Mobius

[Space 2335]

OOC:

If you want me to take this out, then just tell me. Trying to get this back rolling. Also, it's a roadblock of some outcast orcs.

Aeran walked slowly, his feet avoiding all but the smallest of branches. He walked almost silently, the only thing to reveal his position is his heavy breathing. Off was the cloak, he walked in his light brown tunic and darker brown trousers.

He held a bow, half drawn back and loaded with a arrow. The bow looks like it was crafted my amateur, about 3 feet tall and a horse hair string. There was a long notch down the bow, curving slightly.

Crunch.

Aeran quickly turned around, pulling the string so that there was full draw. He only saw a wall of green, then the club impacting his head.

'HELP!' He screams, loud enough for the group to hear. Aeran falls to the ground, fighting to stay concious. The attack stands over him for a moment, breathing heavily and grunting as he examines Aeran. Then, he brought down his fist and smashed it into his face, knocking Aeran out.

[CowsGoMoo 267]

"HELP!"

Domelvia frowns, "What? What's going on?"

Suddenly the silent group erupts with noise, the sound of metal hitting metal, and wood against skull, yelling and screaming rings through Domelvia's ears.

Domelvia yelps, as she gets pushed around by the now panicking group. A load roar is heard from the front of the crowd, and people are seen scrambling back the way they came, forgetting about the promise of treasure and fame that lies ahead.

Domelvia finds herself on the side of the road, dizzy and confused. She clutches onto her bag tightly, trying to see through the chaos. What she sees almost makes her turn and run away herself. She can count about five... maybe seven burly and muscular orcs in front of the road. An unconscious man is lying towards the front of the road, blood trickling under him. The only weapons she can see are splintery wooden clubs, and... what seemed like the strongest out of the whole group of orcs with an iron chestplate, his iron axe is through the chest of an unlucky man. Possibly he is the leader?

I think anyone can take the role of the orcs. As long as your not taking the role of the orc fighting the character you're currently role playing as.

[xmrsmoothx 317]

I have no problem with the current direction, but we do not have anybody to roleplay as the orc(s).

EDIT: I will request Ever to do so.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag pulls out a throwing knife.

"Well lads you've messed with the wrong cyclops!"

Scag takes aim and flings the knife at one of the orcs, in a second pulling out another one.

[everblue2er101 906]

Kernith, near the back of the group, doesn't hesitate. Within three seconds of seeing the first Orc he pulls out his bow, notches an arrow and fires. The shot is clean, whistling through the air, and striking one of the smaller Orcs in the face. With a yell that rises above the din of screaming, running feet and combat the Orc tries to grab the arrow. Kernith fires again. This time his aim is put off by someone jostling him, trying to run back the way they came. Instead of hitting the Orc in the face, it strikes him in the neck. As he falls, Kernith turns to his next target...

[xmrsmoothx 317]

Nikola awakes, struggling at no bonds at all. He looks up, blinking hard as what seems to be a swamp-green ceiling hovers over his face. Nikola shakes his head, and waits for his vision to come to, noticing grooves and bulges in the ceiling.

In a stroke of pure genius, he notices that it's the mass of a burly, hulking orc.

"Bloody-" He makes out, customarily, several curses as he scrambles out from under the creature. He rolls out into a wetland beside the road, impaling himself on a rosebush. He curses once more and struggles to his feet.

First and foremost, Nikola searches his rucksack for his pipe and material; it seems to be there. He then checks his hip for his dagger, which is also present.

Slightly dizzy, from both a concussion and lack of use as of late, he ducks below the orc's clumsy swing, stumbling up into the road and into the group he had been following, who all seem to have regained consciousness.

[EmeraldStag 165]

Midori, being at the back of the group, tries to get back a bit farther. She then takes her bow ad notches an arrow. She sees she has a perfect shot at one of them, with the right timing, she could send the arrow right through his eye. Her hand trembles and she can't focus on the orc, instead, she aims above him, at the tree. She sees the hornet nest above him. Steadying her aim, she sends an arrow flying, hoping that she cuts through the stem.

[Space 2335]

Aeran let's out a whimper, half gaining conciousness. He becomes aware of the fighting above him, before blacking out again, but not before curling into a ball.

[Ever 2648]

OOC:

I have no problem with you guys causing/starting your own conflicts but at least let me get my one or two posts in. I've had to revise this like ten times just to somewhat keep up with you lot. I took way too long to respond regardless so this was a total mess. I'll come up with a nice scenario tonight while I have time to brainstorm/type.

Gromk tosses the corpse to the ground, axe still embedded in the man's chest.

He looks over the opposition before snorting and bellowing a command: "Fighturs! TO GROMK!"

Slowly, their line reforms in front of the iron-plated Orc.

"Dis Gromk land! Wub latz hurr fer?"

Gromk rips the battleaxe from it's home and stomps once on the corpse, a sickening crunch filling the air.

One of the smaller Orcs, naked except for a small loincloth and club, tosses Aeran towards Gromk.

"Who dis? Dis latz king?!" Gromk shakes Aeran wildly then grins wide as his whimpering.

"It nub madda! Latz come Gromk land! Den latz flat ash of me fighturs!" He motions towards the Orc lying about ten meters in front of him, using Aeran's body as a pointer with gusto.

"Hurhur, he nubhosh fightur aneeway!" The four other Orcs echo Gromk's bellowing laugh.

"Since lat come Gromk land an' lat flat one of Gromk fightur..."

His voice trails off. The Orc looks towards their leader, each face painted with eagerness.

flthh. High above Gromk, an arrow strikes through the narrow "stem" of a great hornet's hive. It falls from the branch with great force.

"WE GUNNA KLOMP LATZ FLATTER DEN FLAT!"

The group breaks out into a wild celebration, waving their weapons above their heads while Gromk flings Aeran around in the air.

"KLOMP DEM FLAT!"

"ME GUNNA PISSY 'N DER SKULL!"

"LAT CALL DIS A STICKER?!" The second smallest Orc rips the throwing knife from his stomach. "ME GUNNA SHOW LAT HOW TO STICK!"

At the peak of their excitement, the nest lands right atop Gromk's head with enough force to easily render him unconscious. The large Orc slowly topples backward as a stream of angry hornets leave their nest. Gromk's fist is still clutched tightly around Aeran's clothing.

The remaining four Orcs look toward their unconscious leader.

"Dey... dey flat Gromk?"

"Yub... so...dat make me new leadur, yub?"

"Nub! Latz nubhosh! Blurg be leadur!"

"Wub?! Blurg neber flat anyting 'for! Plark flat many!"

They continue arguing as the hornets surround them. They swat them away casually and ignore the stings, too interested in the argument at hand to worry about the swarm.

After some time, Blurg quickly brings his club crashing down on Plark's head. He topples and Blurg begins to laugh.

"Hurhur! See! ME BE NEW CHI-"

A club to the face interrupts Blurg and he too crumples, joining Plark and their cheif on the ground.

The remaining two Orcs stand over their former comrade's bodies while smacking and swatting at their exposed bodies. The smaller Orc turns to the bigger and holds up his empty hands.

"Err, lat can be cheif."

Roark grins, swings his club wildly into his 'opponents' skull. He turns towards the group of adventurers, club resting on his shoulder, hornets flying about.

"LAT BE ON ROARK LAND! GET DEM FIGHTURS!"

...

"Me forgot!" Against the odds, the lone Orc rushes forward, club brandished with both hands.

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Domelvia sees two arrows fly past, and two orcs collapse on the ground seemingly simultaneously.

Move, legs, move it... Come on, get out, go away from here...

Domelvia doesn't move at all.

A roar is heard, and man's scream echos through her ears.

Come on stupid legs, stop being duumb, you aren't Cainir... come on... come on...

The strongest orcs plucks off the man on his axe and throws him to the side. The orc advances forward, arrows bonking off of his armor, seemingly not affecting him. He swings his axe around and gives another loud roar.

Domelvia's feet take a step foward, Foward?! Why am I going foward! Not foward! Are you insane! What are you doing?

Domelvia takes a step back, Yes, there you go! Now... get out of here... Come on, let's go feet...

Domelvia proceeds to take another step foward, and then another step back again and then foward again and then back.

AGAAAAAH.

Domelvia does a little panic dance.

It's alright Ever~! Take your time. All these posts at the same times DOES give the effect of everything happening all at once.

[Space 2335]

OOC:

Is this man me?

[Watyll 1104]

The knife flies true, hitting an orc in the stomach. Scag sees Domelvia doing a panic dance. He looks unsure for a second, then curses. Scag runs toward her, picks her up with one hand and throws her into the bushes at the side of the road.

"Stay there lass! Unless you're in the mood to die!"

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Not at all, you're on the ground, curled up in a nice warm safety ball. Definitely safe from orcs and all, you know~

The man is some random extra character that none of us are role playing as.

If you read closely on my last last RP post, there was "an unlucky man" who was already stabbed. The unlucky man is the man I referred to on my other post, I mean, you don't go around continuing to kill innocent travelers, with a dead guy's guts dulling your sharp axe.

[nppeck 601]

Ariana spots Domelvia being thrown into the bushes by Scag. While safe momentarily, Ariana realized that Dom would most likely be smashed up by an orc or shot full of arrows in the middle of a battleground such as this. She quickly grabs Domelvia and takes father away from the battlefield.

"Stay behind me child!" She shouts drawing her sword. The orcs were mostly preoccupied with the other people in the party, but her top priority was protecting the girl. She sees the foreign woman send an arrow flying straight into the skull of one of them killing him instantly. The ranger as well seemed to be in the thick of combat with two other orcs. Luckily for Dom and herself, the hostile force seemed to be focusing mostly on the others than coming to their little oasis of momentary peace. That didn't last long as one of the larger orcs came out of the clearing swinging its club wildly. Ariana maneuvered herself out of the club's path and swung her sword at the orcs thick legs. He howled for a moment in pain, then tried to attack her with twice the anger and ferocity as before. Such things made one clumsy and able to make mistakes however and soon Ariana was able to bring Dom and herself into another more secluded area. Stoping for a moment to catch her breath, she thought for a moment.

Something was definitely amis, these orcs did not seem like simple bandits. Bandits usually would not attack a group so large and well armed. This area could not be their home either as the War Uzg was quite a ways away. That however brought up the question about why exactly they were there. Her thoughts were interrupted however when she say something. What Ariana guessed was the chief orc by his iron chest plate and axe was charging straight for another man who she hadn't seen earlier. "Look out!" She called.

[Watyll 1104]

Ariana quickly grabs Domelvia and takes her to the side of the road. "Stay behind me child!" She shouts drawing her sword. The orcs were mostly preoccupied with the other people in the party, but her top priority was protecting the girl. She sees the foreign woman send an arrow flying straight into the skull of one of them killing him instantly. The ranger as well seemed to be in the thick of combat with two other orcs. Luckily for Dom and herself, the hostile force seemed to be focusing mostly on the others than coming to their little oasis of momentary peace. That didn't last long as one of the larger orcs came out of the clearing swinging its club wildly. Ariana maneuvered herself out of the club's path and swung her sword at the orcs thick legs. He howled for a moment in pain, then tried to attack her with twice the anger and ferocity as before. Such things made one clumsy and able to make mistakes however and soon Ariana was able to bring Dom and herself into another more secluded area. Stoping for a moment to catch her breath, she thought for a moment. Something was definitely amis, these orcs did not seem like simple bandits. Bandits usually would not attack a group so large and well armed. This area could not be their home either as the War Uzg was quite a ways away. That however brought up the question about why exactly they were there. Her thoughts were interrupted however when she say something. What Ariana guessed was the chief orc by his iron chest plate and axe was charging straight for another man who she hadn't seen earlier. "Look out!" She called.

((rescuing Domelvia was kind of redundant, look above))