The Citadel
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"This is going nowhere. Let's go and see what's going on here" Dragon says and holds his hands behind his waist
Martin laughed at Jame's reply. "The best bows in the world can only shoot 300 yards"
"Right behind you Dragon. Its time we got some answers" said Martin, redying his bow in anticipation of impending action
"Right behind you Dragon. Its time we got some answers" said Martin, redying his bow in anticipation of impending action
With a nod, Dragon once again kicked down the door and exited into the palace halls. The immediate area is devoid of life and from the echoes the hooded fighter and his companions would have to travel further.
Martin saw the six strange men and in quick sucesion fired two arrows at one closest to the guards. He brought up another arrow but as he drew it back, his bow string snapped.
"Shit, James take over" He said
"Shit, James take over" He said
Dragon rushed into the fray, swift as the wind. Those clad in black and guard alike are caught off guard by his sudden appearance, robbing the black clad of their proper reflexes. Dragon drew his daggers from behind his back and their silver blades tore through their flesh with relative ease.
The black clad find themselves unable to put up much resistance after the first blows as Dragon made a point to strike their tendons and wrists.
The black clad find themselves unable to put up much resistance after the first blows as Dragon made a point to strike their tendons and wrists.
Luke, silent as all this happened, was confused. First he was taken from his home for an audience with the king. Then he was dragged into a room with several unknown people. Then, after all this and before he had the chance to do anything, he was in a battle between guards, the other fellows from the room, and a couple of black clad men stupid enough to think that they could not only take on the entire royal guard, but everybody inside the palace who could hold a weapon. And then the fellow called Dragon or whatever the hell- had charged into the fray with daggers. This was why he stayed in the Terrace. At least there you knew what was going on. Luke sighed. Might as well help the guards he thought to himself. Luke pulled out his bow, and took aim at the tall one at the fringe of the battle. With a silent snap the arrow flew straight at him, hitting his sword arm. The man dropped his blade and hit the ground, and Luke was unsure if he was dead or just incapacitated.
Im a bit of a noob when it comes to forum games...hope i did alright
Birras sighed. "Not everything needs to be a show, Dragon." Birras removed the throwing dagger from the back of his neck, took aim at one of the gents in black, and landed the knife square in his throat.
Sorry if that was a bit overpowered of me, I'm not sure wether you want players or yourself (Mordereth) to handle enemy reaction to combat
Odin pulled out his sword, and charged at the closest of the men.
He blocked the man's blade with his shield, and then impaled him up to the hilt on his sword. Odin pulled free his sword and roared like some kind of animal.
<spoiler=OOC>Same as Birras. (See above)
He blocked the man's blade with his shield, and then impaled him up to the hilt on his sword. Odin pulled free his sword and roared like some kind of animal.
<spoiler=OOC>Same as Birras. (See above)
Martin dropped his now useless bow and drew his shortsword. He wasn't skilled with it at all. He hadn't even drawn it since he was 15.
He charged into fightand stabbed the last of the black strangers in the back. He removed his blade from the dead body and watched fascinated as a crimson poolspread from under him.
He moved over to the one he had shot and saw that he was still alive.
"What are you doing here" he aksed, holding the point of his sword above the mans throat
He charged into fightand stabbed the last of the black strangers in the back. He removed his blade from the dead body and watched fascinated as a crimson poolspread from under him.
He moved over to the one he had shot and saw that he was still alive.
"What are you doing here" he aksed, holding the point of his sword above the mans throat
Yeah, it's fine. Minor bad guys like this can be dealt with quickly in your own post, or this'd take even longer than it is 
The man only groaned in agony and tried to roll away from Martin's blade.
Meanwhile, the man whom Luke had shot, sword dropped from lack of use of his arm, tried to run before being stabbed by a Royal Guard.
With only one black clad man left standing, one of the Imperial Guard's smashed his shield into him, sending him flying onto his back. They knocked his sword away and kept him pinned.
"We need to move onto the thrown room, the lot of you, with me!" He turned, running back the way the group had been led. The thrown room couldn't have been more than a minutes sprint away.
The old man had followed them, and, in a surprising change of attitude, strolled through the carnage with his walking stick with an odd calm about him.
Andrew followed quietly behind the group, he could fight, but what the hell were those guys doing here...he was starting to think this Varnished Font was much more valuable than he first thought it was, especially since there was that many willing to fight for it.
Dragon simply nodded and followed. The throne room would offer more room to use a longer weapon. Dragon pulled out his grosse messer and held it in a reverse grip as he dashed to the throne room
MArtin stopped to finish re-strining his bow and knocked an arrow. He moved carefully at the back of the group, fearing an ambush in the throne room.
Luke slung the bow back over his back, retrieved his arrow from the corpse of its victim, and followed the rest of the group cautiously.
Andrew crossed his arms, deep in thought he followed the hunters unaware of how far the throne room was, he had to confront the King about the Font, he now had to know what he was risking his life for.