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SERGEI STRONG.
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SERGEI STRONG.
@Zetsuko
Actually it's highly unlikely we'd face more than the twenty-five we already have. Remember, it's only been a few hours in-game. This means that all the King knows is that the princess is missing. Now, even though we know she's stumbled upon a band of lovable misfits, the King does not, and it is not wise to send out your entire army to catch one person.
So, what would he likely do? Lock down the gates, make sure the night guards are on alert, and take extra care to ID elves. Depending on desperation, he may bar elves from entering or exiting the city altogether.
As for the actual search, it is again, unwise to have your entire royal guard to leave the castle (and king they're devoted to guarding) to capture one person. It's more practical to send a small squad of 5-10 men, particularly skilled trackers, and including a mage to counter the Princess's own magic. We'll bump that up to 20-25 men at arms and 3 mages since they probably suspect Avad's defected by now. And let's not forget Wledric, the head honcho himself. The guard captain should be able to capture a runaway quietly and quickly, with only a small squardon.
Actually it's highly unlikely we'd face more than the twenty-five we already have. Remember, it's only been a few hours in-game. This means that all the King knows is that the princess is missing. Now, even though we know she's stumbled upon a band of lovable misfits, the King does not, and it is not wise to send out your entire army to catch one person.
So, what would he likely do? Lock down the gates, make sure the night guards are on alert, and take extra care to ID elves. Depending on desperation, he may bar elves from entering or exiting the city altogether.
As for the actual search, it is again, unwise to have your entire royal guard to leave the castle (and king they're devoted to guarding) to capture one person. It's more practical to send a small squad of 5-10 men, particularly skilled trackers, and including a mage to counter the Princess's own magic. We'll bump that up to 20-25 men at arms and 3 mages since they probably suspect Avad's defected by now. And let's not forget Wledric, the head honcho himself. The guard captain should be able to capture a runaway quietly and quickly, with only a small squardon.
But if Stephanie leaves the cart, what will she sell?
Sergei whistled as a blast of lightning rocketed past his ear, knocking the guards to the ground as it fried their flesh and stopped their hearts. He let out a low, cruel laugh, wishing he'd taken the time to outfit his own armies with something so hideous. Still, the trio of mages still stood. Sergei yanked out his war sword, lifting the stained, heavy blade above his head.
Spittle flew from his teeth as he dashed through. Three, wearing robes befitting mages; wizards needn't have heavy armor to throw off their arm movements or risk conducting magical energies and causing blowback. On the other hand, they provided zero protection from a blade or mace. One of the two lower ranked mages tossed out a fireball, which Sergei swatted with his sword, deflecting it to the side. He brought it down into the first, cleaving through the collarbone and lodging it in her ribcage.
"A woman?!" Sergei spat in shock. There was no time to think about such things, however. He let go of his sword and, as the first mage crumpled, launched a ferocious haymaker towards the other firemage's jaw, stunning him. This gave him the few seconds he needed to dislodge his sword, using his boot for leverage.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!" he laughed, thrusting it through Erin's gut. He spun around, maneuvering him between himself and the third mage, some ice wizard. Sergei's veins bulged as he lifted the mage into the air, screaming, and ran forth. The body served as a sufficient shield from a flurry of ice needles until the last few feet, when Sergei lifted him into the air, and threw the body off his sword, knocking Anton to the ground.
With the last pinned down by the body of his former comrade, Sergei had ample opportunity to deliver the coup de grace, a mighty chop that cleaved through the High Battlemage's skull.
Now covered in wizard blood and thoroughly satisfied that he'd killed the enemy, Sergei ran his fingers through his hair. He'd have to find a nice way to present the bodies later. For now, he turned back to the house, and pointed his sword at the platform Wledric still stood on.
"Your men are almost as weak as you are, and now they're dead! I've taken pity, so here are my terms: throw down your weapons and come down, and I'll grant you a quick death. But if I have to come up there, I'll splatter your pieces up and down this courtyard!"
Spittle flew from his teeth as he dashed through. Three, wearing robes befitting mages; wizards needn't have heavy armor to throw off their arm movements or risk conducting magical energies and causing blowback. On the other hand, they provided zero protection from a blade or mace. One of the two lower ranked mages tossed out a fireball, which Sergei swatted with his sword, deflecting it to the side. He brought it down into the first, cleaving through the collarbone and lodging it in her ribcage.
"A woman?!" Sergei spat in shock. There was no time to think about such things, however. He let go of his sword and, as the first mage crumpled, launched a ferocious haymaker towards the other firemage's jaw, stunning him. This gave him the few seconds he needed to dislodge his sword, using his boot for leverage.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!" he laughed, thrusting it through Erin's gut. He spun around, maneuvering him between himself and the third mage, some ice wizard. Sergei's veins bulged as he lifted the mage into the air, screaming, and ran forth. The body served as a sufficient shield from a flurry of ice needles until the last few feet, when Sergei lifted him into the air, and threw the body off his sword, knocking Anton to the ground.
With the last pinned down by the body of his former comrade, Sergei had ample opportunity to deliver the coup de grace, a mighty chop that cleaved through the High Battlemage's skull.
Now covered in wizard blood and thoroughly satisfied that he'd killed the enemy, Sergei ran his fingers through his hair. He'd have to find a nice way to present the bodies later. For now, he turned back to the house, and pointed his sword at the platform Wledric still stood on.
"Your men are almost as weak as you are, and now they're dead! I've taken pity, so here are my terms: throw down your weapons and come down, and I'll grant you a quick death. But if I have to come up there, I'll splatter your pieces up and down this courtyard!"
That still doesn't stop the firebomb that got tossed directly into the crowd, which would scatter and ignite the lot. Also if Wledric's image is any indicator, the only cloth parts of the guards' armor would be a cotton gambeson under their plates, which would take too long to just yank off. Otherwise you have most of your guardsmen stripping down naked.
Also, spears can't serve as lightning rods if you're holding onto them. The electricity can just run through and get them anyways; that's why you don't get under a tree during a thunder storm.
Also, spears can't serve as lightning rods if you're holding onto them. The electricity can just run through and get them anyways; that's why you don't get under a tree during a thunder storm.
My problem is that it was a really cheap no-sell.
You more or less ignored the fact that oil is rather difficult to extinguish and would soak through cloth, especially since Sergei doused them before actually throwing the molotov.
And when Lemon started casting lightning bolts, you didn't even do some sort of clever counter-spell, it boiled down to "No there are other mages and it doesn't work."
So between me and him their numbers should have thinned out rather nicely, all things considered.
You more or less ignored the fact that oil is rather difficult to extinguish and would soak through cloth, especially since Sergei doused them before actually throwing the molotov.
And when Lemon started casting lightning bolts, you didn't even do some sort of clever counter-spell, it boiled down to "No there are other mages and it doesn't work."
So between me and him their numbers should have thinned out rather nicely, all things considered.
Sergei swore under his breath, cursing the guards, the king, the princess who'd brought them here, and whatever god he'd pissed off that day. He wanted to nurse his beer and listen to that knife-ear sing some more.
Fortunately, however, the guards were funneling and Sergei was sober. He began to devise an appropriately cruel plan.
"Elf, I've need of two more things. After that, take your cart somewhere safe from their spears." he threw another gold coin at her, to pay for the wares.
As the guards began to bang on the gate, he lifted the hem of his surcoat to his teeth and tore off a strip, messily poking it into his glass flask of whiskey.
The knight hefted his hastily made molotov, and circled around to the other side of the wagon. He reached in, and pulled out his next purchase: a large cask of lantern oil. A devilish smile split his cheeks as he took his dagger, and jabbed several holes in the small barrel's lid. Next, he hefted it in one arm, and slung it at the gate. The iron bars broke the wooden cask, splattering the black fluid on the guards outside as the lock threatened to give way to their ram.
Sergei took a lantern from the cart, and gently lit it, then used it to start his molotov.
"Hey, you lot ever take a castle?" he asked giddily. "It's a test of endurance. When you greenhorns jump the gun and charge straightaway, it never turns out well."
When the gate slammed open, and the knights broke through, he hurled the molotov like a fastball at the group, setting the oil ablaze.
Fortunately, however, the guards were funneling and Sergei was sober. He began to devise an appropriately cruel plan.
"Elf, I've need of two more things. After that, take your cart somewhere safe from their spears." he threw another gold coin at her, to pay for the wares.
As the guards began to bang on the gate, he lifted the hem of his surcoat to his teeth and tore off a strip, messily poking it into his glass flask of whiskey.
The knight hefted his hastily made molotov, and circled around to the other side of the wagon. He reached in, and pulled out his next purchase: a large cask of lantern oil. A devilish smile split his cheeks as he took his dagger, and jabbed several holes in the small barrel's lid. Next, he hefted it in one arm, and slung it at the gate. The iron bars broke the wooden cask, splattering the black fluid on the guards outside as the lock threatened to give way to their ram.
Sergei took a lantern from the cart, and gently lit it, then used it to start his molotov.
"Hey, you lot ever take a castle?" he asked giddily. "It's a test of endurance. When you greenhorns jump the gun and charge straightaway, it never turns out well."
When the gate slammed open, and the knights broke through, he hurled the molotov like a fastball at the group, setting the oil ablaze.
"Hmmmmm..." Sergei took another swig, before wiping what spilled out his cheek-hole. The first thing that crossed his mind was to ask for a story singing his praises, but that was rather impossible. Besides, Sergei told his war stories the best himself. And the mercenary wasn't quite in the mood for something bawdy, and blanched at romance. He turned the gold coin in his palm.
"Alright, knife-ears. Take this, and sing me a song about soldiers who don't come home." he flipped the coin through the air, aiming towards the elf's bodice.
"Alright, knife-ears. Take this, and sing me a song about soldiers who don't come home." he flipped the coin through the air, aiming towards the elf's bodice.
Man we really suck at guarding places.
"Ech... wine is celebratory. Maybe another day." he tugged open his coin purse with his teeth. The damned wizard only gave him gold and silver pieces.
"Tell you what. A gold for the beer, and tell me a story while you're at it. You're a traveler, so you should be able to tell at least one good story, bard or n-" he stopped himself as he picked up the mug. The merchant had just downed an entire pint in one go.
"You've got quite the throat on you, girl. You might be an entertainer yet."
"Tell you what. A gold for the beer, and tell me a story while you're at it. You're a traveler, so you should be able to tell at least one good story, bard or n-" he stopped himself as he picked up the mug. The merchant had just downed an entire pint in one go.
"You've got quite the throat on you, girl. You might be an entertainer yet."
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