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Sakura:
Rina’s charge did not prepare her for the upward swing of the axe, as it knocked off a large chunk of her skeletal armor. The knock-back from the axe blow forced Rina back, dazed her momentarily. It was as she was dazed that Erithicus fired a silver crossbow bolt into Rina’ forearm. This caused the pureblood to drop one of her sabers. Erithicus also tied a rope to the bolt. He then began hoisting Rina away from Sakura.
Ciconia also finished slaying her opponents, with graceful slashes. She then flew, by scent, to the caravan. By feel, she grabbed a rope. She also picked up Rina’s scent. Flying deftly, she tied a rope around the Pureblood’s legs, then pulled them tight, forcing the pureblood on the ground. Rina shrieked at the top of her lungs, causing the entrance of the mine shaft to collapse.
Daptrius was in the fight of his life, the pure-blood backed him deeper into the much narrower mine shaft. Quite far from the others, but the other vampires died in the fighting
Azi: you can now finish off Rina. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Rina’s charge did not prepare her for the upward swing of the axe, as it knocked off a large chunk of her skeletal armor. The knock-back from the axe blow forced Rina back, dazed her momentarily. It was as she was dazed that Erithicus fired a silver crossbow bolt into Rina’ forearm. This caused the pureblood to drop one of her sabers. Erithicus also tied a rope to the bolt. He then began hoisting Rina away from Sakura.
Ciconia also finished slaying her opponents, with graceful slashes. She then flew, by scent, to the caravan. By feel, she grabbed a rope. She also picked up Rina’s scent. Flying deftly, she tied a rope around the Pureblood’s legs, then pulled them tight, forcing the pureblood on the ground. Rina shrieked at the top of her lungs, causing the entrance of the mine shaft to collapse.
Daptrius was in the fight of his life, the pure-blood backed him deeper into the much narrower mine shaft. Quite far from the others, but the other vampires died in the fighting
Azi: you can now finish off Rina. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
27-May-2023 17:46:19 - Last edited on 29-Sep-2023 11:52:18 by Pink 4 Twink
Malus:
One of the remaining Vergas was as ineffective with the bombs as he was with life. The hunchback creature tripped on seemingly nothing, forcing him to juggle Terracotta bombs that he was about to throw. The explosives dropped one by one out of his hand and shattered and exploded. This entrapped the lanky wretch in a block of ice. Another surrendered on the spot and whimpered hoping Mallus wouldn’t kill him. The final Vergas threw the bomb sack filled with terracotta firebombs at Malus.
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Azi: Kill the final fighting Vergas. The one that surrendered has immunity to damage for one post, but wont attack, next post you get to decide whether to mercifully kill him or torture the wimp to death.
Also, you’ll get 15 terracotta bombs in your inventory after this post regardless of whether you want them. You can always sell them if you don’t. Bottom line is you either need equipment or vampire fangs to trade for supplies. The utility of such items is also a consideration. They are fragile, but I view the player’s pack as a separate entity. Things don’t break in your pack, food doesn’t spoil either, potions don’t break, etc., If I wanted this to be a realistic survival RP, I would have made it one. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
27-May-2023 18:14:50
Annie:
Soris saw her blush. he took it as a sign that she liked him. He didn't know what to do after that. He'd never gotten this far with a girl, let alone one as beautiful as this half-elf girl. Thankfully Metras the smith took over, " You are very welcome, young lady, also How about a date with Soris?" he asked " "You can get to know him. As for your items, I'd have to saw the gem in half, but it can be done. Just give me a few minutes.
Annie: Metras is making your items Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
27-May-2023 18:22:18 - Last edited on 27-May-2023 18:22:48 by Pink 4 Twink
Lithia:
Lithia followed the blood trail deep into enemy-controlled area of the town, not caring for how far she went in. She would pursue her prey to the four corners of Tarrius, and through Hell and back, if it meant she could sink her blades into that vampire and finish him off. Though admittedly, he was very far in the eastern part of the city. The thought of turning back was tempting to Lithia. It was also unacceptable. Pallidus was also not there to back her up.
The fires were spreading quicker. The peasant corner of the town was ablaze. The richer parts of the town were relatively unharmed, though the large stone homes owned by the rich were damaged by magic fireballs and siege equipment, they stood still. Lithia was in the middle-class quarter. The area was completely trashed. Dead livestock littered the streets whereas minutes before they were on their way to the market to be sold or to be slaughtered.
Vegetables littered the street at the market where a banner read “Harvest Festival.” In Sudovian. Meat littered the street and trash piled up everywhere. It was at the over the marketplace that Lithia misjudged a jump from one of the streetlamps to another rooftop. Here she fell onto one of the vegetable stalls, causing it to break and the watermelons beneath to squish. Lithia felt a sharp pain in her leg and did her best not to scream.
The commotion alerted a couple of vampires who came to check on the noise. They were fledglings of elven descent with long white hair, red eyes, straight noses, a rawboned frame. These fledgelings were quite young. Easilly killable under ordinary circumstances. For Lithia these were not ordinary circumstances. She could not stand up. As they stared at her, One of the fledgelings looked said to her, “Blonde pigtails, the boss has been looking for you elf. He has a settle to score.” Lithia knew then that she was in trouble, as the vampires cuffed her, gagged her, and dragged her off, the three vampires cackled. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Lithia followed the blood trail deep into enemy-controlled area of the town, not caring for how far she went in. She would pursue her prey to the four corners of Tarrius, and through Hell and back, if it meant she could sink her blades into that vampire and finish him off. Though admittedly, he was very far in the eastern part of the city. The thought of turning back was tempting to Lithia. It was also unacceptable. Pallidus was also not there to back her up.
The fires were spreading quicker. The peasant corner of the town was ablaze. The richer parts of the town were relatively unharmed, though the large stone homes owned by the rich were damaged by magic fireballs and siege equipment, they stood still. Lithia was in the middle-class quarter. The area was completely trashed. Dead livestock littered the streets whereas minutes before they were on their way to the market to be sold or to be slaughtered.
Vegetables littered the street at the market where a banner read “Harvest Festival.” In Sudovian. Meat littered the street and trash piled up everywhere. It was at the over the marketplace that Lithia misjudged a jump from one of the streetlamps to another rooftop. Here she fell onto one of the vegetable stalls, causing it to break and the watermelons beneath to squish. Lithia felt a sharp pain in her leg and did her best not to scream.
The commotion alerted a couple of vampires who came to check on the noise. They were fledglings of elven descent with long white hair, red eyes, straight noses, a rawboned frame. These fledgelings were quite young. Easilly killable under ordinary circumstances. For Lithia these were not ordinary circumstances. She could not stand up. As they stared at her, One of the fledgelings looked said to her, “Blonde pigtails, the boss has been looking for you elf. He has a settle to score.” Lithia knew then that she was in trouble, as the vampires cuffed her, gagged her, and dragged her off, the three vampires cackled. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Jun-2023 18:17:40
Unknown:
Watching Lithia's capture was a hooded elf on the rooftops. His bald head was covered in a tattered grey hood. He wore a black leather hauberk, black leather greaves, dark brown deer skin boots, and unlike many elves, he did not use a bow or a crossbow. This elf preferred to go in heavy with his war axe made from heated zirconium. As a result of the heat treatment, the metal was black as midnight, like Umbrium, though not as hard as the Ore of Undeath, and certainly not as fatal for a mortal to touch.
It had a blackened handle, like his war axe. The elf was muscular, with broad shoulders, pronounced pectorals, and a burly physique. His eyes were as green as the verdant forests of Sudovia. Dismayed at the kidnapping of an elf, but still maintaining composure, he left the area. He had a mission to do, and what he had seen so far troubled him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Watching Lithia's capture was a hooded elf on the rooftops. His bald head was covered in a tattered grey hood. He wore a black leather hauberk, black leather greaves, dark brown deer skin boots, and unlike many elves, he did not use a bow or a crossbow. This elf preferred to go in heavy with his war axe made from heated zirconium. As a result of the heat treatment, the metal was black as midnight, like Umbrium, though not as hard as the Ore of Undeath, and certainly not as fatal for a mortal to touch.
It had a blackened handle, like his war axe. The elf was muscular, with broad shoulders, pronounced pectorals, and a burly physique. His eyes were as green as the verdant forests of Sudovia. Dismayed at the kidnapping of an elf, but still maintaining composure, he left the area. He had a mission to do, and what he had seen so far troubled him. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Jun-2023 18:31:51 - Last edited on 18-Jun-2023 13:47:19 by Pink 4 Twink
Pallidus:
Pallidus charged the vampire that was battering Borgrod’s shield from the air and sank his dagger into the Vixnar brute’s neck. The brute had no choice but to break off the assault on Borgrod, whose shield had been battered so badly, that the iron frame was bent inwards, and the wood was beginning to split from the sheer blows the blue-skinned vampire was inflicting on it. As the vampire broke off its assault, Borgrod bashed the vampire off balance with his shield, and then plunged his axe into the vampire’s neck, severing its head. Erik’s orders were to retreat. Pallidus, Borgrod and Zurga fled into a house, though Pallidus received an arrow to his wing as the door closed. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Pallidus charged the vampire that was battering Borgrod’s shield from the air and sank his dagger into the Vixnar brute’s neck. The brute had no choice but to break off the assault on Borgrod, whose shield had been battered so badly, that the iron frame was bent inwards, and the wood was beginning to split from the sheer blows the blue-skinned vampire was inflicting on it. As the vampire broke off its assault, Borgrod bashed the vampire off balance with his shield, and then plunged his axe into the vampire’s neck, severing its head. Erik’s orders were to retreat. Pallidus, Borgrod and Zurga fled into a house, though Pallidus received an arrow to his wing as the door closed. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Jun-2023 18:33:39
Erik:
Pallidus groaned at the arrow he received to his wing. Getting wounded in the wing by an arrow was a bad place for a drugal. If the wing didn’t heal correctly, Pallidus could lose the ability to fly. Borgrod, meanwhile, took one look at his shield, and tossed it aside.
“That brute made my shield useless. He showed Zurga the splitting wood. “And I’m certain that he did a number on my shoulder blade” Borgrod said, rolling his right shoulder blade to get out the kinks. “Brother, you are lucky to be alive That Vixnar was using an Umbrium gauntlet;” Zurga cautioned her brother “Hmph, at least a brush with death gets the blood pumping…” Borgrod said.
“You are a strange orc,” Pallidus said to Borgrod wincing at the pain. He was obsessing over the arrow in his wing. He wanted to rip it out, and he was doing his best not to give into the urge. He would move his arm towards the arrow and then stop himself. Ripping out the arrow was the worst thing he could do.
“I hope the priest is okay,” Zurga said worried for Atleisti’s safety. There was silence. Nobody knew what to say. “There’s a good chance the priest is dead,” Borgrod said “Guys? Where’s Lithia?” Pallidus asked worried for her safety, the fact that she also knew how to heal was of paramount importance to Pallidus too. The inability to fly was a death sentence for both Drugal and their Draiyghul cousins.
Suddenly there was a creaking coming from the basement. Zurga blockaded the door leading outside with a chair. Pallidus got out his daggers, Zurga withdrew her hammer and Burgrod got out his waraxe.
“Commander, we should check out the basement; are we agreed?” Zurga asked. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Pallidus groaned at the arrow he received to his wing. Getting wounded in the wing by an arrow was a bad place for a drugal. If the wing didn’t heal correctly, Pallidus could lose the ability to fly. Borgrod, meanwhile, took one look at his shield, and tossed it aside.
“That brute made my shield useless. He showed Zurga the splitting wood. “And I’m certain that he did a number on my shoulder blade” Borgrod said, rolling his right shoulder blade to get out the kinks. “Brother, you are lucky to be alive That Vixnar was using an Umbrium gauntlet;” Zurga cautioned her brother “Hmph, at least a brush with death gets the blood pumping…” Borgrod said.
“You are a strange orc,” Pallidus said to Borgrod wincing at the pain. He was obsessing over the arrow in his wing. He wanted to rip it out, and he was doing his best not to give into the urge. He would move his arm towards the arrow and then stop himself. Ripping out the arrow was the worst thing he could do.
“I hope the priest is okay,” Zurga said worried for Atleisti’s safety. There was silence. Nobody knew what to say. “There’s a good chance the priest is dead,” Borgrod said “Guys? Where’s Lithia?” Pallidus asked worried for her safety, the fact that she also knew how to heal was of paramount importance to Pallidus too. The inability to fly was a death sentence for both Drugal and their Draiyghul cousins.
Suddenly there was a creaking coming from the basement. Zurga blockaded the door leading outside with a chair. Pallidus got out his daggers, Zurga withdrew her hammer and Burgrod got out his waraxe.
“Commander, we should check out the basement; are we agreed?” Zurga asked. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
01-Jun-2023 19:00:22
*Double post*
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01-Jun-2023 19:01:02 - Last edited on 05-Jun-2023 17:18:58 by Pink 4 Twink
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