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

[GrimGrimoire]

Drogon's head hurt.
It had done so ever since they had begun to move away from the grim battlefield, and things had begun to calm down.
The adrenaline one gains from danger, had smelted away like late winter snow, and he had started to collect his thoughts about what he had gotten himself into.

I didn't sign up for this. I signed up for a quick job, a chance to see the northern mountains, and most important: A safe source of gold.
Now it had happened again, things had gotten out of hand. The last time a job got out of hand, I was much younger, but it left some scars.

He couldn't let history repeat itself, not now.
What where they doing in the first place?

Are we trying to save the realm now?
Are we heroes?

Drogon didn't feel like a hero. He felt like a unsure, worn and tired mage.
A mage who wasn't sure what he should do. Where he should go, who he should follow. If he should follow anyone at all.
He felt like sleeping.

However, the wagon was bumping too much on the uneven road to be anywhere near a possible place for him to sleep.
Opening his book on a random page, he tried to get some temporary relief, some relaxation done before they drove right into Void-knows what kind of hell was awaiting them.

"How much longer until we are there?" He asked, addressing all those who knew the land better than him.

The reading proved a hollow action. He knew this page. He knew almost all the pages well enough to remember them fairly well when he read them.
It might be his favourite, but he should really read something else soon.
If I survive this, I need to get myself something to read. I wonder if I'm the only one that brought a book?.

 

[Supah]

Aaron had been scratching down ideas for spells in his leather-bound spellbook for a while now, he was excited originally at the prospect of adventure but was unsure of whether or not he was getting in over his head. He realized he was just writing the same line over and over again and erased it with a gesture. Slamming the book shut he rested his head against the carriage.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Rena had been humming the tune happily along with the Fae brothers, so when they said they would be singing the last few verses, she giggled and added her voice into the mix as well. It was probably a strange sight to see from a passerby. A fully loaded carriage with three Fae on the top of it singing a tune. All while moving towards a possible trap no less.

 

[leon558]

Sorry everybody i got banned because i'm apparently"Diminishing your enjoyment of the RP",and i want to say goodbye to everyone and you've been great RPers and hope you have fun with the RP without me.

(Note:atleast give me a noble death,well a death worthy of a drunken madman who also happens to be a mage.)

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Soreal began developing a migraine as all three of the Fae singing had been going on for another half hour. There was some relief when he heard another voice that wasn't belting out Fae lyrics; it was Drogon, asking about how much longer the trip would be. "Shouldn't be much longer," said Soreal. We should be approaching Straylight river any moment now." Without looking back, he added softly to himself, "...and hopefully an end to the song as well."

Athgar accepted the meat and bread Malyc handed back, hungry and thankless as he bit into the meat and followed with a bite of bread. "Not the best meal I've ever eaten," Athgar said through a half-chewed mouthful of food, "though it sure beats starving."

The Fae brothers were having a merry time, both realizing the nuisance they were becoming to the Aquean driving, but feeling that it was all in good fun. Arborus leaned forward as he began digging through the sack in his lap as he sung and found himself quite fortunate that he had. At the exact moment the nature elemental had a hankering for cashew nuts, a bandit in the line of trees released his hold on the end of an arrow which was nocked to a very tense bowstring. The arrow flew true, though failed to reach its mark which had moved just a fraction of a second before. Both Fae heard the whine of the passing arrow, though only Arborus felt the passing as one of its fletchings brushed the back of his neck. He gasped sharply in surprise and immediately sat upright, scanning for the shooter.

Terrus wasted no time alerting the rest of the wagon's occupants of the attack and shouted loudly, "Ambush!!"

Suddenly, several arrows were being fired from both sides of the road and from the cover of the woods. Many arrows lodged themselves in the sides of the wagon whereas others had passed through the open windows. Acting swiftly, the Fae brothers defended against the first volley of arrows; Terrus's armor plates hardened and he stood beside Rena, deflecting the shafts he could while Arborus sat on the opposite side of her and used his mask as a makeshift shield, getting a couple arrow points lodged into it. Soreal ducked and kept his head low and he whipped the horses with the reins which soon made them increase speed, pulling the wagon faster as they galloped forward.

 

[leon558]

Oh and before i officially go,i wouldl ike to give a message to the great DM that is anthony:

I think you suffered from premature BANNU-ing,don't worrie i heard a lot of male DMs suffer from that.

Another explanation would be that you are constipated.Are you constipated Anthony?

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Spoiler: OOC @leon558

Any more antagonistic behavior towards me or this RP really isn't helping anybody. I had hoped that you would've handled this maturely but it has become apparent that you lack that capacity. Any more posts from you in this thread or any more antagonistic PMs, I will not hesitate to report you to the moderators. You may continue to follow the thread if you'd like, just no more posting. Please.

 

[leon558]

Alright but i'll say one more thing before i go:

A good storyteller does not make for a good DM

 

[staika]

Spoiler: OOC

come now Leon there is no reason to attack mortis for banning you from the RP. He has the power as gm to make that choice and I support any choice he makes. If you continue this behavior in the thread I will get a mod involved so please just stop it.

 

[leon558]

...

 

[leon558]

Alrihgt i'll go.

 

[Malyc]

"Just once, I'd like to get where we're trying to go without someone deciding to take potshots at us" Malyc griped, keeping low to the seat to present as small a target as possible. "Let's just hope they don't target the horses..."

He dared to peek out over the top of the wagon, but had to duck back before he could get a good count as several arrows launched out towards him. "Great. Just great." Malyc cursed, trying to formulate a plan that wouldn't get everyone killed.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Rena was very thankful that the two Fae brothers were protecting her but she didn't think that was needed. Pouting a little bit, she said. "They interrupted our song!" Grumbling, she lifted up a little bit before spreading her arms out to the sides. Almost all at once, a powerful gust of wind came in from all directions. This gust surrounded the carriage, and served to shield them from the arrows. However, she had her limits. "Hurry up Soreal! I can only hold this up for a minute or so!" Looking down at the cart, she asked. "Is anyone hurt?" She hoped no one had been killed by the ambush of arrows. That would have been a pretty pitiful way to die.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

The carriage, now somewhat resembling a large, wooden pincushion was safe from the incoming fire for a moment. Fortunately, most of the passengers, being defended by the hard exterior of the buggy or by other means, went unscathed. However, the same could not be said for the exposed man riding on the rear. Athgar was wounded, an arrow was lodged between his left floating ribs, and he was in a great deal of pain.

"Oh gods, this hurts," Athgar proclaimed through clenched teeth, cluthing the base of the exposed arrow shaft. "My luck certainly seems to have taken a rather poor turn."

"Serves you right for keeping yourself in the open," said the familiar but none too welcome voice of Athgar's lute, its tone condescending and filled with spite.

At the front of the wagon, Soreal heaved a sigh of relief as the volleys had been momentarily ceased and he was once again allowed to keep his focus on the road. As they rounded a slight bend of the road, the large bridge could be seen ahead in a clearing. This came as a comforting revelation, but there was still much of the wooded area to be travelled beforehand.

"Everybody keep your head down," Soreal called to the passengers. "We're almost in the clear! Malyc, see if you can give them a little discouragement with your bow." Soreal didn't really expect his fellow Aquean to hit anything, he just figured it would give them something to consider at the very least.

"Thank ye, Rena," Terrus said to the female Fae. "Arborus, 'ow ye doin' o'er there, mate?"

"Qui'e alrigh'," Arborus replied. "Gorra couple arrows in me mask, but no worries 'ere."

"Tha's just grand. I want ye to get in the buggy, 'tis the safest place to be righ' about now."

"Fine, fine. On me way." The nature elemental quickly gathered both his and his brother's bags and tossed them into the wagon. "Look out below," he called just before releasing them from his grasp and through the window. Soon, the Fae followed his gear and found himself a spot to get comfortable in.

"Rena, I suggest ye do the same. We'll be outta the woods soon enough, but don't exhaust yerself completely," Terrus recommended as he withdrew his sling and pocketed a pebble, then began twirling it in preparation. "Go on, I'll be in righ' after ye."

 

[Malyc]

"Alright, but keep the wagon away from the trees!." Malyc said, smoothly standing up and letting fly at the first bandit he saw. "I wouldn't want to get knocked off this thing. I'd be rather outnumbered given the current situation..."

It was a difficult shot, the speeding wagon combined with the uneven road, so he wasn't very surprised when the arrow flew wide of the mark. The same couldn't be said of the bandit, however, who was so shocked at the sudden appearance of the arrow in the tree next to his head that he backpedaled right over a fallen tree.

Figuring he was out of the fight, at least for the moment, Malyc fired arrow after arrow at the enemy positions. While he didn't do more than injure a few of them, he at least made them keep their heads down for a short time, and every second counted.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Rena was forced to release her barrier of wind after only thirty seconds of coverage. Falling to her knees, she panted a bit before saying to Terrus, who had suggested she take cover. "R-right. I'm out of magic..My bow is broken back at the mountains..I'll be taking cover now." She folded up her wings against her back and carefully climbed into the wagon before asking. "I don't suppose anyone would have something to replenish magic?"

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

The Stavros Bridge is the largest stone bridge, and definitely the largest arched structure in all of Sophisma. It connects both rises in the river valley located in the very center of the kingdom and stretches on for an entire kilometer. The bridge rests atop two equal-sized arches meeting at a large support structure in the middle of the river; both sections span for five-hundred meters and have a breadth of thirty meters. No doubt a majestic show of masonry, it served another, far more important purpose; it was the tether between the two halves of Sophisma, cut by the great divide that is Straylight River. At the middle of the bridge, directly above the support column, sits an outpost defended by dozens of King Antonius's royal guards. All of which were now dead, strewn about with severed limbs and heads, others with gaping holes ripped through their torsos.

The five culprits stood atop the parapet of the outpost, looking out at the approaching wagon which was just a small, slowly growing splotch against the green forest canvas. Each one was eight feet tall and clad in armor of tempered obsidian. Each set of armor was gilded with unique and intricate patterns, ornate with runes of a long-lost language. At the hands and feet of the armor were large, razor-sharp obsidian claws at the ends of large rounded bracers and greaves. The one in the middle motioned to the two on his left, then the two on his right, speaking to them in gruff, blunt vocalizations and fast, sharp clicks.

Almost immediately, both flanks darted over opposite edges with lightning speed and began clambering down the sides of the stone bridge. Fifty meters below, on the west side of the middle support structure and beneath the bridge, they stood outwards with their foot-claws firmly planted into the masonry. They stretched their arms up towards the underside of the bridge and, in unison, their clawed hands were shot upward. Attatched to the base of the clawed hands were obsidian chains which were pulled taut once the claws were embedded into the stone bridge. All at once, the obsidian warriors pulled with full force and the stone around their planted claws began cracking. The cracks grew longer and wider, until the bridge couldn't hold its weight anymore. Most of the western arch came loose from its grounded supports and fell into the river below; stone crumbled and fractured as it fell, hitting the water with a roaring splash then hitting the riverbed with a dull thud.

With the first part of their task completed, the obsidian warriors climbed to the eastern side of the support structure, then crawled up to the underside of the bridge and towards the far end of the eastern arch. The one that stood atop the bridge outpost kept his eyes on the approaching carriage full of the unsuspecting passengers that would surely meet their end. Knowing that the outpost hid the destruction of the western arch, the obsidian warrior darted towards the edge and under the bridge to meet with the others...

Terrus was slinging stones as quick as he could, keeping one side of bandits suppressed while the Aquean up front kept fire on the other. It wasn't long before his sling-stone pouch was emptied as he was forced to make a hasty retreat into the cabin of the carriage. Meanwhile, Soreal was keeping his head low while still managing to keep the horses at top speed as Athgar hung onto the rear of the carriage for dear life.

"How's everybody doing back there?" Soreal called out.

 

[David Bjur]

"I'm alright!" Gnûrlon answered Soreal. He started pulling his metal spears of his back so he could attack their attackers. He quickly poked his head out of the door window to analyze the battlefield. He could atleast see four bandits that were taking aim at the wagon and he decided to aim at them. He pulled back his head, grabbed one of his spears and kicked the door open.
He grabbed the door knob and leaned outside of the wagon, half outside, half inside. He pulled his spear behind him, preparing to throw. A single arrow flew straight past him and into the wagon, and suddenly one of the bandits crouched to avoid Malycs rain of arrows. Gnûrlon decided to throw his spear at the bandit in the middle.
With one motion he threw the spear past his shoulder. The wagon bumped into a rock and all of the companions got caught of guard and lost their balance.
Gnûrlon dropped his spear. It fell. It dug deep into the ground next to the wagon and was several metres behind them in a couple of seconds. Gnûrlon watched in fear as his weapon slowly disappeared out of sight.
The sound of metal breaking caught Gnûrlons ears.
He looked to his right and saw the doors hinges slowly giving away.
A sudden snap was heard, and the door was missing it's higher hinge. Gnûrlon was helplessly hanging outside of the wagon with only a door knob between him and the hard, quckly moving, ground.

 

[Malyc]

Malyc reached for another arrow only to find his quiver empty. REALLY??? He thought, Now is not the time for shit like this to be happening

Just before he could take cover on the bench, though, he noticed Gnurlon hanging out of the wagon, desperately trying to get back inside. Thinking quickly, Malyc dove onto the roof of the wagon, keeping as low as possible to avoid getting hit by enemy archers, who were sure to notice the lack of returning fire. He quickly slid into position and lowered a hand to the helpless dwarf.

"Grab my hand!" He shouted, grunting as an arrow grazed his back. "Quickly, before they kill us both!"

 

[GrimGrimoire]

Frozen by terror, Drogon watched the ambush unfold. It had all gone so fast, and suddenly Athgar had been hit, Rena had gone out of the wagon to protect the party, though only to come back more exhausted when her sweet, saving gusts of wind had disappeared.
And now, Gnûrlon and his host was hanging helplessly from a breaking door.

Luckily, Malyc was giving Gnûrlon a hand, and luckily so, as the deadeye archer most certainly was a lot stronger in his upper body.
"I'm sorry Gnûrlon!", Drogon shouted over the sound of panicking horses and the hissing of arrows close by.
Mustering what powers he could, Drogon conjured a thick layer of ice where the door previously had been. While it was far from unbreakable, it might by him and everyone else inside the wagon some time.
The downside however, was that it made it impossible for Gnûrlon to be dragged back inside that way.

"Rena! I need your help with Athgar here, I think he's bleeding out!". While the bloody and obviously hurting luteplayer was hurtful to even watch, adrenaline and sense of duty helped the cryomancer.

He needed something to stop the bleed with? But what? He could always tear up his robe.
Drogon took a look at his robe, the second most prized object he owned.
Instead, he took out his dagger and cut off a piece of Athgar's shirt.

"It just won't stop!" Drogon shouted to himself, trying to fight the stream of blood leaking from the arrow's entry wound.