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| [GRP] Lumberjacks gonna Lumber and Jack | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:21 am (193 Views) | |
| Arnor | Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:21 am Post #1 |
 
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Arnor swung his put-to-improper-purpose Battle-Axe at the base of the giant oak tree. This tree was apparently very old, according to Elves that gave it praise when he mentioned it. He shrugged it off and thought it would make lovely firewood. And lovely firewood means more money. More money means more wooden figurines of his favorite characters from stories. He pulled the axe out of the wood and swung into the bark again, getting about two inches into the trunk so far. |
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| Kurma | Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:34 am Post #2 |
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Somewhere nearby, the sound of an axe meeting the solid trunk of an ancient tree sounded. The Agewatcher lifted his heavy head, slowly opening the lids of his rusty eyes. His meditation had been interrupted by destruction. The great tortoise was not one to take sudden or rash decisions, but the tearing apart of his woods would not go unpunished. Pulling himself to his feet, Kurma steadied himself against a tree trunk, pulling his mighty hammers from the earth. The weight of mountains behind his great weapons, and the fury of the earth in his heart, the tortoise followed the sound of axes-swings to sacred grove of the First Great Oak, a sacred tree among the wood elves of Norwood. A figure bundled in clothing stood at the base of the enormous tree, swinging a battleaxe as if it were for woodcutting. Clearly, this man was hellbent on waging war on the forest itself with his tool of destruction. "Halt, human, and face me," the tortoise's deep, rumbling voice boomed over the sound of axe meeting tree. |
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| Arnor | Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:44 am Post #3 |
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At the booming voice, Arnor stopped. Many people confused him with a Human while he was bundled up so he was used to being referred to as that. The axe was lodged in the wood of the tree still. Putting his boot against it, he pulled the axe out and held in one hand. He turned around to face the source of the voice. It was a giant bipedal turtle. Tortoise? Turtle, tortoise. Same thing. Arnor stared through the small gaps in the cloth on his face. Right into the eyes of the walking reptile. He raised his axe as if to swing it down and demolish the foe before him. "No." Was all he said before swinging his axe back into the tree and continued to try and chop it down. Three inches down! |
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| Kurma | Sat Dec 31, 2011 5:57 am Post #4 |
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This stranger would pay for his insolence. The tortoise shifted his body into a position suited for battle, a defensive stance as he prepared for the lumberjack to strike at him. The stranger lifted his great battleaxe, aiming it carefully before bringing it down hard, slamming it down hard into the trunk of the tree, first stating, "No." In a very human way, Kurma was aggravated by the stranger's lack of offensive action, and he scowled at the stranger. "Coward, do you understand the significance of this tree? It shall not be used as firewood, or as a porch for your summer home. This tree is sacred to the elves, and I forbid you from cutting it down!" the Agewatcher shouted, angered for the first time in nearly one hundred years. The mighty tortoise raised the hammer in his right hand, swinging it at the lumberjack with incredible force, his goal to knock the intruder off his feet and far away from the tree. |
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| Arnor | Sat Dec 31, 2011 6:00 am Post #5 |
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"What?" Was all Arnor could muster out of his mouth as weapon of mass PAIN smashed into him. He lost his grip on the axe and was lifted off of his feet. Being nowhere as near heavy as the normal beings on this planet, he flew a small distance before smashing into another tree. His back bending in an uncomfortable position. He didn't have bones to break but it hurt all the like. He fell on the ground and curled into a ball and started sobbing, manly sobbing, from the intense amount of pain. |
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| Kurma | Sat Dec 31, 2011 6:07 am Post #6 |
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The bewildered lumberjack was thrown across the forest by Kurma's blow, no intelligible words of protest coming from him before the hammer struck. Curiously, the intruder didn't fall as hard as the tortoise expected, given the distance of his flight, and Kurma was knocked off balance by the man's surprising lightness, the momentum of his hammer throwing him off his own feet. He quickly scrambled to regain his footing. The stranger lay on the ground in a crumpled heap, and the Agewatcher approached, his footsteps heavy and certain. The man sobbed, and Kurma smiled grimly, satisfied that he had brought vengeance upon the terrorist. "Do you surrender, vandal? Or shall I force your body back into the earth, where it belongs?" |
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| Arnor | Sat Dec 31, 2011 6:12 am Post #7 |
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Arnor tried to push himself off of the ground despite the heavy amounts of pain radiating from the midsection of his body. He pulled himself up using the tree he crashed against as a brace. His body was bent in an odd position. He shifted it back to it's rightful place and put his hand against his back. Grunts and whines of pain coming from him every now and again. "I surrender." Arnor said and tried to walk back to the tree to collect his axe and go home. Halfway there he collapsed on the ground. "It hurts so much." He whined as if he was a child talking to his mother. |
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| Kurma | Sat Dec 31, 2011 6:29 am Post #8 |
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The tortoise nodded, lowering his weapon to the ground. "I have brought justice to these woods," he said, his voice low and serious. He approached the stranger, who, after his axe was out of his hands, seemed almost like a pitiful child. "You put up a rigorous battle, friend," the Agewatcher said, his tone suddenly benevolent. "And I'm glad you have seen the err of your ways." The great tortoise extended his hand to the stranger, who only moments ago had been a target for extermination. The man still sniffled and grunted as he tried to move, and Kurma winced. While he had been a rather destructive part of nature, the man was still a part of nature, and he felt guilty for causing him grief. "Allow me to collect your axe for you," Kurma offered, "so long as your promise not to use it for the evils of lumberjackery, for it is a vile and sinful profession." |
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| Arnor | Sat Dec 31, 2011 6:36 am Post #9 |
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Arnor grabbed the turtle's hand and pulled himself up. "Is it?" He mused and limped over to the tree he came from. He leaned against it and slid down into a sitting position. He thought about it all for a little bit, it was hard to grasp how it could be evil. "Maybe I should be a Coal Miner instead..." He suggested to himself and cradled his chin with his hand in contemplation. |
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| Kurma | Sun Jan 8, 2012 7:51 am Post #10 |
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Kurma sighed, nearly prepared to get into a rant about the evils of coal mining, a trade which was nearly as destructive of nature as treecutting, but something interrupted his train of thought. The creaking of wood nearby, as if the bough of a tree was being twisted, slowly, gently, and screaming in protest. The tortoise's muddy eyes narrowed as he looked this way and that, searching for the source of the noise. Before he could complete his scan of the wood, two trees suddenly ripped themselves out of the ground, their roots like tentacles on the forest floor, their branches like enormous, lanky arms. Faces appeared on their trunks, one of the faces scarred by the deep gash Arnor's axe had put in it. The other tree had a broken arm; one of its branches had been bent when Arnor struck it, propelled by the force of Kurma's hammer. "Stranger, I believe the woods are unhappy with us." |
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| Arnor | Sun Jan 8, 2012 8:21 am Post #11 |
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Arnor jumped away when the tree he was leaning against got up and seemed to have animated itself. He got as far away from both now moving and angry looking trees as he could, which wasn't very far because he ended up right in the middle of both of them. "Your fault." He commented and put his fists up ready to defend himself from the evil bark that was coming to kill them. |
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| Kurma | Sun Jan 8, 2012 8:33 am Post #12 |
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"Fool," Kurma said, picking up the man's axe from the ground and tossing it, rather gracelessly, to Arnor's feet. "I know I told you not to use this axe for woodcutting anymore, but I believe this desperate times call for desperate measures." Kurma brandished his hammers with bravado, his eyes set on the living plantlife as tendrils of roots burst from the ground, threatening to ensnare both of them. With a mighty heave, the Agewatcher loosed the hammer from his left hand, tossing it in an overhand throw, directly at the first tree, the one with the deep gouge in its trunk. Spinning end-over-end, the hammer sailed through the air before connecting hard with the tree, sending splinters of bark and a cloud of sawdust flying. The sound of the trunk cracking was heard as the blow hit, but the tree was unyielding, it trunk refusing to shatter. With sheer force of will, Kurma called his weapon back, and the hammer dragged itself through the dirt towards him, presenting its hilt for the tortoise to collect from the ground. |
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| Arnor | Sun Jan 8, 2012 8:38 am Post #13 |
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Arnor scooped up his axe and stood defensively as the trees grew closer. Kurma started to attack one and he decided to focus on the other one. Then an idea came to him, a grand idea. Hearing Kurma's hammer somehow move back to him, Arnor glanced over his shoulder for a second and spun around as fast as he could. He had pulled his axe back and threw it with all of his might. "TOMAHAWK!" He shouted as the axe left his hand. It spun through the air before clattering against the trunk of the enemy near harmlessly. |
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| Kurma | Sun Jan 8, 2012 8:49 am Post #14 |
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Kurma watched as the axe bounced off of the tree harmlessly, and Kurma felt a tinge of pity for the being, for a second time. He hated to say it, but he knew there was only one way Arnor could stand up to the tree beasts. As the tree came nearer Kurma, the tortoise lugged his hammer at the monster once more, this time, keeping the weapon in his hand. The great hammer smacked against the tree trunk, and this time he could have sworn he felt the wood splinter beneath the blow, but again, the tree was unharmed. "You have to be a lumberjack again! It's the only way!" Kurma called to his comrade, still a nameless stranger to him. "The trees are too powerful for my hammers. Only a lumberjack can truly defeat them!" |
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| Arnor | Sun Jan 8, 2012 8:56 am Post #15 |
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Arnor nodded and rushed the tree. He dived on the ground to grab his axe and roll back up. It ended up with him falling on top of his axe. He stilled grabbed it though. As the tree went to stomp on him with it's roots, he rolled away in panic. "I don't know if I can beat them. I've never lumberjacked against moving targets before!" He said and a voice in his head started to ring. "You can do it." He didn't recognise the voice at all but he nodded with renewed determination. These trees will be firewood! He charged the tree and ducked under one of it's swinging branches. He swung the axe forward with his charge and hit the blade right into one of the Root Legs of the tree. It cut through it and the tree fell over, knocking into the other tree and taking that one with it. |
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