A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.
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With Ellondra's assistance, life was flowing back into his utterly exhausted limbs. The dull tingling sensation first giving way to the feeling of warm hands callused from years of training massaging the cooling salve into joints and kneading it deeper into the muscles. The simultaneous warm and cooling almost melting the ache away.
He said in a whispers low enough for just her to hear. "Thank you, I'll have to find a away to assist you in turn... again." Memories from their encounter in the tree grove of Flemworth floating back. " And I want to look for the boy and assist these people." She didn't appear to be in the best of moods and hoped the comments would at least lighten her spirit and strengthen her resolve. A smile seemed hardly appropriate given the situation, so he opted to give her arm a reassuring squeeze as she finished up helping him.
Rising to his feet and rotating his his shoulders in circular motions, Vik'nar had a look in his eye that he'd take that whole goblin force himself.
"We should make haste and move now while we still have the cover of night." He swiftly turned to the woman, not wanting to idle much longer. "Unless you know your way with a blade, it would be safer for you to remain hidden here."
He took the same measured pause that Ellondra had, weighing his next words carefully. There was no guarantee that the boy and his father still lived, but his words wouldn't change that and the woman looked to need a bit of hope to latch on to now, even if it was false.
Resolving to share that burden, "When we find them we will send them here."
He said in a whispers low enough for just her to hear. "Thank you, I'll have to find a away to assist you in turn... again." Memories from their encounter in the tree grove of Flemworth floating back. " And I want to look for the boy and assist these people." She didn't appear to be in the best of moods and hoped the comments would at least lighten her spirit and strengthen her resolve. A smile seemed hardly appropriate given the situation, so he opted to give her arm a reassuring squeeze as she finished up helping him.
Rising to his feet and rotating his his shoulders in circular motions, Vik'nar had a look in his eye that he'd take that whole goblin force himself.
"We should make haste and move now while we still have the cover of night." He swiftly turned to the woman, not wanting to idle much longer. "Unless you know your way with a blade, it would be safer for you to remain hidden here."
He took the same measured pause that Ellondra had, weighing his next words carefully. There was no guarantee that the boy and his father still lived, but his words wouldn't change that and the woman looked to need a bit of hope to latch on to now, even if it was false.
Resolving to share that burden, "When we find them we will send them here."
The woman looked at Vik'nar with a blank expression on her face. Not of joy, not of sorrow, but more or less like she had a question on her lips.
"Have you seen my son? Damien.... I miss my poor boy"
The woman lay into the grass and closed her eyes.
"Damien..."
She sighed as she stopped moving, all but her chest.
"Have you seen my son? Damien.... I miss my poor boy"
The woman lay into the grass and closed her eyes.
"Damien..."
She sighed as she stopped moving, all but her chest.
"Yes, yes! Everyone just ignore Ra'ive and charge blindly into the goblin infested, BURNING town! If you are all that eager to die, then simply falling on your swords is alot quicker!" said Ra'ive sarcastically, this was utterly ridiculous, did these people know nothing of prioritising?! Nothing of sacrifice?
He composed himself with a deep breath, the cool air giving clarity to his thoughts. There was no point in arguing with the others, they were resolute, he might aswell try to keep them alive.
"Fine, lets go but first Evela, fix my damn leg or I can't go anywhere!"
He composed himself with a deep breath, the cool air giving clarity to his thoughts. There was no point in arguing with the others, they were resolute, he might aswell try to keep them alive.
"Fine, lets go but first Evela, fix my damn leg or I can't go anywhere!"
"I wont be able to make is perfect like normal" The monk said to Rai've, still wobbling on his feet, "But I can stop the bleeding and numb the pain". He stumbled over towards him, still feeling woozy. He falls to his knees infront of Rai've, and started an incantation. A light green mist appeares at his hands as he rubs it on his wound. The hole starts to close over as the healing process begins.
The spell repears the cells in his leg, just enough so he can walk on it, but still wouldn't have the best mobility untill he can fix it properly. "Thats all I can do and stay alive" Evela said as he collapsed to the ground, in an exhausted heap. "I would like some water or something please" he rhasped in a croaky throat.
The spell repears the cells in his leg, just enough so he can walk on it, but still wouldn't have the best mobility untill he can fix it properly. "Thats all I can do and stay alive" Evela said as he collapsed to the ground, in an exhausted heap. "I would like some water or something please" he rhasped in a croaky throat.
"Thanks" said Ra'ive reluctantly, the mage was actually quite decent and his leg was actually feeling pretty good. He clapped him on the shoulder in the most extreme gesture of thanks and camaraderie that he could muster in his emotionally detached state and handed him the rest of his water flask, it was only half full but it would hopefully be good enough for Evela.
Ra'ive bent his leg a couple of times, while the muscles and tendons were still a little stiff, but most of his leg was usable and functional enough for what he had in mind. He slipped on his claws and stood silently waiting, gathering his thoughts.
Stupid, stupid idea
Ra'ive bent his leg a couple of times, while the muscles and tendons were still a little stiff, but most of his leg was usable and functional enough for what he had in mind. He slipped on his claws and stood silently waiting, gathering his thoughts.
Stupid, stupid idea
Landon sympathized with the mother. Not knowing whether her child was alive, he would do anything to bring them together. He unsheathed his sword and looked towards the others.
"Let us go and rescue that boy, along with anyone else we can save."
He began walking towards the burning town, not stopping to see if the others were following him.
"Let us go and rescue that boy, along with anyone else we can save."
He began walking towards the burning town, not stopping to see if the others were following him.
"Come now my friend, no need to be so dire, just think of how many more goblins you can replay for that scratch to your leg." Vik'nar delivered the comment in a tone of a jest, although it was obvious his own mood was more hardened at present. He'd likely fight better if he felt there was purpose in it, even if it was just gutting a few goblins in return for a wound. The town was littered with opponents and they'd be hard pressed if everyone wasn't fighting at their best.
Vik'nar points out where he'd crossed the wall nearest the woman's house. As they drop down its other side, they find themselves standing on a dirt road that runs around the inside the cities wall, the sounds of quick footsteps approaching from all sides entered their ears.
Vik'nar points out where he'd crossed the wall nearest the woman's house. As they drop down its other side, they find themselves standing on a dirt road that runs around the inside the cities wall, the sounds of quick footsteps approaching from all sides entered their ears.
Taking control just a tad to move everyone inside so that Jav can set up the scene, if anyone had alternate ideas I'm happy to edit that.
From nowhere, a very loud scream from a man, followed by what sounded like a large group of men.
The words echoed through the night "NOW!!! ONWARD!" And that was followed by many other battle cries and the sound of many legs hitting dirt in a sprinting measure.
From the acres, far on the plains came eighteen men bearing torches and swords and wearing low grade leather and chainmail armor. They came running toward the town of Lemsten as fast as their feet could carry them.
The goblins inside heard this and soon began to make their way toward the front gate. As they managed to seal it off, the crowd marched upon the gate and began trying to hammer it down.
The gate wasn't massive and was made from plain wood and some rusted iron fastenings to hold the wood in place.
The men knew this and did everything in their power and knowledge to use that to their advantage. They were crazed, and that gate was going down.
The goblins didn't look or behave shocked or surprised, they simply did whatever one of the higher ranking goblins told them to do; arm up and get ready.
The higher ranking ones wore stylish helmets to show off their grande power and showed no restraint to pushing or pulling on the lower goblins to get them moving.
As all the goblins had piled up to the gate to fend the militia crowd off, there had gathered well over twenty of them, higher ranking goblins non-included.
The words echoed through the night "NOW!!! ONWARD!" And that was followed by many other battle cries and the sound of many legs hitting dirt in a sprinting measure.
From the acres, far on the plains came eighteen men bearing torches and swords and wearing low grade leather and chainmail armor. They came running toward the town of Lemsten as fast as their feet could carry them.
The goblins inside heard this and soon began to make their way toward the front gate. As they managed to seal it off, the crowd marched upon the gate and began trying to hammer it down.
The gate wasn't massive and was made from plain wood and some rusted iron fastenings to hold the wood in place.
The men knew this and did everything in their power and knowledge to use that to their advantage. They were crazed, and that gate was going down.
The goblins didn't look or behave shocked or surprised, they simply did whatever one of the higher ranking goblins told them to do; arm up and get ready.
The higher ranking ones wore stylish helmets to show off their grande power and showed no restraint to pushing or pulling on the lower goblins to get them moving.
As all the goblins had piled up to the gate to fend the militia crowd off, there had gathered well over twenty of them, higher ranking goblins non-included.
Too late to edit anything, here comes the war!
Landon stopped and looked at all the goblins that had gathered. They all seemed like they would stop at nothing to stop the small group. Landon raised his shield and held his sword out, getting into a battle position. He just watched the goblins, looking for any signs that they would start their attack. He was determined to save as many people as he could and defeat every last one of the goblins, and with the help of his companions, he was sure they would be able to do so.
Father, lend me your strength.
Father, lend me your strength.
Evela looked at the amount of Goblins there. He needed atleast a small amount amount of time to rest before he can use a spell that would be usefull at all. For the first time in years, Evela drew his small dagger, it was better than trying to punch things. He walked to the back of the group, "I wont be much for a while, give me a bit then I can control the fire again" he said as he finally got to the back.
As the goblins managed to hold the gates this long, one of the higher ranking ones spotted the group on the far side of the street.
The town was mostly square in shape and there were four lanes cutting through it like an X.
A clear view from the front gates and a dozen of narrow street corners stood between the goblins and the group, and seeing their numbers dwill under the pressure of their flanks being exposed, the high ranking goblins started preparing for fortifications on both sides.
With the deminished resources on the front gates, the goblins scattered around hurringly and pushed carts and threw crates to create some sort of line of defence from the group.
Although seeing a random group of adventurers was indeed ... random, the goblins saw it as nothing more than a simple threat, a thing that had to be dealt with and with caution.
With the continued hammering on the gates, the goblins had found themselves in a fortified circle in front of the gates.
However now that not all of them were focused on the main gate, it was nothing but time that would hold the crowd of angry townsfolk from breaking down the gate and assaulting the goblins.
The town was mostly square in shape and there were four lanes cutting through it like an X.
A clear view from the front gates and a dozen of narrow street corners stood between the goblins and the group, and seeing their numbers dwill under the pressure of their flanks being exposed, the high ranking goblins started preparing for fortifications on both sides.
With the deminished resources on the front gates, the goblins scattered around hurringly and pushed carts and threw crates to create some sort of line of defence from the group.
Although seeing a random group of adventurers was indeed ... random, the goblins saw it as nothing more than a simple threat, a thing that had to be dealt with and with caution.
With the continued hammering on the gates, the goblins had found themselves in a fortified circle in front of the gates.
However now that not all of them were focused on the main gate, it was nothing but time that would hold the crowd of angry townsfolk from breaking down the gate and assaulting the goblins.
"I believe I already paid those scum back for my knee and with interest" said Ra'ive, remembering the hazy images of his claws parting the Goblins muscle and bone with a swift slice. Goblins were easy to cut through however, so, at the very least, he could expect the battle to be relativity easy.
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"You people have fun, you hear? And Vik'nar, try to stay alive ok?"
As Ra'ive vaulted the wall and landed with a dull thud, he looked back at the others to give his 'motivational speech' before continuing further into the town, further into the shadows and darkness. He circled around the town, much like how he had done so on the beach, until he came into a clear view of the Goblins defensive lines.
'Suicide to attack now, patience is needed here'
He was in-between two buildings, in a foul smelling little gap that he surmised would contain the residents waste, just thrown out of the upper windows and down into this pit. It was obviously never meant for anyone to hide in, for it as only, at most, three feet wide and Ra'ive had to press up against the stained walls to fit in.
'Lovely, the King had better give me an amazing reward for this...'
'Or he's next'
Ra'ive then pressed himself against the walls further, making his body rigid. His injured leg wobbled but otherwise held.
'Good'
He began to shimmy upwards, using his shoulders to climb slightly higher with each extension until he managed to get a foot hold on one of the upper windows and from there it was an easy case of clambering up onto the roof.
Here he would wait until the opportune time, as still as a gargoyle, watching and waiting. When the Goblins were suitably occupied he would hope down into the nearby cart of hay and begin his grim business.
'Up to the others now'
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"You people have fun, you hear? And Vik'nar, try to stay alive ok?"
As Ra'ive vaulted the wall and landed with a dull thud, he looked back at the others to give his 'motivational speech' before continuing further into the town, further into the shadows and darkness. He circled around the town, much like how he had done so on the beach, until he came into a clear view of the Goblins defensive lines.
'Suicide to attack now, patience is needed here'
He was in-between two buildings, in a foul smelling little gap that he surmised would contain the residents waste, just thrown out of the upper windows and down into this pit. It was obviously never meant for anyone to hide in, for it as only, at most, three feet wide and Ra'ive had to press up against the stained walls to fit in.
'Lovely, the King had better give me an amazing reward for this...'
'Or he's next'
Ra'ive then pressed himself against the walls further, making his body rigid. His injured leg wobbled but otherwise held.
'Good'
He began to shimmy upwards, using his shoulders to climb slightly higher with each extension until he managed to get a foot hold on one of the upper windows and from there it was an easy case of clambering up onto the roof.
Here he would wait until the opportune time, as still as a gargoyle, watching and waiting. When the Goblins were suitably occupied he would hope down into the nearby cart of hay and begin his grim business.
'Up to the others now'
I'll save it! Edited to coincide with Vik'nar's post
Acento looked at the walls, no way was he climbing over, nothing else for it he thought.
He was helped over by the others however and waited for the opertune moment to strike.
At Vik'nar's request he helped him push the wagon, it was slow at first but began to pick up speed.
Sorry, been busy.
Just a clarification - we are already inside the village having crawled over the wall where Vik'nar first crossed.
Militia Gate/Wall Goblins Goblin's Fortifications Us is the crude layout.
Just a clarification - we are already inside the village having crawled over the wall where Vik'nar first crossed.
Militia Gate/Wall Goblins Goblin's Fortifications Us is the crude layout.
"And Vik'nar, try to stay alive ok?"
"Uh sure, I'll certainly try to." Vik'nar muttered to himself as Rai've disappear back over the wall. He didn't really have time to mull on the comment though, as there were far more pressing matters.
Looking down the road, they currently had the goblins hemmed in, with their group on their rear and a gaggle of militia trying to tear down the gate in front of them. The goblins had dug themselves in well, erecting some limited defensive measures. The largest problem was there were also a great deal more of them and they could almost easily overrun the smaller band, but they couldn't attack in mass and leave the gate unprotected. They would almost certainly need the assistance of those militia to defeat the goblins. They were at a peculiar stalemate.
"Evala, if you can't do anything about bringing that gate down then go check that house for the boy and his father." He pointed out the house the woman had been dragged from while still maintaining eye contact with the enemy down the road.
A nearby wagon filled with tinder, meant to keep the blacksmith furnaces fired, gave him an idea for something to break this situation. With the city gently slopping down towards the gates, they could push the wagon causing a great mess of things and scattering the goblins. This would allow them to pick them off in smaller groups and for the militia to bash down the gate without being assaulted.
"Someone give me a hand with this, a good shove and a bit of fire will give those goblins a taste of what they've done here." As he slammed his shoulder into the heavy wagon, shoving and turning it to face down the road.