The Slenderman said
your self.. no sorry, i thought you didnt engage the redguard, hey how about kiba and the bard team up
My character's not the one to rush into the midst of battle, that would be difficult :P
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My character's not the one to rush into the midst of battle, that would be difficult :P
Hey, The Slenderman, at least according to my post I did not really need saving, what did you save me from :<
Henry was about to use the single most effective type of self-defense technique: running, as he had no weapon and his spear was and thrown somewhere behind the Redguard warrior. Then he heard a strange sound. The Redguard was still a dozen steps away so Henry dared to looked around. He noticed that a sword was sliding his way. Henry quickly realized that the Dunmer from the prisoner's group kicked the sword towards him. A huge smile crawled up on his face as he ran to take the sword.
"Thanks!" - he shouted - "I owe you one".
Henry thought of this situation as hilarious: "A prince saved a little helpless boy from a brute". And even though the Redguard was still coming his way, the bard started snickering. He suddenly realized that a song perfectly describes the situation he is in at the moment, so he was barely keeping his temper and not laughing out loud.
The Redguard was close, but his two handed maul was a lot longer than the short sword Henry had. Henry decided to simply wear him out, spinning away from his first attack, crouching to avoid the second one and hitting him just below the knee with his sword before rolling away. He heard a roar behind him and figured the Redguard is probably preparing another massive blow, so Henry jumped to his front without looking backwards. Henry heard a thud as the maul hit the ground where he was seconds ago.
"You are not going to give up are you?" Henry said standing and pointing the sword towards the Redguard.
He was wounded in his right leg and his left hand, yet the wounds did not stop him from attacking. Well, or so Henry thought, because after the words the bard said, the Redguard ruthlessly charged, but stumbled when he tried to put the weight on his right leg and moments later he fell clumsily to ground. That was all that Henry could have been waiting for, so without hesitation he has run up to him, jumped on his back and stabbed his sword into the right shoulder of the Redguard, before doing the same with his left shoulder. Now he won't be able to attack with a weapon for sure.
"Sorry, mate, but I am not a killer. I just made sure you wont use your weapons anymore. If you lay here like a nice fellow, maybe no one will notice you and you'll make it through." Henry said silently to him.
After saying that Henry got down from the Redguard's back. Looking around the arena he counted one of the mages, an archer, the big Nord brute laying on the floor, another fighter looked heavily burned from the fight between him and some young Breton girl. An imperial prisoner was pulling out her sword from the back of an Argonian gladiator. He then saw a Khajiit in a pool of blood near an Orc prisoner. The dunmer that kicked Henry a sword also killed 2 people. So Henry counted that about 9 of the yellow gladiators were killed or wounded including the Henry's attacker. Or were there 10? He couldn't tell with so much movement going around. Surprisingly, not a single prisoner was killed. Or at least Henry did not notice.
"It turned out to be a good thing that I was attacked by the yellow team's gladiator."- he mumbled to himself and after a moment started laughing "What a song that will make".
This little pause was enough to allow the bard to catch his breath, so he started defensively looking around in case he's going to get attacked again, trying to avoid the center of the fight.
"Thanks!" - he shouted - "I owe you one".
Henry thought of this situation as hilarious: "A prince saved a little helpless boy from a brute". And even though the Redguard was still coming his way, the bard started snickering. He suddenly realized that a song perfectly describes the situation he is in at the moment, so he was barely keeping his temper and not laughing out loud.
The Redguard was close, but his two handed maul was a lot longer than the short sword Henry had. Henry decided to simply wear him out, spinning away from his first attack, crouching to avoid the second one and hitting him just below the knee with his sword before rolling away. He heard a roar behind him and figured the Redguard is probably preparing another massive blow, so Henry jumped to his front without looking backwards. Henry heard a thud as the maul hit the ground where he was seconds ago.
"You are not going to give up are you?" Henry said standing and pointing the sword towards the Redguard.
He was wounded in his right leg and his left hand, yet the wounds did not stop him from attacking. Well, or so Henry thought, because after the words the bard said, the Redguard ruthlessly charged, but stumbled when he tried to put the weight on his right leg and moments later he fell clumsily to ground. That was all that Henry could have been waiting for, so without hesitation he has run up to him, jumped on his back and stabbed his sword into the right shoulder of the Redguard, before doing the same with his left shoulder. Now he won't be able to attack with a weapon for sure.
"Sorry, mate, but I am not a killer. I just made sure you wont use your weapons anymore. If you lay here like a nice fellow, maybe no one will notice you and you'll make it through." Henry said silently to him.
After saying that Henry got down from the Redguard's back. Looking around the arena he counted one of the mages, an archer, the big Nord brute laying on the floor, another fighter looked heavily burned from the fight between him and some young Breton girl. An imperial prisoner was pulling out her sword from the back of an Argonian gladiator. He then saw a Khajiit in a pool of blood near an Orc prisoner. The dunmer that kicked Henry a sword also killed 2 people. So Henry counted that about 9 of the yellow gladiators were killed or wounded including the Henry's attacker. Or were there 10? He couldn't tell with so much movement going around. Surprisingly, not a single prisoner was killed. Or at least Henry did not notice.
"It turned out to be a good thing that I was attacked by the yellow team's gladiator."- he mumbled to himself and after a moment started laughing "What a song that will make".
This little pause was enough to allow the bard to catch his breath, so he started defensively looking around in case he's going to get attacked again, trying to avoid the center of the fight.
The Slenderman said
who s the bard, kiba kicked a sword t you
That's me!
I'll pick it up, just don't wanna post a one-liner and I wan to wait out until some people post, to get a better perspective of everything that is going on :P
Pathfinder said
Hopefully no ones too upset that I killed the nord, I did make Karnog heavily damaged so I think it works out in the end.
Meh, fine by me, though we could have made him a raid boss :P
As more and more of the prisoners' group ran to the Yellow Team's fighters, Henry looked around. He was a little bit away from the pack, yet no one seemed to notice him. He figured that no one's going to attack him from the back, since someone would have surely done that by now.
There was the other problem. In his travels, Henry never had the need to attack somebody. Only times he used his weapons were when he needed to defend from someone. He wasn't exactly sure at this moment. "Should I attack?" - a thought crossed his mind.
Then he heard the Dunmer of group shout something about attacking the yellow team and Henry couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Remind me not to forget to breathe next time" he said loudly still chortling.
Obviously he let his guard down a bit while he was shouting and chuckling, so the bard almost got hit by a fireball which he somehow managed to avoid by leaning forward. Soon an arrow came his way, fired out by a second archer standing somewhere deeper in the midst of fight, so Henry started running in a round path towards the fighting, in order to not to be a standing target.
Henry tried to use the spear's length to his advantage, so he kept pointing it towards the enemy should someone have charged at him. That proved to be a wise decision on his part, because a heavy armored Redguard separated from the yellow team's group and decided to charge on him, (even though at first he looked as if he was on Henry's side), swinging his two-handed maul. Henry anticipated the first hit and easily avoided it by jumping back. However, before the bard could point the spear end towards the Redguard, he was already too near and all Henry could do not to become a pile of smashed bones was jump and roll away on the ground. He felt the Redguard's maul hacking the air where Henry was seconds ago as he rolled away. Henry ended up about three meters to the side of the attacker. The bard immediately knew that he should take advantage of that, so he charged pointing the spear and thrusting it into his enemy's left arm, just above elbow. Frankly, Henry thought that this hit would impale the Redguard's left arm entirely, however, he could feel that all the spear did was go in until the attacker's bone. The bard felt the Redguard turning, so he jumped away right in time to avoid his punch. Henry had to leave the spear, as it was stuck in the attacker's armor. After missing the punch, the Redguard grunted and fiercely pulled out Henry's weapon from his arm right before snapping it in two and throwing the debris behind him. He then proceeded to pick up his maul which he had thrown away.
"Well, that looks bad" Henry said, seeing that he had no other weapon and slowly backing away from the brute.
There was the other problem. In his travels, Henry never had the need to attack somebody. Only times he used his weapons were when he needed to defend from someone. He wasn't exactly sure at this moment. "Should I attack?" - a thought crossed his mind.
Then he heard the Dunmer of group shout something about attacking the yellow team and Henry couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Remind me not to forget to breathe next time" he said loudly still chortling.
Obviously he let his guard down a bit while he was shouting and chuckling, so the bard almost got hit by a fireball which he somehow managed to avoid by leaning forward. Soon an arrow came his way, fired out by a second archer standing somewhere deeper in the midst of fight, so Henry started running in a round path towards the fighting, in order to not to be a standing target.
Henry tried to use the spear's length to his advantage, so he kept pointing it towards the enemy should someone have charged at him. That proved to be a wise decision on his part, because a heavy armored Redguard separated from the yellow team's group and decided to charge on him, (even though at first he looked as if he was on Henry's side), swinging his two-handed maul. Henry anticipated the first hit and easily avoided it by jumping back. However, before the bard could point the spear end towards the Redguard, he was already too near and all Henry could do not to become a pile of smashed bones was jump and roll away on the ground. He felt the Redguard's maul hacking the air where Henry was seconds ago as he rolled away. Henry ended up about three meters to the side of the attacker. The bard immediately knew that he should take advantage of that, so he charged pointing the spear and thrusting it into his enemy's left arm, just above elbow. Frankly, Henry thought that this hit would impale the Redguard's left arm entirely, however, he could feel that all the spear did was go in until the attacker's bone. The bard felt the Redguard turning, so he jumped away right in time to avoid his punch. Henry had to leave the spear, as it was stuck in the attacker's armor. After missing the punch, the Redguard grunted and fiercely pulled out Henry's weapon from his arm right before snapping it in two and throwing the debris behind him. He then proceeded to pick up his maul which he had thrown away.
"Well, that looks bad" Henry said, seeing that he had no other weapon and slowly backing away from the brute.
Henry was a person who would never be surprised for more than a few heartbeats. He was a person that always had a smile on his face. At least a tiny one. His eyes would always laugh if someone looked at him. After the fight in the bar, after he got captured, he couldn't help but try to hide his laughter. "Sentenced to death for singing daedric songs" - he thought, thinking how hilarious that was.
He was led to the Arena pits a little bit later than everyone else. Almost as the fight was about to start. What he saw there was no fear, no tears. Well, there was this one Breton that seemed rather distant from everyone else. But that was only an impurity in the chemical mixture, that was the atmosphere in the room. It was full of anger. Anyone could sense some rivalry in there too. Also something else. However, there was this one particular feeling here that Henry felt. Stronger than all of the others combined. Certainty. Everyone was too certain in here. Certain of their fate. Certain of their crime. Certain of death.
For that moment, that single moment, Henry's smirk vanished. He looked around the arena pits and quickly took something that reminded him of a spear, though it was more of an overused and broken halberd. Just as he did that, the Arena gates opened and he was about to enter the stage for a performance. "One last performance if the guards are to be believed" - thought Henry as he was ascending the steps, yet he did not believe that.
Inside the Arena Henry's smile crawled up back on his face. The audience was shouting and cheering.
"That's my place, for sure" - he said silently, thinking of the numerous songs he sang during his lifetime to a variety of cultures - "Though this time, the audience is bigger."
After the brief introduction given by the announcer, Henry quickly found himself wondering if these people around him should be considered as allies or as foes. Not wanting to be stabbed in the back, he ran to the side of the Arena right before he heard the the Announcer giving the command to start the battle. Somewhere behind he hear an arrow cut through the air. After spinning his so called spear twice and pointing it towards the center of the Arena, he stood in a fighting position, trying to better understand the situation he got himself into.
He was led to the Arena pits a little bit later than everyone else. Almost as the fight was about to start. What he saw there was no fear, no tears. Well, there was this one Breton that seemed rather distant from everyone else. But that was only an impurity in the chemical mixture, that was the atmosphere in the room. It was full of anger. Anyone could sense some rivalry in there too. Also something else. However, there was this one particular feeling here that Henry felt. Stronger than all of the others combined. Certainty. Everyone was too certain in here. Certain of their fate. Certain of their crime. Certain of death.
For that moment, that single moment, Henry's smirk vanished. He looked around the arena pits and quickly took something that reminded him of a spear, though it was more of an overused and broken halberd. Just as he did that, the Arena gates opened and he was about to enter the stage for a performance. "One last performance if the guards are to be believed" - thought Henry as he was ascending the steps, yet he did not believe that.
Inside the Arena Henry's smile crawled up back on his face. The audience was shouting and cheering.
"That's my place, for sure" - he said silently, thinking of the numerous songs he sang during his lifetime to a variety of cultures - "Though this time, the audience is bigger."
After the brief introduction given by the announcer, Henry quickly found himself wondering if these people around him should be considered as allies or as foes. Not wanting to be stabbed in the back, he ran to the side of the Arena right before he heard the the Announcer giving the command to start the battle. Somewhere behind he hear an arrow cut through the air. After spinning his so called spear twice and pointing it towards the center of the Arena, he stood in a fighting position, trying to better understand the situation he got himself into.
Baconator said
Bwahaha!! the time has come my would be heroes for you to fight… or die. On the Sands. It is a free for all but the Yellow Team is only targeting you. Pick your fights wisely. The 13 that i did not describe i leave to you, The Nord however will be quite difficult in single combat. Heinrich that was also your characters entrance.
Alrighty ^^
Baconator said
Technically no but for the sake of simplicity by all means.
Meh, I'll wait it out until we are officially introduced, It'll be smoother that way :)
Baconator said
All three accepted. Its been a really long day for me so for now I'm going to rest. Tomorrow i'll update the character list and advance the plot in the Arena xP i notice tension is growing and more than a few are itching for a fight.
Hey If you are still here is it alright if we jump in IC, or should we wait until you present us there? :) According to your post there we were not amongst the prisoners that were let out of their cells, were we?
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