Wrong Place, Wrong Time [Rp Retelling]

[ChainedDragons 1374]

[Please take note that these events have already taken place and only those present are aware of these events; thank you and enjoy your reading]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

 

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Somewhere on the surface of Aevos…

 

Was today a rough one? Not necessarily. He had gone on a hunt with his family. It had been some time since his family got together for such an activity. Even some of the Weiss tagged along. Yet Sergey still felt that lack of satisfaction of fulfillment. He still felt empty. Unhappy. Why? The young Othaman had hoped riding through the land to let his thoughts run their course would help put him at ease. Little did he know of the scene he would stumble onto between the slopes of Lemon Hill and Alba.

 

Antivo, Sergey’s horse, came flying across the bridge only for Sergey to dig his heels into the animal's side. “Whoa- whoa!” Sergey skids his horse to a stop seeing the swarm of horses on the other side along with some on the bridge. “Oh shit-” That swarm of horses and men across the bridge stood before the city gates of Alba.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would begin to load a crossbow as he begins to back his horse up as he loads his crossbow. “Hold ‘er there folks. No bloodshed needed tonight, no?” As he trains the crossbow at George as he did so, a man located on the bridge before Sergey. An armored man was there too, bearing a shield. The exit before all of them was blocked off by two horsemen. 

 

John Oren cackles, “Hehehe!” He rears his horse and trots some eight meters back as he knocks an arrow into the bow. “Surrender now ye swine, lest thou art to be turned into a pin cushion!!”

 

Vincenzo Varoche, “Step forward!” 

Aaron Wisdomseeker, “VOM TAG AT PIKE!” 

Fronk Chud Eater, “NOOOOOOOOO THEY NOT GIVE SHINIES! FRONK WANTS SHINIES! FRONK WANTS MUNCHIES!”

 

So much shouting, chaos. The Othaman blinks, for a moment finding himself at his first major battle once more, malflame raining from the heavens as Darkspawn and Demons surged towards him. Blinking he found himself back on the bridge, a battle waging before him. Sergey begins to back up his old horse, not wanting any part of this huge fight. He was just out for a ride to clear his thoughts for Goddans sake! 

 

George of Dover stepped behind Raynard and his shield “I have no mina on my person.” He called out to the bandits, crouched behind the soldier. Raynard took a step forward, the shield raised to the pair of bandits before him.

 

Felix Dracon III, “ON YOUR WORD.”

Father Yellava read a sermon in the background, “ The Lord is the Lord GOD without peer, but you have failed in your defense of His word. Indeed, your own brothers mingle the word of lesser beings among His, and lapse in His commands for favor of new and foreign ways. This is a sin of great heedlessness, for the Word of GOD lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot. Whatever the Lord GOD spoke, the Lord GOD spoke indeed. His word is not abrogated, never annulled.”

 

Arrows snapped through the air amidst the preaching, men and women lunging at each other on horseback.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would shoot his crossbow towards Raynard with a laugh as he continued backing up the arrow would be aimed towards his head as he would begin to look around slightly in hopes of a more interesting target.

 

What are you doing Sergey? You can’t leave. They’ll die.

Sergey looks back at the two stragglers on the bridge before looking back over his shoulder. He could easily get away. Maybe they could too.. But a bit more help could be needed. Letting out a sigh he clicks his tongue moving his horse forward. “Hide behind the horse- I'll back us up to safety!” He would shout to George and the warrior defending him.

 

Vincenzo Varoche’s voice bellows across the battlegrounds, “Advance,” 

Fronk Chud Eater, “ME TAKE ALL THINGIES! ALL SHINIES!” Fronk screamed in an immature and un-tempered anger. 

Aaron Wisdomseeker cries, “FOOOOOOOORWAAAAARD!” 

 

Raynard's raised shield took both the hand-crossbow and the short bow, it’s integrity greatly diminished because of this. As Sergey called out, the soldier took steps back, making way for the rider's horse to provide  him and George cover.

 

Father Yellava continues to read, un-phased by the chaos unfolding around him, “The Lord GOD is the Lord GOD without peer, but you sons of Godwin give Him a vulgar and worldly name, and ascribe to Him many partners.”

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would yet knock another arrow as he sees the man retreat behind the horse. “THEY'RE COWARDS BOYS! LAY ON EM!” He would shout as he would hold his crossbow and continue to keep it trained on the figures.

 

Father Yellava closes the book on this note, and prepares to offer final prayers for the dead, “So I find that professing yourselves to be wise, you have made yourselves fools.”

 

Sergey had faith in the iron armor coating Antivo’s hide and moved the animal to block the men entirely, looking onward at the bandits. Frowning he presses a button on his face, activating his new amaii eye to search for mana on their persons. This would be the christening of the mechanics freshly installed in his face just a saints day ago for battle. He prayed they helped.

 

John Oren trotted forward, after hearing the clank of his previous arrow land upon the bridge soldier's shield. “Oh what is this? hehehe…” He cackled as he noticed the horse pull up to guard the two on the bridge, a new formation for him to challenge. He notched another arrow.

 

George of Dover too stepped behind the horse and crouched by the railing of the bridge. He began to examine his surroundings with a weary expression, his sword held out in front of him defensively.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would aim his crossbow at the war horse's exposed ankles. Hopefully his shot would ring true. Mentally, Mitch prayed that there would be a chain of the man falling down along with his mount. He would chuckle at his plan.

 

Sergey wouldn't see anything magical on the bandit’s persons - except for the bolt flying forward. Shit- THE ANKLES! Sergey quickly jumped off his horse as Antivo tumbled downward, screeching. “You ****!” Sergey snaps, his beloved steed of many years injured. He gets up and goes to draw his sword. Antivos body was still very alive and provided an effective shield from arrows for the men behind his body. Except the horse's body was now blocking the bridge. He was unable to get up, and likely wouldn’t be able to do so ever again. Sergey was pissed.

 

Vincenzo Varoche, “Continue forward!” 

Robert MacBeth, “THEY'VE TRAPPED THEIR OWN MEN OUTSIDE! SLAUGHTER 'EM BOYS!” Robert hollered as he moved to knock another arrow whilst spurring his horse to the side to get a better angle at his targets.

John Oren, “Yes! Continue forth!! HAHAHAHA!” He cackled.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would begin to load yet another arrow as he backs up slightly. The rush of battle kept him chuckling as he pointed the loaded crossbow at Sergey's head. “NOT AN INCH FURTHER OR GET HIT!” He would shout a warning.

 

Raynard crouched low behind the fallen steed - the man began to think. Once Sergey moved, he would push forward.

 

Sergey scowls, drawing his sword. “We shall see about that!” He would charge forward, keeping in front of the bandits' horse. It should be harder to shoot him the closer he got but he needed to move quickly!

 

Voices continued to ring out in the background. Aaron Wisdomseeker, “KEEP CLOSE!”

Vincenzo Varoche lifted a fist into the air, “Death to the bandits!” His words were cut short as he gasped. John's arrow landed right into the man's torso, along his left shoulder.

Fronk Chud Eater, “HEHEHEHEHE ME HUNGY ME EAT!” 

 

Raynard began to push forward with his shield raised as soon as Sergey charged. He had to advance. George of Dover meanwhile started running down the bridge, towards Lemon hill.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would finally move off to the side with a barking laugh, “FOOLS THE LOT OF YA!” He says as he would move his horse Sergey’s right, finally letting loose his bolt towards the side of the haensei man's exposed head.

 

Barrius Black would kick the side of his horse closing in on Luciana trampling over Galladan “Where are YOU GOING, Blood or Coin Lass” he demanded sadistically.

Robert MacBeth, “Y'damn Alban pretenders!”

John Oren cackled like a mad man,  “Kahahahhahahaahah!” He laughed some more, fore' delving into a coughing fit as he put another arrow unto bowstring, beginning to take aim once more as he maneuvered. “SLAY THEM ALL!! SHOW NO MERCY!!”

Vincenzo Varoche, “We have the Count!” 

 

Sergey watched the horse move right and ducked his head, grimacing as the bolt slashed past the back of his neck. “****!” He could feel the blood running down his nape. His charge was forced to stifle itself as he turned with a stagger. Had he not been paying attention he would have been on the ground by now. Gritting his teeth, Sergey was determined to get to the rider. Get him off that horse! His mind screamed.

 

Barrius Black coughs, “Right, Know your place.”

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would load yet another crossbow bolt before making up his mind. **** it. Mitch forces his armored horse forward to mow down Sergey in the hopes of knocking the man to the ground. Sergey was growing annoyed with the constant mix of screaming and bandit laughter.

 

Fronk Chud Eater screams “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH EVIL DOODERS NO CAN HAVE SHINIES! WE GOOD PEOPLE WIN! NO BAD PEOPLE!”

John Oren, “TURN NOT THY BACK ON I SWINE!!” 

 

Sergey cried out as he was promptly run over by the animal, large hooves crashing down on his chest, gut, and shoulders. He could feel things within him break and move out of place. This was bad. The people at the gate were falling back- he needed to get away. Even if it was on foot. The haensei man forced himself to roll off the road out of the horse's reach, trying to get to lower ground though he remained prone.

 

Raynard continued to advance with his shield raised, watching his newfound ally being trampled. He had to distract Mitch, allow the haensei to get away. “Over there!”

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would quickly ride after Sergey, not willing to let a target get away just to come back. He fires towards the head of the unprotected soldier, as he would attempt to get out of range of the knight advancing towards him.

 

Sergey felt a sharp pain smack into his face causing his head to be knocked back. The bolt had found its mark. To Mitch’s surprise, Sergey’s head would slowly come back up. The bolt had collided into the amaii metal of his face, causing some serious damage. His new eye rolled trying to orient itself as the mechanics in his jaw went haywire, moving parts of his jaw involuntarily. Yeah time to go. Sergey proceeded to roll himself down the hill to get away. He looked to the side, seeing a crawl space in the bridge. Sergey groans, forcing himself to crawl under the bridge when he finds standing up not being a great option. He wanted to fight but he could barely move. He needed to get out of sight for the time being. 

Coward. His mind sneered at himself. 

 

Raynard stepped into Mitch's line-of-sight, shield raised. “Here here!” The knight barked, his brow creased with a bitter anger towards his home invader.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would once more merely say “meh” as he would load yet another crossbow bolt. As he did so he would plow straight into the shield of Raynard with his horse, in hopes of knocking him to the ground to join his injured comrade.

 

John Oren cried, “GRAHHHH!! The Albian wall hath been broken!! Finish them off!” 

 

Raynard dove under the tree as Mitch's repeated horse charge tactic came for him. As the warrior dove - the man was met with a face full of dirt. “Gah . . !” He groaned, sputtering dirt out of his mouth, somewhat disoriented.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon tailed after Raynard, firing towards what he believed to be the exposed gut of the figure under the tree with what little sight he had left of the man. “RUN LIKE THE COWERDS y'all ARE!” He would say as he fires away.

 

Sergey wheezed as he laid under the cover of the bridge, his body screaming at him. Quickly he'd tear some fabric from his under shirt, using it to try and stifle the bleeding to the back of his neck. There was a blood trail from him crawling into hiding.

Get back out there. Fight! FIGHT!

 

Fronk Chud Eatershouted, “HEHEHEHEHE SHOOTY STICK HIT EVIL DOODER!” 

 

Raynard was laying on belly and the gut shot was actually a hit into his fleshly back. The gambeson he wore mitigated some of the force, but the bolt was still embedded into the flesh! “Ah!” Raynard cried out from the impact, beginning to try and crawl further under the tree for cover.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon’s eyes trailed Raynard though spotted a blood trail leading under the bridge. Drawing his dagger from the front of his crossbow as he would continue to watch the man crawl before swinging around to the bridge's side. Sergey shouts in surprise as a dagger grabs the wood inches from his head, causing him to crawl further into the bridge. “Fucker-” He wheezed, gripping his gut as he tried to get behind some structure - putting distance between him and Mitch. “Aww..yer really in there..” Mitch hissed, a twisted grin under his mask. 
 

Felix Dracon III pleads, “please spare me I give ya wat ya want I ny wish to die t'day.”

The Black Mamba, “Get 'is hat!”

Noting that his prey wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would begin to load his crossbow, turning back. He scans the tree line in hopes of finding the knight and finishing the fight. 

 

Fronk Chud Eater, “GO STOOPID DOGGY! GO CRUSH CRUSH EVIL STOOPID MAN! BONE GONNA GO CRUNCH CRUNCH!”

 

Sergey tries to shout to the wounded man who had valiantly protected him with his shield. “Watch out, he's coming back!” He presses himself against the wooden post holding the bridge up, groaning in pain. Talking hurt- the mechanics in his jaw were fucked. He could feel twisted metal cutting into his mouth inside and out. 

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon kicks his horse to move to the side as he finally catches sight of Raynard crawling to freedom. Tutting the man, he raises the crossbow towards the knight, firing a bolt towards his back.

 

John Oren hissed, “BAH!! Lucky bastard! Or maybe not! HEHAHAHAHH!”

 

The bolt would lodge itself into Raynard’s back as he crawled “Ugh!” He'd gasp out, feeling bolt scrape against bone.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon maneuvers his steed to trample Raynard so that he may not move anymore. “SURRENDER OR DIE!” He'd shout as he pointed the dagger downward at the knight. 

 

Fronk Chud Eater wails, “NOOOOOOOO DOGGY!”  

 

Sergey watched and winced at the armored man being trampled into the dirt. He lays down, wheezing in his hiding spot. He felt like a coward laying here.. But what else could he do? He was useless. Sergey could hear Petyr hissing those scathing words in his mind all over again. 

“You mess up everything you touch! Stay away from us!”

 

“What?” Raynard murmured painfully as he was trampled, half turning his head to view the man above him. Blood ran from his nose. His body ached too much to move any longer.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon presses a loaded crossbow to the knights head. “DO YOU YIELD? DROP YER WEAPONS!”

 

Sergey Othaman, “LEAVE THE POOR BASTARD ALONE VY HAVE TRAMPLED THE FUCKER!” Sergey manages to shout though there was definitely pain ridden in his voice from under the bridge.

 

In the distance Sergey could hear Fronk Chud Eater scream “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO! MY DOGGY!!!!!! FRONK ANGRY! FRONK WILL KILL EVIL MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN FRONK WILL EAT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KILLED DOGGY AND NOW FRONK KILL DOGGY KILLER! FRONK DO GOOD! FRONK MAKE MOMMY PROUD! FRONK KILL BULLIES!” 

 

Raynard was already weak from the fighting and crawling. He had no more energy to put up a fight. His hands release the shield letting it rest on the chilly ground. “I yield . . ” He'd meekly say.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon hops off his horse hastily to tie the individual up, searching the knight as he does so. He ends up taking the shield, the ten mina, as well as the hay and iron he found on Raynard's person; setting the items and the man on his horse. 

 

Sergey Othaman watched from his cover, gripping his short sword tightly. He may not be able to use it too well here in the crawl space but it was better than trying the long sword. He quietly prayed the bandits had their fill and would just depart. Though he’d quickly find it not to be the case.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon rides back topside of the bridge, tossing Raynards bound form on the ground where he’d continue to pilfer him for belongings. Crossbow in hand, he turns to his comrades and shouts, “ONES UNDER THE BRIDGE! GIT EM!”

 

Sergey swore as he heard Mitch call out his location, preparing himself to be yanked out of hiding like a groundhog. He tried to crawl further into the crevice to make himself more difficult than it was worth to be pulled out but every movement caused a way of agony to shoot through his chest. Yeah. Definitely broken bones. He could feel them grate together under his skin, causing him to wheeze and foam at the mouth. 

 

John Oren, “Heh under the bridge?! Hehehe!” He turned off and towards the sound of Mitch, ready to obey orders.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would ride his horse to the other side once he completed searching Raynard. The bandit king aimed the loaded crossbow into the crevice at Sergey. “COME OUT OR DIE FRIEND! I AIN’T GONNA BITE YOU!” He cackles before calling out to his posse. “TIE EM UP AND BRING EM TO THE BRIDGE TO BE SEARCHED.”

 

Sergey gives Mitch the middle finger in the opening of the bridge for Mitch to see before quickly pulling his arm back to himself. He wasn't moving too much. “Can barely move vy fucker….Horse trampled me pretty well….”

 

John Oren brought his horse to the other side of the bridge as he saw Mitch head o yonder'. He hopped off and peered into the gaps of the woodworks, letting out a whistle and a snicker. “Well well well… what have we here hehehehe….”

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon, “Well I’ll make due!” He says with a laugh as his hand shoots out, grabbing Sergey firmly by the wrist as he begins to yank the man out of the crevice, holding his crossbow in his other hand.

 

Robert MacBeth, “HECTOOOOOOOR!” 

Fronk Chud Eater’s cries took up the air, drowning out other shouting. “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOO! MY DOGGY!!!!!! FRONK ANGRY! FRONK WILL KILL EVIL MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN FRONK WILL EAT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KILLED DOGGY AND NOW FRONK KILL DOGGY KILLER! FRONK DO GOOD! FRONK MAKE MOMMY PROUD! FRONK KILL BULLIES!” 

 

Sergey peered down at John, seeing him near his feet. He wasn't too keen on the idea of being dragged out by his legs. No. Definitely not. He tries to pull his legs in towards himself, preparing to kick a bitch as his wrist was grabbed by Mitch.

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon drags Sergey out of the crevice, keeping a tight grip on his wrist. He’d make use of the horse's extra muscle to pull him out, letting the man drop to the muddied ground. 

 

Sergey Othaman: “Goddan-damnit!” Sergey swore as he was yanked out of hiding onto the ground. He made sure to kick the one going at him from the other side for good measure before he was brought entirely out. The haensei man let out a ragged cough as he hit the ground, his ribs screaming.

 

John Oren, “Ahhh what fun gahahahahah…” His voice dry and crackly from the constant yelling and laughing, “but seems tis room for only two heheheh…” The bandit then took out his spear as he trekked up the small hill to the prisoners “Well… it seems social season have not treated ye well this year eh? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHh…. Ahahhaha… hah… ha….”

 

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon would attempt to hit the man atop the head in the hopes of knocking him out. Sergey took the hit rather well, considering all the hits to the head he has had in his life. Fortunately his consciousness stayed around though he was dazed.

 

Robert MacBeth shouts sarcastically, “Priest, give th'corpses their last rites if ya will. Er blessin's, however ya do it.”

Fronk Chud Eater, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! FOR DOGGY!!!!!!!!”

Robert MacBeth sighed heavily, “Fronk! Bring th'damn corpse over.”

 

  Jed, one of Mitch’s lackeys, reaches for Sergey's hair, yanking him upward and trying to drag him up the hill.

 

Fronk Chud Eater: “HE KILLED DOGGY!” he screamed at Robert

Robert MacBeth, “And y'killed him, good job. Now bring 'em over!”

 

Sergey grits his teeth as his hair is grabbed- “How many times do Ea got to tell people- niet the hair! It's awkward!” He snaps, grabbing the man's leg and pulling himself up. He would walk on his own Goddan willing. Even if it hurt. Hunched over, he hobbled upward, Jed shoving him upward every other step. 

 

Father Yellava preached outloud for those lost, “In the name of God! May we all take this moment to feel the rain, and remember this moment God has written. May any souls here lost tonight… find their last words to be this… There are no gods, but THE GOD!”

 

Once to the bridge, Sergey was shoved down near Raynard and the many bodies left in a pile. They were the only two alive… Jeb would begin to bind Sergey, making the knots tight around his wrists.

 

Father Yellava continued, “And He is the Greatest Measurer! The Best of Planners! For we may not understand His plan, we must go along with it. We ask that you Revolutionaries can find God's mercy and spare those who only defender their master! For I have given to you a theater of virtue, and I have ordered the estates of the world. And you shall be without pretense or conceit, for before the mountain, the ant and the aurochs are equally small.”

 

Jed begins to riffle through Sergey’s bag - snatching out Sergey's journal and passing the bag to Mitch. The outlaw grabs his whistle, arrows, mina, and his heirloom. A unique silver unicorn brooch. “Hey that’s mine!” Sergey snaps, glaring at Mitch who simply smirked back at him as he pocketed his new found treasure. Sergey Othaman looks up at Mitch, rain running down his face as the mechanical eye softly ticks. “..So what now?” Mitch ignores the Othaman’s question, moving onto the next corpse to loot. 

 

Robert MacBeth, “Mount up! Let's go home.”

John McFreedom, “EXALTED OWYN FRONK don't eat a person.”

Father Yellava affirms, “Don't eat a person.”

Fronk Chud Eater complains, “FRONK HUNGY! EVIL MAN KILL DOGGY!”

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon begins to bark orders, “MOUNT UP AND RIDE FOR SALVO! TIME TO GO!”

John Oren, “HORSE!! Come to I!”  

Robert MacBeth whooped and hollered. “TOTAL SALVON VICTORY!! YEEHAAAW!”

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon, “YEEE HAWW!! FOR THE GLORY OF SALVO!”  He says as he begins to ride away, his posse hot on his horses heels.

 

As soon as the bandits departed, Father Yellava begins to move the bodies and assess their life signs.  “Massacre….”

 

Reverend Fatha Ted K Brae, “Wuzahuhawywah?” The Reverend waltzed over to the piled bodies and downed men.

 

Constantine Leopold Marna had just arrived, riding over next to Father Yellava as he looked over the mass grave. “Bloody hell, anyone still alive?”

 

“Me..” Sergey wheezes out, the mechanics in his jaw squealing. He was hunched over, on his knees where the bandits had left him. He would live.. But he couldn’t keep this up forever. It was only a matter of time for his body to decide to give in to deaths call, but for now the monks left him be.

 

 

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Thank you all for such talented and fun rp last night :) If you see your characters name here but not your tag, dm me and I can add it! I couldn't find a lot of you for some reason lol
 

 

The Cast

Sergey Othaman: Me

Mitch 'Crosslinger' McCanon: @RedResult

John Oren @Kardika

Vincenzo Varoche

Aaron Wisdomseeker

Fronk Chud Eater

George of Dover 

Raynard

Felix Dracon III

Father Yellava

Robert MacBeth @Javert

Barrius Black

Luciana

Galladan 

The Black Mamba @big bozza

Jed

Reverend Fatha Ted K Brae

Constantine Leopold Marna

 

Honorable Mention: Petyr Weiss - _Yink_

 

Edited February 19, 2025 by ChainedDragons

[Javert 9630]

Spoiler

Good post my friend, but I recommend using a lighter color so it's easier to read!

 

Robert MacBeth smiled as he recalled the events of yesterday's massacre. "The Battle of St. Daniel's Crossing", they'd called it. In truth, it was more akin to a slaughter.

[Gridlock 1033]

Lev once again gathered his siblings to scrape whatever was left of Sergey this time off the streets.

 

Spoiler

V cool post Chained <3