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| Topic Started: Thu Sep 1, 2011 3:37 am (260 Views) | |
| Mist | Thu Sep 1, 2011 3:37 am Post #1 |
 
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The man was obviously a stranger to this village. It was a medium-sized town in the northern reaches of the Istan Desert, right where the dunes finally began to fade into the savannah. The city guard there had commissioned Kirsikka Enterprises in order to furnish them with a wide variety of weapons. The blacksmith had traveled here from Striberg with a wagon full of daggers, halberds, longswords, and steel plate armor. Several guards had accompanied him, all bearing the sigil of Kirsikka Enterprises on their chest. Gage proudly displayed the symbol as well, a silk pennant hanging from the rondels of his armor. It was the protective suit that truly made Gage stand out among the inhabitants of the village. Crafted of pure adamantine, the strongest and heaviest metal in all of Imythess, the armor had been crafted beautifully, the perfect mixture of artistry and utility. The metal had an unusual blue-grey sheen, the refolding process leaving ripples across the breastplate that made it shimmer in the fading light of dusk. He had removed the greathelm, which he was holding underneath one arm. The armor was stifling, but the one group of bandits they had encountered on the road had been deterred by the sight of such a warrior. Gage heard a soft giggle from behind him and turned, his expression carefully kept blank. The man was by no means as aesthetically pleasing to look upon as his armor. He had broad features and dull, slate gray eyes. His skin was tanned from exposure to the heat of the forge, and his hair was short, dark, and spiky. His eyes slowly traveled down to locate the source of the mirthful noise: a small girl, no older than four years old, was holding up a flower to the armored man. An astute observer would have noticed that the blacksmith’s expression softened imperceptibly, some of the ice in his stare disappearing. The girl smiled broadly, one of her front teeth missing, and thrust the daisy up towards the man. He reached out gingerly, careful to not pinch the child’s fingers with the lobstered steel wrapped around his hand. ”Is this for me? Thank you…” His voice was rough and gravelly, but there was a hint of kindness in his voice. ”Mr. Gage?” The blacksmith straightened with a clanking noise, the adamantine plate scraping together as he turned to face the village leader. His eyes turned as hard as stone, the kindness he had shown the child evaporating in an instant. This was business, after all. Still, he carefully held the flower in one hand, a fact the other man noticed but tactfully chose not to comment on. ”It appears that all of the items we ordered are indeed present. If you would come with me, we can sign your papers and give you your gold.” ”Of course, sir. Kirsikka Enterprises is here to serve your armament needs.” Gage was not entirely sure why he had been assigned to this particular caravan. The blacksmith was usually only sent out into Imythess when he was accompanying a specific item he had crafted, but none of these weapons were anything special. They were polished steel, honed to a razor edge and hammered to uniform thickness, but nothing like the enchanted weapons he usually crafted for the company. Perhaps Lady Kirsikka was simply giving him a chance to stretch his legs… The blacksmith had to fight to keep from smiling at the thought of his erstwhile employer as he followed the mayor into the hut. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Fri Sep 2, 2011 3:58 am Post #2 |
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Corvo saw the wagon stop, from the looks of it, it was owned by the KE company. Who knew what kinds of powerful arms and weapons were in the wagon. Corvo was penniless, but he needed another weapon to supplement his trusy bow. To many close calls had resulted in a lack of a side arm. Corvo thought that maybe a chance of stealing a weapon from the wagon. By no means was he a common thief, but he needed a good weapon, some fighting knives would suffice. The guards around the wagon seemed inept, although the huge hulking man in the suit of armor could be a problem. He noticed the Hulk and the rest of the guards moving to a hut in the village. Now was his chance, Corvo moved from his overwatch position, down to the wagon. There was only one guard left and he seemed more occupied with the local children than guarding the wagon. Corvo slipped into the wagon and noticed a small black box, about three feet long. He opened it and he couldn't believe his luck, two long fighting knives with an ornate raven motif on the hilts. He took the daggers and tucked them into his belt. Heard the voice of the guard nearing the wagon. He was trapped in the wagon, for now... |
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| Mist | Fri Sep 2, 2011 1:14 pm Post #3 |
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Haggling had never been Gage's favorite method of payment, but it seemed like everyone he dealt with these days was convinced that they could get a lower price for their goods if they talked at him enough. He had found that sitting there with a noncommittal expression and watching them until they shut up would usually convince his clients that his asking price was final. Kirsikka Enterprises was not large enough that they could offer to take less gold for some sort of barter arrangement; ore cost good money, and Gage was fond of his own paycheck as well. Eventually the mayor realized that it would be impossible to budge the blacksmith's price and dejectedly opened a small chest in the corner of his hut. Golden coins gleamed within the container, and just by eying the volume of the chest he could guess that the exact amount of money was contained within. IF he already had the money counted out, why did he bother with the haggling? Was he just trying to pocket some of the money for himself? He had to fight to keep from sighing in a combination of frustration and annoyance. Surely Lady Lumi had someone better suited for this job in her operations? Maybe he would mention it to her in the future. Some men were made for bartering, and some men were made to hit things very hard with a hammer. Gage definitely fell in the latter category. "Pal. Check the money and count it." One of the guards accompanying him nodded and bent over his task, stacking the golden coins five high and arranging them on the table. If the mayor of the village was insulted that his integrity was in doubt, he made no mention of it. For larger jobs, Gage found that their clients were more willing to try and trick Kirsikka Enterprises and cheat them out of their gold. He always made sure to check the money being given to him instead of assuming the proper amount was there. The blacksmith stood up from the chair, which creaked with relief as the massive weight of his thick frame and thicker armor was lifted from the wooden legs. "If you would like, I can show you the merchandise now." The two men left the hut, the mayor questioning Gage about the techniques used in the forging of their weapons. The blacksmith smiled; he was a master of his craft, and he loved to talk about it with others. "For the weapons, I used the same technique used in Istan to make their pattern-forged steel. You have to fold the metal over and over until its of uniform thickness and length, tempering and reheating it often. It is difficult to do, but not impossible. The armor was much simpler; it's simple steel plate. Thick, heavy, and nothing fancy; it can stop most melee weapons easily, and even deflect arrows ans bolts shot from far enough away." The explanation brought them to the side of the wagon. It had a canvas awning stretched over a skeleton structure of wooden planks, forcing them to walk around the back of the vehicle in order to see inside. Gage lifted a hand to the back flap, gripping it firmly and preparing to open it and display his wares... |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Tue Sep 13, 2011 4:05 am Post #4 |
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Corvo knew he was about to be caught, and so he smiled and prepared for what he was about to do. The flap of the wagon opened, revealing the large, metallic, hulking head of an armored man. "Allo Mister, I am interested in aquiring some of your wares, some fine blades you got 'ere!", Corvo said. Since he couldn't see the man's facial expression through the helmet, so he wasn't sure if his ploy had worked, but hopefully the burly man would think he was just an overzealous customer. |
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| Mist | Wed Sep 14, 2011 4:39 pm Post #5 |
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When Gage pulled back the curtain he saw with a small amount of surprise that a man was within the wagon. The blacksmith's eyes went wide for a moment, then narrowed dangerously. With his helm on he was an imposing figure and almost inhuman figure, clad all in the blackened adamantine plate. He raised one hand to stop the mayor from approaching closer, his other hand closing around the shaft of the hammer at his belt. He unhooked the weapon from his belt suspiciously, although he did not raise it into an aggressive position. Before Gage could accuse the man of attempting to steal his wares he spoke, claiming that he was merely a customer eager for the unveiling of the merchandise. The blacksmith's face remained hard and suspicious as he watched this man. "Zealousness is dangerous, sir. I would suggest removing yourself from the cart. Immediately." The mayor peeked around the blacksmith's shoulder, gasping as he saw the intruder. He stumbled back from the confrontation with a worried expression, holding both hands up in front of him and shaking his head vigorously. "I swear to you, Mr. Gage, that man does not live in this village! None of my men would insult your kindness in such a manner!" He was obviously worried that the thief's presence would somehow compromise the deal that had been made for the weapons. His concenr was entirely misplaced; after the purchase of the weapons Kirsikka Enterprises had absolutely no interest in what happened to the armaments or their new owners. Still, the transaction had not yet been completed, so it was still Gage's responsibility to deal with this issue. The blacksmith did not take the time to reassure the man, staying focused on the situation at hand. The blacksmith absorbed this new information with a frown. He tightened his grip on the hammer, keeping his eyes locked on the intruder. "Please remove yourself from the wagon and keep your hands where I can see them. If you don't... I'll be forced to remove you." This time he raised the warhammer, tapping the thick metal head of the weapon against the wagon's back. One end of the hammer had been formed into a wicked spike, while the other had a broad surface that could easily dent armor and crack bones. The threat in the gesture was clear: exit the cart or be attacked. From the hard glint in Gage's eyes it seemed he did not care which option was selected, so long as the intruder was taken care of. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Thu Sep 15, 2011 2:42 am Post #6 |
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Corvo stepped out of the wagon. "Let's not be so hasty here, I was just admiring the fine craftsmanship. I would love to meet the smith who make these daggers." Corvo thought that if he slid the daggers underneath the plates of the hulk's armor, he might be able to wound the man and get away, but he knew better. He wouldn't want to risk getting smashed by the man's massive hammer. "I am not a thief, and so I offer you my services in exchange for the daggers. |
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| Mist | Fri Sep 16, 2011 1:48 pm Post #7 |
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Despite the fact that he had basically been caught red-handed this man continued to insist that he was not a thief. Gage snorted with obvious disgust. Men and women across the realm seemed to believe that if they were fast and clever enough they could take whatever they wanted with no consequences. PErhaps they believed strength was an appropriate justification for kleptomania. This was not the first time he had encountered such an individual while working for Kirsikka Enterprises, although this man was one of the most bold. Not even complimenting the craftsmanship of the daggers would appease the blacksmith's anger. "I made those daggers. Of course they're fine work." The boast was not prideful; Gage was merely stating a fact. Even before he had started working for Lumi the man had been a renowned blacksmith, known not only for his artistic skill but also his ability to forge adamantine or Istani-patterned steel weapons with great speed. Much of his prowess was due to the weapon he carried. The warhammer was supposedly a sacred artifact once wielded by a god of the dwarves, but in his hands it had proved much more useful as a forging tool. Since beginning his new job the blacksmith's renown had only grown, and now he crafted specialty items for wealthy clients across the realm, as well as simple jobs like this one. He jerked his head at the mayor, who was still wringing his hands nervously and staring at the thief. "Those dagger's aren't for sale. This one bought them all." Although the thief had exited the wagon Gage still did not trust the man. He was either incredibly confident in his abilities or a fool if he believed he could talk his way out of this situation. "And I see no reason why I should have use of your services. It is against company policy to hire thieves." He brought the warhammer up so the heavy slab of metal rested in his left hand. The head of the hammer began to glow with an inner light, as if it had just been removed from fierce flames. He could feel the heat seeping through his gauntlets to warm his flesh, but perhaps the display of the enchantment would convince the thief that Gage was not a man to be trifled with. The southern edges of the town bordered directly on the chest-high grasses of the Istani savanna. Within the field of brown and yellow grass there were hints of movement, if one knew where to look. A troop of men slowly worked their way through the tall grasses towards the perimeter of the town. They were each garbed in makeshift pieces of armor ranging from boiled leather to chainmail to rusty steel plates. Each of the men had a hungry gleam in their eyes and a feral grin plastered on their face. The leader of the bunch held up his left hand in a fist, signaling the rest of his men to stop advancing. The bandit peered into the town from between the strands of grass, one hand on the dirk at his hip. The outlaw had heard that this village was expecting a shipment of armor and weapons today, a bait that no group of bandits could resist falling for. His men could make good use of fine quality armaments in order to battle the persistent Istani soldiers that plagued this area of the continent. He watched the village from his hiding spot, gaging the town's defenses in preparation for their strike. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Sat Sep 17, 2011 3:03 pm Post #8 |
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Corvo was burnt, and he knew it. "I'm a better Assassin, than a thief. I never shouldn't have resorted to this..." ,he thought. The armored man's large war hammer glowed, orange. But Corvo was still not intimidated. "I did Not steal those daggers, if I had wanted them that badly, I would've just taken the whole wagon. Besides, your daggers are still here." Corvo heard a low, hum in the distance, it sounded like the drone of insects. Corvo turned his head towards the noise, and saw a black shadow approaching the village. But as an experienced archer, he knew that the things approaching them were not insects, but arrows. "Incoming!" |
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| Mist | Sat Sep 17, 2011 5:18 pm Post #9 |
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The blacksmith shook his head slightly. Of course this man was a thief. There was no other reason for him to be in the wagon. The fact that he thought he could keep up the charade for so long was almost insulting. Gage was not entirely sure what to do with the man now. Employees of Kirsikka Enterprises were not hired to deal out justice; perhaps it would be better if the kleptomaniac was left in the villager's hands for his punishment. If he had attempted to rob them on the road it would be a different matter, but Lumi would not approve if he stayed behind simply to deal with such a being. He turned his head to talk with the mayor when an odd noise filled his ears. It sounded like a high-pitched whistle at first, although it quickly descended in pitch into a dangerous hum. Only when the failed thief pointed out the dark patch in the sky and shouted out a warning did the blacksmith understand. Gage grimaced and grabbed the mayor roughly by the arm, ignoring the older man's confused outcry of protest. He bodily threw the man behind the makeshift cover of the wagon. "Stay here!" Gage turned back just in time to see the arrows right above his head. The blacksmith vcrossed his arms in front of the visor of his helm, spreading his feet wide apart to brace himself for impact. The adamantine plate armor was not just for show: unless these arrows were magical he would be able to weather the barrage. The first arrow slammed into his shoulder, splintering from the force of the impact. The blow was heavy enough that he felt the bruising force even with all of the padding between his skin and the thick plate. This is going to leave bruises... In the next instant the main group of arrow was raining down around him, leaving no room for thought. Each projectile that stuck his armor made a harsh metallic echo in the suit, a cacophony that made the heavy-set man grit his teeth. As quickly as it had started the salvo was over, the last few arrows hitting the dirt. He lowered his arms and glanced around at their surroundings. Feathered shafts were sticking up from the ground, roofs, and wagon. A few of the villagers had been struck by the unexpected attack, and one of his own men as well. Gage shok his head sadly and immediately began to look for the culprits of the attack. Where the village met the Istani savanna a group of men had emerged from the grass, brandishing weapons as they rushed towards the unsuspecting townspeople. For a moment he considered ordering his men to mount up and just leave the village to their fate; the purchase was complete, after all, and he would hate to have to explain to Lumi why he stayed and fought instead of protecting their profit. However, he soon witnessed a sight that completely changed his opinion. The little girl that had given him a flower as a gift earlier was splayed on the ground, an arrow through her shoulder and her blood staining the street. Gage heard a roaring sound in his ears and his hands began to quiver with rage. His roar was so loud that his own men jumped, staring at their usually taciturn boss in surprise. "Men! Kill these outlaws!" Gage began to run as quickly as possible towards the incoming wave of bandits, holding his warhammer in both hands. They would just have to see how well these men could combat someone with almost impenetrable defenses. |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Sun Sep 18, 2011 1:09 am Post #10 |
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Corvo had managed to dive underneath the wagon before the barrage of arrows had landed. After the first volley had fallen, he dragged himself from under the wagon and surveyed the carnage. He saw a small girl wounded by an arrow, and from the looks of it fatally. Corvo had seen his fair share of carnage, but the havoc that the arrows had wreaked was almost unfathomable. He saw the mayor cowering behind the wagon. Corvo finally managed to get a good look at the man's face, he had seen the man somewhere before. There was no time to think about that now. Corvo's demeanor changed, from a seemingly easy-going man, to a warrior, ready for battle. Unbeknownst* to most, his casual mood was just a ruse to disarm people. The fire inside him had been lit. Men streamed from the hill overlooking the wagon and village. Corvo was astonished to see that the huge hulking man had managed to hold his ground during the barrage, seemingly untouched by the arrows. "Now we get to see how well the daggers fare in combat." |
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| Mist | Mon Sep 19, 2011 12:29 am Post #11 |
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As Gage lumbered forward he glared at the closest bandit, a man wielding a long polearm that combined all of the best properties of a spear and an ax. Halberds were notoriously dangerous weapons, and the blacksmith knew that enough blows from the heavy axehead could probably dent even his adamantine suit. We can't have that... He began to mutter from the depths of his helmet, speaking too softly to be heard in the arcane tongue. Gage was not an accomplished magician by any means, but thanks to his profession he knew a handful of spells useful for empowering his own weapons... or rendering his opponent's useless. His fingers twitched on the handle of his weapon, working through the necessary motions in order to release the arcane power. The outlaw with the poleaxe suddenly noticed the armored juggernaut heading towards him and cried out a challenge, sprinting towards the approaching man. Gage finished the spell as they closed in on each other, his slate-gray eyes burning for a moment like two embers just removed from a fierce blaze. "Pacify Weapon." When the bandit thrust the spearhead of the weapon at the blacksmith he did not bother to dodge. Instead of scraping along his cuirass the halberd bounced off worthlessly, not even leaving a mark on the adamantine plate. The outlaw growled incoherently and spun faster than the blacksmith could follow, slamming the heavy axehead into Gage's spaulders. He shook his head dismissively and latched onto the shaft of the weapon with one armored fist, holding it as tightly as a vise. The bandit gasped as he saw what had happened to his blade: the sharp ends of the halberd had seemingly melted together, forming a flat surface that had absolutely no hope of damaging the thick armor. He had no time to attempt to extricate the weapon from the blacksmith's grasp. Gage slammed the spike of his warhammer into the man's skull, eliciting a loud crack and sending blood and bone and brains splattering across the ground. The man crumpled without a sound, his hands falling away from the polearm. Gage shifted his grip on the weapon and tossed it in the face of an approaching foe with a shortsword. The man's charge faltered as he chopped at the halberd in order to block it from hitting his face. The blacksmith stepped forward with a clank, the warhammer whirring through the air as he aimed it at the outlaw's chest. The man managed to block it just in time, barely deflecting the blow away from his torso. However, the warhammer's glow intensified for a moment after it struck the sword, sparks flying from the point of impact. The steel of the shortsword was glowing red-hot from the impact, its metal weakened by the hammer's enchantment. Gage pressed the assault, clumsily swinging the warhammer with both hands in broad strokes that were almost a guaranteed kill if they connected. He did not have much training in combat, but the blacksmith had found that his thick armor and brute strength often allowed him to batter at an opponent until they couldn't block his assault any longer. He just hoped that his strength wouldn't wear out before he managed to punish these insolent bandits for slaughtering an innocent child... |
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| Corvo Arquitus | Mon Sep 19, 2011 1:43 am Post #12 |
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Corvo took aim at the nearest bandit, a man in chain mail, wearing a helmet. He shot an arrow which cleanly passed through the eye slit of the helmet, and the bandit fell. Corvo turned to his right just in time to raise and arm to block an incoming blow from a short sword. The sword dug into the leather of the bracer, but did not cut deep enough to harm him. With the sword wedged in the leather, Corvo grabbed one of the daggers in his belt and drove it into his assailants bowels. The bandit dropped his sword which caused it to dislodge its self from the bracer. The bandit's leader clearly noticing that he was losing men ordered some archers to fire another volley of arrows. Noticing the archers taking aim at him, Corvo snuck up on another bandit and put him in a choke-hold head lock. He used the bandit as a human shield to block the incoming arrows. Corvo dropped his shield and continued fighting. Soon the bandits were in full retreat. He shot at the bandits as they ran, a few fell, but others were only wounded. Corvo considered whether he should try and make his escape, but after seeing many of the villagers wounded, he decided to stay and help. |
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| Mist | Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:25 am Post #13 |
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The bandit blocked yet another heavy blow from the hammer, the shaft of the weapon grating against the blade’s crossguard. Gage let go with his left hand and clumsily punched his gauntleted fist into the outlaw’s face. The blacksmith could feel warm droplets of blood squirt through the lobstered adamantine as he spread the man’s nose across his face, the metal cutting into the man’s flesh. Spikes along the armor on his knuckles bored out the man’s eyes with a sickening squelch. When he withdrew his fist the bandit fell to the ground, screaming and clawing at his ruined visage with both hands. Gage looked down at him for a moment, no pity reflected in his gray eyes. These vermin had killed a child. Even accidentally slaying a youth was a crime he would kill for. He dispassionately stepped onto the screaming man’s neck, pressing down with the full weight of his hulking form and the heavy adamantine. With a staccato crack the man’s vertebrae snapped, his cries quieting instantly. There was a familiar whirring noise from behind him as another salvo of arrows was released. Although most of the missiles were still useless against his armor, at this range some of them were bound to have more of an effect. One lucky projectile managed to slam into the gap between his cuirass and plackart, the steel arrowhead even managing to pierce the hauberk and strike his flesh. The blacksmith growled in pain and annoyance and reached behind him, snapping off the shaft of the arrow as he turned around. The archers were being protected by three men, each of them watching the armored monolith with obvious apprehension. The outlaws had not been prepared for the presence of such a warrior, of that he was certain. Very few bandits and cutpurses expected a Kirsikka Enterprise delivery to be accompanied by a blacksmith willing to split some skulls open to get the job done. Gage derived no pleasure from proving them wrong, but so long as it was expected of him he could continue to do so. The blacksmith met the next opponent with a quick one-handed strike from the hammer. The bandit caught the blow on a steel buckler, the metal warping from the pressure and heat of the attack. Still, he did not retreat, stabbing straight at the gap in his armor near his neck. Gage shifted to the side so that the tip of the longsword scoured the front of his gorget instead of stabbing into his collarbone. The bandit whirled away from his next attack, butting some distance between them and warily eying the armored man. Gage grinned humorlessly and took advantage of the short respite, casting another spell to augment his own weapon. The muttered incantation as lost in the din of battle as he clomped towards the bandit, raising the warhammer in both hands. ”Electrify Weapon!” The outlaw’s eyes went wide as he realized his mistake, but it was too late to completely dodge the blow. He raised the metal buckler to block, but this time when the hammer stuck its concave surface tendrils of electricity coursed through the metal and into the outlaw’s arm. He cried out at the shock, his shield arm immediately going limp. Gage continued his swing, tearing the buckler off of the man’s wrist before bringing the warhammer back up in a short arc. The spike pierced the man’s flesh just below his chin, spearing through his mouth. The force of the blow almost tore his entire lower mandible from his skull, sending the bandit sprawling. The blacksmith had only just withdrawn his weapon from the corpse when another wave of arrows slammed into him, forcing him to retreat several steps from the sheer force of the projectiles. One of the arrows actually slipped past his cuisse to sink an inch into his thigh, although most of its momentum had been lost when it struck the armor. Gage ground his teeth together and broke off this shaft as well, reaching down with one hand and hefting the body of the outlaw he had just killed. Holding the man’s corpse like a gruesome shield he began to limp towards the line of archers, his eyes fierce. Their arrows had slain that little girl; he would slay them in turn.[/b] Edited by Mist, Mon Sep 19, 2011 4:26 am.
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| Corvo Arquitus | Tue Sep 20, 2011 2:01 am Post #14 |
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The fighting was still raging, but clearly the bandit's numbers were now diminished. The wagon's guards, along with the hulking man in armor, had pushed back the bandits away from the wagon. Corvo made his way up the hill, keeping low, in order not to be spotted by the archers. He saw three archers in front of him shooting down towards the wagon. Corvo grabbed his bow and prepared to shoot. He popped out from the tall grass, firing in rapid succession, the first arrow struck an archer in the throat. The second arrow hit another archer in the shoulder, and the final arrow struck the last man in the thigh. Corvo strolled over to the men to see his handiwork. One man was dead, the other two wounded. He took out one of the daggers, and walked over to the man he had shot in the thigh. The man was bleeding profusely and shouting obscenities at him, somehow he managed to stay standing. The wounded bandit suddenly charged at Corvo. Unfazed by the bandit's "Bravado", he dodged the bandits failed attempt to attack him. The man threw a poorly aimed punch, Corvo countered with a side kick to the man's leg. He heard the lound snap, as the man's femur broke and the bandit fell to his knees. The man was at his mercy, but he deserved none. Corvo slashed the man's neck with the dagger, and listened to the man gurgle as he died. The bandit that he had shot in the shoulder was to far gone to put up any resistance. The man was bleeding out, and was already in shock. Corvo cursed, he had let his emotions get in the way of good judgement. He could've take one of the bandits as a prisoner to interrogate later. Surveying his surroundings, Corvo saw no sign of any more bandits. They were either dead or had fled. Now he would have to deal with the hulk again. |
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| Mist | Tue Sep 20, 2011 7:34 pm Post #15 |
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Only one of the bandits seemed willing to put himself between the armored juggernaut and the archers, holding a heavy mace that could possibly damage his armor. Adamantine was far too strong to dent; with enough force it would be possible to punch a hole through the plate armor, but Gage did not plan on standing still long enough to allow that to happen. He growled a challenge at the newcomer and slammed the warhammer down with both hands, the weapon still crackling with lines of electricity as it swung through the air. The bandit danced backwards, lashing out with the mace at the blacksmith's gauntleted hands. Gage quickly withdrew his own weapon to avoid being disarmed, his eyes narrowing with frustration. This man seemed to be quick on his feet and skilled with the mace, an annoying combination that would draw this fight out longer than was desirable. He did not want to give the archers a chance to launch another round of arrows at him. When the mace-wielder lunger forward Gage did not attempt to block the brunt weapon. He trusted the integrity of his armor enough to withstand a single blow from the mace; the bandit would not be given a second chance to strike. The blacksmith pointed his right fist at the man as the metal head of the club slammed into his breastplate, the reverberation of the impact echoing throughout his suit. Gage triggered a small pressure switch inside his right gauntlet, a mechanism cleverly hidden on the back of his hand whirring into life. With a loud clunk! the spikes on his knuckles rocketed away from his hand. Although he could not aim the spring-loaded spikes, at point-blank range his accuracy barely mattered. There was a sickening crunch as the spikes buried themselves into the bandit's flesh, digging into his chest and neck and resulting in a spray of blood. The man staggered to the ground, groaning in pain. The blacksmith stared at the downed figure for a moment, trying to determine if his wounds would be life threatening or if another blow would be required. From the crimson blood oozing out of his jugular he estimated the man had only minutes to live. Instead of wasting his time on executing the outlaw he returned his attention to the archers, wondering why they had not sent another wave of projectiles at him yet. The solution to that particular enigma was simpler than he had expected: the archers were already dead. The thief from earlier stood above them, holding a bow in one hand and dispassionately examining his handiwork. Gage narrowed his eyes but did not immediately approach the robber, instead surveying the scene surrounding him, One more of his men had apparently succumbed to the outlaw assault, but the rest of his men had managed to protect the village. A few more of the townspeople had fallen in combat as well, but they were greatly outnumbered by the bloody corpses of the bandits sprawled across the village. Seeing that his men were safe the blacksmith turned back to the thief and lumbered over to him, his black armor spotted with blood. "It appears you are more than a simple thief." The blacksmith was obviously suspicious, and with good reason. |
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