The Citadel

[Mordereth]

The group turned, now headed by the old man, to face an open door rich with the clashing of steel. The long doors to the throne room. Turning in, and walking down the red carpet lined with pillars, the group proceeded.

They could see three definite lines of fighting with a bit in between.

The heaviest cluster was in front of the king, whom stayed on the high ground and stabbed at any foes foolish enough to successfully by-pass the line. Though that was quite some challenge, as there were at least 17 Royal Guards.

These unknown assailants who'd turned on their own king were quite ferocious, however.

The second line was in the middle of the room, with an equal number of Royal Guards bobbing about in winged helms, as well as black clad men.

However, the line just in front of them consisted of a dozen assailants whom surrounded two Royal Guard's. Back to back, long blades on the end of long shafts dancing ffrom side to side to keep their opponents at bay.

The guard who'd come with them charged forward, with a cry of "For the king!".

Spoiler: OOC

Don't go beyond a wave, but you can kill the guys in the first wave, perhaps with some minor control of the guards.

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

Andrew's head snapped up when he heard the clash of metal on metal, he felt himself going for his blade without conscious control over his body, he didn't wait for the others to join in, he pushed through them with surprising strength, following the guards into the fray. He wasn't use to the blade cutting through human flesh. But he felt empowered as the blade cut through the first assailant's arm, he heard the old man saying something but he couldn't here properly over the clashing all around him.

 

[Berethond]

Odin surged forward and bashed the closest guard with his shield, knocking him to the floor. He turned to the next closest, and blocked the man's sword with his shield, while chopping off his head.

 

[EMFCRACKSHOT]

Martin saw the carnage in the throne room and took careful aim with his bow. In rapid succession he had taken down two of the attackers. The rest of the group had now moved to close for him to use his bow anymore so he drew his sword and charged, screaming as he went.

His sword met the blade one of the attackers and insantly Martin knew he was outclassed. This man was stronger, faster and far more experienced with blades than he was. I have to finish this fast he thought to himself. He kept trying to find an opening but he couldn't. His opponent seemed able to anticipate his every move. It wasn't long before he found himself just trying to stay alive. Every swing of his opponents blade pushed him further and further back, further away from the King.
The man switched to a double handed grip and slashed ferociously at Martin sending him flying to the floor This is it, I'm going to die he kept thinking, terrified of the fate that now awaited him.
As the black clad figure moved to make the final blow, a blade erupted from his chest in a shower of blood. He looked at Martin smiling as his life drained away on the throne room floor.
Martin looked over at his rescuer as he removed the body from his blade. It was one the guard who they had met outside the throne room "You looked like you could use a hand" said the man.
"Nah, I had him just where i wanted" said Martin, still shaking from the encounter. He took the guards extended hand and stood back on his feet "shall we return to the fray?" he asked the guard. With that they moved to join the rest and re-engage their mysterious foe

 

[Mordereth]

With two dead, and three more rendered unable to fight, by the party, the guards took to the butchers work with even more gusto. The blades could not parry fast enough, as spears thrust into them.

Soon, only three black clad men were left alive. All whom had been wounded or otherwise unable to fight and dodge had been stabbed.

The three of them created a circle, madly hacking away at the spears.

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

Andrew watched the circle of guards as he shook, he wasn't sure about the blood lust that overcame him. He took out one of the metal trinkets he had in his pouch and fiddled with it to calm down.

 

[world_of_dragons]

When it was all said and done, Dragon flicked the blood from his blade and sheathed it. He silently regarded the corpses and displaced limbs littering the room: There's a reason he detested war

 

[Mordereth]

The next group loomed ahead, with two of the assailants still on their feet to five guards.

But then, out from the pillars, from behind tapestries, came more black clad men. Two from the left and three from the right. The old man strode forward to the second cluster that had just turned against the favor of the guards.

The three guards with them ran forward.

 

[EMFCRACKSHOT]

"How many of these bastards are there" shouted Martin as he ran towards the newest group of attackers.
He took his sword in a two handed grip and thust up with all his strength into the first of the attackers. The man stood no chance as his insides were ripped apart by the powerful thrust. Pulling his bade free, Martin was drenched by a spray of blood from the man's stomach.
He turned to meet the next man. This time they seemed more evenly matched. Martin slashed left but was neatly parried. His opponent thrust down but Martin blocked it.
Neither man could seem to get around the other man's defences. It seemed this would be a test of stamina. Whoever tired first would die.
Suddely, the black clad man tripped on one of the many bodies that littered the floor. Taking his chance, Martin slashed his blade down on his opponent. The blade smashed through the man's collarbone and cut all the way down to his heart. As he fell to the ground, his body twisted, taking Martin's sword with him.
Knowing he was now next to useless, Martin pulled out his long knife and fell back, waiting for the chance to recover his sword

 

[Mordereth]

Bumpity Bumpity Boo

 

[Time Travelling Toaster]

OOC:Totally forget about this RP actually >.>
IC:
Andrew looked at the figures swarming from everywhere and re-drew his blade before launching himself into the fray. He felt the blade catching the coats and occasionally hitting the flesh under it. He knew he couldn't keep up with Dragon and the Hunters, but he gave it his best and knew some of the men fell by his blade.

 

[blaze96]

Spoiler

{I just found this and I hope there may still be room. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Name:Jack Fletcher
Age:25

Hair Color:Brown
Hair style:Short
Appearance:6'0" 180 lbs. Muscular build with Brown eyes

Weaponry:Iron Longsword,Iron Shield
Items:medicinal herbs, knife
Other:Suit of armor, familial crest necklace

Parents:Father's family served in the Guards since their creation. Mother worked as a warehouse worker.
District:Commons
Occupation:Guard
If this isn't enough information Quote or PM me and I will be happy to elaborate or make changes as needed.}

 

[world_of_dragons]

Dragon thought of reaching for one of his scrolls, but stopped himself once realizing they'd be useless here. Instead his drew his staff and dashed forward, striking from side-to-side, smacking the assailants in the face or temple in the process.

He noticed some movement behind him and twirled the staff while turning around, knocking away an attempt at a back stab, then struck the attacker down the shoulder and across the face, sending him sprawling along the floor.

 

[Berethond]

Odin walked up to the man Dragon had knocked to the floor, and stepped on his throat. There was an audible crack and the man died.

He turned around, parried another man's sword, hi him with his shield, then chopped his leg off.

 

[Bluedemon322]

IC: Luke pulled out his bow and fired twice. Two lethal arrows flew, and two black clad bodies collapsed to the ground. Luke fired once again, and an arrow flew straight towards another one. With a inaudible thump, the body collapsed to the ground.

 

[Mordereth]

Spoiler

{I just found this and I hope there may still be room. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Name:Jack Fletcher
Age:25

Hair Color:Brown
Hair style:Short
Appearance:6'0" 180 lbs. Muscular build with Brown eyes

Weaponry:Iron Longsword,Iron Shield
Items:medicinal herbs, knife
Other:Suit of armor, familial crest necklace

Parents:Father's family served in the Guards since their creation. Mother worked as a warehouse worker.
District:Commons
Occupation:Guard
If this isn't enough information Quote or PM me and I will be happy to elaborate or make changes as needed.}

Spoiler: OOC

Alright, you can join in! Guys sorry for the boring-ness I'll be introducing magic soon which should serve to liven things up. Then we can do some could character building, chatting, some brief battle sequences and then start the whole "Epic Quest" bit.

With the assailants bloodied and strewn about the ground, the party's way was cleared. Now, with more guards coming from the hall, a group of a dozen Royal Guard run forward.

"To the king! To the king!" Only two guards, spears flitting about to slash their ever growing opponents.

The back of the third line lay with their back to them, but there had to be at least thirteen of them.

 

[Berethond]

Odin surged forward like a train. He hit the first man with his shield, the second with his left shoulder, he impaled the third, and then kicked a fourth in the chest. He pulled out his sword, and stabbed one of the men on the ground.

He hit the other with his shield again, they needed at least one still alive.

 

[Mordereth]

Spoiler: User Group?

Should I sign this RP up for a user group? Any ideas pro or con?

 

[Berethond]

Spoiler: OOC

Well, I don't think it would help any. It might hurt posting activity, even. Being as it is less accessible.
On the other hand, It could be better too.

Do whatever you feel is best.

 

[blaze96]

Jack ran into the throne room from the hall, sword drawn and at the ready. Without a word he ran forward into the mayhem already taking place. He slashed the back of one of the black clad men,causing him to fall to the ground. After impaling the man with his sword he continued forward towards the group of men in the center of the room. He continued to fight with his fellow Guardsmen until they reached the group fighting valiantly in the center of the chaos.