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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I will try, but I can't guarantee. I've been plagued with headache for the last days and with lots and lots and lots of overtime hours for the last two weeks and am struggling to get to the usual level of RPing at this point. Sorry. @POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

No, it's everyone. I probably won't have a chance to check if this reply will actually reach the thread.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I don't mind the wait, however I can also see the concerns of @The Fated Fallen. I guess that depends on the actual implementation of character introduction :) @POOHEAD189

Descent into chaos

Ferthyr had sought refuge in a densely populated treetop, moving in the wind as was the entire plant. Not without a considerable amount of anxiety and inner tension he watched the scenario unfold far beneath him. It seemed that his companion had the intend to roll up the little caravan from behind -- admittingly probably the best thing he could do given the situation. In his eyes he was doing so quite efficiently, quickly assassinating two of the men before the other could even start paying attention to him.

It was at this point that Ferthyr started charging the spell. Magic was piling up in his more human looking hand and what had started as a three-dimensional spot of swirling air had developed into a fireball scorching the leaves above it once Bardeck started moving backwards, ready to defend himself. Hopefully he wouldn't be too distracted by what came next, and hopefully he himself would aim sufficiently well. His own rapid movements due to his post high up in the tree, the airflow between him and his target, gravity... all factors that had to be taken into account.

Bardeck would feel his hair move in an unexpected way and a massive surge of thermal radiation move rapidly well over his head. The blast splat onto the ground about a dozen yards away from him, tossing up dust and gravel and turning green grass into blackened remnants. One couldn't say the same for the two much more massive and more protective men it was intended to hurt, but there were severe burns in their faces that caused intense pain along with the fact that the blast wave had disrupted their rapid walk towards Bardeck, bringing them into not so comfortable contact with the ground below. Noses were bleeding and heads shaken in disorientation. The billowing cloud of dust and smoke brought with it the smell of burnt hair and skin as well as a loud scream from the one that had been closest to the epicentre.

Ferthyr could foresee that this most likely had been the first and last opportunity for him to do what he had just done. Those who could still fight, followed by those who could do so after some recovery, would be much closer to his companion the next time. There was no need to keep silence anymore, so he wasn't hesitant to dig his claws into the trees bark in order to slow his vertical descent. He started running towards Bardeck's position as fast as he could, although that wasn't very fast at all.

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I'm very intrigued by this. Are there any other constraints on characters apart from -- of course -- the usual rules and that they have to originate from the fantasy world and be humans? @Mokley

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I find it very nice how you constantly invent new names for An-Hasst, folks! Skewloy, half-ogre...

Maybe next time I should make a half-ogre XD

Keep up the good job! :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

"Rest ?" While it had been a hard job, An-Hasst found himself hardly out of breath. However the fraction of his body signaling him that treatment was required had increased with very uncomforting significance. "Are you sure ?" His eyes virtually tried to nail the dwarf they all had bascially put their full trust in. The left tunnel would not have the Skayleigh's own decision given the fact that the drow, if they actually did dwell here, suspectedly were coming from the right. Heading into the same direction as one's enemy with only a more or less large gap separting them never felt particularly good, especially if that gap by now was doomed to become smaller. On the other hand An-Hasst had to admit that he'd have to stop at some point for his own sake or he'd just break down.

"I know it might sound a tad surprising, but I'd be very grateful if someone could take a look at by back. It... doesn't feel well down there." Having said this, An-Hasst picked the nearest stone of sufficient size to sit down and pulled off his humongously large, wood-clad cloak. The material was sturdy enough that it would survive lying on the ground for a while perfectly and its owner had no reason to suspect that any member of their party would take offence at the sight of his upper body being naked.

There indeed was a rather large gash reaching from slightly above his left hip to close proximity of his spine. Its walls already seemed to stick to each other again and there was only very little active bleeding left, but around the wound was a large mess of it -- dried, crusty and last but not least possibly rather ugly. Both somewhat impatiently and somewhat apprehensively An-Hasst focused in on the small hall with the dwarven statues they had come from. At least they'd have a little bit of an advance warning, even if they had good bows...

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Descent into chaos

Ferthyr glanced over towards his bulky friend, compiling what he had proposed. Still the first thing he could come up with was another humble begging for... well... not mercy, but reconsideration. With his usual chesty, but low voice tunneling through the air between them the words "Are you sure you want to pull this off ?" were raised. It dawned upon Ferthyr that the answer could only be much more affirmative than he honestly, though in silence, was hoping for.

"It's damn risky... I think that the element of surprise is our only chance. You're better at taking people out silently than me I guess, so I think you'll have to go ahead." Ferthyr raised his head, looking at the line of trees that was separating them from their moving target. "If I start off from a greater height I could move much faster for the initial phase of the fight by gliding from tree to tree. Also I'd be safe from any melee attackers and have many leaves to obstruct the vision of those that aren't using swords on my side. If they spot me up in the treetops they'll have less eyes for the ground and given my appearance they probably won't suspect that there's a human around and on their attacker's side."

Ferthyr didn't stand while waiting for Bardeck's answer, but got moving right away and approached one of the massive trunks. "I hope they don't hear this..." and his one hand that was riddled with claws was slammed into the tree's bark. It wasn't exactly elegant how Ferthyr was climbing, but at least it appeared that he could defeat gravity. "It won't take long until I'll hit the ground again. If you have any better suggestions I'd be happy to hear them now." Last but not least the men were still on the move. If they'd wait to long this tree would be too far away to be of any use.

"Say... can you fight from horseback on tight corners ? If I am to attack first you don't need to go in slowly I'd guess, but do it with speed and power. Those steeds can barely carry me but I guess you are considerably lighter ?"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189 I've exchanged the third paragraph of my post for this one:

Hider

A stairway. Given that they had travelled over a somewhat dilapidated looking bridge that could very well have offered all of them a quick death by gravity-induced high-speed impact and had just witnessed the glory of a dwarven smithy surrounded by angry lava this almost human-made looking commodity was nothing the Skayleigh would have had expected. The question was... where did it go ? In an act of selfish curiosity, An-Hasst didn't hesitate to try and find out how well the stairs could handle his giant feet and got going, not delivering any explicit callout to his comrades about what he was doing.