Noer 577 Share Posted April 22, 2015 DISCLAIMER: All of the things in this post happened in rp, if it sounds like Powergaming its because we rolled instead of just emoted. When I killed the orc, he rolled a 1/20 and I a 20/20. Asgoslav Hunyadi the First was a name of controversy in his day, some believing him to be a loyal soldier, others believing him to be a insane brute, others a holy inquisitor. Before he was called these things, he was but someone who did what he was told. Asgoslav woke up in the middle of a cold sweat, coughing up blood from his lungs. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, the cold night air leaking into his abode. He felt the stinging coal dust in his lungs, pain erupting in his body. He had these attacks frequently now, spouts of coughing that foreshadowed his eventual demise. He heard the crying of his Grandson, Janos II Hunyadi. The poor soul's father had died in the on the battlefield, a sword in hand. Today was the day that his life's work, from Anthos to Athera, paid off. He rose at the crack of dawn, walking up to Guy de Bar's keep. He knocked on the door, a loud and deafening thud erupting from the cold pine. As an Amyas bannerman opened the door, he fell forward, experiencing yet another attack from the coal in his lungs. At the feet of the Hunyadi's last hope, he showed his true weakness. "My.... *hck!* Lord....." He says, recovering from the fit, wiping blood off his mouth. "I have come here today, to ask for my payment for the service I have provided for this great kingdom. For many years I served your liege, and now my services have poisoned my lungs with coal. My son, he died in battle, and now his son, Janos II....." And so the generous guy said "Say no more, old friend, I shall care for young Janos.... Now you must say goodbye to this world that you have lived in for half a century. Godspeed, Asgoslav." Asgoslav approached the red rose tavern, covered in chain mail and steel plate. This would be his final crusade against the heathens who inhabit this cesspool of filth, he thought to himself. This, this would be his final stand against those who look at the creator as fictional, and delve into magic. Asgoslav took out his bow, kneeling before the tavern. He whispered a prayer, saying "O' Godan, O' creator, may you grant mercy on my soul. I have lived a life ridding the world of your foes, and have had kin and they have had their own. Now, my son is dead, and I must join him before I fade away into nothing like a common peasant." He arises, notching an arrow into his bow, pulling it back as he walks into the tavern. First, Asgoslav notices a heretical Lich. He releases the arrow, letting it fly into the creature's chest. Next, he spots an accursed Elf, and he lets another fly. He grabs a dark elf, piercing her stomach with a dagger. The next moments are a blur, even more so than the massacre before. Two dwarves and an Orc chase him up the stairs of the tavern, and Asgoslav releases one more arrow towards them. The Arrow slams into the wall besides them, sealing his fate. The First dwarf charges, impaling him through the right shoulder. Asgoslav takes the dagger in his other hand, stabbing him in the eye as the bastard falls backwards. He yanks out the blade, letting it fall to the ground as he takes out his own, a true longsword. He puts his dagger back into its sheathe, lunging forward once more at the first dwarf, stabbing him through the arm. The next dwarf comes, and Asgoslavs feels him slice open his cheek with his own blade. The dwarf continues to assail him, pounding him again and again. Without any hope in sight, Asgoslav finally parries the blade, knocking the dwarf off balance as he finally, with a mighty swing cleaves off the dwarf's hand. Now bleeding all over, the two dwarves lick their wounds, regaining their composure as the orc charges him with a carbarum Hoe. Asgsoslav, with a mighty blow, splits the tool in two, and kicks the orc to the ground. The Second dwarf returns, slamming into him with a mighty thud, crushing his ribs with a disturbing crack. Asgoslav flails about, dagger now in hand and his sword by his feet, lunging for the dwarf's body on top of his. The Dwarf gets up, nursing his stump, and walks over to his other dwarven friend, covering his lack of an eye. The Orc attempts to finish him off, but instead Asgoslav slams the dagger into the massive, hulking Orc's foot. Asgoslav watches him hold his foot in pain ripping out the dagger. He smiles, barely able to move as blood pours from his wounds. With one last effort the Orc slams his goot foot towards the face of this once great soldier, but this is not the death that Asgoslav deserves, at the hands of a beast! And so, in a fit of pure adrenaline, Asgoslav grabs the foot of the orc, yanking it aside, the hulking beast falling to the floor with a thud. Asgoslav picks up his sword, slicing open the throat of the savage with one fell swoop. With one last effort, he hauls himself over to a carpet, his blood staining the floors. He smiles, the bodies of an Orc, two elves, and a lich on the establishments floors. "They will sing songs of this.... one day." And so he lay there, singing a song, his body losing more and more blood by the minute. "And who, are you, the proud elf said, that I must bow so low? Only, a Rose, of a different coat, that's all the truth I know.... A coat, of Red, a coat of - white..... A rose... Still has its thorns.... And mine.... are long... and.. sharp... my lord... As- *Hck!* long, and sharp, as yours...." And as the last line of the verse is sung, he feels his lungs finally fail, his death now seconds away... he says one last phrase: "One can only hope... that every action he made he did on his own accord, and not swayed by the will of those above him. That is why I never hoped." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
meg 1994 Share Posted April 22, 2015 ((if it makes you feel any better my frostie ended up with the corpse. :^))) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noer 577 Author Share Posted April 22, 2015 ((if it makes you feel any better my frostie ended up with the corpse. :^))) When Janos II comes of age he will personally burn you at the stake. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rig 17591 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Rom Visconti 'The Hound' hears the news and lets free an audible sigh, "A shame, to say the least." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Demagol rolls his now reattached hand, saying "Was'ah goo' fiogh'. Mos' stark 'umri nee' tu' die anehway, ah dangeh tu' t'e societeh." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Noer 577 Author Share Posted April 22, 2015 Demagol rolls his now reattached hand, saying "Was'ah goo' fiogh'. Mos' stark 'umri nee' tu' die anehway, ah dangeh tu' t'e societeh." (( The clerical **** was so stupid, it would've been better if you just lost the hand. It really ruined the rp for me.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cracker 4570 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Daniel looks to Bishop Humbert "It seems Asgoslav is in critical condition." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DelaneyG 1279 Share Posted April 22, 2015 ((I thought limbs couldn't be attached with clerical magic. Good read, anyhow!)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Reuben Stanton, a loyal lad, slams his clenched fist brutishly on the oaken table he leans on, nostrils flaring out of anger before he'd suddenly grow a solemn expression on his face, mumbling under his breath, "Who the **** was this guy again?" 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Haribo 385 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Daniel looks to Bishop Humbert "It seems Asgoslav is in critical condition. Humbert nods. "Noah.. that bastard." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ausbrig renegade 238 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Paul Saraliew hears of the death and says "Who?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ThumperJack 927 Share Posted April 22, 2015 ((Ehm..I actually quite like my hand. I mean, I honestly enjoyed the rp, but not to the point of when I'd rply lose my hand forever. Thats a no-no in my book.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NTE_Killer4life 52 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Dulgar Doomforged chuckles to himself, remembering the fight well. "Los' an eye bot ah feckin s'owed 'im 'ow weh duumforged foight!" He grins beneath his helmet, his right eye disfigured. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
meg 1994 Share Posted April 22, 2015 Lumia huffs, dropping the body near the base of a tree in the forest. She tilts her head, mumbling "Wonder what caused this poor sod to get in such a fight." She chuckles, kneeling down next to it with her knife, "Suprised they just let me walk out with it." When Janos II comes of age he will personally burn you at the stake. (( Not like he'd know. :^) In terms of the magic, the cleric would not have been able to attach the hand in that short of of time with only the magic and have it function. He would have had to go to the monks for that.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
lawnmowerman 3040 Share Posted April 22, 2015 After overhearing news of the fallen man's bravery in battles against dwarves and lesser races, Reuben pounds his clenched fist onto his battered chestplate, muttering under his breath "Powerful!" ((This is an RP post, folks, keep it like that instead of the OOC, if you've got a problem or something, PM each other.)) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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