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Old and beaten hat, don't take anything I say to heart because it only rarely comes from my own. Been waving around this RP stick for 12+ years, and if there's one thing I've learned it's that keeping things interesting is top dog. I'll take a character who is interesting and challenging for both me and the plot over the same group of misfit archetypes any day of the week. Plots follow the same rules. Unless it breaks the mold somehow, I'm just not that into it.
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Gareth was anticipating the assault, and ready for it. As the prince lunged forward, he swung his the flat side of his sword around in a sweeping motion with the intent of knocking the prince down and, at worst, knocking him out or breaking bones. Like hitting a baseball with a bat, the action should send him sprawling. Gareth was not holding back when it came to the force of his swings.
"I respect your furor, man, but this won't end well for you!"
If this were one-on-one combat, Gareth wouldn't have minded handing the other man a weapon. But this was less like a duel and more like an obstacle. And he had to keep at least one eye on the prize here. While he was significantly better armed, Gareth's focus was severely handicapped. On one hand, he had to watch out for sneak attacks from Namyna - after all, he was conscious of the knives that were peppered lightly around the room - but needing to worry about that meant that he couldn't let his attention slip from anything. It was a taxing experience, when it could have been so easy. Gareth cursed his mistake and his misfortune. Should have just knocked the girl out... Don't underestimate royalty in a castle, I suppose. It was a lesson hard learned.
"I respect your furor, man, but this won't end well for you!"
If this were one-on-one combat, Gareth wouldn't have minded handing the other man a weapon. But this was less like a duel and more like an obstacle. And he had to keep at least one eye on the prize here. While he was significantly better armed, Gareth's focus was severely handicapped. On one hand, he had to watch out for sneak attacks from Namyna - after all, he was conscious of the knives that were peppered lightly around the room - but needing to worry about that meant that he couldn't let his attention slip from anything. It was a taxing experience, when it could have been so easy. Gareth cursed his mistake and his misfortune. Should have just knocked the girl out... Don't underestimate royalty in a castle, I suppose. It was a lesson hard learned.
Writing up my response now. I don't think there's any way out of GMing this, so I'm just gonna try and do it with as little as possible @_@
Feel free to ask me to change anything once it's up. I don't want to imply that anything I write is final if it involves your characters, after all. Just trying to get something down on paper first.
Feel free to ask me to change anything once it's up. I don't want to imply that anything I write is final if it involves your characters, after all. Just trying to get something down on paper first.
Damn. I was so close to getting out of this clean. Nothing is ever that easy.
Wiping his free hand wearily down his face, Gareth sighed. "Alright, kids. I'm short on time and short on patience. If you can't come to an agreement nicely, then I have to make the decision for you. Young Prince, if you think that you can keep me busy long enough for your sister to escape, you're making a mistake. But... if you insist on trying to fight me, well," he turned to Namyna before continuing, "it might do the lady well to stick around and make sure I don't do any lasting harm. Broken bones and a cracked skull is no joke, I hope you know. You probably don't believe me, but I really don't want to hurt you any more than I have to."
As his second hand returned to its place on his sword, Gareth bent his knees, ready to pursue Namyna if she tried to flee, while simultaneously preparing to deal with Brelan if he charged forward. Of course, the former was his priority, and he was confident in his size, enough to bowl the prince over if it turned out that he had to chase the princess. In this low stance, Gareth began slowly advancing forward. His goal was to separate the two siblings if possible, or at least to get within arm's reach of Namyna. If he had to incapacitate the both of them, he could, but either way, it was clear that he needed to get out sooner rather than later. If they wouldn't act, he would force their hand. And if they did act, he would react. It hardly mattered which came first.
Wiping his free hand wearily down his face, Gareth sighed. "Alright, kids. I'm short on time and short on patience. If you can't come to an agreement nicely, then I have to make the decision for you. Young Prince, if you think that you can keep me busy long enough for your sister to escape, you're making a mistake. But... if you insist on trying to fight me, well," he turned to Namyna before continuing, "it might do the lady well to stick around and make sure I don't do any lasting harm. Broken bones and a cracked skull is no joke, I hope you know. You probably don't believe me, but I really don't want to hurt you any more than I have to."
As his second hand returned to its place on his sword, Gareth bent his knees, ready to pursue Namyna if she tried to flee, while simultaneously preparing to deal with Brelan if he charged forward. Of course, the former was his priority, and he was confident in his size, enough to bowl the prince over if it turned out that he had to chase the princess. In this low stance, Gareth began slowly advancing forward. His goal was to separate the two siblings if possible, or at least to get within arm's reach of Namyna. If he had to incapacitate the both of them, he could, but either way, it was clear that he needed to get out sooner rather than later. If they wouldn't act, he would force their hand. And if they did act, he would react. It hardly mattered which came first.
Heh, never gotta feel bad about that. I don't mind if you take actions for me as long as it makes for a good, smooth story. You'll never hear me complain about that unless you've done something weird and totally out of character for him. Take as many liberties as you want as long as it's cool :p
I'll be getting one more post in before I leave for work.
I'll be getting one more post in before I leave for work.
Oho, first OOC post goes to me~
Just wanted to let you know that I'm working tonight so I probably won't be able to post til tomorrow. So no rush or anything.
Just wanted to let you know that I'm working tonight so I probably won't be able to post til tomorrow. So no rush or anything.
Nobility's pretty shrewd, after all :p
Gareth took one hand off of his sword, stroking his chin in contemplation. He was glad to see that the prince did not want to engage in any pointless fights. He had no idea how competant the noble was at fighting, but unarmed and unarmored, such a thing would be a death sentence even if he was a grandmaster.
The man's fortitude and decision-making was commendable as well, Gareth had to give him that. It's true that I would probably get a fat purse for his ransom... Weighing that against what he was promised, he came to a firm conclusion. That wasn't good enough. He came for the girl, he would leave with the girl. But he couldn't just come out and say that, either. The chips were still on the table and he still held the advantage. If things were to go as cleanly as possible, he should be able to press his advantage a little further.
"I appreciate your offer, young Prince, but you should know that my initial target was the lady here. I could settle for you but..." He trailed off, leaving the end of his sentence hanging in the air.
"It's a rough world out there. I can't guarantee your safety if you come with me. And if we get mobbed by wolves, and I can't protect you, what will Afaede do without their future king? Perhaps you should consider the grand scheme a little more carefully.
"If, however, I leave with Princess Namyna, as was initially planned, my own head rests on her safety. She won't come to any serious harm, 'least before I do. I'm no politician, but if you ask me, it would be best for your kingdom if my plan goes off without a hitch, and you let me tie you up to that pillar there for the night."
As he finished speaking to Brelan, Gareth turned his head to face the Princess for what was, hopefully, the last nail in his plans. "Maybe you see reason, Princess? I don't have reason to hurt your brother if you come with me."
The man's fortitude and decision-making was commendable as well, Gareth had to give him that. It's true that I would probably get a fat purse for his ransom... Weighing that against what he was promised, he came to a firm conclusion. That wasn't good enough. He came for the girl, he would leave with the girl. But he couldn't just come out and say that, either. The chips were still on the table and he still held the advantage. If things were to go as cleanly as possible, he should be able to press his advantage a little further.
"I appreciate your offer, young Prince, but you should know that my initial target was the lady here. I could settle for you but..." He trailed off, leaving the end of his sentence hanging in the air.
"It's a rough world out there. I can't guarantee your safety if you come with me. And if we get mobbed by wolves, and I can't protect you, what will Afaede do without their future king? Perhaps you should consider the grand scheme a little more carefully.
"If, however, I leave with Princess Namyna, as was initially planned, my own head rests on her safety. She won't come to any serious harm, 'least before I do. I'm no politician, but if you ask me, it would be best for your kingdom if my plan goes off without a hitch, and you let me tie you up to that pillar there for the night."
As he finished speaking to Brelan, Gareth turned his head to face the Princess for what was, hopefully, the last nail in his plans. "Maybe you see reason, Princess? I don't have reason to hurt your brother if you come with me."
Nothing was ever easy, was it?
The prince's voice echoed down the hallway as Gareth's target stumbled to the ground. If he were an assassin, it would be time to flee already. These were the first pair of unwanted eyes to catch sight of him tonight, and already it was one pair too many. He could escape now before the other man got too close, but keeping his identity a secret was not the priority here. What was a priority was the girl, and fortunately for him, it seemed like she might have unwittingly revealed an achilles heel. As she bared her teeth to him, she may as well have been baring her neck at the same time. What was important was not that he get in and out unseen. The only important thing was that he was to leave with the girl. And if she cared what happened to her brother, she wouldn't leave the two men alone.
After he finished his quick analysis, Gareth placed his second hand on his sword in a fighting stance. He waited for the prince to draw closer before speaking again.
"Welcome, Prince Brelan, to our little quarrel. I'm not a man for words, so I'll keep this short. Unless you've brought your whole army with you, there's only two people walking out of this room tonight. I'll let the two of you decide who's leaving with me. Whoever's left behind gets gagged and tied to a post. Or killed, for all I care." Gareth shrugged casually. "It's up to you. But now that you're here, if you try to run... well, just don't try to run, alright? Make good life choices."
Gareth's expression might as well have been carved from marble, his gaze remained measured and fixed on the two siblings. Saying he would kill either of them... well, it was a bluff, but one that should be impossible to discern from their position. It was true, however, that he was ready to spring back into chase if either of the two attempted to flee and call for backup. This wasn't like before, he wouldn't be caught off guard again.
The prince's voice echoed down the hallway as Gareth's target stumbled to the ground. If he were an assassin, it would be time to flee already. These were the first pair of unwanted eyes to catch sight of him tonight, and already it was one pair too many. He could escape now before the other man got too close, but keeping his identity a secret was not the priority here. What was a priority was the girl, and fortunately for him, it seemed like she might have unwittingly revealed an achilles heel. As she bared her teeth to him, she may as well have been baring her neck at the same time. What was important was not that he get in and out unseen. The only important thing was that he was to leave with the girl. And if she cared what happened to her brother, she wouldn't leave the two men alone.
After he finished his quick analysis, Gareth placed his second hand on his sword in a fighting stance. He waited for the prince to draw closer before speaking again.
"Welcome, Prince Brelan, to our little quarrel. I'm not a man for words, so I'll keep this short. Unless you've brought your whole army with you, there's only two people walking out of this room tonight. I'll let the two of you decide who's leaving with me. Whoever's left behind gets gagged and tied to a post. Or killed, for all I care." Gareth shrugged casually. "It's up to you. But now that you're here, if you try to run... well, just don't try to run, alright? Make good life choices."
Gareth's expression might as well have been carved from marble, his gaze remained measured and fixed on the two siblings. Saying he would kill either of them... well, it was a bluff, but one that should be impossible to discern from their position. It was true, however, that he was ready to spring back into chase if either of the two attempted to flee and call for backup. This wasn't like before, he wouldn't be caught off guard again.
Gareth felt the elbow aimed to his chest, and the hand that grabbed his wrist. There was no harm done, being that she was unarmed and he was in full leather gear (he had left his plate back at his makeshift camp.) However, it did surprise him. He was expecting a scream, or even a fight, and was prepared to knock her out with the pommel of his sword if she resisted, but what he didn't expect was for her to be so damned fast!
"Ugh, pain in my-" he cut himself off as he wheeled around, giving chase to her fleeing form. He could outrun her, he was confident, but she was raising quite a ruckus. There was only so far she could get in the palace before somebody heard her. Gareth needed to be fast. Luckily, he was as quick to think as he was on his feet. He'd brought a belt of small knives, just four of them strapped to his waist. He would need to be careful, but if he could aim his shots just right... while he was running, no less...
His first throw sailed wide over her head. He would be surprised if she even noticed it, it was so poor a miss. But the second and third were much closer. The second throw had embedded itself slightly within one of the stone pillars that were spread through the hallway; the third knife landed right where he wanted, where the hem of her formal dress touched the floor. It wouldn't be a firm anchor by any means, but it might throw her off balance and slow her flight. He kept his fourth knife on his person just in case, but at least one of the knives had done their proper job. and if the princess was fearful at all of warning shots, she might even stop running entirely.
Well, maybe that last bit is too much to hope for.
The time for negotiations was probably past, so after he had confirmed the last hit, Gareth unsheathed his sword, and old and weathered affair, while closing the distance between himself and the princess. If she wouldn't bend to reason, she would have to bend to steel. And if she continued making noise, he would have to resort to unfortunate measures.
"Ugh, pain in my-" he cut himself off as he wheeled around, giving chase to her fleeing form. He could outrun her, he was confident, but she was raising quite a ruckus. There was only so far she could get in the palace before somebody heard her. Gareth needed to be fast. Luckily, he was as quick to think as he was on his feet. He'd brought a belt of small knives, just four of them strapped to his waist. He would need to be careful, but if he could aim his shots just right... while he was running, no less...
His first throw sailed wide over her head. He would be surprised if she even noticed it, it was so poor a miss. But the second and third were much closer. The second throw had embedded itself slightly within one of the stone pillars that were spread through the hallway; the third knife landed right where he wanted, where the hem of her formal dress touched the floor. It wouldn't be a firm anchor by any means, but it might throw her off balance and slow her flight. He kept his fourth knife on his person just in case, but at least one of the knives had done their proper job. and if the princess was fearful at all of warning shots, she might even stop running entirely.
Well, maybe that last bit is too much to hope for.
The time for negotiations was probably past, so after he had confirmed the last hit, Gareth unsheathed his sword, and old and weathered affair, while closing the distance between himself and the princess. If she wouldn't bend to reason, she would have to bend to steel. And if she continued making noise, he would have to resort to unfortunate measures.
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