and nodding sociably he takes note of the horrible burns the Mirdain has suffered.
"Out in the sun a little too long, matey?" He asks cheerily, taking a quick peep over the edge of the balcony and finding his departure route jammed with orks and his local blazing merrily.
Rolling his shoulder a little to make the loot rest more comfortably he looks back into the home he recently appeared from.
"Looks like it's the front door for me again... Ah well, the life of an honest merchant is never easy."
With that he turns to re-enter the scene of his petty crime.

[Wasn't sure if this was the balcony of the same room Komako broke into so decided to leave that alone]

[RavenLord]

As Raybur commenced his climb, Kyron kept his attention on the magical darkness and listened to the racket made by Orks in it. For now the greenskins seemed to just stumble around, bumbing into eachother and cursing everyone and everything.
Come on, come on, come on
Kyron urged Ray in his mind.

Just as the Mirdain was pulling himself onto the third balcony, one of the greenskins found his way out of the darkness. It wasn

[Komako]

Komako hears a figure quietly open the door, and then proceed to the open window. She opens her eyes. In the dark room it is unclear as to the identiy of the fellow, but by the sack of spoils over his shoulder he was up to no good. He climbs out the window, and does not notice her. This should be interesting...

"Out in the sun a little too long, matey?" The Seeker hears a voice from the balcony. "Looks like it's the front door for me again..."

Komako heads in the opposite direction, towards the door. She opens and closes it gently. She is in a narrow hallway, and there are two chairs in front of her. She grabs one and puts it beneath the hatch, trapping it, so that it could not be opened from the inside.

Where is the city militia...?

The Seeker walks down the hallway, quietly pondering this to herself. Her body aches from the effort, but the cloaking spell had been released, and her strength was returning rapidly. I do hope that fellow is ok... She stops and opens a door with a symbol representing 'stairs.' I can snipe any enemies that attempt to butcher that innocent man... Komako opens the door, and begins walking up.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur starts as a blade whips within a foot of his head..
The hell is he doing?
"Come on now, only one more to go"
"You haven

[Shanks]

Shanks hesitates, looking up at the climb, as if trying to calculate a method of ascent that doesn't involve him leaving his beloved plunder behind.
Eventually he jams his hands into the sack and pulls out two bulging handfuls of loot, stuffing them in each of his pockets before making a short jump and pulling himself up on various nubs and out-jutting holds.
He keeps a safe distance from Raybur as he does so, not because he had caught wind of the Mirdain's musings to throw him to the orks, but because in his plunder obsessed state of mind he is weary of anyone being in proximity of his trinkets.
Having wrung more salt water out of his socks than the averge man has sailed upon, he is no stranger to high climbs under precarious circumstances.
Eventually he reaches the lip of the roof, pulling himself teeteringly into open air for a brief moment before he is safely on solid structure.

He offers Kyron his trademark cheeky grin and stands around casually waiting for the others to act, as if such situations are the most natural of social encounters.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Reaching the top of the building, Ray squats to catch his breath, and finally wrap some cloth from his satchel around his head.
"Well, none of us are likely to get any sleep tonight.. how about some toad-stomping?"

[RavenLord]

"Heads up!"
Kyron cacthes the trown gladius into his free hand and examines it for a moment. It was a bit longer and heavier then his daggers, but it would do well.
"Thanks"
Then Ray pulled himself up on the roof, breathing heavily, followed by the other thief.
As they got up, Kyron stood up from his croaching position and lifted the magical darkness from the ally below. Shortly after, he heard the two remaining Orks running away, probably looking for another way up..or getting reinforcements.
"Well, none of us are likely to get any sleep tonight.. how about some toad-stomping?"
The Mirdain was right. This incident would not go unoticed by the city guard...and if these Orks and Mahirim were as stubborn as they usually are, they would get reinforcements and engage the entire city, seeking for revenge...they were up for a rough night, all of them.
"Well, those greenskins have already costed me a nights loot..and a dagger"
Kyron said and grinned eavily. Waiting for Ray to climb up had given him a chance to rest a bit...he was anxious to do some revanging of his own.
"Lead on..."

OOC: This will be a bit tricky now that we

[Bensidhe]

((After my one small post, Im afraid Im going to have to drop out of this story. However, what I am doing with my time is beginning to compile all of this and flesh it out, virtually making it an unprinted book as Nehemia suggested. I'll leave some periodic updates as to where I am with it. Its an amazingly good piece of roleplaying and I think it'll make a great 'book' -Marcus Serevus, Yew Militia))

ooc:
Looking foreward to it Marcus . maybe make an e-zine out of it, or get a fansite going for it . I think its a hell of way to introduce old/new lore as we go .:)

btw, welcome to the new authors . This is running along just great !

[Marcus]

((where should I put the completed portions? I have the intro finished already, just need a place to put it))

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: I'd suggest a new thread.. dont want to clutter this one with xtra long posts saying the same thing..
perhaps note what post numbers each section covers.. ie1-20, 21-57, etc (post number is in the top right corner of the post)
also, kyron is right, if we want to keep this thing remotely coherent now that we are in a bigger area, a rough map of the city andimmediate surroundings would be nice..
If no one does it before I get a chance (tomorrow morning/afternoon) I'll pop something out myself (wont be particularly inspired or pretty)

[Nehemia]

Nehemia grinned at Mahirim..
Fine, you filthy beast, send your wolf away and make sure the orcs dont come into middle of our fight.. So we can settle this, once and for all.
Nehemia reveals himself, walks out of the woods. Raises his swords and swings couple of fast swings in the air..
Perfect balance...
He swings couple of more swings into air..
Can you hear that, tranqulising melody?
He cuts a branch from a tree...
My blades hunger for blood....

[RavenLord]

http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/2064/nimetn5kv.png (http://imageshack.us)

Well probably, I wouldnt make picasso proud of me, but that

[Nehemia]

((ooc: looks nice, but those walls. There should be trees before them :P))

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: so i'm figuring all the orks and mahirim are in a loose crowd around the tavern still.. ulcis and nehemia and adjanah are in the park, and me, kyron, shanks, and komako are in the merchant area just next to the tavern? (also that alfar in the woods to the southeast of the city, valerion)
I'd guess the city watch would be on its way by now, as well as ork reinforcements just outside the city. Be nice if someone jumped in as a guardsman, reinforcement, or captain of either side to hurry that along..

IC:
"Lead on...
Ray was mildly surprised at apparently being designated the leader.. less so that the new, unknown thief had said nothing so far, and didn't look appear terribly thrilled about the prospect..
"I imagine we could head to the gatehouse, seems a good place to find some help, as well as hold up a defense.. not to mention it is probably where every ork in the town is going to head when they realise that they are outnumbered by the local watch. Either they will try to get out that way or they will try to get help in.. I say we give 'em hell in trying.."

[Shanks]

Shanks continues to grin inanely, pulling the left side of his cloak back to check on the mid-length rapier hanging at his side. Apart from this thin weapon he wears no other sign of protection, garbed in loose flowing clothes, clearly a fan of speed over defence.
"Alright, mateys. I'll stick with that plan, so long as there's plunder involved o' course."
At the mention of the word his eyes light up merrily as images of coins, gems and other shiny object dance in front of his vision.
"So, do we wait for our Ork friends to throw us a rope ladder, or are we just gonna jump and hope there's a wealthy Lord to break our fall?"
He places his fists on his hips and looks from side to side expectantly, as if believing that a magic carpet is about to manifest and carry them away.

[Ulcis Cor]

Nehemia grinned at Mahirim..
Fine, you filthy beast, send your wolf away and make sure the orcs dont come into middle of our fight.. So we can settle this, once and for all.
Nehemia reveals himself, walks out of the woods. Raises his swords and swings couple of fast swings in the air..
Perfect balance...
He swings couple of more swings into air..
Can you hear that, tranqulising melody?
He cuts a branch from a tree...
My blades hunger for blood....

[ooc: Sorry for taking so long to reply... been a bit busy lately.]

Ulcis Bloodmaw's expression melts into a mask of contemptuous anger. "I am not filthy... and today you shall learn the folly raising a beast's ire."

He now lets his shield fall to hang by the tether that ties it to his mounts saddle and swings his right leg over to the left side and slides down to the ground, never taking his eyes from the enemy before him. As he steps away from the worg his hands find the hilts of his own blades and he slowly releases them from their prison with the resounding ring of steel.

He stands relaxed before the foe now, twin scimitars hanging low in front of him. Though he did have his ghost claws Ulcis knew that having a longer reach was sometimes more advantageous... plus he like the look of surprise it gave his foes to see the Mahirim sized scimitars.

He inhales a deep breath issues forth a howl... at it's first note the worg turned bounded off into night leaving the two combatants standing alone in the dark. Any Mahirim hearing the call knows it as the exceptance of a challenge to the death and would allow no one to interfere with the coming bloodshed.

He advances toward the enemy at an angle to left stepping foward with his right foot and dragging the left forward in a stomp and drag type movement. His right blade held aloft at a 45 degree angle just below his head at bent arm length and the left blade hanging low and a bit behind him. The bulk of his weight is shifted away from opponent on his left leg. In this fashion he begins to circle.

[Komako]

Komako arrives at the top of the building, and is panting - while at the same time laughing. She opens a trapdoor from the last stair to the roof.

I can't believe how stupid I am to 'protect' a man that anybody whom walks by would believe as dead... but the oppurtunity to snipe a few orks certainly is worth it....

The Seeker gently prods her way across the straw roof, and peeps down the southern edge. Much to her surprise, there is the thief, a strange man, and the mage/thief, all sitting on top of a balcony, right under her, chatting. She ignores them, and pulls forth a small handcrafted bronze telescope.

Komako browses the tavern and the orks surronding. Certainly would be a nice shot... However, to the southeast, in a grove of shady trees, brief movement crosses her passive sight. There is a large mahirim figure circling... around something. Perfect. She calmly pulls an arrow, and counts her remaining seven. Then, she shifts her position to the southeast corner of the building, and watches the mahirim intently, as to identity his/her opponent.

One shot, one kill...

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur is about to make some witty reply to his new companion, when a loud howl tears through the night...
Turning to look at the source of what he recognises as a blood duel, he notices another mirdain preparing an arrow obviously meant for the mahirim.
"Well, thats a poor sport.. Oh well.. we better make our move now, if I'm not mistaken, there are going to be some very irritated mahirim on this rooftop sooner than you would think possible..
Seems that the way to the gatehouse is clear from here, same way down as we came up?"

[RavenLord]

OOC: Actually I imagined us north on the top of the residential building, but since the story has gone this far, we can

[Shanks]

Shanks walks to the spot where Kyron heedlessly plumetted over the edge, peering over with an air of mild curiosity in time to catch the last part of the acrobatic feat and get a rough idea of how to descend.
He goes about scaling the pipe more as one would a rope, lowering himself hand under hand rapidly.
As he gets to the point where the transition to the next roof is necessary he uses the wall to push himself out and get that extra distance, landing clunkily, reluctant to break his fall with a roll in fear of damaging the treasure in his pockets.
He walks around the edge of the building, looking over the side, undecided on which side Kyron had dropped down on.
Popular belief would insist that black doesn't show up in shadows, but to those who are looking for it it's not that hard to pick out.
Jumping from the edge Shanks grabs a rock nub on his way down to slow his fall and lands neatly next to Kyron, bending his knees under the force of the impact before straightening up and winking cheerily.

[RavenLord]

Kyron has to fight against the urge to smile at the other thief

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur looks down the edge of the wall as his last companion disappears around the corner..
Oh hell..
Reaching into his shirt, Raybur produces his good luck charm. After taking a moment to kiss it and tuck it back away, Raybur proceeds as Kyron did, falling and using the pipe to slow down and then to swing onto the next roof. Not nearly as graceful in the art of roofhopping, Raybur sprawls across this new roof, and takes a moment to get back to his feet. Looking around, Raybur spots the alley, and is able to make out the faint movements giving away his partners' positions. From here, a light leap brings Ray to a crouching position directly before the pair.

"Whew.. . . . lunch time? Well, I thought I'd have a look-see what we are up against.. but if you'd like me to leave you two alone.."
With that, Ray strides over to the end of the alley and takes a peek around the corner..

[Shanks]

Shanks accepts the proffered apple, munching it contemplatively as he reflects on how much nicer it would look in gold.
Feeling more confident that Kyron wasn't after his "hard-earned" loot he drops his defensive attitude.
As Raybur drops in and makes his comments Shanks mumbles after him through a mouthful of apple.
"Tew ub wad yoo fingd mamty."
He props himself leisurely against the wall and swallows his mouthful, mentioning casually to Kyron.
"Name's Shanks, by the way. I'm a peddlar of fine sands."
It's an obvious joke, but Shanks says it so seriously it's hard to tell whether or not he believes himself.

[RavenLord]

Finally Raybur joins them in the ally, proceeding towards the main street.
Kyron doesn

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Ray chuckles as he dashes after Kyron, "Excellent throw.."
Figuring that Kyron can manage with the one, Ray intercepts the second ork, sending his staff stabbing forward at the bumbling creature's left knee before dodging to the right. As the beast falls past, Ray quickly produces a stiletto which is driven into the breast's neck before it can recover.
Examining the gate more closely, Raybur can see that the door to the gatehouse just to the right of the actual gate has been broken in.
So much for help from the city's men.. The winch for the portcullis is likely in that building, I'm sure the others can get that door shut while I clear that room..

Ray replaces the staff in favor of a second stiletto as he rushes toward the wall..

[RavenLord]

In it

[Shanks]

Shanks walks out of they alley, still munching on his apple.
"Evfrin kay oud ar?"
He covers the distance to the gate with as much haste as his fruit eating allows and lends his weight to the timbers, increasing the speed at which the fortified portal closes.
Pushing with his back he has an easy view of the fallen orks and makes a rough estimate of how much of value they'd have on them.
Probably not much he could carry away in his hands, these orks were into large and weighty.

[Ulcis Cor]

[ooc: Okay if no one minds I'ma try and drag some of my guildies into this thread. At the very least we might be able to continue this thread even if they miss the fight. :) If you'd like to see the tie in thread I start on our site to effect this endeavor please feel free to visit the Free Corps forums (http://www.guildportal.com/Guild.aspx?GuildID=15758&TabID=133222) and go into the Tavern. It might take while for anyone to respond so don't wait on them. hehe :D]

Ulcis' worg did the only thing it's instincts would have it do now that it was dismissed and riderless. It headed directly for familiar territory as quickly as it could. A few hours before dawn it tore to a stop outside what passed for the clan's tavern panting heavily and pawing at the ground in an agitated manner. The inhabitants of the tavern, if any had not yet passed out from drinking to much of Wolf Shaman's special brew, did not seem to notice anything out of the ordinary at first.

[Marcus]

((I have begun the compilation! The Introduction is now finished and it is in the thread here: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=18865. Enjoy!))

[drunken-mate]

ooc: hi i am drunken mate i am a pirate with a ilshard,alfar. i know only the life of a pirate and am harddend to the pirate life.

i was just docking at the nuteral city with my clan and decided that we would have a drink after our long days of pillaging and plundering we came in from the dock just me and my freind and second in command gregory we both carryed the ilshard halberds but had no intent on useing them.

we came closer into the city and got quite a few nasty stares from other races we had no intention of fighting tonight just wanted a drink but i had a bad feeling in my gut that we might have to.

upon entering i noticed that it seemed very empty for such a popular bar . i had seen several fresh blooc stains on the wood and sawdust floor. these are very recent but maybe the war has passed.

we finnally reached the local tavern named the strangers pleasure tavern when i went inside i had gotten a seat on a bar stool after pushing aside a already dead human.

[Ulcis Cor]

[ooc: Hiyas there drunken-mate... I feel it is my duty to inform you that The Stranger's Pleasure has already burned down a few pages back. Further more at this stage in the story there are prolly quite a few angry Orks, Mahirim, Mercians and Mirdains running about killing each other. So I believe you'd have gotten a little more than a few dirty looks. How about you go back and read the RP thread you are trying to join before you join it?]

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC:
^
i'd assume there was zero attempt to read the actual story so far... as the tavern has already been burned to the ground, if you'd like in, try reading through (there is another thread being made up to summarize what has passed already, so you dont even have to read this whole thing), then post something that fits into what has already happened



IC:
Ray reaches the gatehouse and is greeted with the stench of blood. There are two orks inside, attempting to jam up the winch to lock the mechanism permanently open.
They seem to be succeeding..
Moving into the room quietly, avoiding bloodslicks and the corpses of four human guards, Ray approaches the backs of the brutes.
With a quick leap, Ray manages to land on the back of one ork, burying a stiletto in it's armpit in the process. A kick off it's back sends Ray into the next ork. Unfortunately this ork had been in the process of swinging a large two-handed warhammer at the winch mechanism..
While the head of the weapon was not aimed at him, Ray still managed to get caught in the ribs by the haft, sending him off target and into a heap in the corner of the room.

Ray refuses to hesitate to judge his injuries, instead going for a blade from his right boot, having dropped the remaining stiletto. With a flick of the wrist, the dagger sails toward the ork, who brings up an arm to deflect it. The dagger bounces off the ork's mail harmlessly..
Damn..
Desperate, Ray gathers himself to leap at the ork again..
This is bad..

[Marcus]

((hah, he'd have better luck sifting through all this, I mean, there's 7 pages of posts to deal with : P. My point is, I might not be done for a while. I do have the intro though. Scroll up, I've got the link written in here somewhere))

[Nehemia]

Nehemia just stands when the mahirim circles around him...
He waits for mahirims first move, couple' of seconds later he notices the mahirim isnt attacking..
Hphm.. Let see what your made of` Nehemia quickly rolls into front of mahirim and attempts to slice mahirims leg with his off-hand sword, on his main-hand, the right hand sword he attempts to strike into mahirims chest...

[Ulcis Cor]

[ooc: WOWSERS! It took forever to write this! The morons at work are being especially moronic today and trying to be creative and make it sound remotely convincing is nigh on impossible while be assaulted with such blatant stupidity. GAAAAAAH!! Sorry. Needed to blow of some steam.]

IC: So the dance begins...

Ulcis stops his forward motion as his adversary starts his attack. He is able to discern from the rolling manuver that the first attack would come low, probably directed at his forward leg. Snapping his leg up as high as possible into his chest he contracts the muscles of his back leg just enough to slid himself back a few inches out of reach.

The second attack came a bit faster than he would have expected in the form of a thrust into his chest. His right hand blade was still in place before him and a simple down and away swing batted the aggression aside effortlessly. "This one is fast," he thought to himself, "perhaps a bit more so than me... I will have to be more cunning then."

He immediately pushed off hard to the right with his back leg keeping his right blade pushing against his foe's to keep it in check. At the same time he re-planted his forward leg using it as a pivot point. This brought his left blade toward his target without even moving the arm that guided it. At the last moment he brought the left blade up inside using an underhanded stroke that would drag it's entire length along the torso of his foe starting at waist level on his right side and ending just below his left shoulder.

If the enemy was unable to react quickly enough this could be a fatal, or at least crippling, blow.

[RavenLord]

Kyron has almost managed to close the right half of the gate when he hears the racket coming from the gatehouse....yells coming from more than one Ork

[Raybur Ravenloc]

"Hey! Toad!"
Ray watches the ork spin around just in time to meet a dagger from the direction of the doorway.
Somehow the bastard manages to raise it's hammer and lumber towards the newcomer.
This is the moment Ray chooses to leap, taking the ork square in the back and toppling the creature forward.. Unfortunately, the dying ork finally lost it's grip on the hammer at that moment, letting it fall head-first into Ray's right shoulder..
"DAMNIT!!!"

Ray rolls onto his back next to the bleeding ork.. trying to move his right arm.. there is some movement, but it will likely be a few minutes before full control returns, and weeks before it stops throbbing..

"Ok.. ok.. doors shut yet? They smashed up the mechanisms here pretty nice.. might have to just break the chain to get the portcullis down.."
Ray just lays there, regaining his breath and working his arm slowly..

[Shanks]

Shanks quickly finishes off Kyron's side of the gate and digs his heels into the ground, straining against the left half, which creaks inwards at a painfully slow rate.
He manages to finish his task just as the second ork is felled and slumps against the timbers, perspiring and taking long breaths.

[Sorry about the short post guys, got some personal stuff going on and I'm not in the liveliest of moods. I'll put longer entries in tomorrow]

[Urk_the_Smasher]

The other Orks had by this point learned not to ask questions. Despite the unusual glances everyone was giving towards Urk, the younger orks understood that he probably meant well by this. Enraged at the few men who had attempted to charge right in, Urk was more of a schemer. He stood quietly conversing with his trusted slave and comrade, Svaljaer, a Svartdvergir who was perhaps the only person the thoroughly mad Urk truly trusted. Svaljaer carefully stirred a large black iron cauldron who's ingredients had already brought several Mahirim to puke, and which even the repungant Orks did not find terribly pleasant. He had that glint in his eyes, the one he got in his rare moments of clarity, which unfortunately just made most of his allies more uncomfortable. He approached Reign.
"Warchief" he shouted in his typical, fanatically loyal tone "I advise that you signal for a temporary retreat from this town so that we may organize. We will be bottlenecked in this battle for sure, but I have a new plan...."

Around this time, 4 large, Artok drawn carages pulled up, though how exactly he signalled for them was anyone's guess. Inside was Urk's favoirte collecting hobby, slaves. In the one largest, most decorative (by Ork standards) carage, there were 5 sleepy looking Svartdvergir worksmen. In each of the others, easily 50 goblins piled on top of each other. That, and tools, Axes and torches. Tipping the carts over so that the goblins fall out, he hand picks twenty of them and hands them torches.

"You there, burn all the crops surrounding this town! If farmers attack you, run, we Orks will deal with them later. But if one husk of corn stands unburned in the morning, your hearts will all be offered to Azhi Dahaka!!!!"

To the rest of the Goblins, he then turned, and handed Axes.

"You, chop down all these trees, desecrate this forest, and if you have any trouble, if you have any reason to think there are scouts in the woods, then return to us immediately. I need several hundred pounds of lumber in a few hours."

Then, facing the free warriors around him, he yells
"Now, where is Bensidhe?"

[mackane]

Many miles away, Makhan stepped through the door of Wolf's tavern. Squinting as his vision adjusted to the relative brighthness of the dimly lit interior, his eyes quickly swept the room. Several of his mahirim brothers were slouched over bowls of the vile liquid that Wolf attempted to pass off as beer. Others snored loudly as they lay curled up in the corners, or splayed helter-skelter under the tables that covered the floor at irregular intervals.

"Hey! Where's Ulcis? I didn't expect him back from his scout this soon, but I see the rack -o-bones that he calls a mount standing outside. Anybody know where he is?"

[Nehemia]

Nehemia notices the mahirims move just in time, and attempted to dodge it, yet still mahirims blade hit slightly to his waist...
Darn, I never belived mahirims are so fast.. Even if I have heard stories..
This will be a nice challenge.
Nehemia jumps few feet back, slightly wounded. Draws his crossbow quickly in the air and almost without higher amount of aiming, the silver bolt would hit mahirim on the chest.
In pain, he curses the mahirim and pulls the crossbows trigger...
The life isnt fair, get over with it...

[RavenLord]

Suddenly the Ork drops it

[Komako]

Komako watches the battle between the Mahirim and dark figure intently, while holding her bow steady the entire time. The dark figure pulls a crossbow out and fires blindly.

Something distracts her. At the burnt inn a large company of orks and other smaller races were preparing for something. The Seeker slowly crawls the the north edge of the residential apartment. Upon viewing through her telescope to the north she could identify a large number of soldiers jogging down a wide road towards the inn.

This should be good...

[Ulcis Cor]

[ooc:] Good to see you posting Mac! Glad you joined us.

Ulcis feels the familiar shudder of the blade as it strikes... but the feeling is far to short lived for it to have accomplished what he'd hoped. This was really no surprise in the least considering the agility Nehemia showed earlier. He was still satisfied nonetheless, he'd drawn first blood.

The man seemed to have used the force of Ulcis' own attack to help him make a short jump backwards and evade more serious injury. [i]"This one seems to know well the artistry of the dual. I shall do him proper honor after I have taken his life," he muses.

At the apex of his backwards flight, Ulcis notices the man produce a crossbow and immediately turns back and to the left as the fired bolt grazes the upper left side of his chest and continues on to spit his right bicep passing cleanly through the meat and on into the darkness. A low snarling growl escapes from Ulcis' lungs, his own curse at being wounded.

Following through with the momentum of his failed dodge he turns his motion into a spin which brings him around to face his enemy again. Without hesitation he quickly closes the distance between them again... I cannot let him reload, one poisoned bolt passing cleanly through should be of little concern but if one should strike true..." He swings his right hand blade at Nehemia's waist straight in from the side while simultaneously chopping down from the upper left with his left hand blade. The man would not be able to reload so long as Ulcis kept pressing the attack.

[Nehemia]

Nehemia notices he doesnt have enough' time to reload the crossbow, so he quickly attaches it into his belt, draws his blades. He sees the attack from the waist and parries it, but he chooses to strike mahirim into stomach, at the sametime the chop hit him on the left shoulder, protected by his leather armour, the arm didint cut off from the shoulder, but the fatal blow had been dealen, and Nehemia kneeled down....
My life isnt over yet, not now, not at this place, not by mahirim...

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Ray looks around when he hears no response but muffled sounds coming from beneath the ork next to him..
Oh.. whoops..
Ray is able to crawl into a kneeling position next to the ork's shoulder, and peek under to see Kyron..
"Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't comment on this one.. just push."
Ray makes an attempt to move the ork as well as possible, lifting and pushing at it's shoulder with his one good arm..
Like rescuing someone from under a dead horse... but smellier..

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe and the surviving members of his party heard the howl of Ulcis Cor . As one they turned to where their kinsman was facing off against...the Ranger?
Benside allowed himself a low chuckle, a sound that to non-Mahirim sounded like he was softly barking .
"Foolish man," he thought , " Pride is a dangerous thing, being drunk and prideful is pure stupidity . I hope that the brother doesn't rend him...too much ".

He hears the sounds of battle behind him and sees his Orkish comrades engaged in battle with a small group of humans and elves . He barks and order and sends two of his party over to help the struggling Orks ..."too much grog" he thinks . The battle hardened members of Reign's group should have esaily taken down the humans . As he is looking over, he spies the silhouette of someone on the roof , poised to shoot what looks to be a crossbow at ...Ulcis Cor .
Ulcis is engaged with the human Ranger and is looking like the fight is soon going to be over .
Urks shout of "Now where is Bensidhe ! " catches the mahirm leader's ears and he whirls to find a slew of goblins with torches heading into the city and fields ...and Urk standing there in oblivious glee at the prospect of a huge bonfire .
"URK! The Roof "! He yells at his Orkish freind and points up to where the figure has settled in .
Seeing the Ork register what is going on , he turns and runs at Ulcis Cor . Interrupting a Blood Duel had dire consequnces, but if he didn't get there fast, the other kind of interference from the rooftop would be guarenteed to be worse . It occurs to Bensidhe that Reign seems to have disappeared ..."worry about that later ..." as he runs at the two duelists .

[Komako]

"URK! The Roof !"

Well that's not good...

Upon returning to the southwestern edge of the roof and re-aiming at the duelists, apparently Komako was noticed. A large wolverine figure pointed at her and yelled loudly.

I don't like you.

The mahirim runs towards the duelists. Komako shifts her weapon from them to the massive dog. Die.

She fires, and without wasting a second, begins crawling to the northern edge again for some serious roof-top hopping.

Ah, well, the militia come soon...

[Bensidhe]

The quarrel from the cross-bow takes the running Mahirim through his back leg, causing him to stumble and loose balance . Arrrrrrrrr...not again ! The figure on the roof was going to answer for this ..yes , answer in many ways ! The remaining member of Bensidhe's party drops by his leader's side and with a nod from Bensidhe, pulls the bolt through . Pain lances through his leg . Its not going to heal for awhile and that makes Bensidhe boil in frustration .Another slowdown..
The elusive bowman on the roof held answers to killings of key figures in the Red Moon Cult , as well as being prominent members of the Mahirim nation . It was Bensidhe's resposiblity to find out who, where and why , and deal with the information and those responsible . There was no doubt in his Warchief's tone when he had said to make an example of those who perpetrated the crimes .
While Bensidhes soldier binds his leg, he looks over at Ulcis Cor and wonders if he knows how close he came to being another notch on the Mirdain crossbower's stock . Urk had moved on to something...
The sound ofscreams and marching feet were filling the night air around the square . Time to move on . Damn, where did Reign and Urk get to ?

[Urk_the_Smasher]

Urk stopped for a moment and paused. He and his slaves were sitting around, with a few of his most loyal followers, but very few else. In all his enthusiasm, he seems to have Many must still be trapped inside the city. If they did not find some sort of retreat soon, his plan would be ruined. That is, unless some Mahirim were to quickly come to his aid....

[RavenLord]

"Hmm, perhaps I shouldn't comment on this one.. just push."
"A very good idea..uuh!"
The Ork

[Shanks]

Just as Kyron is affirming his lone responsibility Shanks strolls casually through to join his comrades, smiling away in high good spirits.
He approaches Kyron and grips the large axe with him at the most convenient balance point.
"Let's try that one again together, shall we mate?" He asks confidently.
He angles himself so that both he and Kyron have the most room possible to manoeuvre properly.
Rolling his fingers into a stronger grip he draws the axe back a little.
"On three then me tater salad...
One...
Two...
Three!"

[Ulcis Cor]

Nehemia notices he doesnt have enough' time to reload the crossbow, so he quickly attaches it into his belt, draws his blades. He sees the attack from the waist and parries it, but he chooses to strike mahirim into stomach, at the sametime the chop hit him on the left shoulder, protected by his leather armour, the arm didint cut off from the shoulder, but the fatal blow had been dealen, and Nehemia kneeled down....
My life isnt over yet, not now, not at this place, not by mahirim...

Ulcis Bloodmaw stared in astonishment down at Nehemia whose hand held the blade that now skewered him through the stomach. Never did he expect another being to risk a most heinous wound simply to deliver one of their own. Ulcis own left hand blade had bit deeply into the man's shoulder causing what must be grievous pain but the man's face did not betray that fact. Instead Nehemia's face was a mask of hatred and defiance.

Ulcis released his right hand blade letting it fall to the ground and snatched his enemy by the wrist. He did not try to pull the blade from his flesh rather he wrenched it into himself further snarling his own rage and defiance back into the face of his would be killer. He sunk to one knee and wrenched his left hand blade from Nehemia's shoulder raising it high over head preparing to deliver the finishing blow.

"If I die here today, human, then I die knowing that you met your god before me!"

[Nehemia]

Neither of us will die today...Remember my face, mahirim..We will meet again..
Nehemia quickly takes a strange pouch from his pocket and slams it to the ground...
A thin, white smoke fulfilled the battleground...
Seconds later the smoke vanished... Nehemia wasnt there anymore..
Only a line of blood, which lead into the woods...
Nehemia stood in shadows, the searing pain on the shoulder, but he stood silent...
You have won the first round, but the second.. Shall be mine..
Nehemia retreated further into shadows to heal his wounds...

[RavenLord]

"Let's try that one again together, shall we mate?"
"I thought you got lost"
Kyron moves his hands a bit to allow Shanks to get a good grip of the large axe.

"On three then me tater salad...
One...
Two...
Three!"
The axe swings in a high arc and hits the chain with the combined strenght of both thiefs behind it, sending sparks in every direction.
Yet another "CLANG" echoes through the gatehouse, if possible eaven louder than the first one.

Kyron drops the axe from his numb hands and looks at the chain. One of the links is almost cut in two...almost, but not quite.
Damnit...must we hit you again?
However, the weight of the porticulis hanging on the other end of the chain finished the work for them. The link bends until it finally breaks and the porticulis falls freely, dragging the chain with it.

A loud crash signals that the gate has been secured.
"Well, that should make things more difficult for the greenskins...on both sides of the wall."
Still, the wall is, as far as Kyron can tell, mostly unprotected, leaving it a free route in or out the city for anyone with some rope or ladders..Mahirim wouldn

[Ulcis Cor]

Once again astonishment filled Ulcis' face. It was as if he'd done battle with himself. There he was kneeling on the ground, sword held high preparing to deal the final blow to an opponent whom he thought was held fast. Now only a thin trail of blood leading into the shadows gave any indication that anyone had been there at all.

What was it the man said just before he vanished? "Neither of us shall die today... remember my face, Mahirim... we will meet again..."

As he knelt there considering all that transpired he said the little healing prayer which Wolf Shaman taught him. It wasn't enough close the wounds completely but it did staunch the flow of blood. He stood gripping his left hand blade with his right hand using it to wipe off the human's blood. He then pressed a bloody hand print on the left breast of his armour decorating it further with his enemies blood. Scooping up his other blade he turned his back on this battle ground and moved towards the sounds of battle.

"Indeed we shall meet again, human," he said in a loud voice, "and I fully believe it will end much the same as it has today... with you seeking solace in the shadows." He was unsure if the man was even still close enough to hear his words but it mattered little. The blood feud was begun now and Ulcis Bloodmaw would hunt this human and all who gave him aid or support... until the end of all things.

[Nehemia]

Nehemia has used the magical healing scrolls on his shoulder and bandaged it..
Still feeling very dizzy, he couldnt see well, the loss of blood has taken its toll...He had to tie the belt again, since it could have been cut-off anytime..
If I cannot defeat those mahirim in melee, my crossbow shall make mark on them'
Scarlet Strider took his crossbow, reloaded it, this time he loaded the crossbow with poison-tipped silver bolt..
He approached the wall from the shady trees...
So, no one is guarding the wall..
He climbed like monkey into tree, there he jumped onto the wall...
He sneaked on the wall, un-heard he approached the gatehouse and saw two person walking near it, Nehemia aimed with his crossbow at Shanks...
Every has inner demon that sleeps, this orcs demon shall be unbound..Take a deep breath, it shall be your last.

[RavenLord]

OOC: Nehemia...perhaps I understood you wrong, but if you

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Raybur watches the two break the chain enough to let down the portcullis. Then, standing, walks around to collect his various blades.

"How about we return to ork hunting?"

Ray flexes his arm, draws his bow and stretches it.
"Hmm, not the best, but it'll hold, I'm game.."

[Bensidhe]

Bensidhe's two comrades join the remainder of the Ork squad and set about hunting the troupe of thieves . Their orders are simple , help the Orks and kill anything or anyone that wants trouble . Above all, see where that crossbow user disappeared to . Their shields are up in a guard position...too many people are using bows and daggers it seems . The bodies of two dead Orks with arrows and what looks like stab wounds has tipped them off .
Reign's Orks are in near battle frenzy it appears and they're out for blood . They converse for a moment with the two Mahirim and then the Wollfen both tilt their heads back and a two low , long , drawn out howls splits the night . Blood Hunt is signalled and it won't stop until what the allies are after is found ..in blood or information .The Mahirim's eyes turn a deep burning amber . Nightmares are about to be realized by those they hunt .
Bensidhe limp-hops over to where Urk is standing with his Goblin slaves . Already flames are dancing in the cornfields and a couple of the closer homes and businesses . The steady cadence of marching feet is growing closer too . Its time to move out, but in which direction ?
Bensidhe grabs the orkish Shaman and says " We have stayed long enough, the last thing we need now is to fight the human garrison with out any backup or any real sort of plans now . We 're not equipped to fight against armored men right now . Recall your goblins , and get Reign to call in his squad . I'll recall my kindred and then we go . Meet us at our southern hunting camp . "

Bensidhe run-lopes over to where he last saw his fighters join the orks at the entrance to the alley with his last hunter . He hopes the two aren't in full battle , yet . Pulling a mahirm off of a Blood Hunt was like a shark in blood filled water , pretty damned hard .

[Nehemia]

[QUOTE=RavenLord]OOC: Nehemia...perhaps I understood you wrong, but if you

[Ulcis Cor]

[OOC:] Hehe, One of Murphy's laws of combat... "Friendly Fire, isn't."

[Shanks]

Shanks wipes beads of sweat from his forehead, grinning in his usual cheery disposition he walks to the middle of the floor and puts his fists on his hips, looking around as if he were just elected monarch of a vast empire.
He opens his mouth to reel off another good natured jest when a silver flash streaks across the scene.
Shanks look down to find a crossbow bolt imbedded in his right lung.
As he stares at it he makes a stumbling backwards retreated and leans against the wall behind him, tugging at the precious metal.
His strength fades like water escaping from cupped hands, and even as he slides into a sitting position he still tugs meekly at the bolt.
"Look... mateys.." He gasps through a smile, "it's raining... plunder."
The poison acts quickly and slowly his head droops, hair falling across his face.
With one last shift the items in Shanks' pockets spill out, a golden ring rolls merrily across the floor and circles around until spinning to a halt.

And so it was that the high-spirited thief died.

[Raybur Ravenloc]

Ray watches his new companion drop as the bolt slams home..
Damn..
Ray leaps to the window the bolt came through, an arrow already on the string. Spotting a dark figure on the battlements, appearing to be holding a crossbow, Ray takes quick aim and releases, following with a second shaft just for good measure..

[RavenLord]

"God damn it!"
Kyron can only watch helplessly as Shanks takes his last breath and fall down...Ray was already in action, as Kyron

[Nehemia]

The arrow that Raybur shot hit Nehemia on the left shoulder, which had been already hurt...
Raah, Darn... I cannot belive this...
Nehemia was overwhelmed by the pain, he turned around and noticed Kyron coming towards him with throwing dagger...
Nehemia jumped from the wall and began his running out of the city...

[Toedric]

(ooc; I wish to join this, can anyone tell me briefly what has happened so far (sry for typos))

[RavenLord]

Toedric, I strongly suggest you read the thread yourself before you join in...so you have a good idea of what is going on.

IC:
Kyron still had a good way to go, before he reached Nehemia, as this threw himself over the city wall and outside the city. Kyron stopped running, since it was pointless anymore....His poisoned dagger followed the dark character into the night.
Kyron lost sight of his dagger almost as soon as he threw it, since it was getting darker by the minute...and he could only barely see the silhouette of Nehemia, running away from the city.
Kyron stood on the wall, looking at Nehemia....

[Raybur Ravenloc]

OOC: i agree with Kyron, but hopefully the compilation thread will be completed soon, maybe i'll type up a quick n' dirty summary tomorrow
but it would be best to read through the whole thing.. it helps to go into your user CP -> options -> show 100 posts per page, puts the whole thing on two pages
oh, and post #81 contains a rough map of the city.. (page 9 for most people)


IC:
Ray watches hopelessly as the killer leaps from the walls with an arrow in his shoulder. Kyron shows up on the wall moments later to hurl a knife into the darkness before turning back, looking as helpless as Raybur felt.

Ray turns back to the cooling thief.
Well, if I survive the night, I'll buy a round of toasts first chance I get.. this should be enough.
Ray leans over to pick up a ring from the floor before walking out to find a stairway up to the wall.

[Nehemia]

Nehemia stopped, he turned around in the dark, and something hit him..
He didint know where, he didint know what, he only heard a sound. He didint feel any pain, expect from the old wounds...
What in the her name was that?
He slowly turned his look towads his feet...
Am I the luckiest man in the Agon or what?
The poisoned throwing dagger is sticking from his belt buckle..
Nehemia started to laugh'...
Then the searing pain stopped him..
Soon there was a bloody arrow lying on the ground.
Ranger casted mending spell on his shoulder, so it ends the bleeding'..
What am I thinking? I should go back there and aid people like me...
I cannot let the city burn, not in front of me..
I don't care if its overun by orks and mahirim! I can save people', and thats what im going to do....But first, I need to rest, for a while...
Nehemia walked into shore of a small pond, took his bottle and fulfilled it with refreshing water..
Looks clean..

[Ulcis Cor]

Ulcis was stalking toward the sounds of fighting when he heard the Mahirim call to blood hunt. He sighed, turning towards the sound and set off a trot making sure to stay aware of his surroundings. He noted every possible location from which an attack might be sprung.

As he approached the entrance to the alley where the majority of the fighting was going on so did another large Mahirim, Bensidhe, he thought his name was. It was probably his pack who'd lost one of their number here tonight and the reason that Ulcis had come be here now.

He nodded in salute to his kin, "Greetings brother, my condolences for your loss earlier this eve. It was your mourning call that brought me here and my greatest hope is that his death has been repaid." He paused a for moment looking around, "So what is the plan? It does not appear that our numbers are sufficent to fight a pitched battle against the coming militia. I've no doubt of our ability to take many of them with us but I am not yet ready to meet Leen or Nieth."

[Bensidhe]

'Well met Ulcis, and thank you for your respect . His name was M'rim Batar, a berzerker, and it was his inexperience and rage that got him killed . He was young , but already proven in battle . Our clan shall miss him . "
Bensidhe knods to Urk, the burly Ork Shaman who is being shadowed by two of his favorite slaves .
"This one is Urk,is truly a madman amongst all who live on Agon . His magics though are great and for some reason , his Chieftan, Reigngod has left him here in charge . Know that Doomfire clan is a friend of ours , and so a friend to you as well . "
"We are pulling out, Urk has ordered the fields set afire and certain buildings put to the torch as we agree, we do not have the numbers to fight any sort of battle with large numbers ."
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