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Hey, let me know if anything I write might seem just a little too brutal or overpowered or whatever. Because I've had people who basically say, "Holy shit dude. Calm down." when it comes to how detailed I can get at times. I've done my best to tone it down. My favorite response to something I wrote was, "Dude, I can't finish reading this, it's turning my stomach."
It wasn't long before more bandits poured through the breach. Hark soon found himself drastically outnumbered, four bandits squaring off against Hark. They moved in together, a flurry of blows forcing Hark onto the back foot. Soon Hark felt the familiar tingle of a ward being thrown on him. Then a cry came from a few steps behind, and the bandits all parted, quickly stepping away, making a path for a streaking fireball to be thrown through the air. A mage raising his tome into the air. The fireball hit Hark directly, and the shimmering barrier around Hark seemed to ripple before the fireball exploded. A large column of flame left the air heavy with smoke and fumes. The mage paused for a moment trying to make out any shape within the thick barrier of smoke.
Then Hark charged through the smoke, parting it like a ship through the waves. The terrified mage brought his unarmored hand up to attempt to block the brutal downward swing from the knight. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to stop Hark's blow. The mage's hand hit the ground before his body did. The sword cut through bone and flesh alike as it cut straight from his shoulder through all but his last rib.
Hark held there for a moment, steam rising from his flesh and armor as he looked back at the four bandits from before. Hark didn't break eye contact as he slowly and deliberately brought the blade out of the mage's flesh. Hark knew that the bandits would be able to hear the sword grinding against bone and cutting flesh as it was removed. As soon as the blade was out Hark stood up, and seemed to stand a little taller than he had just a day before.
TentacleLord said
Who, hilariously enough, is bearing the standards and gear of a Vinsenian knight. You know, something that a certain Grandmaster has sworn his life to destroying.


Well shit.
No problem with that whatsoever.
Double said
Just like to point out that I'd be surprised if the Bandits weren't pissed off at whoever bombed the fuck out of them and decided to make them their first target. Although... good frickin' luck with that, as Kristoph is basically a magic-wielding Jigen character so... yeah. God I love the Grandmaster class.


Well they'll have to get passed the hulking silver knight first. Not that they can't just, you know, go around him.
Freeshooter92 said
Wait, Hark's a rider of rohan?


OH CRAP! I THOUGHT I KNEW THAT FROM SOMEWHERE!
Freeshooter92 said
Given that you mentioned that I bet at lest one character would make it his/her goal to make that no longer the case.


Be willing to bet it'd be 3/4 of the male characters in the game.
Was considering making a war cleric who has made a vow of non-aggression (AND CHASTITY) or something. However, I'd be getting out of my comfort zone because I'd be RPing 2 characters, one of them female.
Do we have a medic in this group btw?
Hark was preparing to go out for a few drinks when he heard the familiar sound of an explosion. Hark stepped out of his hovel to see flaming wood splinters flying through the air, and a short distance away the wall breached. Hark ducked as a large piece of burning wood flew through the air - landing on the roof of his hovel. It was mere seconds before the hovel began to take to the fire. Hark quickly made his way in, heading straight for the chest in the corner. He pulled the key off his neck and quickly removed the lock from the chest. The room was already beginning to fill with smoke. He threw open the chest and hesitated for a moment. Tarnished silver. A large silver kite shield, a silver broadsword and a fuil suit of regal silver dragon armor.
By the time Hark managed to don his armor his hovel was completely alight, pieces of crumbling wood and ash falling from the ceiling, and the room cast in a harsh orange light. Even the door was on fire. The heat was oppressive, although, strangely, it didn't hurt. The heavy shield in his left hand had a stlyized scale on it, to symbolize balance and justice. In his right hand he held a tarnished silver broadsword.
The frame around the door had begun to warp, and the best option to open the door was a swift kick from his armored boot. The wooden door simply crumbled under the weight of a silver clad foot bursting through the door. Hark walked out through the embers, his faded crimson cape catching the air movement from the fire. Hark took a few more steps forward only to hear his hovel collapse behind him, nothing left but a few nails and ash.
Hark looked to his right, the bandits already beginning to pour through the breached wall. Hark began sprinting towards the opening. This is what he was trained for in the Silver Dragon Knights, fighting in tight spaces as shock troops or as defenders of a breach.
"Gods Dammit" Hark muttered, this was the second time he'd lost everything he had come to call familiar. Am I destined to wander forever? Hark thought before colliding full speed with one of the first bandits through the wall, bringing the shield up and smashing him in the chin. There was a sickening crunch as the bandit lost several teeth and received a shattered jaw. As he recovered, his axe in his hand, Hark brought the sword through the bandit's sternum, quickly withdrawing it as the bandit crumbled forward.
Hark brought his shield over his chest and quickly brought the butt of his broadsword into the shield, a loud metallic clang would have been heard from quite a distance.
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