Mobius

[Space 2335]

OOC:

I think a post order may be in order. Hate to do it, it slows down the thread, but, it seems like sometimes we are overlapping in others posts.

[nppeck 601]

Edited accordingly

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Okay, OKAY, let's give Ever some time to respond, since he will be role playing as the orcs.

We're sort of throwing a bunch of attacks on the orcs, and all they're really doing is roaring and ... yeah, roaring. Oh, and also dying.

Let's just stop posting for now, and give Ever some time.

All these posts might get a bit overwhelming.

[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.

[Αμφίονας 41]

The battle is raging on. Amfionas curses between his teeth and moves forward into the front where most of the fighting takes place. Some people flee for the lives and others fire a shower of volleys into the sturdy Orcs. He notices Domelvia panic and act irrationnally and the sailor and Arianna trying to keep her safe.

As soon as he manages to pass through the almost endless crowd he takes a deep breath and prepares to shoot an arrow on one of the two remaining orcs who are approaching the front of the group.

The arrow flys into an almost straight line with direct impact into the Orc. It pierces his body and hits directly at his ribs. The Orc although seems almost unmoved by the force of the attack. With a simple move he pulls out the arrow and throws it in the ground.

Amfionas trys to fire a second arrow more deadly this time but the moment he begins to pull the string he hears a voice behind him "Look out!".

He raises his head only to see the Orc charging with a brutal strength towards him. Instinctively he throws his bow and arrow to the ground and dodges the brutal strike aiming for his head by making a small roll.

As soon as he is back on his feet he draws swiftly his iron sword. The Orc did not hesitated, and grabbed the opportunity to land his fist into his face causing him a nosebleed.

Thankfully that gave him enough room to prepare for the next attack.

ooc:

God this is epic. Ever you can continue the fight or someone else can say that he shot my Orc but leaving me the killing blow if he got stunned. Or instant kill :).

Edit: Let's wait for supersodapops(galyn) and natz. They should not lose the fight.

[Ever 2648]

I have two scenarios planned for today and tomorrow. I just need to type them out then you guys can enjoy. I think you'll enjoy them, or at least one of them. Finish out this scenario as you see fit and I'll plug my next things in once I've a.) written them to my best ability, and b.) have actually gone to bed. Night ya'll.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag sees the Orc standing over Amfionas. He pulls out a knife and flings it at the Orc. The Orc roars in pain and stumbles about as it hits him in the eye.

"You'll have to take it from there lad!"

Scag calls to Amfionas.

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Nikola glances around for additional orcs. Seeing none, he relaxes his shoulders, and attempts a casual walk back into the trees. He slips behind a tall cedar and begins to pack a sticky resin into his pipe. Continually looking back to the group, he strikes his flint and holds it into his pipe. Inhaling deeply, his exhaustion seems to fade, replaced with a calm smile on his cracked lips. Pungent smoke can be seen wafting out from under the tree.

Please excuse the attention whoring - I'm just establishing the fact that Nikola is, indeed, an opium addict, and this will have an effect on the story later on.

[Αμφίονας 41]

Almost instantaneously he dashes for the stunned Orc and swings his sword in an attempt to cut off his head. The Orc manages to deflect the hit but by the sheer force of the hit his weapon is thrown away and leaves him almost defenseless for the next hit.

Finally his head falls on the ground and Amfionas pants tired of his outburst of energy.

He silently made a mental note that the Sailor was not as he had thought. "Time wilt tell" he thinks.

Scanning with his eye the small battlefield he sees no sign of any more foes and lowers his guard.

Every single one of this strong hearted warriors was dead and everyone was catching their breath and tending wounds. He walks over to the sailor to thank him.

He examines the man once man before staring at him "Thank thee, lad.". The words were spoken gruffly and his expression showed little to no gratitude.

He still was not certain about his character , and neither he was convinced of his motives yet.

Ooc

much of the above has been edited.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag murmurs

"I didn't do it to save you, I didn't want that Orc comin after me later on."

Scag doesn't meet the man's eyes as he says this, and he glances around to make sure no one saw his momentary weakness in saving the man.

"Fool! Don't be a hero! Heroes get dead!"

He says to himself

[CowsGoMoo 267]

Domelvia blinks.

Three orcs lay dead on the ground, the other three were unconscious.

The man that was used as a pointer earlier is still curled up in a nice snug ball.

He's not the only man hurt on the field however. Almost a dozen of people are scattered around the area, some dead, others unconscious. Seemed like almost one fourth of the group had ran away, and another one fifth, were either dead or hurt.

The group sluggishly gets out of their daze, and slowly the group begins to recover.

Voices are heard, and people call for each other for support. Slowly their suspicions and doubt about each other fades away, nothing bonds a group together better than defeating a blood lusting group of orcs.

As night nears, the group agrees to stay here until everyone has fully recovered. The dead were buried, their graves made from the twigs by the side of the road. The orcs' fate however, was unknown. A group of men had dragged their bodies away, and returned afterwards, wiping their bloody swords off with cloth.

That night, a couple of buckets of ale was passed around, and soon, almost everyone was drunk and rowdy. Everyone celebrated, even though almost half the group was missing or hurt, they were happy and joyful that they were still alive. Cheering and laughing could be heard throughout the night.

The group's unease and suspicions had finally started fade away.

[xmrsmoothx 317]

-snip-

Thank you once more for the progression.

Nikola peers around the tree as night falls. When the group is finally sleeping, he climbs to his feet, walking toward their camp. He attempts to be very quiet while he does so, but suddenly, his dagger becomes dislodged from his belt and falls to the ground, kicking up dust and generating a dull 'thud'.

"Shi-" He catches himself, but not without emitting a rather loud half-curse. He snatches his stiletto up once more and makes to move away, hoping desperately that none of the slumbering party had woken because of his blunder.

[EmeraldStag 165]

Midori tries not to think about her inability to shoot the orc directly and with her new found trust of these people, trusts them enough to drink a few flagons of Ale. She is giggling loudly and can't stop. At one point she tries to stand up but falls forward, cutting her leg on a rock, which only makes her giggle more. She then drifts off into a giggling sleep.

[Watyll 1104]

Scag gets drunk. Not a deep, slumbering drunk, but a calm, light one. He starts to drift to sleep when he notices that he is the only one awake. He looks around and notices all the lovely Mina purses lying around. He stares at these for a long time. Then he rolls back over and falls asleep.

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Aeran rolls in his sleep, clutching his head. It felt like thousands of hammers were smashing down onto his forehead. But he hadn't told anyone. No, then they'd say he wasn't in fighting condition. He wouldn't be able to go with them, and then he'd go home empty handed, a failure.

So, he was going to brave through. Besides, it couldn't be that serious? Right?

Needless to say, Aeran gets little sleep that night.