Xaltwind

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

I have to agree with Click here, pommels exist to be pimp-slapped in peoples' faces, not to be thrown like some dog's chewing toy! HATH THOU NO RESPECT FOR THY BLADE, KNAVE?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Yeah, that's not creepy at all. Nope. Not one bit. xD

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Oh! Will be getting out a post today! Had a few things on my plate this last week, and a few things to catch up with, but i have not forgotten about here! :P

@Crusader Lord

*Points at the rules in the first OOC post*

... if you're busy, let me know in advance. >:(

I'll let it slide, this time. No repeat offending though.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

11 Minutes early update. Oh well. Enjoy.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Forgotten Ruins, East roads & alleys

The thing about heavily disciplined and formation-based soldiers is that once their trained, tried and true formations and tactics fall apart, they don't have the creativity or ingenuity to improvise. For this reason, once they begin to buckle, they tend to do so at a very rapid pace. Such was the fate befalling the Galanon Imperial soldiers in this particular alley of the ruins. With their commanding officer down and out for the fight, their spearwall broken by a single girl and their archers now being assaulted from above by two heavenly valkyries, the entire unit was crumbling, both physically and mentally.

Add onto that the flinging of spells from a horse-mounted witch, and the interference caused by a masked degenerate, and you had a recipe for a panic-inducing soup of the day. The addition of a raving, yelling and bloodthirsty elf, proclaiming the descent of his Goddess' avatar, didn't exactly make things any less stressful or confusing for the unfortunate troops caught between weatherowrn walls and a group of rag-tag marauders that were somehow winning this fight. Petty officers and brash youths who wanted to prove themselves shouted conflicting orders and iunstructio0ns to their brethren, it was a complete mess.

Eventually, between their own inability to regroup, and the constant pressure put on by the adventurers, the Galanon forces eventually broke. Those in the back turned tail and fled out towards the main road, while those caught in battle dropped the weapons and tried to escape by any means they could, climbing small walls, leaping into ruined windows and so and so forth. It was a sad display, and would have sent great shame through their General's very soul, had he been there to witness the spectacle. Fortunately, for everyone involved, he was not.

Still, with their enemies fleeing and the path ahead now opening up, Serafaye let out a sigh of relief. Not so much that the fight was over, but that she didn't need to hurt anyone anymore. After all, having seen her own strength after punching that one fellow had left a sour taste in her mouth. What if she'd hit his head? She could've sent it tearing off his shoulders... Sure, thexe guys had attacked them, but they hadn't managed to even hurt her... So fighting and killing them waws kinda like kicking a baby, except meaner. She turned to her fellows, the lizard and paladin-elf, then looked at the two roof-diving heroines, and finally back at the three spellcasters safely over in the other end of the alley.

"I... I uh, guess we won? Huzzah?" She said, with uncertain half-enthusiasm. "Guessing they'll be back though, huh? They don't seem like the kinda folks who'd just give up." She said... Not actually confident in that statement at all. After all, she didn't know jack squat about these people or their determination to see things through... It was just a phrase one said though. And, as it turned out, was indeed accurate!

While the soldiers of the beaten squad retreated and reunited with their fellows beyond the alleys, the group now had a clear path ahead of them - so long as they stayed in the alleyways. After all, it wasn't like the Imperial army had stationed squads of troops in every single backstreet - as they'd advanced, they'd also moved their blockades, encircling the center of the ruins. But now that the blockade in the this particular part of the alleys was broken, there was no obstacle ahead of them - at least not yet.

If they hurried and didn't dawdle, the possibility of reaching the east-most gate without any further confrontations was a very real possibility! Of course, that required that they move swiftly, and avoided needless side-trips or distractions. Even then, the east gate still had a few guards posted at it, though it was likely the least defended of the gates, as it was the furthest away from the Imperial main force.

Serafaye, on the other hand, didn't seem to be in any rush or realize the need for speed, as she walked on over to the big lizard-bro and looked him up and down.

"You okay, bro? You got stuff sticking outta your bod... Anyone got any pliers?" She said, and asked, looking around.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

It's fine, it's fine. All the soldiers in the alley are just mooks between level 12~18, you can all handle them, now that their formation and morale is broken and shattered.

Little less than 7 hours left until the deadline, just FYI.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer made a good point, at least in Druid Girls' earw and mind. They had no idea what the cave was like, and even if she herself was at home in any natural enviroment, there was no telling what these greenlittle thieves had done to the place. There might be traps, given that they'd stolen rope, or they could have set up unnatural barriers or fake walls. It was certainly possible.

Big Red also made a valid suggestion. Assuming this was athe only way in and out was a bit native. Most larger caves had multiple entrances and exits, and if the cave was home to multiple creatures, it would stand to reason that the place was no mere bear's cave, but something bigger. As for discussing formation though... That seemed a bit redundant to the nature mage... Their lizard friend was obviously the frontline, their foreign huntress was obviously fire-support and she herself had the role of support. But if the big, red and scaley one wanted to mix things up, she'd at least humor him.

"Fine then, let's look around and see what we can discover. We can talk about where to set up and how to go about things once we've surveyed the area, right?" She half-stated, half-asked, half-assumed.

The raven-haired young lady wasted no time. She at once walked over to a nearby tree and managed to call down a small, blue bird. After a bit of talking, it flew off, apparently doing some kind of favor for the druid. Next, she called up a family of squirrels, but she didn't have them do anything, instead she merely asked about the lay of the lands and then thanked them by giving them a bit of trail-mix she had left over in her bag.

Next, she moved on to the main event... The source of the foul stink. Honestly, she'd prefer to stay away from any sort of festering, unsanitary cesspool at all times if possible, but they needed to make sure there wasn't a hidden hole or emergency escape route at it. OTherwise, they might be the ones getting ambushed.

Clearing her way through some tiny bushes, Druid Girl came upon the source of the stink with relative ease - it wasn't hard to follow the increasingly unpleasant odor after all. However, both she and Lizard Fighter had been wrong in their assumption. It wasn't a latrine, more than anything, it looked like a garbage-dump. It was a medium-sized hole, cruedly dug, filled with all manners of foulness. Rotten meat, urine, feces, bones, mangled carcasses of small creatures, broken objects, rotting wood, regurgitated bile, a shoe and other things of no worth or value. There was no apparent chutes or holes, no doorways or small crevaces, just a shallow pit filled to the brim with crap. Figuratively and litteraly.

Druid Girl made a discontent face as she circled the area for a bit, looking behind trees and stones, in stumps and under large tree roots, but eventually she returned to small clearing with the mossy cave. She hadn't found anything, and the squirrels from before had told her that there wasn't any other nearby caverns or openings into the ground.

"So, goblins have refuse piles? I did not know this." She said, jokingly, as the discovery was less than beneficial, and she had put herself at risk of catching some horrible disease just by being in proximity to that bacteria-spewing, unsanitary heap of decay. "Let me help you gather though." The girl said to her fellow female, gignerly jogging up the side of the treeline, bending down and beginning to pick up sticks, twigs, grass of acceptable length and fibre-durability. The only taps she knew how to make herself were pitfalls with sharpened sticks in them - her father used those to help keep vermin and undesirable critters off the farm back in the day.

After a bit of rummaging and foraging, the caramel-skinned lass dropped off her supplies with the arher, and returned to look at Big Red over her shoulder.

"Well then, how do you want to ste things up? There're no big boulders or rocks to hide behind here, at least not near the entrance itself. We could take cover in the treeline, or sit atop the cave and attack them from above when they come out?" She suggested two alternatives. Truth be told, she wasn't exactly a military or tactical genius, her skill-set wasn't focused on efficiently dealing with groups of tiny, ill-tempered humanoids. after all.

Sad as it was, she also couldn't exactly offer any kind of extra support. Had she been more skilled, she might have been able to convince of the stronger forest animals to fight alongside them, but as it was, even if she asked they wouldn't be inclined to help an inexperienced druid like herself. Suddenly, there was a tweet from above, and the girl's head snapped up. The tiny blue bird had returned, flying in a circle overhead, before swooping down and lending in the druid's extended palm.

"Well, how'd it go my little friend?" The bird flaired it's wing, cocked and titled its tiny head and tweeted and chirped a few times. "So, you couldn't find anything like another cave or crevice either? I guess that means this is the only real in and out for this place... At least for any reasonable distance." With that, she gently gave the bird a small peck ontop of its head, and the avian sang in joy, before taking off into the air and flying off - obviously not staying around, possibly due to sensing the imminent struggle about to take place. Druid Girl turned to her allies, smiling. "Seems we don't need to worry about being attacked from the rear or sides though. That little one said there weren't any other locations nearby that looked like exits, so this one here's probably the only way they can come at us." She paused, and tapped her chin. "Unless, of course, some of them are out right now and plan to return later... Then they might come up on us from behind.."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Two hour early update.
Aren't you lucky? Well, more like, ya'll kept the deadline, so there was no need to wait. Good job, folks.
Hopefully with this, Serafaye has redeemed herself in the eyes of those who think she a damsel in distress. :P

Ugh... Work tomorrow... And it's gonna be a hot day too according to weather-reports... I just wanna stay home and hug my AC. T~T

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Forgotten Ruins, eastern alley #46201

"How did y- Bwuh?"

KER-THONK!

It was an impresive feat, sending a fully grown man wearing a set of full light plate, flying across a stretch of distance as if he was nothing more than an empty, unwanted beer bottle. The blue-plumed officer didn't have time to even respond or react, before the mighty brute of a lizard was upon him and knocked him aside with ease and brutally proficient rage. The armored Imperial clanked and clattered along the street as his body tumbled, rolled and eventually came to a stop when it collided with the side of a building at the far-end of the path they were all in.

Initially, the soldiers who had flanked the officer, along with those in the spear-wall, and the archers behind them, stood silent and dumbfounded. None could actually believe what had just happened - some giant lizard came barreling out of gods-know-where and just smacked their commander aside as if he was made out of a burlap sack filled with chicken feathers. Of course, momentary confusion didn't last long, and soon the call for the archers to fire their arrows came. Unfortunately for these men, before they could release their arrows on the numerous targets now popping up, a blinding light suddenly burst forth and managed to catch the eye of every damn bowman aiming down the alley.

It was a huge success!

Well, sort of. They still fired their arrows, but at least not while aiming properly or actually seeing what they fired at. In fact, some of their arrows struck their fellow soldiers in the back of their helmets or the insides of their shields, while others harmlessly snapped as they collided with the walls of either side of the alley. Naturally, a few arrows did make it towards the intended targets. Notably, Kaze.

Being big and tough and tall meant you could smack others around, but it also meant you were kind of a walking target with a sign on your back and stomach that went: 'Can you hit the broad side of a barn?' Luckily, the lizard's half-plate was enough to deflect any real damage, but he would still be pulling one or two projectiles out of his scaly hide tonight. Luckily, the Empire didn't poison their arrows.

Another person to feel the sting of arrows ws Serafaye, who got one straight in the forehead. However, just like when the officer had slapped her face, it felt about equal to someone lightly tapping a drinking straw towards her forehead, and the projectile bounced harmlessly off her skull. The girl blinked. First she'd been hit by a guy with the strength of a starving, malnourished kitten, and now she got shot in the face by an rrow that couldn't kill a fly? What the heck was this. No, seriously, what? Were these people all made out of cotton and silly-string? They could knock each other around just fine, cast magic and command little blob-monsters... But they couldn't do jack-shit to her, even though she couldn't use any weapons or cast any magic?

Serafaye just sat there, on her knees, arms now dropped along her sides, staring at the growling and snarling horde of Imperial troops infront of her who were cursing and shouting after suffering momentary blindness. Meanwhile, the four guards who had accompanied their officer all turned to Kaze and charged, well three of them did. The fourth ran over to the fallen commander and was trying to shake and call him back to the realm of the awake. Though judging by the dent in the side of his armor, he likely would need more than just a good shake and shout to wake up.

The spearmen, at this point in time, began to slowly advance. Walking shoulder-to-shoulder, shields interlocked and spears pointed forward. It seemed they were intent on perforating their enemies by simply balking and backing them into the ends of the alley... Or something. Honestly, it seemed a bad idea to approach a girl who was an immovable, indestructible object, and a lizard that was basically the miniaturized version of Godzilla. But they were soldiers, and they did what they were trained to do.

Die. Fight.

The fortuitous bit about all of this was that, with the archers and spearmen now focused on the enemies straight ahead, perhaps they wouldn't notice a person or pair sneaking onto the rickety, decripit roofs above! ... Unless there were archers in other alleys nearby, or in the buildings all around them... Then it might be a really bad plan...

Serafaye, meanwhile, came to an important realization. The lizard-bro had charged in and smacked that guy away right after she got bitch-slapped by the weakest slap in all of slapistory. Had he charged over to avenge her honor? Were lizardmen like that? Huh, too bad she never read any of that lore-bullcrap back while playing Oubliette... Or maybe... Maybe he was trying to be all alpha-male and impress her by being all macho and muscles and top-dog? ... That'd be kinda sad... And gross...

Rising from her position, the girl looked around for a moment, then stared down at the slowly advancing wall of soldiers. Tik-tok, like perfect tin soldiers, they walked in rehearsed and disciplined order., careful to keep their formation and momentum synched. Well, that is, until Serafaye dcided that she might as well try something. She'd been slapped, and nothing happened, she had been shot, and nothing happened... So, by that logic, could she be impaled and nothing happen too? Approaching the spearmen, she stopped right in their way. Egged on by the brazen brat's defiance, the soldiers zoned in on her and...

Thw-crack...?

The advancing spear-wall stopped. Completely. The men stood dead in their tracks, staring t the horned, purple-haired girl. Before her, at her feet, lay the top-halves of three spears, broken off from their hafts. The girl merely looked down at the shattered weapons, a non-plussed expression on her face.

"Huh... So that really worked...? I guess my level of one-twenty still counts for something. If you guys can't even hurt me, you're all below level 60, huh?" She stated, to nobody in particular except maybe herself.

She then proceed to move forward, towards the line of spearmen. The soldiers shook off their stupor and assumed defensive positions. But even with all their spears pointed out and aimed at Serafaye, as soon as she just walked into them, they got pushed back, bent and eventually snapped like toothpicks. One after another, the snapping of wood and clatter of metal on stone could be heard through the narrow street. And then, as she finally got within close enough range of one of the soldiers in the wall of large, broad shields, she let out a sigh and took a deep breath, closing her eye momentarily, before shouting:

"HAaaah!"

... And delivered the most girly-looking punch you could ever dream of. Seriously, She just raised her arm and fist up next to shoulder and then did a little forward arc-thing, a turly and goodness-to-honest sissy-punch of fable-worthy documentation... And yet, as the blow connected with the shield of the man infront of her, the fully armored soldier went flying backwards. His shield dropped to the ground, with a large small-fist-sized dent in it. The other soldiers, now staring in fear and disbelief at what had just happened, could not even move to fill the gap left by the man who had just been flung away by girl-power.

"Well, that's the same." She said. "Can't use weapons, but the difference in levels seem to still work the same." Serafaye laughed a little, though not menacingly or condescending, but more in a 'A-ha! I'm so stupid for not realizing this!'-sort of way.

Murmurs and unsteady mumbling could be heard from the ranks of the Galanon soldiers... This was probably not how they had expected things to go...

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1o Hours left! If you wanna get any posts in, hop to it. Otherwise, prepare for the clustrfuwk of a lifetime! :)

... Naw, I'll try to keep it clear and easy-to-follow.

@The Irish Tree
Did Vani consciously ignore that Locke was with Yinha and Sera, or did he just miss seeing him btw? :o

@Asuras
Yes... Yes... YES! Go, get up on those roofs... Do it. >:3