Swords of the Fallen (Fantasy RP)(Started Open, PM CS to GM)

[easternflame]

"You're too merciful" Said Halgon from behind Henry, who had been silently watching the whole time. "I would've stabbed his thigh, that way, he knows we mean business. You see my friends" he said now addressing the group "Torture isn't about pain, it's about letting the person know that he will die unless he speaks." As he said this, he turned and in one sudden motion, climbed the nearest tree and sat. He looked at rena "Get on with it then."

 

[Erik the Orange]

Henry raised his eyebrows at Halgon's suggestion.

"You'd be surprised at what I can accomplish without violence, if you put your sword away every once in a while, Halgon," he shot back.

 

[staika]

The bandit noticed the fae and the northener walk up to him and ask him what he knew. He didn't like the sound of what the fae had planned for him. "Well the only thing that would be useful to you is that our leader had a quest recently. I couldn't tell you who he was or what he looked like, his face was covered by a hood. He just showed up two days ago unannounced wanting to see our leader. We were about to kick him out when our leader came out and they talked a little and then our leader took the guy into his private quarters. We haven't seen him since and it's been two days......" The bandit said before he lost feeling in his throat.

The bandit felt as if something was crushing him from the inside and the pain was overwhelming. The pain was too extreme but then he felt a very sharp crack and then nothing. He watched as he the world around him started to go black. He felt nothing, thought nothing and then was nothing as he slowly died by some mysterious force.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Rena squeaked a little bit as the man was killed by an unseen force. Almost out of habit, she said quickly. "It wasn't me!" She did wonder what had happened to the man, and his leader, but all she knew was that their treasure was going to be Rena's! And the groups..maybe.

 

[Erik the Orange]

Henry gave a violent shudder. It wasn't just the dead remains of the bandits spooking him now.

His eyes wide with anxiety, he turned to Sorael and said, "There's something strange afoot here, and I don't like it at all. If you don't want us to meet the same fate as this guy, I suggest we hightail it out of here. Now."

The cave seemed to grow a little darker and the ominous shadows danced across the walls.

Relax, it's just your imagination, Henry. No need to get all worked up, Felix said.

"I sure hope so," Henry whispered. "This is giving me the creeps."

 

[Malyc]

Malyc wandered back over after he retrieved his swords. "He died? Hmm, didn't think we were that rough on him" he said, chagrined.
"Anyway, we going into the cave then? Or do you have another plan, boss?" Malyc asked Soreal, curious as to their next move.

 

[leon558]

Athgar seemed unphased by what just happened and muttered. "I suggest that i shoot a glowing ball of light into the cave revealing the bandits and then we jump in and uh.....Kill them!" Said Athgar while putting the lute on his back.

A faint noise could be heard from the lute:"/Cmon Athgar,we can handle those little bandits,We can crush them like the bugs that they are."

"No they might overwhealm us,also stop talking before somebody hears you!" Athgar seemed to be talking to himself.

 

[GrimGrimoire]

Drogon looked at the dead bandit.
"What? What was that?" He looked deeply puzzled by what had just happened.
"What force could do that? Something does not seem right here."
He shuddered at the thought of these powers in enemy hands.
Then again. Learning such powers would be. Useful.
"And no, we do not need to fight them head on. We could camp out here and try to starve them off. We could put this battle on our terms, for they will have to fight us sooner or later. Attacking head on is suicide."

 

[easternflame]

Halgon's heart was pounding his chest. "Any of you magic user know what the fuck just happened?" Halgon said. "There is something more to these bandits. These are not just killers and rapists, these are something more..." Halgon didn't feel fear though, only a heightened sense of things. "I suggest we are cautious Sorael, I volunteer to scout ahead."

 

[GrimGrimoire]

"I..... I am not sure how to describe it. It was like something just.... Grabbed his wery essence, and ripped it too pices. But that would take a temendous amount of skill. What if it was prepared before the encounter?"
Drogon sighted and turned towards Halgon.
"What I am saying is this: I am not really sure what just happened. It came to quickly for me to examine. I could not get a real feel of it."
Turning to Sorael, Drogon expressed his concern.
"But whatever did that, it might be in there." he pointed at the cave.

Still shacky from the encounter, and what the hell had just happened Drogon finally tried to calm down.
Is the book there? Yes, good.
Am I hurt in any way? No, good.
Do I understand what is going on? No, and that is bad...

 

[leon558]

"Halgon i doubt that's a good idea.Don't you remembered the last time we split up?"

"/Honestly i don't know why you are deciding to stick together with these mortals."

"Quiet you"

 

[easternflame]

Halgon noticed something strange with Athgar, "Are you ok?" He said putting his hand on the hilt of the sword, he looked at Drogon and said "I know it's not the best idea to scout ahead but we need to know what the hell happened now, and what killed the bandit. And whatever did, could also kill us standing here, so why not scout ahead?" Halgon pulled an unlit torch out of his backpack and a firestone, after a few tries he lit the torch. "So, I will go, not asking, who's with me?"

 

[staika]

Spoiler: OOC

can't make a post now but I better stop this before it goes any farther. No splitting up! So do not go in the cave yet

 

[easternflame]

Spoiler: OOC

We were actually waiting for you now.

 

[staika]

Sorael looked on shocked by what happened to the bandit. "Fucking magic." Sorael thought to himself. "Okay everyone whoever did that to him is most likely in that cave. Because of that we are to stay together. Splitting up makes us easier targets and who knows what type of traps can be in there." Sorael explained. "Okay then lets head in." Sorael said walking into the cave.

Walking into the cave sorael noticed that it was a small cave and could make someone claustrophobic very easily. Sorael continued down the path cautiously until he started to see light. Walking towards the light the cave started to open up and they came to an area that looked liked people lived there. Sorael looked around but saw no one. "This could be a trap be careful everyone." Sorael said.

Sorael looked around and saw that the area was pretty open and he noticed a pathway on the other side of the room. Sorael then saw a figure walk out into the area from the other part of the cave. "Well well well, so they finally sent someone after us." The figure said walking into the light. The figure was a large human who sorael assumed was the leader of the badnits, he looked like he went through his fair share of battles.

"Yes, King Antonius sent us to wipe you out." Sorael responded. "A pity he sends someone so weak." The bandit leader responded trying to make sorael mad. "Well I'm the one that's going to kill you." Sorael said while drawing his weapon. "Hahaha, You don't scare me Aquean. I'll have you know my remaining bandits are my best soldiers." The bandit leader boasted while drawing his sword. A group of large, fierce looking bandits then appeared behind the bandit leader. "Kill them." The bandit leader said coldly.

Spoiler: OOC

There is one elite bandit for each of you to kill. ONLY ONE! they are also much stronger than the normal bandits so you wont be able to just kill them without any effort. The bandit leader will be killed by Sorael so do not kill him.

 

[GrimGrimoire]

Dashing to the side, and drawing one of the elite guars with him, Drogon indended to have a simple one on one battle. He was a cryomancer for gods sake, a petty bandid would be easy.
Trying to keep a confortable distance, he threw several chunks of ice at his opponent, to slow him down.
One chunk! Miss.
Another chunk! Miss, damn he is fast.
Another chunk! Miss, this is not good.
The bandit was way faster and more agile than Drogon, and was quickly closing the gap between them.
Ok, movement is life. To stop woud be to die.
Throwing ice randomly at the bandit, Drogon began to loose control of the battle.The bandit lunged at him, nearly hitting him. This was bad, really bad.
Drogon stopped attacking, and amassed his last mental force at his disposial to avoid the bandit.
The bandit lunged anew, and had Drogon not just changed direction, he would have been laying dead upon the floor.
But the blade of fear tasted his blood, and he paniced half running, and half sending scraps of ice everywhere.
There! One finally caught the bandit in the guts, and he lost momentum.
Guided by nothing but instinct, Drogon drew his ornnate dagger and quickly dispatches of the hurt bandit, thous ending one fight.
Now he only had to fight to regain the calm state that was needed for advnaced magic.

 

[easternflame]

Halgon saw the bandit leader and sprinted toward him. With his sword in hand "Fuck it!" He said. As he was about to hit the leader he felt something pull him back and throw him. Midair, he saw an elite bandit, that had thrown him. As he fell he felt a rib snap "OW! ************!" He stood up but the bandit was already in front of him, the bandit was about to hit him with his blade but Halgon, pissed off dodged and kicked him in the chest with all his might. The bandit was thrown into the air by the kick, he fell and gasped in pain, stood up and grabbed his sword again. Halgon, ready for battle said "Now you're in trouble!"

 

[Erik the Orange]

Henry spun around, spying a bandit menacingly brandishing a broadsword that glinted in the shadows of the cave. He staggered closer, the smell of alcohol rich on his breath and a toothy grin crawling on his face.

"Why is it always me?" Henry moaned, backing away slowly. His mind raced with illusions he could use or disguises he could take on to fool the bandit to his death. It wasn't that he drew a blank and couldn't create even the simplest of tricks. His brain racked and reeled, working too fast, coming up with myriads of ideas. Half of which Henry shook off with the despairing thought that his magic wasn't strong enough to withstand for too long.

Instead, he drew his own swords and swung with the satisfying clink of steel on steel. He wove, parried, and unleashed a hailstorm of blows against his would-be attacker, but each landing harmlessly against the bandit's own sword.

He just couldn't bring himself to do it again. Henry had killed twice and could not reconcile himself creating a third victim.

Henry saw Aaron rush nearby and called for help, a plan hatching quickly in the heat of battle.

"Aaron!" Henry called, screwing up his eyes, and in a moment's notice, taking on the guise of Aaron's double. "Shall we show this gentleman how to tango?"

The two smiled broadly as they lashed out with their weapons, catching the bandit off-guard with their deception.

Henry decided he would take part in the masquerade, but would let the creative mage he fought alongside with send the bandit to his death with a finishing blow of his own.

"My hands will be clean, at least for now," he thought to himself as he placed a kick into the handle of the bandit's sword, disarming him.

 

[Supah]

Still grinning broadly Aaron saw the opening Henry afforded him, he focused his powers on the blade spinning away from the bandit, he hit the blade with a bolt of lightning and directed it back at its former wielder. The blade planted itself with a hearty THUNK, right between the bandits shoulder blade and neck, electricity discharging on impact. The bandit stumbled backwards towards a cliff, his eyes were glazed over and it was clear he was dead already.

"All yours Henry!" Aaron called out with a salute

"Have a nice trip!" Henry said planting his boot on the bandits chest "See you next fall!"

Henry followed through with a heavy kick, sending the corpse over the cliff.

 

[Malyc]

Oblivious to anything but him and the bandit, Malyc sized up his opponent. From the way he moved, Malyc could tell that this was no simple bandit. This was an experienced opponent, a veteran of almost as many conflicts as himself. Malyc unsheathed his blades, and waited for the bandit to make his move.

From the moment their blades first crossed, Malyc knew that the bandit's skill nearly matched his own. "This will prove interesting" he spat, nearly face-to-face with the bandit over their crossed swords. The swift movements of the skilled bladesmen kept them just out of reach of each other, sometimes at arms length, sometimes separated by a hairsbreadth.

The fight continued on for some time. Both Malyc and the bandit sustained several minor injuries from clever feints, missed blocks, and bad luck. Suddenly, the bandit feinted to Malyc's knee, who brought his blades down to deflect. He never saw the blade that suddenly slashed near his eye.

Stunned, blood blinding his right eye, Malyc stumbled back, trying to regain his bearings. By chance, his hand brushed against a rock as he went to a knee. Without thinking, Malyc threw the rock with every last shred of strength he had left. The gamble succeeded: the rock hit the bandit in the knee, making him stumble and veer off course. Malyc saw the bandit's knee start to buckle. Seizing the opportunity chance had given him, he charged up and drove his foot into the bandit's now weakened knee, snapping it.

The bandit dropped to his knees, eyes watered with pain. "You have proven a worthy opponent. It is an honor to have fought one as skilled as yourself." Malyc drew both blades back to strike. "Rest in piece". He rammed his blades into the bandit's chest, ending both the his suffering and the duel.