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[Taricus]

((Wait, what happened?))

[Ochita]

((Wait, what happened?))

((You won, but blacked out as soon as help arrived.))

[Iituem]

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Attack. Keep my shield ready to block him and my sword ready to strike. If that fails the heavy mail should protect me.

(Because Gilgamesh is for all purposes a potent demon, he gets +1 Innate Armour bonus and has 3hp like a player.  Let's make this Fun.)

[6+2 vs 2+2]  Sir Taric charges the demon with sword and shield prepared.  Gilgamesh spears the body on the ground and hurls both spear and body at Sir Taric, but misses - the spear drives itself into the wall, pinning the headless corpse there.  Taric slashes his sword through the demon's belly, spilling the possessed guardsman's intestines everywhere.  [Taric 3hp, Gil 2hp]

Gilgamesh screams and tries to flee [2], but Sir Taric easily keeps pace with him and forces him into another exchange.  Go lengthy writing times...

[2+2 vs 3+2]  Sir Taric raises his shield and thrusts with the sword, but the demon grabs the blade with its free hand and, unheeding of the tendons being severed by the iron blade, yanks the sword to one side.  Gilgamesh brings his own sword down against Taric's shield, the very top of the blade scoring a wound on Taric's forehead and forcing him to the ground.  [Taric 2hp, Gil 2hp]

Because Taric has lost a bout, Gilgamesh has enough time to leap to a rooftop and sprint away over the tiles.

The Grand Master was all but flabbergasted at the events that had transpired. This child mage had not only brought a powerful demon that could have harmed his King, but he couldn't even control the bloody thing. Before he could react the demon had thrown itself and the guard it inhabited through the window, into the courtyard below.

Seeing that an entire platoon of guards were descending on the foolish boy summoner, The Grand Master decided the best use of his sword arm would be to help track down that demon before it caused more harm to the innocent citizens of Sheepstead.

“I shall follow that cursed beast, My liege!” He shouted at the King. His Sergeants would stay behind and ensure the Erik's safety, though he had no doubt about his abilities when compared to a single boy. He cursed lightly under his breathe as he ran out of the hall, praying for strength as he made for the ornate staircases of the palace. By the blood curdling screams he heard in the courtyard the demon was making short work of anyone and everyone who stood in his path (Or nearby it). He huffed in deep breathes as he raced down the stairs as quickly as he could, his legs protesting as he happened into the courtyard to see the trail of gore and destruction.

He hoped he would find the creature soon before it could cause too much more damage.

Try to follow the path of destruction and help contain, kill or drive off the beast.

You follow the trail of blood and bodies, soon finding yourself in the twisting back streets of Sheepstead.  [2]  You are soon enough very lost, both yourself and the trail, [4] but hear the scrabbling on the roof tiles in time to look up.  You dive for safety as the guardsman pounces from the roof, his eviscerated bowels trailing after him like loose cordage.

[2+2 vs 6+2]  Your heavy armour slows you down as you try to evade the creature and it tackles you to the ground, rolling with you and clawing at your face with nails and fingers, some of whose ends have been cut off by a sword and left exposed sharp bone.  You sustain several deep scores to the face.  [Black 2hp, Gil 2hp]

[3+2 vs 2+2]  You manage to roll to the side and grasp your fallen sword, bringing it up to guard you.  The blade slices through the demon's borrowed face such that it reels back, blood flowing freely from the severed nose and ruined lips and cheek.  Its screams combine with the horrible snorting of mucous to produce a truly unholy sound.  [Black 2hp, Gil 1hp]

[3]  The demon leaps to its feet and starts fleeing.  You follow, but the chase takes you further through the streets.  [2]  You are able to keep pace with the creature, barely, but not able to reach it before the demon comes across another victim.

Run after the screams and destruction?

You run blindly into the city back alleys, following the screams.  [4]  You pass ruined shreds of intestine hanging from rooftops, then a headless body impaled against a wall.  You think you catch sight of an armoured figure with a head wound as you chase after the unearthly screams, but do not have time to address him.  You find yourself running down one street when a nightmarish figure, a man with half a face, disembowelled and with numerous mortal wounds, runs towards you.  He launches into a leap, claw-like fingers extended.

[5 vs 2+2]  You react without thinking, ducking and rolling.  The demon launches past you and falls gracelessly into the street.  Seizing the opportunity you grab the hideous beast by the remnants of the head and bash it against the hard stone pavers before it can react.  You beat the creature's head into the ground again and again until it shatters in your hands.

The guardsman's body lies still at last.

Gilgamesh has been vanquished.

Edit:  Spoilered/ignored because thatkid's battle takes precedence, with virtually the same conclusion.  Take that one as canon.

[Taricus]

((Ah. I thought I got possesed. VICTORY IS MINE, And I'm probably going to get a paladinship if I survive thanks to the cyclists

EDIT: Nevermind this edit.))

[Ochita]

((Yeah, I'll just take it that my character got there just as soon as the battle ended.))

[Iituem]

Awesome.  Out for the night, sleepy.  Will aim to deal with rolls I've missed tomorrow.

[thatkid]

OOC:
Your armor was dented and your side bruised. You then stabbed the beast, and lost hold of your sword. Upon stabbing the creature, you took a grievous wound to your side. As a last ditch effort, you smashed your shield into the guardsman's face before grabbing up the falling spear and stabbing it through the heart. This either banished the demon inside, or outright killed it. There was a lot of magical kick-back, in any case.
You then passed out from your injuries just as Grand Master Black and a group of guards found you.

In other news, Trubaldsome has all of the sixes. All of them.


The King allows the General to say his piece, though the guards apprehend him regardless. He listens intently to Kaguro's rebuttal (3), and then to Lord Trubaldsome's own response (6).

The King then began to raise a hand to silence the room, first his sword hand, though he quickly and shamefully dropped it to his side, and then his shield hand. "I, too, have had to slay women in course of battle. I would not idly murder any innocent, however, and nor would Kaguro, I am sure." he paused then, and, gritting his teeth, turned to the Lord from Miring. "I find your tale suspect, Lord Trubaldsome. Erika was frightened even to speak to me of these affairs, and it would seem that you have been in your own fair share of dirty work. I find it curious that you would attempt to have Kaguro's man silenced by one of your own. More-so than the fact that you are the only person Erika was initially willing to confide in."
He paused once more to study Trubaldsome and Kaguro, and then continued "Did Erika provided you with details of when, and where, these events took place?"

[Knave]

(( Paladin eh? I think that can be arranged! ))

As Knavston hurried through the streets, a squad of guards trailed him. Panicked peasants pointed in fear in the direction that the possessed guard had fled. Black nearly careened into two dumbfounded drinkers who had stumbled out of tavern, no doubt drawn by all the screaming wanting to see what was a foot with their own eyes. “By order of the Church and King, stay in your homes!” he bellowed furiously as he ran, hoping he would be able to catch the demon.

The sound of battle made him stop. Nearby he heard the sickening sound of spear passing through flesh and the howl of a godless creature. Rounding the corner he saw both the creature and what looked to be Sir Taric fall to the ground.

“Sir Taric!” He cried aloud, no longer paying any heed to his tired body's protests as he ran to the fallen knight's side. “Fetch the nearest healers, and be quick about it!” He commanded to no guard in particular, as he knelt beside him, checking his pulse. “He's badly hurt!”

He glanced over at the ruined corpse of the guardsman, he would take no chances with this vile creature. Standing as quickly as he knelt, he  Lifted his sword and went to decapitate the demon's host. “We must burn this body. We must not leave anything to chance.”

Destroy the guard's body with fire and ensure Sir Taric gets a healer.

[Ochita]

And on another street, the figure rushes into the scene. He takes in the information quickly. "Ah, sir! We can use my cloak for bandaging until the healers get here!" The man tears his cloak into strips, and uses them to bandage the wounded man.

Tear my cloak,and use it to bandage the wounded man.

[Taricus]

((Alright, just as long as I end up with some money left after church tithes and taxes for the crown. And hopefully no chastity vows :3))

[Little]

Drua finishes washing her bloody hands, fresh from giving the King a dose of home-made herbs mixed with strong alcohol. She lets out a long, harsh, sigh, bag of supplies still waiting to be packed. As she finishes washing up, a servant bursts into her room. She wheels around, fury lighting her eyes like a wildfire at her privacy being invaded. She softens as soon as she sees the look of abject terror on the boy's face.

"Dr-Drua! A demon has nearly killed Sir Taric!"

Drua curses violently and quickly crams a fresh set of bandages into her bag, slamming it shut and running out of her apartment. She sprints down the street, following the path of destruction, to find Grand Master Knavston preparing a pyre and Sir Taric being held up by three passer-by. She shoves her way past a man tearing a cloak into what looked like the worst attempt she'd ever seen to make bandages and kneels down beside Taric, determination set into her face. His wounds looked pretty bad. She opens her bag and begins to lay out various herbs: one to stop bleeding, one for pain, one for the bandages to have a balming effect, a lot of bandages...This was going to be a mess, but she wasn't a damn good alchemist and healer for nothing.

Heal Sir Taric.

[Taricus]

((What really cracks me up is everyone is giving me medical attention rather than the king ))

[thatkid]

(Mahtan: 3) Since you put the ballista together, you have no trouble taking it apart.

(Pompulion: 3) The plains are empty as far as the eye can see. The grass is thin and dead, and the wind seems to cry out in mourning as it passes through two nearby rocks. It could be that you stand on unhallow ground, or it could be that you're letting old hearth-side stories and the superstitions of the weylanders get to you.

As you stand gazing into the horizon and thinking of these things, a hunting call sounds in the distance.
It occurs to you that, while this land is no good for domestic grazing, a number of wild animals live in the area and several small, primitive tribes likely live a meager existence hunting whatever they might come across -- including people. Called the "Dead Plains" by the Weylanders, the tribes people prefer to simply call it "The Plains". ((There is probably a more academic name for it that you'd find on maps and the like. Since you originally came up with the idea of this place, you're free to choose what that name might be.))

To your left, the Dead Plains spread out for a time but far off in the distance you can see the beginnings of the Weyburn Highlands.

(Ochita) The Hooded Figure is granted an audience, though some days after the events with the mage. By this time, the King is well enough to sit the throne once more.

(Kain 2-2) Without expending any ducats on the process, you're barely able to erect basic shelter for your settlers. Almost nobody is willing to move in to the area, and it remains desolate.

(Black 5) A burning lamp hangs in the doorway of a nearby building. You quickly grab it and smash it over the guard's corpse. The flames take to the body like a fish to water, and within moments naught is left but ash.
(Figure 5) Your cloak makes for a fine bandage, and soon the Knight's wounds are firmly bandaged. While the bleeding hasn't completely stopped, he's definitely going to be alright now.
(Drua 1) By the time you arrive, Sir Taric the Just has already been firmly bandaged and stabilized. You take out your herbs, and move the bandages aside to administer them. However, in your haste you took the wrong bag -- whatever herbs you took, these have only caused the bleeding to begin again and the wound to become inflamed. (6) Luckily, you're able to make an on-the-spot antidote, though it would appear Taric is allergic to the mixture you used as the wound is now swelling and he has broken out in hives.

As soon as the King is well, several soldiers are sent out to find the Hatcuri so that Erik might speak with him -- Unless the Chronicler remains in the court/involves himself on his own and this isn't necessary.
E: Erik also will call on Drua and, if he can be found, Mahtan for a private meeting some days after the battle in the throne room.

[Taricus]

"...Damn...Alchemists..." Rest for a while.

[Little]

Drua curses and looks at her bag. How stupid!

Try to undo the damage!