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| Topic Started: Mon Jul 25, 2011 6:36 pm (362 Views) | |
| Tandorus | Mon Jul 25, 2011 6:36 pm Post #1 |
 
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He calmly sat among the men and women of the small caravan he was traveling with, he was going back to Istan City to check up on a few things, mostly it's defenses and searching for any news that could be useful to him. Though for now he was traveling with a caravan of tribesmen, they wandered to Istan City once a year to get replenish their stock of weapons and trade. He smirked as he looked up at the night sky, listening to the mothers tell the children of the story about the Black Bowman... a story based off his century long crusade all over the desert, though they made it seem like it all happened in a day, well seven hundred years of letting the story move from person to person would do that. He listened to the wild story, quite a few things had changed since he last heard it... a long bow of blackest night firing bolts of white light... ridiculous. He smirked, these were nice people, a bit old fashioned with the whole tribe thing, though good. He took up a bowl as some odd kind of stew was passed around, he ate it slowly, it had no strong taste, though that didn't really matter, taste was secondary, the fact that it was a healthy and hearty meal was more important. After eating he sat back, looking up into the sky, he could hear most of the people getting ready to sleep, though he wasn't tired at all, he could feel the need to knock an arrow, get some practice in... no, that was dangerous, someone might mistake him for a bandit. It was best to just look at the stars and wait to get tired... maybe there was someone who wanted to talk with him, he doubted it, the only thing that made him stick out from all the other Istani was the fact that he had a lot of pink in his clothes, his jacket and vest both a bright pink. Edited by Tandorus, Tue Jul 26, 2011 5:31 pm.
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| Fen | Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:01 pm Post #2 |
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He wandered the sands of the Istan desert for days, or maybe months, it felt something like years. No water or food in ages, the only thing keeping him alive was his desire to reach Istan city. As he inched further and further through the desert he could feel a sharp pain in his side. The pain had persisted for a lot longer than days. Fen knew to not dare look at his side for fear of seeing a wound, he had to concentrate on the task at hand. Fen drew his blade to use it as a sort of walking stick, this soon seemed to be a failed attempt as the blade would sink beneath the sand. He held his blade close after that and continued to walk forward, unaware of what he might find. It was now nightfall as he lay his eyes upon what seemed to be a caravan, real or mirage? That was the question fluttering through his head. As he inched closer he saw fire and a few people, surely it must be real? It could be the illusion one of his enemies created, or it could just be a caravan. He came closer and it seemed real enough, so under the cover of darkness he began to scavenge for food and water, finding what seemed like a food reserve he began to help himself. Bending down to grab his blade which he had dropped to grab some food a sharp pain again erupted from his side. Making the mistake of moving his cloak he noticed a small throwing knife had been lodged in his side, just recently it must have began to slide out from his body and tear at his flesh. "Damn it all I finally find a place to replenish my energy with the hopes of sneaking out by daybreak and this happens." I.. I.. I can barely stand the pain is simply unbearable, I need to re- Fen collapsed by the caravans food reserve, surely to be discovered in the morning, nearly dead, if not completely. |
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| Rin | Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:50 am Post #3 |
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Rin was traveling towards Istan City. She had been wandering across the desert for quie a while now, although it would be difficult to notice from her appearance. Her skin was still perfectly smooth and pale, completely lacking the tanned coloration of most of the members of the caravan. Although she had initially been woefully unprepared for the intense heat of the dunes, and Istani soldier by the name of Nkiruka had helped the girl protect herself against the fierce elements and instructed her on basic desert attire. Now she wore a thick cloak that seemed cumbersome, but actually protected her flesh from the blazing sun during the day and kept her warm in the freezing chill of the pitch-black nights. It also possessed a hood, which kept her eyes protected from the piercing light. The girl walked through the caravan, her meandering path completely aimless. The construct of the Grand Grimoire did not require sleep on a nightly basis, and had taken to weaving around the tents and wagons after the majority of the travelers had gone to bed. She had joined the traveling group of merchants after her adventures in the labyrinth with the goal of eventually arriving in the fabled Istan City. She had heard a large number of legends about the desert metropolis from the merchants and wanderers in the caravan, and she had a few hints as to the location of a page in the secluded oasis. Discovering the caravan had been a stroke of luck; although they had been shocked to discover the girl wandering around the endless, shimmering dunes, but they had been quick enough to accept her into their ranks when she had offered them a handful of silver coins. Rin paused in her tracks when she saw another member of the caravan who was awake. He was garbed like most of the other men in the convoy, but his clothes were an odd, washed-out shade of red. She walked up to him with a broad smile, waving in a friendly fashion. "Hello! It is good to see someone else who is awake!" The man appeared to be staring up into the darkened skies, the stars shining like diamonds in an obsidian void. "Why are you not sleeping? Is it your turn to keep watch? Her nocturnal activity had allowed Rin to acquaint herself with many of the nighttime sentries, although she did not recall seeing this particular guard before. |
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| Tandorus | Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:22 am Post #4 |
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Tand looked at her and smiled, she was just a young girl, "Nah... just thinking of the story they told... the black bowman, to think such a man actually existed." He smiled at her, she would be about the same age as his own children from her height... well same age over eight hundred years ago. His ears picked up something, he turned his head to see a man, collapsed near him bleeding from his side, that wasn't good. He scrambled to his feet and knelt next to the man, he placed his hands on his side, whispering his healing words, "Winds of change, heal this man." A slight breeze picked up and swirled around his hands, entering the wound, stopping the bleeding and closing it slightly, it was far to deep for him to fully heal. He dragged the man by his shoulders to his small area, laying him on a blanket, he quickly took a canteen of water, placing it beside him, he would need a drink when he woke up. He turned back to the girl, "Sorry about that little interruption... my names Tandorus, just call me Tand, I'm an Istani by blood, though I do love tha' northern reaches. Border warriors were always fun ta' spar against, good strong men. Now what about you little girl, shouldn't you get ta' bed with all the other munchkins?" He smiled as he looked up into the sky, looking back up, the stars were beautiful. He looked back down at the little girl, "If yer up to staying up talking to some old guy I'd be glad to have your company, what's your name anyway?" He never felt his old age catch up to him, he was almost as physically fit as his prime, he just needed to get his physique back and he'll be back to back flipping while firing arrows in no time. Edited by Tandorus, Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:25 am.
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| Fen | Sat Jul 30, 2011 12:32 pm Post #5 |
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He slowly drifted back in consciousness and felt his side with his fingertips, he had been healed? Huh this must be my lucky day, first I come to steal some supplies and someone ends up healing me? Opening his eyes just slightly he noticed a canteen. Huh.... Poor humans must not realize what I am.. He could hear two people talking. 'Sorry about that little interruption... my names Tandorus, just call me Tand, I'm an Istani by blood.' Tandorus, an Istani? No I won't just to any conclusions, just stay calm. Closing his eyes he calmed himself and focused his ears on the two's conversation, he wanted to know just what he had gotten himself into. With his hand out of their view he gripped his sword, preparing to attack if he needed to. Speaking quietly to himself, "heh, with my luck. It's another group of slavers looking to bring in a pretty new gold coin off of any unsuspecting human they find in the desert. Well that would be the case if I weren't a demon." He got up slightly and noticed nobody was watching him, he slid over to the shadows and took a few drinks from the canteen. Sitting behind something large enough to conceal him, Fen lowered his guard and tried to relax once again. Fen however couldn't relax, he was injured and didn't really desire a fight with an enemy who may be much much stronger than himself. He brought himself to his feet with sword in hand. Edging ever closer to the lighted area the two strangers sat in. Sighing he turned the corner and tossed the canteen at Tand, "So is it thanks to you that I'm not dead? Or is it by some miracle of Istan?" He grinned and awaited a response. |
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| Rin | Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:37 pm Post #6 |
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Rin shrugged. "I could not- er, couldn't sleep. So I decided to look around." She had found that feigning insomnia was much more acceptable to strangers than revealing the fact she felt completely rejuvenated after an hour of sleep. The only occasion on which she required a full night's rest was after pushing herself to her physical limits for an extended period of time or getting severely injured in one of her jaunts across Imythess. For some reason, this was incredibly unsettling to the mortals who required a full eight hours of sleep before feeling as aware and chipper as the construct, although she suspected they were also slightly jealous. Rin was surprised to see him display extraordinary healing powers when they noticed an injured man lying prone on the ground. The stranger dragged the semi-sonscious figure over to a blanket and offered him a canteen before returning his attention to Rin and introducing himself. "Well, my name is Rinrae, but you should call me Rin. I need to visit Istan City, so I joined this caravan when our paths crossed. I would be very happy to have company! Almost everyone in this caravan goes to sleep very early." The man that Tand had rescued mumbled to himself before speaking to his savior, and Rin allowed them to talk for a moment before interjecting, her eyes bright. "I've never heard of the Black Bowman... can you tell me the story?" She hopped up and down with excitement, clapping her hands together softly. "I love hearing new stories! It is one of my favorite things to do!" The list of Rin's favorite things included flowers, new stories, dancing, and singing, although she was not necessarily any good at the latter two options. |
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| Tandorus | Sat Jul 30, 2011 4:34 pm Post #7 |
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He looked at the man, standing now with blade drawn, ingrate. Tand caught the canteen and smirked, "Miracles don't exist, everything is done by man, not gods or demons. Though yes, I saved you, there's some food in tha' pack next to me, eat a little bit of bread and a piece of fruit, it'll help you recuperate from tha' wound. Though I suggest you sheathe your blade, I may be many years yer elder, but I can still take down a single wounded swordsman, if ya catch my drift." His shortbow was sitting next to him and his arrows leaning against the cart he used as a back rest. He turned back to the excited little girl, "Alright alright, I'll tell ya tha' earliest story of tha' black bowman that I know, tha' new ones are a bit... far fetched fer my tastes." He cleared his throat before speaking, "Ya can listen to as ya eat swordsman. Now tha' black bowman was an Istani who worked as a Black Bow, an archer under tha' direct orders of the general of that time many years ago. He fought fer years using his bow and wits, coming back to his home with every successful mission, only to be sent back out hours later for another operation. Though no matter how tired he got he completed his missions, fighting all over the desert, rarely ever losing any of his men. He was unstoppable, completing missions that should have taken armies much larger then the thirty or so archers he had under his command." He himself remembered those times... eight hundred years ago, fighting the good fight as he shot his black bow, fighting his way out of enemy encampments, destroying his country's foes. He looked back at Rin and continued, "Though one day he just stopped taking orders, he walked away from the military, he went out and wandered the desert for one hundred years, hunting down bandits and enemies that he couldn't get to if he was part of Istan. After the one hundred years of traveling, he came back to Istan, an old man that should have died years ago, he walked to the palace with his black bow, tossing it down in front of the Sultan, speaking his final words before collapsing, final getting his sweet reprieve from combat, 'You may have my bow for all eternity, just call for me when there is trouble and not even death can stop me from helping you, my lord.' Legend says every one hundred years he comes back from the dead to check on Istan, to make sure it has not fallen to his old enemies, between those years he waits for his lord to call him back, to pick up his bow and fight once more." He looked at the child waiting for her reaction, he didn't want to get into details all that much, to much detail could ruin a story, though not enough detail was even more. He smiled, "So what did you two think of that old story... it's nothin' much though not many remember it the way I do." Mainly because he was the one who had done this, except he didn't desert the army alone, he had left out that he had run away with his family, the demon pact, and the fact that the demons had destroyed his family. He had also spent the one hundred years fighting demons along with bandits, though those details would never see the light of day, unless he was being threatened with death from a paladin, he wanted to put an arrow in that paladin's backside, that would show him who's top dog. |
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| Fen | Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:03 pm Post #8 |
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Fen smirked as he ate the food Tand gave him. Pointing a finger of accusation at him after he told his tale, "everyone knows that the Black Bowman is just a filthy coward! If you have immortality you should use it! Fighting is all a soldier can do and if they try to go beyond that they're nothing but scum! Let's take for example a man and a demon, they've both lived for centuries only to come face to face under a blanket of stars.. The old man has lost his edge because of everything that's happened to him. However, the demon never loses his edge." Fen sheathed his sword and took a seat, "now of course that's only an example, I doubt the black bowman and a demon would ever meet under such circumstances." He looked at Rin, "you, young lady, need better idols than someone such as the black bowman. I mean idolizing a murderer? A dog who kills for his master? The kinds of people you should be idolizing are those who do whatever they want, when they want to." Looking back at Tand, "now marksman, tell me. If you were the bowman and came face to face with a demon, what would you do? In your old age, after your skills have diminished that is?" Fen hoped he had not given Tand to much information to work with. He was trying to get a reaction from the man, as he had a feeling he knew exactly who he was. If he were wrong and Tand truely wasn't the immortal black bowman, no harm would be done. But if he were, how would he feel about healing a demon, his very dire enemy. And at that, saving a demon's life? That seems like it would strike a nerve. Your move marksman, let's see what you've got to say now.. |
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| Rin | Sun Jul 31, 2011 12:50 am Post #9 |
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Rin cocked her head to one side, listening to the man's story about the Black Bowman. As a construct of the Grand Grimoire, the girl had been privy to tales and legends from across a score of worlds. The story of a man who was forced to fight outside of the common ranks was not a unique one, but she had never heard this specific story before. She smiled at Tand as he spoke, filing the information away. If she was going to travel to Istan City she would need to know the lore surrounding the desert country, and this legend could be a good stepping stone for that knowledge. She was about to speak when Tand reached the end of his story, but the man that had been rescued interrupted first, his voice tinged with scorn. The girl's eyes narrowed as he gave his own versions of events, twisting the tale that Tand had shared and insinuating that the legendary marksman was no better than a common murderer, comparing him in both his abilities and his demeanor to a demon. Rin pursed her lips and shook her head violently, blonde hair whipping around her sculpted features. "No! I don't think that is a good example! The Black Bowman sounds like a man worthy of respect! There need to be more men like him in the world." She glared at this odd man, who apparently had no respect for the person who had healed him. The man continued to ramble on, eventually insinuating that Tand himself was the Black Bowman. The girl looked at the older human with a surprised expression. Although he did own a pure black shortbow, he had told the story from an outsider's perspective. However, the man who had been healed by Tand was being incredibly disrespectful if he was truly the Black Bowman. After all, Tand had saved his life! The girl pursed her lips and reached into her satchel. In a flash of steel she had withdrawn a longsword from the backpack, the edges of the weapon honed to a razor edge. "Please show some respect to my new friend." Her blue eyes, jovial and curious only minutes ago, were now as cold and relentless as ice. "He does not need to prove anything to you. If you require a demonstration of skill, my own will be more than acceptable to whet your appetite." Although she did not move to attack with the blade, the ease with which she held the blade suggested she had martial skills that were incongruous with her naive and innocent appearance. |
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| Tandorus | Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:08 am Post #10 |
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Tand chuckled, the boy was trying to make him angry, better had tried and failed, after all, the truth was that he had indeed killed many a man in their sleep in the Istan Desert, though only bandits. He smiled as Rin tried to defend him, the man and the black bowman side of him. He stood up and patted her head, "It's alright, I've shot a bow a few times, I can show some skill... though boy, just remember, I'm no black bowman, just an archer goin' back home ta' visit tha' family and check on tha' news." It was close enough, he had extremely distant relatives from his wife's side, he kept on eye on them whenever he came back to Istan, no matter how many years it has been, family was family. He picked up his bow and took a single arrow, he called out to one of the men still awake, "Do ya have any archery rite of passage stuff layin' around? I'd like ta' show some skill fer the boy and the girl. The young lad seems ta' think that I'm some great archer, me, an old man in his mid thirties." He laughed as the other man did, he nodded and had his sons set up several targets and archery rings. He walked over and the man set the rules, "There are five targets, all in a row, you must shoot through the rings, and through the centers of the targets where there is no wood to block it. You get three shots, it must be perfect or else it will hit a ring or the wood of the target, meeting immediate disqualification." He stepped back as Tand took a few steps back, making the shot even harder by adding distance. He smirked at the boy, "Now... watch closely, I'm only an amateur compared to tha' black bowman." He didn't even aim, he knocked his arrow and fired it in one fluid motion, the arrow soaring through the rings and targets in a flash, striking the caravan behind it, hitting an decorative circle that was painted on, dead center. Before the arrow even went through the first ring Tand had sat down though, he already knew his shot was perfect, he smiled at the boy as he opened up a second canteen to sip from, whispering loud enough for only the three to hear, "I can kill you at any time, boy, do anything wrong and I'll do to you, what I did to demons in the desert eight hundred years ago." He smiled at the man who just stared at the targets, wide eyed, he hadn't heard the man's threat and simply walked over to inspect the arrow. He walked over and said to him, "Are you some sort of ex-soldier? Only a man of the Black Bows from the Istani Military could make that shot and add a second target while taking less then a second to aim, please, tell us who you are." Tand smiled brightly, "I was born in Istan, though I learned my archery from elves, those elves have some of the best bows and archers on the continent. So sorry but I never went into the Istani military." The man nodded, tossing back the arrow he had shot and calling to his boys to clean up. He looked at the boy, "One word to anyone about your suspicions and you know what will happen, I enjoy a life of not being disturbed by nuts and fanatics who listen to the new stories." He sipped from his canteen and offered some to Rin, if the boy would make a move he'd put an arrow between his eyes before he could blink. |
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| Fen | Sun Jul 31, 2011 5:23 am Post #11 |
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Watching the black bow line up a perfect shot. Seeing the young woman attempt to threaten him. Hah, both of these were futile attempts. Fen was not only a demon, but a knight. A knight who stands by his decisions, and his decision here was to survive. "Alright Tand, I'll admit you're more skilled in this world of light than I am. But if this were my world, you'd have been dead minutes ago. Take it as a blessing we're meeting on your terms. My only true desire here was to survive the desert. In no way will I pretend to like what you've done throughout your life, however. I stand firm with my beliefs, and the first time I falter from those, I can no longer call myself the right hand of my lord." I hate having to throw up this wall of lies. I detest lying, I'm no better than he is right now. Fen cringed at his thought as he turned to Rin, "please miss lower your weapon. A young lady such as yourself need not waste her life away fighting demons such as myself. I can guarantee it would be a fight that neither of us would gain anything from." He turned again, his back now to both of them. "However if you feel it necessary, strike me here, I'm the intruder, cast the first strike. Just know that if you do attack, you will be no better than a demon who throws around accusations of murder and lies. I consider myself noble and strong, even in this world. Your customs are obviously different than those of mine, so forgive my rudeness. The stories I was told of men who escaped into my world, the stories of a black bow that killed demon and men alike on sight. For that. I am truly sorry." |
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| Rin | Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:07 am Post #12 |
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Rin smiled thinly at the self=provlaimed demon's insolence. "Only an amateur kills with their sword. I could-" Her threat was interrupted by Tand, who patted the girl on the head with an easy smile and claimed he would be more than happy to display his skills with the bow. The girl's frown deepened, but she nodded and lowered the sword. She left the naked steel in her hands as the bowman called out to one of the night's sentries, asking the man to set up a quick series of targets meant to test an archer's skill. Tand barely took the time to aim, lifting the bow, nocking an arrow on the string, and drawing the shortbow fully in a flash. Her mouth dropped open as the arrow flew as straight as a beam of light, easily piercing each of the targets in the exact center and coming to a quivering halt in the final target. Rin giggled and shifted the longsword so it was held against her left side by her arm, clapping both hands together. "That was amazing Tand! You are definitely good enough to be a legendary archer!" She grinned at the man dressed in pink, but nothing could have prepared the girl for what he said next. She took a stumbling step backwards as the marksman revealed that he was the Black Bowman in truth, his eyes glinting with danger as he warned the arrogant demon not to reveal his identity. The girl had a feeling that the warning applied to her as well, although Tand was not focusing on her specifically at the moment. Rin was about to swear her own silence on the matter to Tand when there was a gurgling noise from behind the girl. She turned around to see that one of the dark-skinned Istani boys who had helped set up the archery targets falling to the sand, an arrow protruding from his neck and his life's blood pouring out onto the sand. Rin immediately hefted her longsword, turning her bright blue eyes towards the outskirts of the camp. The desert was dark and featureless outside the light of the sentry fires, but the girl could just barely hear the soft rustling of fabric and trude pounding of footsteps in the sand. "Look out!" She darted between the demon and the darkened dunes, bringing the longsword up in a decisive arc. The blade of the weapon caught on the cord of a thrown bola, the leather strap wrapping around her weapon instead of Fen's neck. The weighted ends of the bola whipped mere inches from the girl's face as it coiled around the sword, making her flinch. She grimaced and flicked the thrown weapon from her blade, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Bandits..." She heard the other sentries cry out in alarm, waking the caravan to the current threat. She tightened her grip on the hilt of the longsword, eyes flickering from side to side in a useless attempt to pick out their assailants. [OOC: I decided to throw in some action... If that bothers you Vyse, just lemme know and I can edit this. ^_^] |
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| Tandorus | Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:17 pm Post #13 |
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He smiled at Rin's praise, then frowned when he saw the bolas his Rin's blade, she was only partially right, slavers and bandits. He stood up and knocked an arrow, he looked into the darkness and fired it off, he heard a scream, perfect shot as always. He raised another arrow as he was about to search around for more movement, he saw something though, a group of them perhaps? His eyes widened, this wasn't good, they had archers. He grabbed Rin's head and shoved her downward as he himself crouched, six arrows hitting where their upper bodies had just been. He stood back up and fired another arrow, hearing another scream to confirm his hit, he turned to look at Fen, "If ya wanna survive ya better get ta' fightin' slavers and bandits take prisoners, though it tends to be the women folk who get captured, not us men." He grimaced as the melee fighters charged in, this could be bad, they were out numbered, there were at least another five archers, and now ten melee combatants were charging in. He looked at Fen, "You two, go help tha' sentries, I'm gonna go get those archers, show them how an old veteran fights." He nodded to them before running off to the area he had last seen the archers. It was only a few minutes before arrows were hitting the sand around him, he kept up moving from side to side as he slowly made his way forward, placing an arrow on the string and firing in one swift movement. His foes were standing in one place trying to take aim, he only needed to line up the shot at an angle for a second before firing and continuing his movements, he was a master of ranged combat, his foes didn't stand a chance. He shot a second arrow, seeing a shadowy figure fall, he smirked it was all to easy. He felt an arrow skim his shoulder, it had only cut through his coat, he growled, he loved his pink coat more then the skin off his back. He shot a third arrow, hearing the man scream meant he didn't get him in the head, lungs, neck, or heart, a pity, though that meant he was dying quickly since it hit something else, his screaming had ended. Only two left... he hoped Fen and Rin were doing okay. |
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| Fen | Sun Jul 31, 2011 11:35 pm Post #14 |
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He looked at Tand, nodding, "I know exactly what to do here. Leave it all to me." He went about his grim work of battle, his blade dancing from foe to foe to keep the bandits at bay when it dawned upon him... Something was needed to keep the tide in their favor... Something glorious. As he dispatched his foe he cleared his throat loud enough to gain everyone's attention, going slowly at first but soon beginning to pound his way through a fully organized dancing routine.
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| Rin | Mon Aug 1, 2011 2:39 am Post #15 |
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Rin nodded at Tand's words and swung the longsword, advancing on the bandits who were charging at the caravan. Two men advanced on the girl, obviously expecting to capture her easily. The men were clothed in the typical Istani fashion, loose folds of dark cloth draped over leather armor. They leered with yellowed, crooked teeth and charged at the girl. One of the men held a simple spear, while the other wielded a wicked scimitar and an unexpected weapon: a weighted net. The girl gnawed on her lower lip as they approached, knowing what the odd weapon meant; these men were not mere bandits, but probably slavers as well. When the bandit with the spear reached striking distance he stabbed at the girl's torso, obviously intending to only wound her instead of actually killing the construct. Rin sneered in derision and easily parried the jab, the spearhead missing her body by over a foot. The girl spun forward, scraping the blade of the longsword along the shaft of the spear. The unexpected advance made it impossible for the net-wielding slaver to strike with entangling his partner as well. The girl ducked underneath the bandit's hurried punch, twisting the longsword up and stabbing the entire length of the blade into her assailant's torso. He gasped in shock, pink bubbled frothing from his mouth as she twisted the metal deeper into his innards. "I am no one's thrall." The girl released the hilt of the sword as the slaver fell to the ground, grinning at the remaining enemy with a feral expression. He snarled and slashed at her with the scimitar, obviously aiming to kill instead of capture the surprisngly resourceful waif. She pent over backwards so that the heavy blade missed her by a mere hairsbreadth, clenching one fist as if she held a weapon. "Excalibur." In an instant she held the hilt of a sword crafted from pure ivory and hardened gold, its crossguard sculpted in the shape of two furious chimeras. Rin leapt forward as golden flames coursed from their open maws. A sword of pure energy formed from the hilt, humming and blurring as she whipped it through the air. The slaver shouted out and slashed at Rin again, but she did not attempt to block with the blade. Instead she somersaulted to the left, the hand where he held the weighted net. The bandit laughed in victory and threw the net at her, but Rin managed to turn her tumble into a slide so that the net sailed over her head. Rin sprang to her feet spinning,t he golden blade striking out. The bandit attempted to block the attack with his scimitar, but the energy sword simply passed through the metal without pausing. She drew the glowing blade across the man's throat, completely ignoring his leather gorget and slicng his jugular open. Rin spun to her feet with a fierce grin as the man fell, clutching at the smoking ruin of his throat. Several other bandits started to head towards the girl as she stepped over the warm corpses, eyes cold and relentless. |
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