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Post by coolyo294 on Nov 8, 2014 7:48:08 GMT
The wounded guard ran at Petor again, yelling in his foreign language. Through the vision slit of his helmet Petor could see fear and pain in his eyes. But in an instant the man's eyes were obscured again as he brought his sword down in a brutal overhead chop that would've split Petor's head had he not brought his greatsword up to block the blow.
Before the guard could recover from his reckless strike, Petor released one hand from the hilt of his sword and used it to grasp the guard's gorget. With one fluid movement Petor cast the guard down and grasped his sword with both hands again, bringing the blade up over his shoulder. His hapless opponent had only a brief moment to plead for mercy in his native tongue before Petor's blade fell and silenced his words in a spray of blood.
"Don't turn your backs on me!" he shouted as he turned to face the two other guards that had charged past him earlier. They had the dranei in a bad spot and Petor could see a gash oozing blood on her back. As one of the guards raised his blade for what surely would have been a killing blow, Petor struck. His blade sliced through flesh and in an instant arm and owner were separated. The guard scarcely had time to look on at his new stump with surprise before shock and blood loss struck him quite dead.
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Post by yumichi on Nov 9, 2014 13:16:45 GMT
Felan heard the Heralds' song. She felt less scared and somewhat light, hope, that was what she felt. That was a long time ago she felt this light and confident. She had almost forgotten what the feeling of hope felt like.
Felan and Bel hid themselves in the shadows when they saw the guards who were still watching the prisoners. Bel and Felan slowly crept closer to the still guarded prisoncells. Felan saw that the guards didn't seem to have keys on their belts. She also didn't hear the sound of clinking keys. She quietly cursed. She turned towards Bel and whispered "the guards don't seem to have keys, what should we do? Kill four of them and let one live to ask where the keys are?"
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Post by Warork on Nov 11, 2014 23:21:55 GMT
The silence of earlier had broken. Now the halls were alight with the sounds of shouting and the echoes of battle. Bel swallowed, his throat dry with excitement. He felt the thrill of it in his veins. It was so different from the weeks of slowly waiting for death to take him that he felt a bit lightheaded. Together, he and the thief woman had gone back to the holding cells and gathered those who had been freed when they had slain the first guard.
"The way is clear." Bel had said hurriedly. "All who do not wish to die here should follow. We will have to fight for our freedom."
And so they had started back down the hall. A desperate band of prisoners now freed, sure, but toothless as they hardly had a weapon amongst them. They turned a corner and down another all lined with cells of prisoners who were now restless at the fronts of their cages as the commotion went on from further into the prison. A few wretched souls saw them and reached out, calling for the aid of their fellow prisoners who had escaped. But Bel was more focused on the end of the hall. Five guards in full armor were heading towards them from the hallway, each alarmed at the sudden cacophony.
Before Bel could line up a dart on them, however, another sound found his ears. The notes of the herald's song filled the halls with a haunting melody and all other noises seemed to die away in supplication to the voice of the Herald. It was the most beautiful thing that Bel had heard...after weeks of torture and neglect...after weeks of his soul aching for the comforts of his home in the forests so many leagues away...The song filled him with hope and all fear was suddenly cast away.
The spell was broken only by the sudden words of the thief woman at his side who reminded him of the peril bearing down upon them. He nodded as he readied his bow.
"That is a decent idea." He said, pulling his bow's string back to his chin as he sighted the arrow down the length of its shaft. "Only one though."
He loosed the arrow at the guard out in front. There was the slightest swooshing as the dart leapt forth though the air. It was followed after but a moment by a sharp clack of the arrowhead colliding with metallic armor. The first guard fell forwards wordlessly, his arms feebly clawing at the feathered shaft protruding from the gap between the man's helmet and neck armor.
Bel took a step forwards, his shadowed form appearing as a phantom of vengeance to the guards. He pulled another arrow from the quiver seamlessly as only a master bowman could and knocked it to the string.
"For the Wooded Realm!" He shouted loudly as he loosed the second arrow into the other four guards.
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Post by admiral9 on Nov 11, 2014 23:59:37 GMT
"Thank you... human.... I would have surely been in a bad place had you not aided me." the draenai replied while regaining her stance. "I wonder how long we can hold them off like this." Istia continued, blood was gushing down from the wound on her back and she could feel the pain, another wave of enemies had begun their charge, she had lost her cool by now and she didn't pay much attention to targetting, she threw a firebolt towards the guards and instead of aiming to slow them down or incapacitate them the firebolt hit the enemy leading the charge straight in the face, fire started to spread down his body from the critical hit, thanks to the cramped space in the hallway some of the other pursuers got slowed down by the burning man infront of them allowing the human that had accompanied her to prepare for the next wave of assailants, I really do wonder if we will survive this, she once more pondered, considering their situation, the only thing that fought her despair was the now clear singing which Istia assumed came from the herald. "We can always give it a shot i guess" she said out loud, not to anyone in particular but most likely in preparation for the continuing combat.
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Post by yumichi on Nov 13, 2014 22:01:42 GMT
Felan watched the wood elf when he shot the first arrow, awesome, that arrow killed that guard almost immediately. She watched the other guards closely when she noticed that Bel was about to shoot another arrow. This is the right moment she thought, just before the woodelf shot the arrow, Felan ran forward as fast as she can without making any sound. She almost reached the guards when she heard Bel shout: "For the Wooded Realm!" The four guards were all looking Bel's way and didn't hear or saw Felan approaching. She saw another guard getting hit by an arrow Bel just shot. That moment Felan jumped with both her swords ready and slashed her blades through the armour and skin of a guard. Alright, three down, two to go, but we need one alive. She thought to herself and ran towards the other two guards.
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Post by Lord Harrab on Nov 15, 2014 10:47:24 GMT
The Torture Chamber and Corridor
The Herald glanced at Garteh disapprovingly when he spoke to her, but allowed the cleric to guide her out into the corridor where the Battelmage and warror were finishing off the last of the guards sent to secure their critical prisoner overwelmed and disharetened, the thig in plate Armour stood no chance and was easily dispatched.
As he fell dead to the blood soaked stones, the herald's voice reached and held a high note that tugged at the hearts of her rescuers and with a sweep of her arms she fell silent, but through the halls the echoes continued mixed in with the sounds of conflict, with a smile, she adjusted her hood and tilted her head slightly, as if enjoying the sounds.
"the Music of Freedom." she said, " i look forward to performing outside these stone walls."
She turned to Petor and bowed, "You seem to be the leader of your band, so i submit to your commands, all i ask is that we be gone from this place soon. I can feel the Veil shifting."
The Cells
Guard A and B: Uninjured. Bel: lightly wounded Felan: uninjured.
the two surviving guards reacted in a way the theif and ranger wouldn't have expected from the thuggish and cruel guards, as over half their number fell to the ambush they didn't curse or panic, instead they drew blades and moved to meet the attackers in silence, one per attacker and longsword held in both hands as they swung.
Felan manged to dodge the strike aimed at her, but Bel felt his opponent's blade slice across his face, missing his eyes but cutting deep into the flesh of his cheek.
the guards movements were mechanical, precise and in a perfect tandem that was rather disturbing to see in men they had assumed to be arrogant thugs.
Even as their attacks were made the guards moved back, blades held defensively and their postures calm and expectant.
The Song has ended, but it effects still persist.
the corridor outside the torture room is somewhat messy, but clear of guards. The Herald will follow the group and help if she can, but is rather weak if attacked directly and carries no weapons.
The guards in the cell block are acting strangely
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Post by yumichi on Nov 15, 2014 22:10:23 GMT
Felan just dodged the attack of one of the surviving guards. Why didn't those guards die yet?! Why did she miss her attack or Bel's attack, how could they have dodged it? Those guards used to be reckless and awful at fighting. Felan looked around a bit nervous and saw that Bel was hit by one of the guards. Felan saw there was blood all over his face, she hoped he still could fight.
Felan looked at the guard who was watching her, the other watched Bel closely. She saw the guards were waiting until she or Bel attacked. Felan sighed and tried to feel hopeful. Then she suddenly ran towards the guard who opposed her and swung her swords, one towards the legs of the guards and with her other sword she was ready to block any attack from the guard.
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Post by coolyo294 on Nov 17, 2014 3:30:40 GMT
Petor's breathing was heavy as he finished off the last of the guards and his muscles ached from swinging his massive sword. Normally a little fight like this one would not do that to him, but months of imprisonment had sapped his strength. The fact that the wounds he received earlier from the duelist had begun to ache again did little to help either.
He rested the flat of his blade against his shoulder as Gareth and the Herald walked into the blood-spattered hallway. Petor bowed his head at the Herald as a sign of respect as she talked.
"Mark my words, we will not linger in this wretched place any longer than necessary. But we must wait for our compatriots to return before we can be off." Petor said.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2014 23:30:04 GMT
"They may be injured." Gareth said, "Someone should go check on them." He glanced at Petor and Istia before continuing, "And between the three of us I'm in the best shape to go help. Stay here, I shall return with the Elf and Child shortly." He finished. Without waiting for a response he turned and walked back towards the cells.
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Post by admiral9 on Nov 23, 2014 10:38:54 GMT
"Well then, isn't this an interesting party." Istia said in an attempt to strike up a conversation. "We got a prideful child, a warrior who cant help but kill anyone who stands in his path, a healer who desperately wants to take the lead, and a battlemage who refuses to murder people, cant say much about the herald or the elf but it wouldn't surprise me if they are equally interesting characters. What do you say, leader? wait that reminds me I don't know your name yet I think, mine is Istia." She hoped the human would at least pick up the conversation instead of just not speaking a word, she never liked the extremely quiet type too much.
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