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I am a rather middling RPer who likes to believe they are actually at an advanced level. This is of course, nonsense created by my desire to be known as good at something. In otherwords, I'm kinda okay at things and stuff.

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In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE


FOES







ALLIES



The god of crystalline glass and their great incants flood the halls through the voice of the vice-captain Iddin-Ninshubar. As the priest positions himself for the inspiration of the Hellions, a momentary glance in the bleak shade abaft pry both his eyes and ears wide open -- counter prayers in a language foul and detestable, Zuug-Agbliish, the Petrified God's hand has not been withdrawn from the Zagrosian Yeeks just yet. A pair of spears fill in the choke just beside Iddin, drawn on by primitive religious fervor, one strikes true, catching him with a deep wound from the gnarled branch.

YEEK ENSI #1 moves to 10-32 and incants WORD OF ZUUG-AGBLISH
YEEK WARRIOR #3 moves to 9-32
YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 10-31 and attacks IDDIN with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 9 damage

After felling the first of their quarries, Siris and moreso Etor steel themselves, the patter of slick feet against the brickwork below is too obvious to ignore, even over their spiritual leader's agony. Another pair of the blue beasts come into sight, one reaching the young spearman to strike, just barely, the boy wrenches up his own armament to parry. Only then are the pair of young mercs' attentions drawn even further on, a bellowous cry ripples through the cramped halls, mighty footfalls herald the coming of a prodigious foe -- A hulking figure the likes of Lyun's stature, warty skin draped over ever too large a skeleton, dyed crimson perhaps for the Scorpions it'd slain before. A Red Yeek charges into the fray, nearly unable to fit its frame in the antediluvian structure, hefting a mighty axe, scraping along the stones as it goes.

YEEK WARRIOR #6 moves to 9-27
YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 11-28 and attacks ETOR with its GNARLED SPEAR, but misses!
ETOR counters with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR, but misses!
RED YEEK #1 moves to 10-26


HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE



In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE


FOES







ALLIES



The god of crystalline glass and their great incants flood the halls through the voice of the vice-captain Iddin-Ninshubar. As the priest positions himself for the inspiration of the Hellions, a momentary glance in the bleak shade abaft pry both his eyes and ears wide open -- counter prayers in a language foul and detestable, Zuug-Agbliish, the Petrified God's hand has not been withdrawn from the Zagrosian Yeeks just yet. A pair of spears fill in the choke just beside Iddin, drawn on by primitive religious fervor, one strikes true, catching him with a deep wound from the gnarled branch.

YEEK ENSI #1 moves to 10-32 and incants WORD OF ZUUG-AGBLISH
YEEK WARRIOR #3 moves to 9-32
YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 10-31 and attacks IDDIN with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 9 damage

After felling the first of their quarries, Siris and moreso Etor steel themselves, the patter of slick feet against the brickwork below is too obvious to ignore, even over their spiritual leader's agony. Another pair of the blue beasts come into sight, one reaching the young spearman to strike, just barely, the boy wrenches up his own armament to parry. Only then are the pair of young mercs' attentions drawn even further on, a bellowous cry ripples through the cramped halls, mighty footfalls herald the coming of a prodigious foe -- A hulking figure the likes of Lyun's stature, warty skin draped over ever too large a skeleton, dyed crimson perhaps for the Scorpions it'd slain before. A Red Yeek charges into the fray, nearly unable to fit its frame in the antediluvian structure, hefting a mighty axe, scraping along the stones as it goes.

YEEK WARRIOR #6 moves to 9-27
YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 11-28 and attacks ETOR with its GNARLED SPEAR, but misses!
ETOR counters with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR, but misses!
RED YEEK #1 moves to 10-26


HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE



In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Gesties breaths are ragged, yet the look of death wasn't quite yet in his squinting eyes. Even were it not the case, the incantations of the young thief manage to staunch the Scorpion's bleeding, and reknit the flesh below his hides.

Gesties: "Well well. . ." He wheezes, "Never thought I'd see the day a Hellion looked after one of Shůlaar's." He doesn't allow the moment to dwell though, standing up tall once more albeit with a dull pain in his chest, "What's more surprising. . . A vagrant kid like you can call upon the Divine Language." The man huffs, though his words were somewhat harsh, there was a clear intrigue at the very least. Again, not searching for a specific response, he heads off, filling in the spot between the bandit and their employer, his own blade now dangerously close to Ashur's back, feeling the pull to plunge it therein. Though cooler heads prevail.

Gesties moves 4 tile to 12-30

In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE





FOES







ALLIES



As the disgruntled Scorpion is hurried forth by the edge of Ashür's blade, a curdling cry echoes from yonder bleak hall, bouncing back and forth from obelisk to obelisk. And with it, just as Gesties careens his head northwards, a sharpened spike, coated in Zuzu-knows what filth darts toward him, catching the merc through his abdomen which only elects another cry, pained and sharp to bounce through the crumbling rubble.

YEEK WARRIOR #1 moves to tile 11-29 and attacks Gesties with its GNARLED SPEAR for 8 damage.
GESTIES counterattacks with his BRONZE SICKLE SWORD for 8 damage.


Gesties: "D-Damn!" He cries out, a deep red stain swelling around that purple cloak of his. With a mighty swing back, his own gleaming bronze cuts deep into the blue beast's rubbery hide.


HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE

Gesties wastes no time, clutching that thoroughly pain-stricken side of his and pushing his way past the bandit behind him, too on edge to stop the merc. He bumbles further, past Kastilus, Etor, and Makeen too. "You damn Hellion bastards are gonna get me killed. . ." He growls.

GESTIES moves to tile 14-32


Without a chance to retort any more than a riled grimace, Ashür fills the space that Gesties left for him, weaving that curved blade past the outstretched spike into the Yeek's throat.
ASHUR moves to tile 11-30 and attacks YEEK WARRIOR #1 with his BRONZE CURVED SWORD for 4 damage, killing it. He then recieves 18 XP.

Ashür: "On your guards, another lurks in the shadow!" He calls back, "Make no unnecessary moves."


In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
The older man merely nodded, though rather ambivalently toward the young mercenary's words. Taking a few steps alongside them in the dark.

Kastilus: "I've naught to worry, not with your able band at my behest." For once the scholar manages to break his stony guise and muster a smile at the side of his lip. Imposing himself between the bandit and Etor himself, Kastilus inspects the rising pillars and brickwork, alongside their innumerable pictograms before replying to the boy in kind, "They speak of this Ziggurat in Zagros as one of the original cradles of civilization in days long gone. Of three equal parts, a place of governance, a place of worship, and thirdly of most interest to me, a tomb." His words are punctuated with various carven images deep in the cracked sandstone.

Kastilus: "Not of kings or men, but rather of a symbol. Clay tablets discovered in a ruin at Uruk name this as the resting place of the Crook of Dumuzid, a great lugal before the first Dynasty of Kish whose reign of ten sars brought unity to the people these lands, a unity unlike that of our current šar-kiššati. . ." The man sighs, he does not hold his tongue in the presence of the Hellions, though few would speak out against the Emperor. "Regardless, I've secured your pay in hopes to see Lugal Dumuzid's implement of rule with my own old eyes, you see."


Kastilus moves 5 tiles to 13-30
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

TO ACT: IDDIN, SIRIS, ETOR, MAKEEN, KASTALUS
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Ashür: "Right. . . Get moving, nice and slow." Ashür recommends, though the tip of his curved blade pointing forth, about half the distance toward their captive's back, was all the recommendation that Gesties needed. The bandit turns his head back toward the others, "If screams echo through the hall, we'll know where the danger is." He adds with a crooked smile before taking off cautiously behind the other merc.

Gesties: "We'll see who'll be screaming. . ." The bald man grumbles, hefting his own heavy sword ahead as he takes the most gentle steps he could manage between the cracked ground and lack of light. Yet all things considered, the air was dead quiet.

Gesties moves three tiles to 30-11

Ashür moves four tiles to 30-12


In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
CHAPTER I-II




Ashür: "Don't get too far ahead, meat." The desperado coos, his words dripping with a virulent venom and wry humour both. "Keep that valuable hide where we can see it." He adds, taking a few steps after the tamed Scorpion and gesturing Etor and Makeen both to keep tight abaft. More for their enamored benefactor than their own sake, though he may not reveal it, Ashür knows full well the two boys can handle themselves when the going gets tough. Captain Nasir wouldn't have brought them along if it were any other way.

Kastalus: "Fascinating, truly fascinating. . ." The archeologist's words saunter off into the darkness, he pays no mind to the affairs of the Hellions whilst he runs a palm across the dusty sandstone walls. By mere tallow candlelight he probes the pictograms embedded and worn away by time and all manner of beast that have used this place as their shelter. "A grudge laid bear. . ." He mutters, making some sense of the images perhaps.



Cramped and cloistered tunnels of an age long past, where the idea of archetechture was merely an afterthought in these lands have led Iddin, Lyun, Zarif, and Siris to split off from the others, though they've little expectations of the divergence being for long. Afterall, this crumbling structure couldn't possibly be all that spacious within. . . The stench of Yeek still lingers in the air, whether for this is their den and their oily skins have rubbed off on it, or for there to be a veritable horde awaiting within readying an ambush in din of light. Yet there is another scent in the air, one the Hellions too are keen of -- the distinct metallic tinge of blood lingers here. Just what fate have Shulaar's Scorpions come to?
Eventually, the four men break out from the ruinous corridors into a small chamber, their minimal light resounding off the priest's implements revealing chiseled images, crudely depicting men of war marching forth, not so unlike they. At the end of the room a pile of rock and rubble block what was likely once a small threshold beyond.

MISSION COMMENCE

HELLIONS PHASE


OBJECTIVES

-- REACH THE FINAL CHAMBER --
-- DO NOT ALLOW KASTILUS TO FALL --


FOES




In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Gesties sneered, even as he knew his life hung by a thread, a thread that dangled precariously in the hands of the Hellions of Gir, a thread that threatened to make him a marionette. But even by his own admission, the battered man would sooner be puppeted by his enemies than rot in a crumbling cage stinking of Yeek shit and festering with dune roaches.

Gesties: "Bah! Sell me if you please, you'd be right to do so with a hide as valuable as mine. Har-har-har!"

Managing to find some fire in his belly once more, he reaches for his affects that Makeen is so eagerly fawning over, no doubt imagining what he could exchange the blade for, let along the innovative bow and its masterful make. With the smallest chagrin, the young rogue pushes the sword onto Gesties, but elects to keep the crossbow and its attache of bolts. Suddenly the man's fire dies down, realizing his place once more at the tip of Zarif's spear. A fool he'd be to even dream of fighting back. . . He takes the sickle-sword and gestures for the Merchant to lead the way. And he is obliged.

Gesties: "Don't worry, dont'cha worry, smart to keep that bow, means I can't shoot ya in the back. . ." The foreign figure manages to bleat, shuffling alongside Salador toward the main group as Iddin picks their glassen wounds. As his eyes, sunken from abuse by the little blue gremlins come across the Hellions proper, namely the priest, Lyun, and Ashur, he manages to produce, "I recognize you. Oi, didn't we kick yer asses at Akshak?" But before any of them can respond, the archaeologist finally makes his way up to the central stair leading down to the depths of the Ziggurat.

Kastalus: "Stellar work dear Hellions. I see that rumours of your valiance were not unfounded." The older fellow cranes his neck ever in slight and raises an eyebrow toward the shaven-headed mercenary in royal purples, denoting their band's wealth who returns a similarly quizzical look. He clears his throat, an expression changed after the briefest of pauses, "Even greater than rumored! Seven become eight with naught but a little blood. . . Come Hellions, let us bear witness to the glory of days long past." He takes his first gently, yet excited stride down a cracked sandstone step, steeped in the filth of the Petrified God's children, only to be stopped in kind by the lanky bandit.

Ashür: "Do not be so eagre, our honoured patron, these valiant men can't protect you if it's your scholarly gut that takes the first spear."

Kastalus: "Ah. Of course. . . Danger. That is the business of your lot, and not mine." He halts himself at the top of the stairs, hands tensing back and forth 'neath his robes for the anticipation of this endeavor.

Ashür: "Right. . . Are we all ready boys?" Ashür asks aloud, rhetorically so knowing full well nothing would impede the reckless few after the high of their victory. Then, without further delay, they descend.


MISSION COMPLETE!!

In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
From within the confines of the old, crumpled little lockbox are some relatively modern armaments -- No doubt gathered equipment from any number of the blue little cretins raids on more civilized folk. Even so, they won't be needing it any longer.

Makeen receives Bronze Sickle Sword!
Makeen receives Bronze Crossbow!



The man by now is rightly upon his rear, both bruised palms laying down across that cool sandstone. Surprise is written across his furrowed brow, not only is a mere child sending a fright through him, but the boy's peerless just as the rest of the Hellions. He gathers some willfulness, seeing now the cell door is open and Makeen is busy enamored with the spoils of war, the Scorpion nearly rises to for a dash. Only for the gentle clopping of Salador's hooves to halt him yet again. Even more frightening perhaps for the unarmed loud mouth was that lance, oozing the putrid blood of Yeeks.

Gesties: "H-Hellion, that is my equipment there you've pilfered. . ." He says straightening himself out. "Would you lot afford me the pity of allowing me to join your incursion further in, that I may again meet with my brothers?" He can't help but add with a stammer, "You know that Shulaar's Band would do the same for you! Even if we're dreadful foes. . ."
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