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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! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay



AGGA: "Ama-Ama-Sin!" The awful faced brute moans as the first axe enters his chest, he struggles to fight back but in his heft, is unable to do a thing, or make a single difference. As the next axe flies, Agga falls to his knees oozing a fountain of lifeblood out into the cobbles below, in hast the concoction finds its way into the subtle channels chiseled into the stone. "You. . . You Hellion fuckers. . . We'll haunt you. . ." He groans, collapsing dead.

Lyun can just make out another of the Scorpions in the shadows beyond the mess that is his foe's corpse, they bare their fangs, their brows furrow with all the hatred that they could muster.



Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the the pitched battle further on beyond the few sounds that echo back to him, Makeen pries the latch from a stone coffer from days of old. He leans over it with avarice in his eyes. Within, a sword that appears practically hewn from a slab of polished smooth stone. He takes it, feeling a meagre sense of artifice, of thaumaturgy within its antediluvian confines.





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GESTIES: "Bastards. . . Bastards!" He cries, yet while taking a step back all the while. As each of his prior comrades falls, their hollow eyes begging for aid, he realizes that through his inaction, he has already betrayed them. With a roar, the bald man charges the nearest Yeek priest, with all his misdirected rage, he hacks the ensi's head clean off. "That sage sold us to our deaths. . ." He mouths, turning about to protect himself.


GESTIES attacks YEEK ENSI #2 with his BRONZE SICKLE SWORD, killing it!


YEEK WARRIOR #11 attacks GESTIES with its GNARLED SPEAR dealing 8 damage!


GESTIES counterattacks, dealing 8 damage and killing the yeek!


GESTIES barely resists YEEK ENSI #3's WORD OF STONE!



KASTILUS: "All for good reason. . ." He bemuses to no one.

The swordsman staring down Lyun quickly exchanges himself in the dark with another of their band, yet more arrows trained on the brute. Another is let loose, unable to deflect it, yet more ire and blood is spilt between the two mercenary companies, another retaliatorily flung hand axe marks the end of their enemy's life. All while footfalls echo through the small tunnel. Out of the shade, the last of Shulaar's Band here in the ziggurat skids to a halt before Etor shocked by his appearance to ambush the ambushers.


SCORPION BOWMAN #2 attacks LYUN with their BRONZE SHORT BOW for 9 damage!


LYUN counterattacks with his BRONZE HAND AXE, dealing 16 damage and killing them! He receives 33 xp!



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In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

AMA-SIN: "G-Gaaah. . ." A guttural sound escapes his lips as red quickly swells about his cloak. 'How could things change so quickly. . ?!' Zarif's arrow had struck true, embedding itself into the Scorpion's back, narrowly missing his heart. Simply put, it seemed that the Hellions, even as harried as they were, still stood a league above. Leaving his knife behind in Lyun's wound, the bloodied merc begins to squeeze what little motes of strength he had left to flee down the entryway. His footfalls quickly vanish into the dsrkness abound, beyond the purview of the focused mercenary band.

"You think to escape? I'm afraid that's not part of the bargain dear friend. . ."


AMA-SIN: "That voice. . . T-The sage? Where are you?!" He clutches the gash at his chest, only to slam into a wall, xrumbling to the ground.

"Die here with dignity, you can do that for me, can't you?"


AMA-SIN "S-Sbulaar. . ." He wheezes, a sudden shock tearing through his body as those fingers dig into the cracked sandstone. As the man dies, his blood seeps, filling little channels on either side of the hall, 'neath murals of ancient warriors marching to their judgement.

[Hr]


ASHÜR: 'Behind. . .' He mutters, his voice low and harsh, just enough for the hot-blooded warrior to hear him, along with his footfalls. As Siris bore the brunt of the rival sellsword's blade, Ashür caught him unawares, darting in to sever the viscera of the man's throat. In the instant of the figure's fall, the desperdo called out, "Lyun! The ugly one!" His cautious eyes having scanned the field afore quickly and concisely. Thereafter he turned, to the Yeeks beyond, and to Gesties the same as Zarif cursed.

ASHÃœR attacks the SCORPION SWORDSMAN #1 with his BRONZE CURVED BLADE, killing him and receiving 34xp!


[Hr]


Gesties was many things -- A drunk, a braggart, a womanizer, and a crappy mercenary, yet he was no fool. As Ama-Sin fled, dying in the dark, while another two of his comrades had fallen, he couldn't help but feel his hands shake with that blade in their grasp. Picking himself up after being battered by Siris, he rose to Zarif's words, "B-Betrayer!? I had no idea! I was certain they'd all been killed!" It was all he could muster in that moment. Only then did his last words seep into his bones, now indeed they were to fall. But perhaps not all of them. . . Or so he'd hope.

In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay


For the young men among the Hellions, Etor and Makeen, little chambers open up to their gloom adjusted eyes. To the thief, a trove of olde coffers, precisely what he was hoping to see -- certainly happier to be knee deep in the treasure hunt while his seniors wade into battle. While on the other side of the complex 'neathe the sands, the spearman finds naught save a pile of rubble ever so precariously stacked in the wall ahead. . .



"Hellions! Ahead our aim is in sight." Kastilus' voice is held high, echoing well through the squalid halls. With a spring in his step, the scholar bounds up just behind Siris, similarly placing himself under the gaze of the yeeks beyond the shadow, nevertheless, he continues to speak. "The final resting place of Dumuzid. . . Ahh, I can make the tomb out just ahead. Onward--!" As he cries out, the sound of crumbling sandstone draws his eye, he sucks upon his teeth.

With a mighty heave from that mighty man, the broken up wall comes to an end, revealing the warrior's suspicions. As the others trudge ahead to meet with last vestiges of Yeek-kind in the Zigguarrat, the roar of hidden foes splits their attention.



AMA-SIN: "Damn. . ! We won't lose the element of surprise, cut those Hellions down once and for all!" Shrouded both in the royal purples of the rival merc band and the gloam of the ancient temple, a fierce-featured lithe figure gives the call to advance.



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AMA-SIN: "So. . . That Sage was right after all, to think we could take our revenge today. . !"

The rival mercs begin to funnel out from the hole moments after Lyun had revealed their hiding spot. Without delay a bladesman charges past the broad shouldered brute and hacks deeply with a fell motion into Iddin's left shoulder. A spray of crimson marks the renewed flames between the two bands.

SCORPION SWORDSMAN #1 attacks IDDIN with their BRONZE SHORT SWORD, dealing 12 DAMAGE! IDDIN recieves 4xp!


An arrow pings out of the crumbling dark, the sharp sting of metal embedes itself deep into Lyun's shoulder as another of the Scorpions stands at the piled rubble, before the figure could knock another arrow they're nearly bisected by a hand axe flung with all might, felling them in one swoop.

SCORPION BOWMAN #1 attacks LYUN with their BRONZE SHORTBOW, dealing 9 DAMAGE! LYUN recieves 3xp!
LYUN counterattacks with his HAND AXE, killing the SCORPION BOWMAN #1! LYUN recieves 30xp!



AMA-SIN: "Don't think we've forgotten what happened at Larsa, you animals!" A hide-wrapped man with a penetrating eye darts past his fallen comrade. Unable to react in time through the pain of his wound, another sharp sting of metal finds its way into the man's abdomen. Yet even so, the stalwart warrior is able to bring another hand-axe quickly to draw Scorpion blood all the same.

AMA-SIN attacks LYUN with their BRONZE LONGKNIFE, dealing 9 DAMAGE! LYUN recieves 3xp!
LYUN counterattacks with his HAND AXE, dealing 14 damage! LYUN recieves 15xp!


Still. . . Those ahead couldn't immediately snap around, those damnable blue-skinned freaks yet remained in the darkness of the expansive chamber beyond. Grumbled words of their god, Zuug-Agblish fill the hall as zealous fervour enrages the last of the Yeeks. One of the two patter down from the dias toward the scholar, yet a mere glare stays its weapon, sending it toward the man beside -- A gnarled spear finds its mark 'tween the gaps of Siris' armour, while Zarif deftly parries the next. With a will, they strike back.

YEEK WARRIOR #11 attacks ZARIF with its GNARLED SPEAR, missing!
ZARIF counterattacks with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR, dealing 9 damage! Zarif recieves 7xp!


YEEK WARRIOR #12 attacks SIRIS with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 4 damage!
SIRIS counterattacks with his BRONZE SHORT SWORD, Killing it! SIRIS recieves 18xp!


Another of the foul priests steps down from the central platform, raising up a fetish of their petrified god, another incantation of guttural speak fills the room. Here and there, Siris can feel patches of his skin begin to calcify, yet quickly he manages to shake it away.

YEEK ENSI #3 casts WORD OF STONE upon SIRIS, but he manages to resist!


Were that not enough, the hastily cobbled together wall to the east of the main corridor began to rumble. Iddin could only just snap his head to see new shapes in the darkness.


AGGA: "Hey-Hey-Hey-Hey! Gesties we thought ya were Yeek food! Grahahaha!" The stout figure of squat and hideous countenance bore an axe about the size of an average man upon just one of his shoulders, evoking the same image as the Red Yeek slain just before. "The hell yah doin' with 'em? Com'on lets kill these dogs!"


GESTIES: "Y-You guys! Damn, I thought all that blood was yours! Figures that Shulaar's Scorpions wouldn't die to some mangy rats." The bald man hefted up the sickle sword he bore, twisting his head back to the others. "Y-Yeah. . . We'll kill 'em." He stammers, whether his trepidation was for the skill he'd witnessed or something else, none could say.


HELLIONS PHASE

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In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Quiet shuffling through the dark. . . Even the cautious and experienced among them could hear their own kit rattling in the din of sound amongst those sandstone cobbles. The three ahead can feel the still air in the buried zigguarot, the low-ceiling corridor opens up into unknowable heights beyond. Like a great cavern or the edge of the shore -- They cannot fathom what dwells therein, or where, that trepidation stays their feet in slight.



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

Gesties: "'Preciated." Again he managed to wheeze, the pain of his wounds remaining despite the restoration of his flesh. To Makeen, perhaps with a voice low enough that others could not hear, even in the echoing cramped sandstone halls, he says this, "Never would I have expected to thank a Hellion for my life." There's no malice in his words as before. Gesties stands firm once more and tightly grips his blade, with another nod to the sneakthief, he heads onward to join the group ahead. 'Damn. . . Where are they. . . Where are my comrades?!"

GESTIES MOVES TO 11-19



Ashür: "The line is thin indeed." He muses aloud to his fellow foreigner in Zarif, "Bravery has no place in the life of mercanaries."

ASHUR MOVES TO 9-18

KASTILUS MOVES TO 10-20



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

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Gesties: "S'pose I owe you times three now. . ." The gruff rival merc muses aloud, nearly knocked on his ass once more beside Makeen, the boy having distracted that nasty little javelineer enough to save Gesties from the next death-knell shot. As Zarif's arrow whizzed overhead, barely having cleared that shiny dome of his, the man manages to pick himself up. "S'pose I could owe you a fourth time, Hellion?" He breathes another ragged breath.



Ashür: "Hmmph. . ." He merely sighs at Siris' response. It wasn't the time that the bandit felt the rash boy-warrior thought he could take on the whole damn world. It was like poison to Ashür's cynicism, bringing to the front of his mind days better left forgotten.


Bright-eyed as ever, Etor makes the point of covering every square inch of the Ziggurot's confines, lest yet more of the filthy blue Yeeks be lurking. . . And perhaps on the off-chance that some ancient treasures still lie here. Captain Doan would surely praise his shrewdness. Whether for better or worse, the chamber is empty, beyond the stink of the creatures' little den, without mentioning the contents of their guts spilling over across the slick sandstone.



Etor's gesture seemingly lost upon the scholar, he makes his way between the vanguard and the heart of the Hellions there, ever moving with a certain unfaltering leisure.
Kastilus: "Yes. . . Yes. . ." He mumbles aloud, his dark eyes moving from one wall to the next, "This would have most definitely been the procession hall. In days-long passed, representatives of each polity would have come before Dumuzid here, a primitive seat of power when put against the silver-plated Uruk perhaps. . . The main chamber should be but ahead." He makes no real attempt to remain hidden, nor for his words to do ought but echo down the tomb of old.
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

The rival merc sneers in response to Lyun's command, though only after the brute has turned away down the left branch. Wouldn't want to incite the ire of a man who could heft a cyclops or two across their shoulders. . . Rather than following the tanned goliath's words to the T, Gesties halts himself cautiously just before the path heads east. 'I'm not stickin' my neck out for these dogs.'

Gesties moves 4 tile to 11-25



Ashür moves forward with a slow gait, trying to focus his haggard eyes to the dark of the ancient crypt. He catches the shadowy form of the brash young one in red dashing on before something catches his eye just beyond the purposefully slow advance of their meat shield. . .

Ashür: "Curse that damn Scorpion. Siris! You fool!" He manages to shout, albeit a hair too late.


YEEK PHASE

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With Siris far enough out of position, and the eastern crevice left wide open by Gesties idea of self-preservation, first another little gremlin dart outward, timing its charge along with the other warrior that the merc chased down. Together they strike with their spears!

YEEK WARRIOR #6 moves one tile to the right and attacks SIRIS with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 2 Damage!
YEEK WARRIOR #7 moves six tiles to 10-23 and attacks SIRIS with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 2 Damage!

Still, despite being caught out in the open, those sickly little bastards' ambush was ablated some. Thanks to his breastplate, the two pointed sticks manage only to find small gaps and drain a handful of blood. In the moment, Siris finds his resolve to retaliate.


SIRIS counterattacks YEEK WARRIOR #6 with his BRONZE SHORT SWORD and misses, gaining 1xp!
SIRIS counterattacks YEEK WARRIOR #7 with his BRONZE SHORT SWORD and deals 12 Damage, killing it and gaining 18xp!


Another sticks their gnarly azure head out from the thin hall, surprising Gesties whose eyes had been on Siris. Without time to react, they throw a fashioned javelin from the safety of their alcove. Though it just flies wide over the bald merc's head.

YEEK WARRIOR #10 moves four tiles and attacks GESTIES with its GNARLED JAVELIN, and misses!

Lyun is met with opposition as well, thankfully his broad shoulders keeping the rats from scurrying out to swarm the younger Hellion further. One dives toward the brute with its spear, some vile mix of excrement and indecipherable substances slick upon the tip. While another Yeek abaft tosses its own javelin over the first.

YEEK WARRIOR #8 moves to 7-24 and attacks LYUN with its GNARLED SPEAR, dealing 6 Damage!
YEEK WARRIOR #9 moves to 6-24 and attacks LYUN with its GNARLED JAVELIN, dealing 5 Damage
LYUN counterattacks YEEK WARRIOR #8 with his BRONZE HAND AXE and misses! Gaining 1 XP
LYUN counterattacks YEEK WARRIOR #9 with his BRONZE HAND AXE and deals 16 Damage! Killing it and gaining 18 XP


With no other options left, the last remaining Yeek Warrior toward the beginning lashes out towards the triumphant merchant, hoping to put the human down and leave Salador masterless.

YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 10-31 and attacks ZARIF with its GNARLED SPEAR, but misses!
ZARIF counterattacks YEEK WARRIOR #4 with his BRONZE LONGSPEAR and deals 10 Damage! Killing it and gaining 18 XP


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Gesties: "This is for my band you little freak!" Only now, the purple-wrapped Scorpion adheres to Lyun's words, moving up to strike back at the worm that caught his attention.

GESTIES moves to 11-24 and attacks the YEEK WARRIOR #10 with his BRONZE SICKLE SWORD dealing 8 Damage!
YEEK WARRIOR #10 counterattacks GESTIES with its GNARLED JAVELIN dealing 7 Damage!


Unflinching towards Gesties cries of pain, Ashur pressed on, saddling up besides the younger merc. In a fluid motion he both draws his curved blade and deftly cuts forth.

ASHUR attackes YEEK WARRIOR #6 with his BRONZE CURVED SWORD, it's a CRITICAL HIT! Dealing 12 Damage! Killing the yeek and gaining 18xp

Ashur: "Those wounds will only continue to grow if you should keep charging ahead without thought. If not for your own life, think of the band, your family, your recklessness will put us all in danger. . !" He makes certain those words cut deep though with a hushed intensity lest they draw even more beasts out from the dark. The dark for which the two Hellions find themselves near on isolated from the rest of the group.


Kastilus: "Tarry not, tarry not, dear Hellions, my prize should be only just ahead."
The scholar muses now that the band has all but cleaned up the rear, moving a few steps down the cracked cobbles, gently so, that the soles of his leather bound shoes do not become so sullied in fetid bloods.
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay



As Siris thrusts forward, his rugged leather boots crush underfoot the over-sized Red Yeek felled before him, moving on, splashing through the fresh swathes of fetid blood pooling upon the ancient cobbles. Two thin passages flank the merc on either side, shrouded in shade and mystique, yet he hasn't the mind to throw so much as a glance down either. Mustering his courage onward as he chases down his prey.
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
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With the greatest of the abominable creatures' assets fallen, accompanied by a might thump and the crunching removal of Lyun's axe, a wave of discontent washes over the little blue bastards. Quickly becoming near-on surrounded by the oncoming Hellions, brandishing their makeshift spear, the last Yeek remaining between Ashur, Siris, and Lyun absconds deep into the shade further on. A mire that very well could be hiding any number yet more of the rubber skinned monsters. All the mercenaries could go by were the slick patter of feet beyond the periphery.

YEEK WARRIOR #6 moves out of sight!

Zarif too wields the short spear handing to him by Etor with skill, warding off the three Yeeks within from pouring out of their little squalid chamber. Robed in odd furs and poached cloths, the priest of the Petrified God mutters yet more words in its foul and indecipherable language -- like a mixture of guttural groans and high-pitched squeals. Yet it does again seem to have the intended effect, what muscles the squat creatures could speak of seem to strain and engorge with ferocity unmatched, a lust for blood apparent in their otherwise beady and vacant eyes. The thought of what mayhem they could bring should they become more organized. . .
The pair of warriors swap places quickly, allowing for the fresh Yeek to lunge toward Zarif. They exchange blows with their spears, yet no life blood is spilt. The stench of sweat and violent desperation grows.

YEEK ENSI #1 incants WORD OF ZUUG-AGBLISH
YEEK WARRIOR #4 moves to 10-33
YEEK WARRIOR #3 moves to 10-31 and attacks ZARIF with its GNARLED SPEAR, missing.
ZARIF counterattacks with his BRONZE SHORT SPEAR and misses! Gaining 1 XP



HELLIONS PHASE

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

As Lyun's axe flies, taking the oversized beast down to flail in its death throes before the battered Siris, Ashür heeds the call of battle, dashing past Zarif, holding off his own lot and Etor both, interposing himself between the oncoming blue spear-yeek and the boy. As like, the scholar gives his meat shield a light tap on the shoulder and a few whispered honeyed words, sending Gesties off to rejoin the fray.

ASHUR moves to tile 9-28

GESTIES moves to tile 11-29


Kastilus: "Quite the calvacade of monsters, eh?" The archaeologist finds himself musing aloud. He does not duck and run for cover despite the precarious situation, nor does he avert his eyes from the dim lit battlefield. Simply gazing on with a cold intrigue.


Ashür: "Like as not, 'twas a Yeek through and through." The desperado replies to Etor besides. In the same breath he utters a word taken from the divines, not wholly unknown to the younger merc's lexicon. With the incantation, and a knobby finger tracing its rune, a sludge of crimson and shadow mire and engulf the warrior two paces to the right, agonizing it just as Gesties hefts that sickle sword for the final blow. Cutting down another of their numbers. "Worship too fervant of any divine is the path to many grotesquities. Pray thee meet not Zuzu's disfigured kindred, nor that our vice-captain loses himself to them."

ASHUR casts SEEP upon YEEK WARRIOR #5 dealing 5 Damage! He gains 4 XP

GESTIES attacks YEEK WARRIOR #5 with his BRONZE SICKLE SWORD dealing 8 Damage! Killing the Yeek.


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