Gordoth

Getting my face beaten in by Lana/Beating Lana's face in

As soon as the orcish woman made to move backwards, Karaulish knew he had allowed her to attempt something that might end up costing him a lot. However, as the maneuver she was attempting, was most likely going to require a small amount of precision and aiming, as one cannot simply poke with a spear and expect to stab the opponent in the location sought after by the one poking.

Without missing a moment to act, the old warrior swiftly pivoted on his left leg, the rotation making him turn his back to the orc for half a second, leading his right leg to rotate at one hundred and eighty degrees around his left limb. Without even considering stopping, he pivoted on his right supporting appendage, making a two hundred and thirty degree spin, landing him in a position, facing the orc.

While spinning, his hands would keep moving the swords in wide arcs, remaining a threat for his adversary, if she decided to get up close and personal, while his swift movements allowed him to avoid getting hit by the wolf pelt. He wouldn't stop his rotations or his makeshift advance.

Karaulish would proceed to keep making small rotations around his southernmost leg, while simultaneously with that swinging his swords at varying angles, which would, in turn, allow him to keep moving in a circular fashion around his opponent, at a pace almost as fast as running. He would keep making the angles of the rotations wider and wider, until he found himself close enough to once again threaten the orc with an attack.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

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Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Don't break the axe, take the axe.

Good day, people.

Hello, not good at introductions, I'm Gordoth.
Welcome to the nice guild of roleplayers. I hope you have fun writing stuff here!

Getting my face beaten in by Tojiko/Beating Tojiko's face in

Karaulish observed his opponent's movements, taking note of the precision with which they were executed. He sighed.

With a surprisingly quick maneuver, the old warrior feinted an upwards attack with the spear, while making a small step forwards, in the process raising the weapon a little higher than it had been before, and performed a swing, from right to left, which started out at the level of his adversary's chest and would end at the level of his stomach. The arc of the attack could be incredibly wide, due to the size of the weapon, but Karaulish had control over the tool, and could correct any unwanted movements. By performing this attack, however, he let go of the spear with his left hand, which went to the side of his body.

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Urdal had observed with an exterior of calm as one of the people, who had agreed to work for him, was dragged off by the patron, who had been harassed by the limping priest, and had also turned out to be an ancient being from children's stories, as well as Numenor charging down the stairs and out of the door shortly after the ungodly roar shook the landmass surrounding the tavern.

The patrons were all concerned. So far, the half-elf was glad nothing had happened in the tavern, as they would most likely be asked to pay for damages. However, considering they had went outside and something bad was going on, there might be damages to pay for nonetheless. Orky just ran past him, into the corridor and out onto the street. Oh well, he was hopeful his newfound, green skinned comrade would stick around, but if he felt like dying, so be it.

The drunken woman, now with a mug of water in front of her, seemed to be the calmest one of those he would end up hiring, in comparison to those outside probably breaking bones and cracking skulls. For a moment he hoped he could sit down next to her and wait it out, but he was too scared to stay still. Nervously, he ran a finger through the gap in his hair. A finger, because if he ran more than one of them through, he'd ruin his immaculate haircut.

He thought about going outside and bringing his comrades back in. Considering three out of four were there, and one, who was most likely not completely hooked on joining still, was in the tavern, it would be more leader-like to go out and deal with the issue. But his feet just would not go there. The big, demonic being was still standing there, horns grinding against the ceiling. Urdal figured that such a big guy would come out as imposing... Maybe usher some fear into them... Although anything the red and black man could do was probably not as scary when put up against the deafening roar.

"Hey... You lookin' for a job?" Asked Urdal, looking at the demon.

Gurr'Kha - The Dead World

Yes. We are still accepting.@A Lowly Wretch

Getting my face beaten in by Lana/Beating Lana's face in

The old warrior stopped moving his feet as his right hand moved down to his belt to grab a hold of the second sword, observing the orcish woman as she backed away. With both swords now in his hands, he took a stance, with legs at two feet apart, left hand holding the sword pointed a bit further ahead than the sword in the right hand. And then he started walking.

At first, he was truly just walking. He made one step, after which he changed the way he moved. Instead of simply walking, he placed one leg in front of the other and pivoted on the limb located in front, at one hundred and eighty degrees, which resulted in his left foot now being in front of his right foot. Whilst rotating, he moved his hands as if he had swung upwards with both weapons, finishing the rotation with the swords above his head.

He then pivoted on his left leg, one hundred and eighty degrees, moving face first towards the orcish woman, this time bringing the swords downwards in a diagonal arc. If this attack landed, it would cut into her left shoulder and lead down towards her chest.

Getting my face beaten in by Lana/Beating Lana's face in

An unexpected turn of events, he realized, as it turned out she had not been pierced by the tip of the spear. As he was in the progress of pushing the spear towards her with the palm of his right hand, and only using his left as a makeshift shaft for the hilt to go through, the old warrior was able to avoid getting pulled into the melee range the orcish woman most likely craved. Knowing he was not out of danger, he pivoted around his right leg, performing a controlled rotation, moving his body, and, as a result, his head. As his right leg was further behind his left leg, he would, naturally, end up further away from the orc, and would avoid any incoming attack. Pivoting on his right leg would also allow him to avoid getting struck by the spear's handle, which was flying in an arc around the right side of the woman, and could strike him if he had opted to pivot around his left leg.

Whilst performing the rotation, his right hand, outstretched as it had been about to push, but had nothing to push, would stay like that, so as to keep him balanced, while his left hand would dart for the sword on his right side. Upon completing the pivot, Karaulish expected to have turned at ninety degrees to his left, at which point he would proceed to pivot around his left leg, now further away from Olga in comparison to his right leg. During the second pivot, he would be executing an upward-sideways swing with the sword which would be in the process of being drawn, but as it had no sheath it was effectively always drawn, and only needed to break through the thin leather strap holding it onto his belt, which had the same button mechanism as the strap on his back, meant for his spear, meaning it would take a small amount of force, almost minuscule, to set the weapon free.

If his enemy did not evade this attack it would cut into the front of her left thigh and go on to shred through her stomach.

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"Err... Of course, it will cure your lethargy, whatever that is!" Proclaimed Urdal, realizing that he had actually invited the scary drunkard into the forming party. This was not pleasant. The fact that the priest with a limp was bothering one of the patrons at the bar was even less pleasant. Orky was there though, and so far Orky had only helped the half-elf, meaning the green fellow would diffuse the situation if it started growing dire.

The surprising thing was that Orky was trying to diffuse the situation involving the drunken woman asking for a job as well. What a priceless comrade, to do the work of the leader in his stead! Numenor was still a little lacking in presence though. The half-elf figured he'd let the drunken servant of the god of the Field, whoever that was, know where they were headed.

"You see, miss, we are going north. To find some stuff." He added, figuring this was far more information than the half dead from alcohol poisoning woman could take, and tried to lean against the wall to find some comfort in dealing with the recruitment. While doing this, his eyes spotted a huge, red and black thing with horns grinding against the ceiling. A gasp escaped Urdal's lips as his eyes widened at the sight.

So there would be more things that happened. A demonic servant of whatever hellish ruler ruled the burning Hells had come to slay all clerics, priests and paladins who had lost their powers... But hadn't the rulers of Hell also died? Were they not also treated as Gods by many humans? Suddenly the fear from the towering thing subsided, and rational thought made its way to Urdal's head once more. Most likely another patron for the tavern. Wanted to get drunk instead of mourning his lost masters!