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Author Topic: Chapter 3 -- Village by the Sea  (Read 38003 times)
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« Reply #90 on: February 02, 2005, 11:39:22 AM »

Atreyk too spun when he realized that his attack would not be quite as successful as he hoped and, due to a minor miscalculation of the elf's speed, took a dagger in his left shoulder, ripping through his leather jacket, the clothes beneath and marking its path with a deep crimson streak. At this moment too, caught in mid spin, Atreyk was suddenly caught with his back partially turned to the dark elf.

Brent's neck was strained with anger as Terra's foot came down on his knee. The leg buckled and went down, but he was determined to show this woman what was what. He used the fall of his one side to propel himself around in a tight spin, though at a disadvantage on his knees, and lunged into Terra. He could surely outpower the warrior in a grappeling match...

Shan spotted Isaraldor's show of magical prowess and accepted the help without question. This was not a time to be picky with whom your allies were. This was a time to thank whatever god that'll listen that he even has allies. Suddenly, as the shingar dug his claws into the hamspring of an unfortunate woman, his sharp eyes spotted a medium-built man with a large, heavy staff quite ready to break either the rod or Isaraldor's spine.

At that moment, Dominic who was currently in a mutual lock with an equally matched bandit, received a blow to the forehead. "What in the...." he muttered, losing concentration for a moment and being pushed down to his knees.

"I'll be payed well for taking you down, fattie," the man spat but, to his surprise, found his wrists encircled by large, vice-like hands that flipped him hard onto his back.

"It's muscle!" Dominic cried as he stood, kicking the man in the ribs and turned to look for a new opponent.

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« Reply #91 on: February 02, 2005, 12:51:22 PM »

As Isaraldor turned around he found that someone, a lot stronger then he, was ready to crush him or his precious rod to pieces with a quite heavy-looking staff. As the man swong his staff, Isaraldor used his agility to step aside and avoide the blow. As he stepped aside he pulled out his dagger and made an attempt at the throat.

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Terra Artemos
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« Reply #92 on: February 02, 2005, 02:22:22 PM »

The brawny man Brent was more clever than Terra had first thought, as he uses the shifting of his weight to come around quickly on her, then lunged. Terra did her best to evade the attack be he slammed into he leg, driving her to the ground. The force of hitting the ground made her loose her grip on her MoonBlade and it rolled from her reach. In a jam Terra kicks at the mans side with her free leg as he grappled onto her other, trying to dislodge him enough to get free. It was now obvious beyond any doubt that this man would not yield, nor would she intentionally give him any further chances to do so.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 2/3/05 4:03
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« Reply #93 on: February 03, 2005, 09:12:22 AM »

Kaelan watches the man that attempts to help dispatch him disappear, and focuses on the woman. One thing is for certain, she hasn't come along not knowing how to use that weapon, and she obviously intends to make this short. Kaelan approaches her, and the lance becomes active, slicing arcs and thrusts in the air faster than Kaelan can count them. He waits for a few seconds, searching for an opening as he steps slowly back. The lance's motions stop, Kaelan steps forward to make a slice as the lance comes back down again on his head, but the bastard sword meets there, allowing it to do no more damage than a minor bruise. Kaelan places as much force as possible into the upward strike, throwing himself off balance and shattering the lance.

His opponent was thrown off balance as well, but he now had the advantage. He steps in close again, as she starts drawing another weapon, and whispers, "Sorry," as his blade smashes broadside into her side, just below the ribs, senduing her flying. Only two of the other mercenaries remain standing now, and Kaelan still has no answers. This isn't working.

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« Reply #94 on: February 03, 2005, 11:59:22 AM »

She spotted the opening Atreyk had left and went for it, but once again found herself pressed for the time to manuver her blades. With the momentum from the spin still acting Mana twisted her wrist, her intended slash converting into a stab aimed for his lower back. Since she could not put her weight behind the attack she could only hope to hit something serious and slow him down.  

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« Reply #95 on: February 04, 2005, 12:10:22 PM »

The large man that battled Isaraldor was no novice. As the dagger came up the mercenary took a nonchalant step back while simultaneously throwing his left hand up. He grabbed at Isaraldors wrist and held in his vice of a grip, appearing quite capable of snapping it like a twig. As the dagger stopped movement a few nailsbreadth from his face, the brute swung out his free right hand to Isaraldor's face which, due the yank he subjected the mage's other hand to, was also coming in towards the fist.

Terra's kick landed, as Brent did not expect the woman to lash out now. He had figured women to be a lot more passive in the sense, though this was easilly the first time the small-town blacksmith had physically battled a woman (though his wife was quite willing to verbally engage with her husband). The blow, definately a lot more solid than he expected, knocked half his lungs dry and Brent's grip loosened.

Cole groaned from within the cottage and struggled pathetically against his bonds. He was in no shape to form coherent thought, much less escape. His blurred vision scanned the room and a few words escaped from him, "W-where am I? What....Rosie...what happened?"

Mana's hit did, in fact, do a little damage, as it sliced a nasty gash right down the left side of Atreyk's back. He screamed and stumbled forward, but his stagger picked up speed and soon he was running, quite desperately, back to the town. A tiny figure came into veiw in the distance, running towards the fleeing leader but, instead of questioning him, took him by the shoulders and helped him to the town. Atreyk was gone, for the time being, and would certainly cower into his underground safehold within the fishing village.

The two remaining mercenaries faltered. Two of their counterparts were currently engaged, and the rest were either comatose, subdued or quite, definately, dead. They were quite easilly outnumbered and had little room for error. The two were men, both with shortswords, and appeared quite aware of their doom.

"Listen mates," one began with an unusual accent that Shanvorin could not recognize, "We're only doing our job. Let us go and we'll pack right through the mountains and well away from here. Not even back to the rich bastards that--"

"Shut up! He'll have our heads if we abandon, and do worse than that if we talk. We just need to..." but the second's voice died off as he caught Dominic's dagger-stare and Paladia's equally vicious scowl as she came up behind him. "Kaelan, mate, help us out."

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« Reply #96 on: February 04, 2005, 12:48:22 PM »

Isaraldor soon found his strike hadn't work. Not only that but a fist was coming at his face while his face was going towards it, and his dagger was on the ground. But not his staff. that was still in his hand. As he swinged it at the mans arm to deflect it, the fist hammered in on its target, cuasing Isaraldor to be wrenched back and the staff instead hit the other arm alllowing him to escape this man's grasp. However he was knocked back quite a bit, his face all bloody from a nose bleed due to the mans punch. He quickly put his hands together on the ground, as if in prayer, focused on his target, said "lesser light strike you!", and quickly seperated his hands, sending a bolt of lightning, at the mans eyes, quickly cuasing the man to go blind and maybe even cuase him to forget about Isaraldor for the time being.

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« Reply #97 on: February 04, 2005, 03:29:22 PM »

That coward, fleeing from their fight. How dare he. Mana hissed in frustration, watching Atreyk until he disappeared down the road. She would've liked to chase him down but the prospect of being the target for Atreyk's archers, no doubt he had quite a few about somewhere, was not what she called appealing. With a final lingering scowl in the direction her opponent had disappeared, the dark elf wiped a blood splattered dagger on her already dark leggings and sheathed the blades.

Oh well, if there is a next time he will be dead, Mana thought bitterly as she turned and made her way to where a handful of individuals were gathered. She noted a couple small confrontations to the side but something one of the attackers had said caught her attention, the name he spoke sounded familiar.  

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« Reply #98 on: February 05, 2005, 07:57:22 AM »

Kaelan simply stands with his blade point resting on the ground, watching the chaos. "Kaelan, mate, help us." Kaelan nods.

"We surrender." His voice is just loud enough to carry, and he is certain he speaks for all of those left standing from his group. He turned to the one that had asked him for help. "Are you scared?"

Formal business finished, his eyes begin searching the group that he  has been sent to ambush. Someone with a bow...

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« Reply #99 on: February 05, 2005, 11:32:22 AM »

Terra's kick lands effectively to Brent's side knocking the wind from him and forcing him to lossen his grip, allowing her to pull herself from beneath the man, who would now be vaulnerable for only a sort time. She uses her quick and agile body to perform a graceful kick flip to her feet. The moment her hands were cleared of the ground she went for her long dagger having it free and in hand almost a momemt after she landed in a squat before the still prone Brent. Not waisting any time Terra drove the dagger down apon him.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

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« Reply #100 on: February 07, 2005, 10:28:22 AM »

A lancing pain in her side caused the dark elf to stop in her tracks and clench her teeth to hold back a gasp of pain. She slowly removed her hands from her side, gloves slippery with blood from the gash Atreyk had given her earlier, it had been disregarded and torn further during the battle. Perhaps the wound was not very bad, but each step pulled the skin of her side as well as the edges of the cut, creating a piercing sting. Mana was about to turn around and retreat to the cottage when Kaelan spoke and her first suspicions were confirmed. “Kaelan?” She exclaimed before being painfully reminded about her injury when she took an abrupt step forward, so she settled with looking both surprised and angry from a short distance away.  


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« Reply #101 on: February 08, 2005, 06:50:22 AM »

Forgetting about the arrow momentarily, as a few fights still remain, Kaelan moves to assure that everyone is in agreement with his decision. First he moves over to near where one of the men is actively engaged in a melee with a red-haired woman, but stands just short of involving himself. She seems to have this one under control. Slowly, he turns, searching for two things.

No, three, now. Anyone still alive from the mercenaries that might still be in disagreement with him, someone with a bow, and one of the people of the other group that recognizes his name.

The combatants, although still active, were falling quickly. Two more melees and the surrender would be complete. His eyes then fell first on an elven woman with a bow, and traveled further across a small group to a dark elf, who obviously recognized him. Honestly, there was something familiar about her, but he chose to not move to recognize either the archer or this dark elf - what was her name? - until the battles were over, regardless of the fact that the arrow was starting to irritate worse with each passing moment.

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« Reply #102 on: February 08, 2005, 10:30:22 AM »

The mercenary fell back and held his eyes in shock. "Oh god...Oh god I'm blind," he moaned, writhing on the ground as smoke simmered up from his face. His shoulders began shaking and, at first glance, it appeared that he was convulsing. On closer inspection, though, it became widely apparent that the large man was, in fact, sobbing.

Brent looked up at the last minute and saw the dagger coming down on him. Unable to react, the blade sunk deep into his left shoulder, springing forth a steady stream of hot blood that seemed to drench his tunic instantly. The dagger severed tendons, instantly rendering the arm permanently damaged. The large man, though strong, cried out in anguish and, exhausted and confused, blacked out.

Paladia stepped forward and looked at the two mercenaries who's fate was theirs to decide. "You two...you were payed to attack us? Here and back in the mountains?"

"Well, yes. We're mercenaries, love. Weren't supposed to let onto that, but orders came last night by messenger, while we were already licking are wounds, and were told to finish the job with whatever skills we could muster. I figure the gig is up now though, and it's best we get the hell out of here before our employer comes looks and wants the half that he paid us back...."

"Right....so if you could just let us go," piped in the other, but was silenced by both the elf and and his comrad.

"You two...three...will stay with us for a while. I want to find out exactly what's going on," Paladia said with a final tone, her gaze shifting to Kaelen and Mana. The elf was bewildered, yet interested, in how this strange dark elven woman knew the mercenary. And why the mercenary betrayed his fellows.

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« Reply #103 on: February 08, 2005, 12:31:22 PM »

phew thought Isaraldor. As he got up using his staff, he went over towards the man to put him out of his misery but upon, seeing his sobbing face had pity on him. So he went towards the house to lean agaisnt its walls and wait for the conversation some people were holding to finish.

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« Reply #104 on: February 09, 2005, 12:51:22 AM »

Just as Brent looked up, her razor sharp dagger sunk into his large shoulder. Brent cried out at first, then seemed to loose consciousness. Terra knew it was not an instantly fatal wound, and positioned her knee across the mans back in case it was a ploy to catch her off guard again, the carefully withdrew her dagger trying not to cause the man any more hurt, and clamped her other hand over the wound to help slow the bleeding.

Terra's thoughts were that this man may yet be redeemable as she wiped the blade on his already tunic, then replaced it in its sheath as she called for aid.

"We have an injured man over here!"



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

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