Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Skyrunner]

Mina lightly rests the heel of her hand on her face, before speaking again.

"Obviously you go to a court of immaterial, impartial and absolute justice. Ie, a paladin's court. They, iron-rodded stiffbacks they might be, will still probably do a much better job than your lord's biased court. The scale of this conflict shall ensure your case won't be thrown out of court."

[Maxinum McDreich]

(I have GOT to be clearer. I meant the soldiers. However, since this has moved the story, I'm not complaining. We can assume the overshoot put it to the right people or something =v)

Lei relaxed. She had moved things on, as Mina talked about a court of law. Though Lei was not overly familiar with Paladins (she believed them something like holy warriors that went too far), she knew the situation here was well out of hand. This was talk of territory between lords, it was war. On a small scale, but.

Seeing the cloaked figures react to her mental messages, she sighed one of relief. She didn't know what was going to happen, and she knew it could go either way yet. But, to her, it was out of her hands. Too many mental nudges, and she felt like she took away people's freedom, however badly they choose to use that freedom.
Lei decided it was a good time to try out the Pince-Nez. She put them on, looking at the group of soldiers and the 4 cloaked figures as she walked over to them. She stopped at a corpse of one of the redcoated soldiers, and stared, thinking on the man's life and what he may have had.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Lei Senai
HP 31/35
XP: 30

Items: Quarterstaff, Heirloom pendant. Enchanted Pince-nez (?)
Minor Empath. Minor Telepath. Mental Sensitivity. Telekinesis. Mind Mapper.

[Flying Dice]

(I have GOT to be clearer. I meant the soldiers. However, since this has moved the story, I'm not complaining. We can assume the overshoot put it to the right people or something =v)

((Yeah, that's why I've been careful to indicate exactly who I'm talking about with things in the turns; it's too easy to get confused with multiple factions running around if you don't indicate precisely who you mean. Sort of like how a bastard GM would deliberately misinterpret vague statements, except that I'm not doing it intentionally.  ))

[Caellath]

[6] One of the Greenhaven soldiers mentions that they haven't been to a brothel for months, and that he likes the look of you. He offers you a goldpiece to help him sheath his sword.

((Hedric looking girlish is now part of my headcanon.))

Talendir yawned a bit and moved a little closer to watch the developments, getting to a point behind the lines of the remaining soldiers of red, right where the corpses of the stag banner started. If anything, he would at least take a crossbow out of this; he knew longbows took years to master, but a crossbow offered a reliable ranged attack without the need for such training.

In the field of combat, he did not have qualms about looting the dead. When you sometimes fought intervassal wars between bastards who didn't even supply their troops properly, taking your fallen comrades gear was not only seen as a matter of survival, it was also a way of making your companions keep living, in a sort of a way.

Spoiler: Talendir Exomedil - Soldier (click to show/hide)

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 64/75
-MP: 0/0
-EXP: 41
Inventory:
-Broadsword
-Slightly Dented Heater Shield
-Chainmail (soaks 12 damage from mundane attacks, adds +4 damage to electrical effects on you)
-Broken greatlance handle: A beautifully designed and crafted part of a spear/polearm handle, measuring around 5 inches and partly broken. Judging by its sheer resilience, the business end of the weapon it once belonged to was very heavy.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: Slightly tanned skin, honey-colored eyes and pitch-black hair in a ponytail, tied with a small tattered dark red ribbon which can get him some weird looks from anyone who notices it. Tall and strong, with well-defined although not exaggerated muscles. On top of his chainmail he usually wears a long-sleeved black jacket with an equally black vest and brown long-sleeved shirt underneath, plus an extra shirt under the chainmail. His pants are black and so are his resilient boots. Under his clothing, the skin over large areas of his body is riddled with scars, varying in size and shape. His hands are covered in bandages.
Class: Soldier
-Hardened: You take -3 damage from all physical attacks.
-Great Strength: You can use heavy weapons without penalty or increased danger from failures.
-Few Words: You aren’t much for talking with strangers, and are less likely to convince people you don’t know. (-1 to speech/persuasion rolls for strangers)
-Brother/Sisterhood: You bond closely with those around you, and are willing to risk yourself to defend them. (+1 to rolls in which you are acting to protect another party member)
Skills:
-Weaponmaster: You have an incredible depth of knowledge on weaponry, and gain +3 damage to all successful attacks with melee weapons.
-Squire History: You were once a squire for a knight, and can make small repairs to damaged weapons and armor. (+1 to repair rolls for medieval weapons/armor)
Background: Talendir was born to a simple family which desired a better future for its children. Turning into a knight meant having a shot at brighter days by renting your sword and skill to a lord, and because of that their small boy was sent to be a squire at a castle. He learned how to perform repairs in weaponry and armor as well as how to ride a horse, the last one as a hidden activity. The lord of the castle did not care for lowborn assistants nor was willing to allow the knight assigned to Talendir to teach the boy anything but the skills needed to keep the older man's armor clean and his weapons sharp.

Even in an environment were all opportunities seemed to be denied to him, he still strived to fulfill his and his parents' dream, working during the day and practicing whilst all the souls inside the property slept, focusing on melee after getting his ranged warfare capabilities up to a reasonable standard. His abilities grew exponentially as the result of dedication and training, and his self-inflicted crucible to become a knight finally ended at the young age of 16, when his skills with close-combat weaponry had become so unnervingly obvious he managed to soundly defeat a knight and was granted full knighthood by the lord of the castle by sheer interest in using him as a tool for war.

Talendir became known for his ease in wielding extremely weighty weaponry as it was no more complicated than swinging a dagger around, and capitalized on that fame with his heavy set of armor and weapons, usually carrying an enchanted Horseslayer greatlance and a very large steel round shield, both of which had part of his smithing efforts. His happiness would not last long, and he was expelled from knighthood at the age of 17 for reasons unknown during his first campaign. The events of that time caused him to take on a sour and occasionally jaded attitude as well as becoming hostile towards paladins.

He started to work as a mercenary soldier to survive, gaining experience through a couple of years before being attracted by the call for adventurers.

[Dermonster]

"Oh, I'd Imagine it is my bleeding business. It is, in fact, my very bloody business. Right now there's demon blood all over it, plus all of what was produced by 'The incident.' Very soon I'm looking toward a battalion, and then a bloody Lich.

I will ask once more, and then I won't be nice anymore. What the hell did you attack these people for? I will take silence and refusal to answer the question as permission to do things most unpleasant. For you, anyway."

He then noticed the cloaked figures. "Oh and who are you guys? I'm trying to do things here."

HP: 26/30
MP: 23/41

[Spinal_Taper]

Aero does his best to look intimidating for Derms speech.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Aero Tyrious
Class: Winddancer
Stats:
HP:30/30
MP: 20/20 (+2 regen)
Skills:
-Stormborn
Inventory: -1 Demon Bloodstained Spear
-2 Javelins
-1 Half Charm (A small blue-green gem, meant to be the centerpiece for jewelry.)
-1 Chained Metal Rods
-4 Golden Liquid Vials

[borno]

((Sorry if this post is interpreted the wrong way.  ))
Hedric licks his lips, looking at the Greenhaven soldier.
"I'll accept. Have the payment ready after this is over."
He then holds out his hand, accepting the Greenhaven soldier's deal.

[Dermonster]

pffft what

[Caellath]

what is this

i don't even

[Sinpwn]

Sinterous looks up and frowns slightly, before carefully putting away the red scroll and taking out the cornflower blue scroll, not really in the mood for that kind of magic at the moment.

Examine the blue sealed scroll.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

HP: 17/25
MP: 54/66 (3 Regen)
Inventory:
-Floating, runed, metal sphere
-Silver dagger
-Chunk of Daemon Heart
-Daemon Eye
-Daemon Horn
-Orange-Yellow Sealed Scroll
-Cornflower Sealed Scroll
-Rust-Red Sealed Blood Magic Scroll
-Robes
-Wizard Hat

Traits:
-Fungal Symbiote
-Well-Read
-Magical Training
-Weakling

Spells:
-Levitate 4MP
-Sunder 8MP
-Detect Magic 3MP
-Freezing Spray 6MP
-Ember Cloak 15MP

[Skyrunner]

((Sorry if this post is interpreted the wrong way.  ))
Hedric licks his lips, looking at the Greenhaven soldier.
"I'll accept. Have the payment ready after this is over."
He then holds out his hand, accepting the Greenhaven soldier's deal.

what is this

i don't even

pffft what

:c

[Tiruin]

((Sorry if this post is interpreted the wrong way.  ))
Hedric licks his lips, looking at the Greenhaven soldier.
"I'll accept. Have the payment ready after this is over."
He then holds out his hand, accepting the Greenhaven soldier's deal.

what is this

i don't even

pffft what

:c

:C

Wat.

[Spinal_Taper]

((Sorry if this post is interpreted the wrong way.  ))
Hedric licks his lips, looking at the Greenhaven soldier.
"I'll accept. Have the payment ready after this is over."
He then holds out his hand, accepting the Greenhaven soldier's deal.

what is this

i don't even

pffft what

:c

:C

Wat.

I like how this is going. I mean what.

[Tiruin]

((I'm just hoping that the soldier means it literally, that his sword is too rusty and needs to be oiled to be sheathed as a metal weapon...

Edit: Clarity...So much clarity -_- ))

((@Sky: Yep.  ))

[Skyrunner]

((Yes, the man has a rusty sword and it must be oiled to be sheathed. o.O))