So are we each creating a whole platoon for ourselves then, is that the idea?
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Leaving 20 September until 30 October. Going to be a shitty time in the field. Probably going to be a week after that before I even think about writing again.
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Course is over! Whoop! Whoop!
I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on.
Posting speed and availability is subject to change without notice, and I won't have internet when my vacation ends, which is tomorrow...
Thank you, have a nice day!
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Working on it now!
Sorry, shit's been wild this week.
Sorry about the wait. I got home last night and I was exhausted so I passed out before I could get anything done. When the panicking subsides I will get you a post
Oh fuck, sorry about that. I could change it if you want?
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Jbcool Will there be any redemption involved?
Oliver didn't like being shut down so quickly, but he didn't argue when Sanguine said she had more in store for their enemies before they got vanquished. He let her do her thing, and the Guild Master quickly made an impression on their opponents. She used some of her buffing spells on them, and then taunted their enemies until things started to get out of control. They shot arrows at the vampire, and that very quickly ended any chance of negotiation. These were not exactly scared fighters who wanted to go home. They were determined. They would need to be shown the error of their ways.
After the woman let the Paladin do as he wished with his two score of the force attacking them, he grinned. An entire volley of arrows bounced harmlessly off the warrior as the order to execute the trio was given. Every single projectile would have struck its mark, if not for Sanguine. And now it was his turn. The Cleric decided to try and be a little more subtle this time, though. Instead of just fireballing his way through everyone, he focused the flames inward instead. Anything that touched him would burn ferociously. Then he rushed headlong for the enemy lines. The phalanx had no idea what was about to hit it when Oliver lunged directly at the wall of shields. He kicked the heavy slab of wood and steel directly in front of him so hard that its bearer was thrown backward, knocking down the man behind him as well. Spears were thrust in his direction, but he brushed them aside, weaving through the pointed sticks, and burning many of them to ash in the process. And as he slipped in amongst the enemy, he began to work. His knife was tireless, its edge forever keen, and blood flowed freely where flames did not consume his enemies.
Even wearing such light armour, his foes failed to do any damage. He'd trained so hard to weave through such formations, they stood no chance. Too close for longer weapons, and too fast for shorter ones, Oliver quickly shattered the formation into much smaller groups who stood even less chance against him. He was dyed red by the time he found a moment to catch his breath. Having moved so swiftly, he had torn huge chunks out of the force that had once stood against him, and while it had taken its toll, he was still ready to go a few more rounds, should he have to. That went out the window when most of his remaining opponents turned to flee, though. Instead, he put that energy into toasting them all into unrecognisable crispy critters. That left only one poor bastard, wallowing in the mud formed of blood, dirt, and ashes. He was obviously trying hard not to break down into tears of terror.
"Tell your masters... Sanguine Ithil, sends her regards..." he ordered, delivering a swift, pointed kick to the man's ribs. "Start running." he suggested, adding another kick to the man's ribs. "Run, Forrest! Run!" he shouted when the man finally managed to start sprinting away. He had no weapons, and no hope of escape if Sanguine or Daniëlle didn't want him to. But the Paladin was thinking it would be best that whoever was in charge had some idea what they were up against. Of course, no one would believe the mad, starving survivor. They would assume numbers had gotten jumbled, and they would likely send a larger force to die on their steel. And that would just be the beginning. Oliver was confident that after the third or fourth routing, they could properly conquer this uncooperative state, and from there, hopefully convince everyone else to come quietly...
After the woman let the Paladin do as he wished with his two score of the force attacking them, he grinned. An entire volley of arrows bounced harmlessly off the warrior as the order to execute the trio was given. Every single projectile would have struck its mark, if not for Sanguine. And now it was his turn. The Cleric decided to try and be a little more subtle this time, though. Instead of just fireballing his way through everyone, he focused the flames inward instead. Anything that touched him would burn ferociously. Then he rushed headlong for the enemy lines. The phalanx had no idea what was about to hit it when Oliver lunged directly at the wall of shields. He kicked the heavy slab of wood and steel directly in front of him so hard that its bearer was thrown backward, knocking down the man behind him as well. Spears were thrust in his direction, but he brushed them aside, weaving through the pointed sticks, and burning many of them to ash in the process. And as he slipped in amongst the enemy, he began to work. His knife was tireless, its edge forever keen, and blood flowed freely where flames did not consume his enemies.
Even wearing such light armour, his foes failed to do any damage. He'd trained so hard to weave through such formations, they stood no chance. Too close for longer weapons, and too fast for shorter ones, Oliver quickly shattered the formation into much smaller groups who stood even less chance against him. He was dyed red by the time he found a moment to catch his breath. Having moved so swiftly, he had torn huge chunks out of the force that had once stood against him, and while it had taken its toll, he was still ready to go a few more rounds, should he have to. That went out the window when most of his remaining opponents turned to flee, though. Instead, he put that energy into toasting them all into unrecognisable crispy critters. That left only one poor bastard, wallowing in the mud formed of blood, dirt, and ashes. He was obviously trying hard not to break down into tears of terror.
"Tell your masters... Sanguine Ithil, sends her regards..." he ordered, delivering a swift, pointed kick to the man's ribs. "Start running." he suggested, adding another kick to the man's ribs. "Run, Forrest! Run!" he shouted when the man finally managed to start sprinting away. He had no weapons, and no hope of escape if Sanguine or Daniëlle didn't want him to. But the Paladin was thinking it would be best that whoever was in charge had some idea what they were up against. Of course, no one would believe the mad, starving survivor. They would assume numbers had gotten jumbled, and they would likely send a larger force to die on their steel. And that would just be the beginning. Oliver was confident that after the third or fourth routing, they could properly conquer this uncooperative state, and from there, hopefully convince everyone else to come quietly...
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@agentmanatee Why are you screaming at me? I didn't do anything.
What is their guild actually called?
Oliver was glad when Sanguine didn't fight him on his desire to fight. He knew it wasn't supposed to be the plan, but he couldn't let an unknown quantity fight six times their number in good conscience. He knew he could beat this group. It was going to hurt, but he could beat them, he was sure. Even if he had to fight them all the vampire's way, that was better than nothing. He jogged along behind the Guild Master as she led them to the leader of their allies, to explain the new plan.
The Paladin nodded when his companion said that they were going to test the limits of their strength. She argued briefly with Daniëlle about the plan, and then suggested they go and meet their enemy. "Once more, unto the breach, dear friend. Once more." he agreed, licking his lips in anticipation as he drew his knife from its sheath on the small of his back. He was excited, that much was obviously, and the Cleric strode forward with purpose, half expecting a volley of arrows to start things off. Instead he was met with a closing of ranks as he neared charging distance. Shields clattered together, spears poking from the wall like spines on a porcupine. He caught glimpses of greatswords in amongst them as well, and he was certain that the front rank would be armed with vicious stabbing implements. They were remarkably disciplined, but not at all prepared for what came next.
"You want them?" he asked, spreading his arms to either side as Sanguine and Daniëlle passed him. "Come and claim them." he invited sarcastically, sweeping his arms upward and summoning up pillars of fire to bar the way forward for the assailants. If they didn't rush forward soon, they were going to find Oliver far too prepared for their liking. Hell, even if they did charge, the warrior wasn't exactly off balance at the moment. And with a powerful vampire necromancer on his side, he didn't think they stood a chance to begin with. That being said, it was always better to accept a surrender than to have to murder all of them. He was sure everyone could be shown a better way to deal with the new sheriffs that had just appeared in town...
The Paladin nodded when his companion said that they were going to test the limits of their strength. She argued briefly with Daniëlle about the plan, and then suggested they go and meet their enemy. "Once more, unto the breach, dear friend. Once more." he agreed, licking his lips in anticipation as he drew his knife from its sheath on the small of his back. He was excited, that much was obviously, and the Cleric strode forward with purpose, half expecting a volley of arrows to start things off. Instead he was met with a closing of ranks as he neared charging distance. Shields clattered together, spears poking from the wall like spines on a porcupine. He caught glimpses of greatswords in amongst them as well, and he was certain that the front rank would be armed with vicious stabbing implements. They were remarkably disciplined, but not at all prepared for what came next.
"You want them?" he asked, spreading his arms to either side as Sanguine and Daniëlle passed him. "Come and claim them." he invited sarcastically, sweeping his arms upward and summoning up pillars of fire to bar the way forward for the assailants. If they didn't rush forward soon, they were going to find Oliver far too prepared for their liking. Hell, even if they did charge, the warrior wasn't exactly off balance at the moment. And with a powerful vampire necromancer on his side, he didn't think they stood a chance to begin with. That being said, it was always better to accept a surrender than to have to murder all of them. He was sure everyone could be shown a better way to deal with the new sheriffs that had just appeared in town...
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