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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The merchant chuckled a bit more loudly than he otherwise would have, watching the priest scold the rude Sirus, though admittedly, he wasn't being scolded for giving them the cold shoulder. Even so, it was nice to, if only for a moment, laugh a little, and ignore that they were in a very dark, very dangerous hold in the ground, potentially surrounded by enemies.

Letting out a brief after-laugh sigh, Zarif un-strung the arrow from his bow, pulled back out his short spear, and proceeded down the hall after Sirus, hanging back a bit due to his lighter armor.

_{Zarif moves 4 tiles north-west to 13-13}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Zarif waited for the soldier's response... and waited some more. The merchant blushed, he was certain the swordsman had heard him. The place was damn quiet besides the tinkling of their armor and their echoing footsteps.

The awkward silence was broken by the Prist walking up from behind. In his determined, confident tone, he too called out for Siris... and was also ignored. Zarif was not the closest of friends with the strange zealot, but their shared indignity made look over at him and smile awkwardly at the man, and shrug.

Zarif: What an asshole...

_{Zarif moves 1 tile north to 10-16}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Satisfied with his kill, Zarif smiled and glanced down the hall. With the cacophony of sound from his allies and the dying monsters, it was next to impossible to sense out any remaining yeeks in the darkness. Placing the heavy spear in it's slot on his back, Zarif equipped the much lighter spear into his hands and strode down the hall after Siris

Zarif: Hail, armored one! Charging alone into the darkness against the giant, how very reckless of you! Or, perhaps word in these lands is... brave? Curious, how here in this distant land, they use two different words for the same meaning.

_{Zarif move 6 tiles north to 10-18 and equips his bronze shortspear}

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Zarif

Despite the heavy weight of the longspear, Zarif managed to parry the Yeek Warrior's own gnarled spear, catching one of the roughly broken branch points with the tip, and returning a nasty riposte right into the foul brute's throat, spear still dripping with the Yeek Priest's blood.

All around the merchant, his allies were finishing up bouts with the other Yeeks that had poured in from behind the cohort Zarif and Etor had handled. Feeling like a damn hot commodity after that last move, he yanked the longspear out of the now spasming Yeek, strapped it to his back, and bounded down the hall, where Makeen seemed to be struggling to hit true against another fell warrior in the low light.

Zarif: Duck now, swift one!

Zarif shouted out in his exotic accent and he drew back the bow-string. He let loose the arrow, and, thanks to his many nonths travling cross the desert at night, his arrow found true, right between the spear wielding monster's beady, evil eyes. With a clank, its ill-crafted spear hit the ground, followed moments later by the wet crunch as the rest of its corpse hit the rough-hewn stone.

_{Zarif move 6 tiles to 10-24 and attacks the Yeek warrior with his Bronze Short Bow, dealing 8 damage, killing the Yeek, earning 18 exp}

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Zarif

MISSED! Rats! Gods damnit all! He had sounded so cool and in charge despite his strange foreign accent, ordering Etor to make a tricky maneuver with him. He had less than a second to lament his poor aim before a gnarled spear soared an inch to the left of his eye. The merchant supposed, perhaps, he wasnt the only one here with shoddy aim.

Watching the thief and Etor make quick work of the clumsy Yeek, Zarif plucked the spear Etor had swapped from the young mercenary's back, and readied it again. He'd always been poor with the spear, but one arrow was just not going to cut it here. Come on!

Zarif: Come on... Gods of my father, second time's the charm!

Zarif sprung, lunging with his spear, and this time, it easily found its mark, driving deep into the Yeek priest's chest. The disgusting created screamed something in some unknowable, hideous tongue, and died on the end of his heavy longspear, sliding off the solid wooden shaft, now dripping with its evil blood. Ther merchant smiled with a sick satisfaction as it crumpled to the ground, yellow robes stained with its foul smelling blood.

_{Zarif trades back his longspear with Etor, and attacks the Yeek Ensi with said longspear, and strikes true dealing 10 damage, instantly killing it, gaining 18 xp.}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

As soon as Zarif finished off the crumbling wall, the chaos behind it was revealed. More of those cursed blue demons has surprised the other group. As soon as the wall fell, the priest and Siris charged past the merchant and the brute, scrambling over the rubble of the wall. Near as soon as the Priest stopped, he was set upon from another hall. Blast! They have us surrounded.

The merchant thought to yell to Siris to help Idden, but the overly excited mercenary charged off down the far hall into the darkness, shouting. The priest, clutching his side, hobbled away, and despite his wound, cried out resolutely. Zarif was no follower of this man's strange god, but seeing him standing brave despite his near-death inspired the foreigner all the same. Without his companion with him, he latched onto whatever he could to give him courage, it would seem.

Zarif: Etor! On me! Phalanx formation on the hall! Swap spears!

The once-merchant shouted, stuffing as much false bravado and valor into his words as he could, and charged, still gripping his longspear. He reached the hall, stepping in the Priest's own blood, and, tragically, slipped, his pear going wide and to the side of the robed Yeek down the hall. This heavy spear would leave him a sitting duck against these stronger looking yeeks... he hoped Etor had heard his cry. He had but seconds before it was too late

_{Zarif moves to 10-30 and attacks the Yeek Ensi with his longspear, and misses gaining 1 xp. There is no counter attack}

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Zarif

Another room, another crumbling wall, which Lyun promptly took another swing at. With his massive body blocking anyone else from getting a good shot at the door, Zarif once again poked the wall with his longspear, sending it tumbling down like the last one.

_{Zarif moves to 6-31 and attacks the wall with his longspear, dealing 3 damage and gaining 1 xp. The wall is destroyed}

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Zarif

Only the faintest glimmers of light from outside managed to make its way down the twisting tunnels and into this small chamber. Around him, pressed uncomfortably close for the cavalryman's tastes, were the silent brute Lyun, the priest, and Sirus. Uncomfortable, Zarif kept glancing over his shoulder, gripping his bow height in one hand, his other constantly drifting towards his quiver at his side.

Damnit Salador... I dont feel like a whole man without you. I feel so exposed down here on the ground. The merchant thought to himself, as he glanced back for the hundredth time. He's been forced to tie his dromedary, his lifelong companion, up outside the entrance to the tunnels. He sent a silent prayer out to the distant gods of his homeland to keep his friend safe in his absense.

Zarif was snapped back to reality as Lyun, brutishly effective as always, and having identified a weakness in the wall, drove his axe directly into the bricks, nearly toppling the wall in one swing. The merchant whistled at his strength joking, and drove his longspear point first into one of the floor bricks, easily finishing the heavily damaged structure off

_{Zarif attacks the wall with his longspear, dealing 3 damage and gaining 1 xp. The wall is destroyed}

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The outlander nodded to the theif, absentmindedly pointing the heavy longspear in the dusty captive's general direction. Zarif considered, his mind elsewhere as the priest spoke down the hall. He sure is an ungrateful little worm. But... there was a labor shortage in Akkad, wasn't there? With such demand for slaves... yes, even a sorry lout like this could fetch quite a price!

Zarif: Oi, Iddin, priest! Perhaps you are being too hasty, eh? He'd cost us only, what, a week or so in rations? We could make enough off him to pay that back at least... three-fold? Four, if the tax collector is in the countryside. Think of the profits... prophet!

The merchant smiled at his wit, feeling slightly proud of using wordplay in this strange land's tongue. He hoped his accent hadn't butchered his meaning. Despite the joke though, his gaze was serious. After all, a merchant like him always takes matters of sale and trade seriously.

Zarif: Plus, it's a body between us and any attacker. Better this lout take a spear in the gut than one of us, eh?

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The foreigner's sympathetic smile withered at the captive's ungrateful remark. Zarif turned away from him, hearing the sound of wood dropping to the ground around the bend, along with a pathetic whimpering sound. The merchant almost felt worse for that detestable creature than the one behind the bars.

Zarif: "I don't kill anyone unless my comrades and I been contracted and paid to do so. Surely one of Shulaar's knows something as simple as that."
The merchant looked back at the man, who's scowl didn't drop.

Zarif: "Though, if it is your will, we would be more than happy to leave you in your cell. Under the laws set down by the Great King Hammurabi in the dawn of days, such a thing is not murder."
With that, Zarif kicked off down the hall, rounding the bend, pulling out the great longspear strapped to the side of Salador.

The spear was quite heavy, noticeably slowing him down, but against the Yeek cowering in the corner, it made little difference. All it took was one clean thrust through the throat as the dromedary came to a halt at the end of the hall, and the Yeek was finished. It let out a wet whimper as it slid off his lance and onto the floor, dead.

_{Zarif rides 7 tiles to 11-16, and attacks the Yeek Skirmisher, dealing 10 damage, killing it instantly. He then moves 3 tiles back up the hallway to 11-13.}

With that, it seemed the job really was done. It had been quick, and clean, with no losses, can't get much better than that. All that remained was to take any loot that could be found, deal with that foul-mouthed captive, and let their client look around.

For the first time, Zarif has really put in some martial might this mission. Having done so, he felt like his skills had improved a bit.

_{Zarif leveled up!}

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