What is going on with Ametris anyways, I've kinda been out of the loop.
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Despite a blade being put through his shoulder, the old man Gale was hardier than he looked and it shocked the dwarven bandit. Gale let out a laugh and pulled the dagger out of his shoulder and threw upon the ground, proclaiming, “Ha! You think a dagger can take me out? What are you stupid?! This will teach you to challenge me!” Then a mace came into contact with face of the dwarf, knocking back and making the captain turn tail and try to get away from the madman. No longer wishing to face someone who would fight tooth and nail in an open area such as the burning place of the camp.
However, through one of the burning stockades came the goliath, clad in armor and brandishing his longsword. Cleaving down at the dwarven captain who barely had time to stop the the blade by deflecting it with his own. David had let out a loud battlecry, loud enough to make his ancestors proud and upon hearing it and seeing how they have been outflanked, the remaining bandits dropped their weapons and broke formation, while their captain stood his ground.
“You fools! Get back ‘ere and finish the fight!” He roared, raising his sword to do combat despite being surrounded by this point in the fight.
However, through one of the burning stockades came the goliath, clad in armor and brandishing his longsword. Cleaving down at the dwarven captain who barely had time to stop the the blade by deflecting it with his own. David had let out a loud battlecry, loud enough to make his ancestors proud and upon hearing it and seeing how they have been outflanked, the remaining bandits dropped their weapons and broke formation, while their captain stood his ground.
“You fools! Get back ‘ere and finish the fight!” He roared, raising his sword to do combat despite being surrounded by this point in the fight.
Ladata’s Gang
They were late for the summons of the Supreme Being, Volaris, extremely late. It angered Sagi to no avail and Lexicon was too nonchalant for it, constantly groaning that since it was not Lady Ladata then it was not important for him. However, after a tense standoff between the two in the sacrificial chambers, Xirphi, the roamer that she was, had split the two up by grasping Lexicon with the tendrils that made up her tongues. It was not as if he could fight back either, Xirphi’s personal strength was to great for either Sagi or the child genius to do anything that would be known as damage to her.
Yet, they had arrived and bowed to Volaris, except Lexicon who was too arrogant for his own good. ”Bow, welp,” Xirphi commanded to no response from Lexicon, it angered her but she did not show it. Instead she let loose a tendril to wrap around the child’s neck and slam him face first into the ground, it was not too much strength in that it was harm the boy too much, but enough to show who was dominant.
”Many apologies, Lord Volaris. As the spawn of Mistress Ladata, it is inexcusable that we be tardy to any summons of a mighty power, such as yourself, forgive us,” the golem spoke, a hollowed, echoey voice emanating from the armor Ladata had spent so much time to perfect. He towered over the child and the devourer, even while bowing down to Volaris, before he stood and his full height was understood. It intimidated the boy, though not so much for Xirphi who knew her more perfect form was far larger and superior than anything most of the guild could form. The many eyes on his gauntlets gazed around, scanning for any hostile entities as he followed his orders of protecting the guild.
On the other hand, Xirphi, while in her bow, edged closer and closer to Volaris, stating in a sadistic tone, ”I will make sure that this insolent child learns his place in comparison to such magnificence as yourself. Despite being a brilliant young man, he does not know his place within the guild.” Her Speech was slightly impeded by her tendrils which still held down the subject that she talked about. However, Lexicon was still noticeably struggling against the grip, despite how futile it was against Xirphi’s personal strength.
@Lauder Amestris are the city states which lie between the Ironhearts (on their East slopes) and the Metatic Ocean. The city of Xerxes used to be their capital, and Amartia used to be their leader.
Ah yes, I had forgotten that’s what that was. It sounds like a fun venture to take part in.
What is progress on a post? Sounds foreign to me.
Hope this is good!
In a mere matter of moments, everything that could have possibly gone wrong had gone horribly, horribly wrong. "It's the damned owl!," one of the bandits called out, only for the camp to suddenly erupt into flames and cause a mass panic within the ranks of the bandits. Suddenly an explosion rippled through the air as one of the tents containing the bandits' black powder went off, taking four bandits with it and creating a breach in the makeshift stockade. It was only the words of the of the drawf that had stopped a full route of the banditry.
"Oi! Get the knife-ear! Stop them from crossin' that bridge!"
His bearded fury turned towards the old man, believing him to have deceived them and attempted to distract them. "Ya think you can get the best of Krackow the Grudge-Killer!?," he shouted throwing his dagger at the old man. The dagger embedded itself within Gale's shoulder and the dwarf took out a longsword and egged on the old man, "Come at me, git!"
Meanwhile, Jakyn stood deathly still as the magic died away from his fingertips, the bandits in front of him having lunged away from his bout of flame. As they began to stand again, the warlock could see that parts of their clothes were singed, and that raw, pink skin was beginning to bubble up were the fire did strike. They turned to him in a fury, bringing up the sights of their crossbows as a third low-life joined the encounter with his own.
The warlock heard the familiar sound of an arrow being released from a point of tension, and instinctively, Jakyn fell to his stomach. The arrow whizzed above his ground-level head; that would of hit him straight in the gut if he hadn't fallen. The wood elf threw up his cloak around himself, and started rolling as the fabric flipped confusingly about him. Another arrow shot towards him, only to stick harmlessly into the fabric of his dancing cape. Jakyn finally bounced up to his feet as he waited for the third crossbow, the bridge swaying and creaking ominously under him. The third arrow found it's mark, embedding itself deep into Jakyn's shoulder. He winced at the pain, the digging sensation of a crude piece of metal burrowing through his clothing and ending within him. The bandits began to quickly reload their weaponry, the warlock yelling, "Human warrior, please, come out and aid me!" His mind raced for a solution.
>It is now Jakyn's turn
"Oi! Get the knife-ear! Stop them from crossin' that bridge!"
His bearded fury turned towards the old man, believing him to have deceived them and attempted to distract them. "Ya think you can get the best of Krackow the Grudge-Killer!?," he shouted throwing his dagger at the old man. The dagger embedded itself within Gale's shoulder and the dwarf took out a longsword and egged on the old man, "Come at me, git!"
Meanwhile, Jakyn stood deathly still as the magic died away from his fingertips, the bandits in front of him having lunged away from his bout of flame. As they began to stand again, the warlock could see that parts of their clothes were singed, and that raw, pink skin was beginning to bubble up were the fire did strike. They turned to him in a fury, bringing up the sights of their crossbows as a third low-life joined the encounter with his own.
The warlock heard the familiar sound of an arrow being released from a point of tension, and instinctively, Jakyn fell to his stomach. The arrow whizzed above his ground-level head; that would of hit him straight in the gut if he hadn't fallen. The wood elf threw up his cloak around himself, and started rolling as the fabric flipped confusingly about him. Another arrow shot towards him, only to stick harmlessly into the fabric of his dancing cape. Jakyn finally bounced up to his feet as he waited for the third crossbow, the bridge swaying and creaking ominously under him. The third arrow found it's mark, embedding itself deep into Jakyn's shoulder. He winced at the pain, the digging sensation of a crude piece of metal burrowing through his clothing and ending within him. The bandits began to quickly reload their weaponry, the warlock yelling, "Human warrior, please, come out and aid me!" His mind raced for a solution.
>It is now Jakyn's turn
To say the least, the bandits were stunned into place at the arrival of the old man who had offered to join their ranks. They looked at one another before their dwarven leader strode up to Gale with the biggest dumbfounded look stuck behind his beard, eventually it shifted into a skeptical look as he inspected Gale. He stroked his beard and looked back at his ragtag band of merry men, every single one staring at the strange man who so boldly came into their camp despite there being a threat that they would simply kill him for trespassing.
“Erm, listen ‘ere old man, we haven’t a need fer a person like ya. Especially since we are waitin’ fer our main force,” the dwarf stated once more looking back at his men then to the old man. “Howeva, if ye want t’ join an’ help then you could… cross that bridge an’ tell us if there be any fierce magics at play, surely that would be up to yer speed!”
Laughter erupted through the camp at the remark, the dwarf giving a smile before a muffled cry could be heard, loud enough and close enough to draw the attention of Gale and the Dwarven captain. Turning to the noise, he would find two people tied to a post, one a tiefling woman, barely out of her teens, and the other an orc child, not even past his tenth year of life. Both have been flogged mercilessly, more so the orc given their savagery. They were house inside a tent, it’s flaps open as no one had expected a man to just stroll into the camp.
The dwarf fell silent and glared at the man.
“I reckon it’s about time ya leave, old fool.”
>What do you do?
“Erm, listen ‘ere old man, we haven’t a need fer a person like ya. Especially since we are waitin’ fer our main force,” the dwarf stated once more looking back at his men then to the old man. “Howeva, if ye want t’ join an’ help then you could… cross that bridge an’ tell us if there be any fierce magics at play, surely that would be up to yer speed!”
Laughter erupted through the camp at the remark, the dwarf giving a smile before a muffled cry could be heard, loud enough and close enough to draw the attention of Gale and the Dwarven captain. Turning to the noise, he would find two people tied to a post, one a tiefling woman, barely out of her teens, and the other an orc child, not even past his tenth year of life. Both have been flogged mercilessly, more so the orc given their savagery. They were house inside a tent, it’s flaps open as no one had expected a man to just stroll into the camp.
The dwarf fell silent and glared at the man.
“I reckon it’s about time ya leave, old fool.”
>What do you do?
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