I didn't see that some of you did vote on Sunday/Monday last week, but I suppose we're back on some kind of track now. I also set up dice rolling so we can more fairly split ties from now on.
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> Rush to Aika's aid. <
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Aika was outnumbered in a terrible position, the first man she downed now fully postured to cleave into her with his blade. Your current opponent would have to either wait his turn or tag along as you broke from him to dash in her direction. You knew you were immediately being followed, but saving your companion was the only call you could make as you lunged towards your new target. With his eyes down at Aika, he only looked up to you once you were far too close for him to react. If these assailants were willing to use lethal force, then perhaps you didn't feel so bad as your dagger sunk hilt-deep into his right shoulder. A gritty howl of pain filled the mountainside as you drew your now reddened blade from him, and he dropped his sword and stumbled back to coddle his arm.
Your maneuver bought Aika the time she needed, not physically mighty enough to simply push the grappler off of her, she instead found the moment to introduce her magic into the fight. A short quip in her strange tongue was followed by an even quicker flash of white and a snapping sound. A jolt of lightning coursed through the man trying to pin her, and his entire body locked into a painful tensing as he fell to his side into the snow beside her. She picked herself up, her fingertips still sparking as she rearmed herself and aimed her attention at the assailant who chased you to this side of the fight.
He stood between you now, his back towards Aika and his sword pointed at you. With everything happening so fast, he was already mid-swing before he could realize that both of his allies were out of the fight. Unfortunately, your turning away from him granted him a perfect opportunity to graze your back as you withdrew your dagger from the man you stabbed. A sharp and hot sting tingled along the splitting flesh of your own shoulder, luckily your armor preventing the blade from catching your core, but still slicing through your cloak enough to draw blood. Before you could turn to face him though, another crackle of lightning flashed behind you, followed by the sound of a body falling into the snow.
The man you stabbed was the only conscious combatant on their side, his muffled grunts of pain as he tried to staunch the bleeding with only one working arm. Otherwise, the air around you was quiet, the thumping of your heartbeat only made the flash-bang ringing in your ears more intense, and the pooling warmth on your shoulder trickled down your back only made the crude incision worse. You turned around to meet your ally's eyes, confirming to each other that you were somewhat ok, before looking past her and to the caravan driver, who had since recoiled to the far side of their seat and had their hands taught on the reigns to keep their horse steady from the commotion.
"W-Well hold on there, now," they stammered as you aimed your gaze at them. "Ah hah... Surely we can uhh- we can discuss this misunderstanding like civilized folk, surely, yes?" It seemed clear this person had no intention or skill of fighting, using their three armed companions to operate whatever it was they were doing. This clearly did not register as a possible outcome to them, and they shrunk in their seat even more as Aika squinted with many negative emotions at him.
• Attack the driver too.
• Respond to their plea.
[Write in: Briefly describe a verbal response.]
• Drink a health potion to mend your shoulder.
[Aika will take the opportunity to say or do something.]
• Leave them and resume your travel.
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Aika was outnumbered in a terrible position, the first man she downed now fully postured to cleave into her with his blade. Your current opponent would have to either wait his turn or tag along as you broke from him to dash in her direction. You knew you were immediately being followed, but saving your companion was the only call you could make as you lunged towards your new target. With his eyes down at Aika, he only looked up to you once you were far too close for him to react. If these assailants were willing to use lethal force, then perhaps you didn't feel so bad as your dagger sunk hilt-deep into his right shoulder. A gritty howl of pain filled the mountainside as you drew your now reddened blade from him, and he dropped his sword and stumbled back to coddle his arm.
Your maneuver bought Aika the time she needed, not physically mighty enough to simply push the grappler off of her, she instead found the moment to introduce her magic into the fight. A short quip in her strange tongue was followed by an even quicker flash of white and a snapping sound. A jolt of lightning coursed through the man trying to pin her, and his entire body locked into a painful tensing as he fell to his side into the snow beside her. She picked herself up, her fingertips still sparking as she rearmed herself and aimed her attention at the assailant who chased you to this side of the fight.
He stood between you now, his back towards Aika and his sword pointed at you. With everything happening so fast, he was already mid-swing before he could realize that both of his allies were out of the fight. Unfortunately, your turning away from him granted him a perfect opportunity to graze your back as you withdrew your dagger from the man you stabbed. A sharp and hot sting tingled along the splitting flesh of your own shoulder, luckily your armor preventing the blade from catching your core, but still slicing through your cloak enough to draw blood. Before you could turn to face him though, another crackle of lightning flashed behind you, followed by the sound of a body falling into the snow.
The man you stabbed was the only conscious combatant on their side, his muffled grunts of pain as he tried to staunch the bleeding with only one working arm. Otherwise, the air around you was quiet, the thumping of your heartbeat only made the flash-bang ringing in your ears more intense, and the pooling warmth on your shoulder trickled down your back only made the crude incision worse. You turned around to meet your ally's eyes, confirming to each other that you were somewhat ok, before looking past her and to the caravan driver, who had since recoiled to the far side of their seat and had their hands taught on the reigns to keep their horse steady from the commotion.
"W-Well hold on there, now," they stammered as you aimed your gaze at them. "Ah hah... Surely we can uhh- we can discuss this misunderstanding like civilized folk, surely, yes?" It seemed clear this person had no intention or skill of fighting, using their three armed companions to operate whatever it was they were doing. This clearly did not register as a possible outcome to them, and they shrunk in their seat even more as Aika squinted with many negative emotions at him.
• Attack the driver too.
• Respond to their plea.
[Write in: Briefly describe a verbal response.]
• Drink a health potion to mend your shoulder.
[Aika will take the opportunity to say or do something.]
• Leave them and resume your travel.
The holo-projector's dossier for one Julia Meyer was the center of Flint's attention. In the stuffy air and dim lighting of the cruiser, his goggles and cowl stayed out of his way around his neck, giving his crewmates a view less obstructed than the wide-brimmed lady that sat beside him. Across the projector in front of him, and slouched heavily along the other side's seating was the only member of the newly formed rag-tag gang that Flint had any trust for at the moment. His own sister Steel, staring past the glitchy imagery of their target, her mind was elsewhere. As the hunter that introduced herself as Sunrise threw her two cents in about their shared target, Flint glanced left to resolve her face in his mind. He nodded along with her assessment, his mouth parting to add to it but unable to before the man across the opposite corner of the holo-table spoke his mind. It was the same point that Flint would have made- caution to the many scrying eyes surrounding this girl. Satisfied with the seemingly relative competence of his new companions so far, he let out a small breath of relief and leaned a bit back in his seat.
"At least we're all on the same page about that," he agreed with Black Jack Doe. Well- almost. "Though, 'shillin' isn't exactly the word I'd use. Seemed to me like she's on the run. Sure- she could have orchestrated some faux ransom with someone else to con her own old man out of some cred but..." his voice trailed off, trying to scrutinize any sort of motive on the still image of their target standing between them all.
"Seems a bit more likely she just couldn't stand the guy," Steel finally chimed in, refusing to recover from her slouch as she returned her attention to the ship they were all in. "Don't overthink it. He's a pig, she's a hippie. The two don't mix." Flint opened his mouth to respond but was once again cut off, this time by their pilot Trey who delivered unto the group the news of arrival. He lifted himself with a small "huff" as he slung his rifle over his shoulder
Following the others out onto the ramp that descended from the ship to the dirt below, he rose his goggles as he peered across to their welcoming party. "Great," he muttered to himself in frustration just as his sister found his shoulder to lean herself on. "Great," she hummed to him in sarcastic elation at the same sight. "If things get heated, don't shoot the suit first, gotta see what he knows."
"Don't make things heated and I won't have to."
Steel simply smiled to him as she broke away from his shoulder, standing upright and lifting her helmet to her head.
"At least we're all on the same page about that," he agreed with Black Jack Doe. Well- almost. "Though, 'shillin' isn't exactly the word I'd use. Seemed to me like she's on the run. Sure- she could have orchestrated some faux ransom with someone else to con her own old man out of some cred but..." his voice trailed off, trying to scrutinize any sort of motive on the still image of their target standing between them all.
"Seems a bit more likely she just couldn't stand the guy," Steel finally chimed in, refusing to recover from her slouch as she returned her attention to the ship they were all in. "Don't overthink it. He's a pig, she's a hippie. The two don't mix." Flint opened his mouth to respond but was once again cut off, this time by their pilot Trey who delivered unto the group the news of arrival. He lifted himself with a small "huff" as he slung his rifle over his shoulder
Following the others out onto the ramp that descended from the ship to the dirt below, he rose his goggles as he peered across to their welcoming party. "Great," he muttered to himself in frustration just as his sister found his shoulder to lean herself on. "Great," she hummed to him in sarcastic elation at the same sight. "If things get heated, don't shoot the suit first, gotta see what he knows."
"Don't make things heated and I won't have to."
Steel simply smiled to him as she broke away from his shoulder, standing upright and lifting her helmet to her head.
Well, nobody votedast week. I think that's the first time this has happened. Hopefully there's still interest in this game?
> Defend against the cut. <
The grappler rushed past you to your right, between you and the caravan towards your companion. Her back was turned to you as she taunted the man she easily bested in combat. "Why don't you give us your gold, huh?" she shouted down at him with a mocking tone. You couldn't find the time to aid her though, as your eye turned forward just in time to react to your primary assailant. A his sword fell toward you from overhead, you saw that here was no guiding this attack away with your dagger like last time. Instead, your blade rose to meet his, not to outright stop the slash, but to catch the near the tip of his sword on the guard of your much shorter weapon, slowing the assault enough to move yourself out of the way. His free hand reached across his body towards you as he pulled the sword back once more, but the lighter weapon in your hand and the faster reflexes in your arm meant you were able to retaliate once more, driving your dagger towards him.
As the man in front of you cried in pain from your blade catching his wrist, you heard simultaneously the startled yelp of your ally and the lower grunting of the man who ran past you, followed by the soft pluming flump of snow as the two crashed down beside the first downed highwayman. "Whahh! G-get off me! Get-" she struggled under his weight as they each scrambled for control of the grapple behind you, and as you lifted your knife to pressure your foe again, you spared one more fleeting glance behind- just enough to see Aika on her back now, the man she first knocked over rising and lifting his sword along with him as the second wrestled to free her of her own weapon. Even with the armed one lifting his sword high overhead, you could certainly get to her in time. The caveat being that you wouldn't be heading that way alone.
• Attack your foe again.
• Rush to Aika's aid.
• Try something else.
[Write in: Briefly describe a quick tactic.]
The grappler rushed past you to your right, between you and the caravan towards your companion. Her back was turned to you as she taunted the man she easily bested in combat. "Why don't you give us your gold, huh?" she shouted down at him with a mocking tone. You couldn't find the time to aid her though, as your eye turned forward just in time to react to your primary assailant. A his sword fell toward you from overhead, you saw that here was no guiding this attack away with your dagger like last time. Instead, your blade rose to meet his, not to outright stop the slash, but to catch the near the tip of his sword on the guard of your much shorter weapon, slowing the assault enough to move yourself out of the way. His free hand reached across his body towards you as he pulled the sword back once more, but the lighter weapon in your hand and the faster reflexes in your arm meant you were able to retaliate once more, driving your dagger towards him.
As the man in front of you cried in pain from your blade catching his wrist, you heard simultaneously the startled yelp of your ally and the lower grunting of the man who ran past you, followed by the soft pluming flump of snow as the two crashed down beside the first downed highwayman. "Whahh! G-get off me! Get-" she struggled under his weight as they each scrambled for control of the grapple behind you, and as you lifted your knife to pressure your foe again, you spared one more fleeting glance behind- just enough to see Aika on her back now, the man she first knocked over rising and lifting his sword along with him as the second wrestled to free her of her own weapon. Even with the armed one lifting his sword high overhead, you could certainly get to her in time. The caveat being that you wouldn't be heading that way alone.
• Attack your foe again.
• Rush to Aika's aid.
• Try something else.
[Write in: Briefly describe a quick tactic.]
Floyd "Flint" Brayln
Stella "Steel" Brayln
> Start a fight.
[Write in: The closest swordsman.] <
A long pause hung in the still and nipping air between you and the driver of the wagon. You had already decided for yourself that these fools wouldn't take a coin off of you, but with the tension growing by the second, and the opportunity passed to ready your weapon like Aika had done, you needed to find a way out of this. Without moving you eyes off of the driver, you counted the men in your peripherals: one to your left, one to Aika's right, one who you could hear crunching the snow behind you as he shifted into place. With the caravan in front of you, they formed a diamond to close you in with. You tuned in to what you could see in the corners of your eyes, Aika's breath a steady in-and-out, and the hoodless man leaning in just a bit closer beside you. Just as she inhaled one more time, he opened his mouth to pressure you further.
"Enough stalling, give us your gol-"
Your leftward jab to his jaw wasn't brutally powerful, but it was assuredly far too fast for him to block in time. He reeled back a step in a momentary daze as your other hand lifted a dagger from your hip. You flicked your head to your right to see Aika had taken your cue, bringing her sword down on the man beside her who only had enough time to draw his into a guard. As you continued to turn rightward, you came to an about-face to see the man behind you attempting to grab you with both of his hands outstretched. You completed the turn, stepping your right foot backwards toward the wagon to side-step him and allow him to lunge between you and the first man struck. A well-aimed pommel of your dagger against his temple knocked him to his left, who then lost his balance as the two of them tripped into each other. You had bought yourself enough time to check once again on your companion, but you saw it wasn't needed as the final assailant fell into the snow on his back, with the tip of Aika's sword before his throat.
Unfortunately, if she let him go there was the risk of him standing back up, so you needed to dispatch the other two yourself. Your eyes returned to them, the first of which collected both his balance and his sword and rose against you. He thrust forward toward your center, but a quick misdirection with your own blade filled the air with the grinding of metal as he slid towards you, where his jaw was met again by your fist. This time he was ready for it, and while it looked like it hurt, he wasn't falling over again. He pulled his sword back and went for another cut, just as the grappler ran past you to free his companion from under Aika's pin.
• Defend against the cut.
• Break away to intercept the grappler.
• Yell to warn Aika.
• Check what the driver is doing.
[Write in: The closest swordsman.] <
A long pause hung in the still and nipping air between you and the driver of the wagon. You had already decided for yourself that these fools wouldn't take a coin off of you, but with the tension growing by the second, and the opportunity passed to ready your weapon like Aika had done, you needed to find a way out of this. Without moving you eyes off of the driver, you counted the men in your peripherals: one to your left, one to Aika's right, one who you could hear crunching the snow behind you as he shifted into place. With the caravan in front of you, they formed a diamond to close you in with. You tuned in to what you could see in the corners of your eyes, Aika's breath a steady in-and-out, and the hoodless man leaning in just a bit closer beside you. Just as she inhaled one more time, he opened his mouth to pressure you further.
"Enough stalling, give us your gol-"
Your leftward jab to his jaw wasn't brutally powerful, but it was assuredly far too fast for him to block in time. He reeled back a step in a momentary daze as your other hand lifted a dagger from your hip. You flicked your head to your right to see Aika had taken your cue, bringing her sword down on the man beside her who only had enough time to draw his into a guard. As you continued to turn rightward, you came to an about-face to see the man behind you attempting to grab you with both of his hands outstretched. You completed the turn, stepping your right foot backwards toward the wagon to side-step him and allow him to lunge between you and the first man struck. A well-aimed pommel of your dagger against his temple knocked him to his left, who then lost his balance as the two of them tripped into each other. You had bought yourself enough time to check once again on your companion, but you saw it wasn't needed as the final assailant fell into the snow on his back, with the tip of Aika's sword before his throat.
Unfortunately, if she let him go there was the risk of him standing back up, so you needed to dispatch the other two yourself. Your eyes returned to them, the first of which collected both his balance and his sword and rose against you. He thrust forward toward your center, but a quick misdirection with your own blade filled the air with the grinding of metal as he slid towards you, where his jaw was met again by your fist. This time he was ready for it, and while it looked like it hurt, he wasn't falling over again. He pulled his sword back and went for another cut, just as the grappler ran past you to free his companion from under Aika's pin.
• Defend against the cut.
• Break away to intercept the grappler.
• Yell to warn Aika.
• Check what the driver is doing.
Well shit I forgot today was Sunday. I know it's no excuse but I was just moving from the moment I woke up with errands. Tomorrow I have the whole day off though so I'll get it done then.
My apologies.
My apologies.
Hello everyone, we're live!
Just some ground rules.
1: Follow all guild rules.
2: Any sheets that aren't finished, please do not post them as WIP. Only submit them when they are finished.
3: Ask questions, they're important!
4: Be active and give it your best when it comes to writing and participation.
5: Have fun!
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Want us to post in OOC first for approval before posting in Characters, right?
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Mundane for now, yes. I'll have more details when there is more interest, I'll craft an OOC.
Sounds good. I can't wait!
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