Drelik

GET WRECKED

Being apart of the PvP community on LoTC, I can confidently say I've never heard ANYONE talk about voting in the monthly surveys. So... I'd say the results are coming more from the other sphere.

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Outside of the gates of Oren, the usual bustle of commonfolk and gate guards runs its course. But then, there was a shout. A dwarf stands armored head to toe, sword drawn, amidst a very hostile environment. The dwarf had yelled, he had called for Drelik Letholdus to meet him outside, for an honorable duel to the death. And the duel had ensued. Drelik Letholdus steps outside, a bewildered look upon his face as he both questions this dwarf's sanity, and admires his courage. Drelik steps across from the dwarf, turning to face him whole. "What's a dwarf doing on this side of the Fringe?" mutters Drelik. "Ah've come seekin' ah warriors death.." Drelik unsheathes his sword "Then you've come to the right place." The two quickly run at eachother, Letholdus thrusts a powerful overhead swipe, the short dwarf dodges, butting his shoulder into Drelik's chest, having him stumble back. Drelik then rotates his head around his shoulders, pacing left and right, as he slowly eases into the dwarf's range, he then turns, spinning quickly, his sword striking in a whirlwind as he strikes his steel hard enough to cause light bleeding on the dwarf's chest, then sending a kick, to try and knock the dwarf down. Aengoth stands sturdy, clutching the light slash on his chest, he holds his ground and prepares to counter-attack Drelik's next move. Letholdus begins to chuckle, as Aengoth grips his sword with two hands Preparing for a stab, drelik grasps his sword hilt tightly, thrusting to the dwarf's gut, sinking it deep in, as he grins, thinking he has won this duel. His pride then drops, along with his sword, with a harsh sensation. He turns his head, looking from the dwarf's rage ridden face, to his own shoulder, steel penetrates it full through. Drelik roars, pulling himself off the sword, and stumbling backwards, falling to the floor, quickly undoing his shoulder plates to clutch his wound. Three Imperial Soldiers stand watch, not expecting the outcome of the duel, in an act of shock, they draw their steel "Stand down.. This is between us." says Drelik. Looking up at the dwarf who is leaning his weight up against his sword dug deep in the dirt, drelik yells "You better hope that kills you, I will flay you living otherwise!" Bleeding heavily, and in much pain, drelik goes to draw his flaying dagger, having left his sword in Aengoth's gut. "I'm not sure what drives you dwarf.. But you've earned my respect." He says, slowly stepping towards Aengoth "You've traveled far from the safety of your walls, to hostile lands, only to challenge the worst person you possibly could've.." "I didn' com'ere' fer' yer respect, or yer' mercy." says Aengoth, unsheathing his own obsidian dagger. "I never said it would save you." Drelik says, pushing forward with his adrenaline, grabbing Aengoth's dagger hand, as Aengoth sends a fierce left hook, Drelik looks at him, dazed, and spits his blood into his eyes, ending him with a thrust to his heart... Aengoth falls limp, a look of peace on his face as he falls to the dirt. The three imperial guards, Charles Therurvore, Tomas Mallory and Alistair DeWynn, rush to assist him, setting him against a nearby chest atop the small hill the duel took place. Drelik sits with his eyes closed, yet he says "Undo my armor.." Charles rushes to his side, undoing his chestplate and sliding it off tossing it aside. Tomas goes to fetch a medic, whilst Alistair asks what else Drelik would need. He replys, "Get me something to drink." Alistair reaches into his pouch, giving him a bottle of water. Drelik shakes his head, as he pours the water onto his forehead. "Get me some alcohol." Tomas returns, unable to find a medic. "Bring me my drink, and let me die in peace.." lightly mutters Drelik Alistair returns, setting down some medical equipment as well as a bottle of "liquid gold". As the men try to dress Drelik's wound, he reminds them "I've been punctured by a dirty blade, and have been bleeding for the past 20 minutes... Do me one last favor and leave me to die in peace." He rolls his head back, looking up into the sky, shaking his head as he finally lowers his bandana "Killed by suicidal dwarf in a duel.." The men chuckle with him, as they look back down, they notice the ale has spilt into the dirt, and that Drelik lie lifeless. OOC: Good fight Aengoth, It's been such a long time I've had this character things started to get dull (might just be the map) but I guess nows a good time to cut it. I won't be playing much at all until 4.0 comes out, so here's a good way to go on a short hiatus >:) Jk, Im trying not to cry right now

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Then I'm in, contact me further.

I'll help you so long as It doesn't further any dwarven agenda.

fixing the lag ? :D

;D

I think the reason roleplay is degenerating is because of this temp map.

aegis wos 2 fun

Stop posting ban reports, use this post to vent your anger towards one another. I dont know how to make videos pop up it might have worked actually but yea click it its basically bob marley

I can do this job. Meet me in person to discuss prices, It won't be much for this job.