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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sat May 15, 2010 4:43 am

((It's ok now that you know. It's just preferred to not move others until you get to know the characters so that you can get the personality correct. It is fine to say the character is in front, behind or whatever but not to add how they act about things.))

"I didn't say anything," responded Alex, placidly, "I'm not so idealistic to think that when your life's on the line, you shouldn't do everything to can. If violence can be avoided, that is the path to take, but if there must be battle, make it swift and decisive. All the same, do not disregard such things as honour," he looked up and gave a small smile, a token peace offering, "Not that I'm saying this was. I just seem to have slipped into the role of a preacher there."

Avera nodded quietly, a calm expression on her face and did not show any reaction to Alex's words, "You are a cleric. It comes with the territory just as wild things come with mine." Was her only comment to him preaching and left it at that. The tiny woman could take when people preached but she wasn't one to take it if they continued preaching. Alex apparently was not one to push with his beliefs so Avera was not going to take offense. It would have been different if he had continued.

She watched as the man checked over the criminal's legs, her face to the wind sniffing the air and smiling but that smile did not reach her eyes. In fact she looked wild, an untamed creature that could move at any moment yet for the time was tender and calm. Her ice blue eyes turned to scan the horizon as Alex continued to investigate the man's legs.

"Let's go," said Alex, shortly, heaving the bandit to his feet and drawing his sword halfway, "Avera, Fox; keep your eyes open. Gods willing I'm being paranoid, but even so... Neeshka, could you walk with me? Two blades are better than one for discouraging mischief."

His words did not make her move as of yet, "If you believe two bandits are behind every bush it does not mean you are wrong."

Neeshka grinned, falling in beside him "Tell me something I don't know," she quipped, "I've had those numbers and worse doing the same for me faaaaar too often."

The halfling began to sing, "Sleep little gnomeling, sleep little one," Neeshka disappeared into the bushes as Avera lifted a hand for Alex to wait.

"The lamplight is dimming, the work day is done," She took out her bow and an arrow was notched.

"Dream of our caverns, dream of our caves," She aimed towards the sky.

"Dream of our rivers, and their burbling waves," The bandit's eyes closed and the bow came down, shooting into a thicket making someone howl in pain then fall completely silent.

"Time for action, Alex." She smiled, her eyes shining as she growled like a tiny wolf, aiming and readying another shot as the hells broke loose.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Fri May 21, 2010 3:37 pm



Man lingers. Packmates must be near.

As soon as they stopped to check the prisoner, the fox crept into the woods. Let others think she was just looking for small game. Disregarding such small creatures was common. All the better.

She came upon one man hidden in the brush. Another was near, but a bit far to rush them both. Still, she could lean the odds a little...

As Avera went to let her arrow loose, the bandit seemed to focus on the little woman.

Distracted.



Clawed hands shot around the bandit's mouth and throat, keeping him silent as she ended his breathing. Her ears kept alert for any further attack as she kept an eye on the other...but the arrow settled him. She checked around for further attack.

(Sorry for the delay...)
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Wed May 26, 2010 1:57 am

((Was just waiting for you, Fox c: Sorry I didn't respond right away, life ambushed me))



As soon as Avera nocked her arrow, Alex knew there was going to be trouble. As soon as she let fly and her target's scream split the air, the bandit they had taken slammed his shoulder into Alex's midriff. The cleric saw it coming, but hadn't been wearing armour while they were walking. Alex twisted to one side and stretched out a leg, gasping for breath a little as the man's shoulder scuffed his stomach. Once he went down, Neeshka stamped hard on the bandit's neck, breaking it with the sick snap of a green branch. Alex felt briefly ill, then nodded; the man had already had his second chance. He drew his short sword as Neeshka flourished her weapons of choice; a rapier and a dagger, nimble weapons that suited her well. Alex brought his sword to salute in front of his face, as the first few bandits leapt from the forest to attack. “Latander, hear thy servant’s prayer,” he chanted, "I and my allies seek your blessing. Grant us thy guidance, steady our hands and our hearts. Curse our enemies; cloud their eyes, dull their senses, for we fight in your name!"

Neeshka meanwhile had already got started. Quick as lightning, she lunged forward, ducking under a wild swing and opening the attacker's belly with her dagger. She spun and pushed the corpse into a second, her rapier darting in and slipping between the third and fourth ribs as he was distracted. Flawless; two kills in as many moments. It wasn't exactly a straight-up fight like Khelgar or Casavir would prefer, but she always thought that the only unfair fight was one you didn't walk away from. She took a single second to watch as Alex took a single step forward, his free hand grasping his opponent's wrist and his sword sweeping up and under the bandit's rib cage. One wrench and it was over. Neeshka was slightly surprised however, to see that the cleric's face, while set and determined, showed none of the squeamishness it had when she has finished the prisoner. He looked almost calm. A small smile crossed her face, as she turned to face another bandit; it was comforting to know he was able to keep his head in a fight like this, staying confident, rather than giving in to fear and desperation, as so many armatures did.

Alex could feel Lathander's guiding influence in his movements, spreading out like a ripple in a pond to Neeshka, Fox and Avera and likewise driving the outlaws to desperation. Their swings became wilder, easier to predict, while his own were straighter, more assured that they would strike true. The fight was turning into a one-sided affair and he hoped that they would get the hint and flee soon; he was ready to fight and to kill, but taking life was never something he relished. He blocked a slash at his chest and drove his knee into a bandit's gut. His sword rose and fell in a red-soaked arc, cutting the man's spine with a sick crunch. He risked a glace to the side and smirked. His companions were wreaking havoc; at least a dozen bodies lay on the ground, cut, stabbed, torn by claws or shot with arrows. Every time the few aggressors left swung at Neeshka, they hit nothing but air. All it would take was one more push... A sixth sense, maybe a warning from his god, maybe a fighter's instict, maybe simply Human preservation threw him flat as a mace with an iron head half as large as his chest flashed through where he had been standing, reducing a sycamore sapling to splinters. Alex rolled to one side and looked up, gasping. How someone so large had snuck up behind him, he did not know, but standing over him and glaring was a colossal bandit, clearly bearing some ogre blood in his ancestry. The other killers cheered as the odds swung back in their favour and the half-ogre roared, lifting his two-handed mace over his head to crush the priest's skull...
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Thu May 27, 2010 3:20 pm



Arrow upon arrow was loosed, the tiny form zipping among the foliage like a flash of death. As soon as the bandits closed in the flare of a fire mace was all that could be seen as the small fighter went at it. She took out a kneecap that was closest to her then tore across the bandit's head in a crunching, gory onslaught, catching the person off guard and making him fall close to her feet. She swirled in the haze of battle, smashing at anything that was not foe, taking the opponents down piecemeal.

Neeshka was fighting near Alex which was helpful as it gave Avera room to maneuver and entice those who figured she was easy prey. The bandits soon learned that this tiny person was a beast when it came to fighting, a feral bit of halfling who moved quickly from one foe to the next, first disabling then crushing.

Avera turned as the bandits thinned and saw a half-ogre swing at Neeshka who ducked and swung out of the way then it swung again, this time at Alex, who went flat to the ground. The huge mace was being swung upwards when a form rushed from behind, a snickt snick sound ringing through the air as blades shot out from the toes of her boots then she was in the air, slamming into the larger form's back and climbing. As she got to the top her whip was deployed, flung and wrapped around his neck.

A hand held each end of the whip, pulling, tightening, crushing offf the half-ogre's breath while Avera stood on his back as if riding in a rodeo, a blade from each foot dug into a rib on each side of it's body. She growled furiously, glad that she'd taken out the archers already, and continued to suffocate the being who swung wildly trying to get her off.[img]
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Jun 06, 2010 1:41 pm



Alex couldn't close his eyes as his death aproached. He'd heard that a person's life re-played itself in a few moments before death came and he noted, with some disapointment, that this didn't seem to be true. He felt a horrid wrench in his guts as he realised that his journey was about to end here. Lathander's trust in him had been mis-placed. Then, suddenly, the half-ogre standing over himbucked back, giving a strangled roar. Alex stared to see Avera clinging to its back, her whip about its neck and the boot-blades she'd shown him earlier stabbing into its sides. The brave woman couldn't be doing much more than making the mountain of muscle angry, but she'd given Alex the opening he needed. Gripping his sword, he bunched his legs under him and leapt up, yelling his god's name as he drove his blade into the bandit's chest. Blood spurted over his hands as he struggled to push the iron through hard muscle. The half-ogre roared and swiped at him with a ham of a fist, knocking him away, but the damage was done. The huge mace slipped from his grip as he sank to his kneed and at last keeled over, onto his side, Alex's blade in his heart.

Alex stood, his head spinning from the blow. The few bandits still alive were looking horror-struck at the three friends and the fox, their eyes flicking between the adventurers and the dead half-ogre. Alex looked to his companions. Fox seemed fine and Avera had luckily not been crushed by the falling bandit, but Neeshka looked a little worn down next to a pile of corpses, her blades dull with gore. And he himself had no sword, just blood to his elbows. None the less, he still had one trick left. "Lathander, I pray thee," he intoned, loud enough for the bandits to hear and placing his right fist in his left hand in prayer, "Bring froth thy sun, thy heat, they light. Recall in the metal the heat of its forging with solar fire." Instantly the bandits weapons, buckles and indeed, any scraps of metal on them at all started to glow cherry red and the yelps and screams clearly told just how hot they were. With a great clatter, the badits dropped their weapons to a man, nursing their burned hands or tearing at other pieces of metal that were searing their skin. The spell proved to be too much for them and before long, the whole group fled into the woods in fear. Neeshka cleaned her sword and dagger on the clothes of one unfortunate she'd dropped, sheathing them and clapping the cleric on the shoulder, "Nice trick, holy man. Could have saved us a lot of trouble if you'd done it sooner though."
Alex smiled and went to help Avera up, offering her his hand, "Lathander's gifts should be used sparingly," he told the Tiefling, "After all, would you think it a good idea to trouble a god trivialy?"
Neeshka shrugged, "Good point. So what now? We could keep going to the keep, but..." she grinned fiendishly, an easy feat for her, "Odds are those bandits have a camp nearby. They've probably robbed and murdered all kinds of travelers in the past, which means they'll have all kinds of good stuff lying around. I mean, it's only right that we take it from them! Call it punishment for their crimes."
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:35 pm

The look on Alex's face was one she hated seeing, one in which she'd seen more than enough times to really bother her. It was that of one who believed they were about to die and were coming to terms with the thought. But it changed soon enough, resulting in a sword through the half-ogre's heart.

There was a snickt snickt sound as Avera's blades retracted into her boots, she let go of the whip and backflipped from the man's back to avoid also being impaled by the sword. She hit the ground and was going to roll but a body just fell from Neeshka's blade into the halfling's way. It made her stumble then roll sideways hitting her head on the pommel of a sword.

When she finally got to her hands and knees, Alex was offering her his hand. She took it and surveyed the area, noticing the bandits rushing off and the other two speaking.

"We go after them." She said while wiping some blood from her forehead where a fair cut ran across an old wound, one which had trailed all around her head as if she'd had it bashed open at one time, "These bandits must be the ones Kana told me about a few days ago. We won't have a better chance at routing their little rat hole and getting rid of them once and for all. They've been terrorizing this road far too long."

Avera got her whip from the half-ogre's neck, "You can come if you wish, Alex. If not then the Keep is only about two hours that way." She pointed, "Or you can wait here. We won't be too long."
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Tue Jun 22, 2010 2:03 am

Alex bent over to the dead half-ogre and retrieved his sword, placing one foot on the corpse's cavernous chest to tug it loose. He wiped it clean on the grass, then ran a scrap of cloth from a dead bandit's tunic over it. Satisfied it was clean, he slipped it back into its scabbard. "I'm with you," he said, simply. "Tyr may not be my god, but he and Lathander are on good terms. It's time those murderers were brought to justice. I'm not about to leave any of them to escape and come back stronger. If you need to wipe out a nest of vermin, you need to be sure to get them all. Besides," he smirked, trying to bring a small sense of levity to the grim situation, "I can't very well let three ladies walk into danger in good conscience. You never know when a cleric will come in handy, after all." He stooped and retrieved a round, wooden shield that one of the bandits had dropped, its edge bound by soft iron to better catch blows. He had a feeling he might need it before long. "Lead on, Avera," he said, nodding, "Once we track down the vermin, we'll see how we're going to go about this."

((Argh! Sorry I took so long. Lack of inspiration sucks. Oh, but hey, I have fanart! A kind individual was good enough to whip up a picture of Alex and a certain Teifling rogue he may or may not have an interest in. Check it out: http://lozcollector.deviantart.com/#/d2s5cb6 ))
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Mon Jul 05, 2010 10:05 pm

Avera smirked at Alex as he spoke and went about collecting arrows, "Clerics are rather good for quiet a few things, whether some I know believe it or not. I'm glad that you are coming along with us."

It was no statement of requiring the extra hand but the truth. Avera liked Alex and did wish to see more of what he could do. Other people's skills interested her unlike others who couldn't care about any but their own methodology. That she could understand. It is sometimes difficult to keep to your own skill set if you continually tried to learn others' studies but this Halfling found it interesting. Plus it gave her a measure of a person's personality.

She felt she'd gathered much about Alex but there would always be something new to find out about anyone.

"We will go this way." She pointed, "To the side of their trail so we are not noticed. Their camp probably isn't too far from here. I'll take front, Alex next then Nees as Nees is the sneakiest of us all."
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Jul 11, 2010 5:57 pm

Neeshka grinned, flattered by Avera's compliment, "Aw, thanks. But we both know you're better than me out here. I'd bet money the grass doesn't know it's been stepped on sometimes," she cast a glance at Alex and frowned slightly, her lips pouting a bit, "If we're going for stealth though, Sir Clanksalot is going to be a problem. I'd take that armour off, if I was you, holy boy." Alex nodded and started un-strapping his breastplate and pauldrons and tassets, stowing them in his pack and muffling their sound with his blanket. He tugged his mail hauberk over his head and tugged his undershirt back down where it had been pulled up too, a little conscious of his visible midrif. He stowed his mail in his pack, alongside the armour, then used a short length of string to strap his short sword to his thigh, to prevent it clattering while he moved. It looked ridiculous, felt uncomfortable and made it near impossible to sit down, but it worked. He nodded, as ready as he'd ever be, considering he had recieved no where near the two adventurer's skill or experience with stealth. "Alright then," he said, taking his place in the marching order, "Let's go, shall we?"
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sat Jul 24, 2010 7:09 pm

"In the woods maybe, my friend, but not in the city. Besides, I'm hardly big enough to make a much of a dent." She teased as she patted Neeshka's arm, "Even so, you are a person to be reckoned with in the manner of sneakerie."

Avera watched as Alex took his armor off and kept a close eye on Neeshka in her periphery vision. An impish smile touched her lips as she noticed the tiefling's interest in the holy man. Well well. Maybe tingles would make up for her dislike of the religious ones. If it did she could certainly tease her friend.

"And we're off." The halfling said as she got into stalking mode, following the trail like a wolf.

She moved silently and with grace, shifting through the foliage like one who'd grown up within the woods. It didn't take too long until they found the bandit camp.

The sentries were easy to take out with a slit to the throats, not even knowing that the halfling was there. Then they were looking in at the camp of bandits.

There were many men hanging about by the fire or around the campsite. Some looked to be intent and others just relaxing. Five women were trussed up to the side, huddled together. Most were whimpering or crying but one just glared out at their captors.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:58 pm

Alex nodded grimly to Avera as he passed the cooling bodies of the sentires. He didn't like the idea of killing an enemy without giving them a chance to flee, or fight back, but sometimes paragmatism took priority. He surveyed the scene and quickly picked out the prisioners, as well as the more alert and therefore, more immediately dangerous, bandits. "Neeshka," he whispered, outlining his rubimentry plan, "Get to the women. Wait for our signal, then cut their bonds and get them out."
The Tiefling nodded, drawing her blade, "What's the signal?"
Alex smirked and shrugged, "A big and flashy distracton. I'll think of something."
Neeshka slipped away, making less noise than a shadow, a slightly worried look on her face; she had a feeling the cleric was going to do something stupid, but she couldn't figure out exactly what.

Alex muttered a prayer, a little longer than his other ones under his breath and looked to Avera, as he felt its strength suffuse his limbs, "You ready? Cover your eyes; I'll try and dazzle the archers and armed ones." He uttered another prayer and reached out his left hand, drawing his sword with his right. A sudden light, bright as the sun, errupted from his outstretched fingers, harmless in itself, but sending spots and coloured lights dancing and popping in the bandit's eyes. Amid cries of shock and pain, Alex dashed forward, bellowing an dedication to his god. The first prayer he had uttered, had filled him with a small measure of Lathander's strength and warded his body against blows. An axe rebounded from a sudden flash of yellow light, a good six inches from Alex's body as he swept his sword from a boiled leather chestpiece like it was made of paper. The benediction would only last a short time, however, so he went to with a will, hacking and causing mayhem, trusting Avera to back him up, as Neeshka got the prisioners away. It wasn't the best plan, but if they had tried anything else, they would have put the women at risk.

Neeshka shook her head in disbelief at Alex's rash charge. She had thought the man had more sense than that! Still, it was a brave move and gave her just the opening she needed. She slipped from behind a tent and dashed for the enclosure, wiping her sword through a bandit's throat, as he stood, shaking his head and trying to clear his eyes. She skidded onto her knees near the women and immediately started slicing through their bonds, the rope parting easily before the charmed steel. "Come on!" she cried, tugging one woman's hand, after they were all free, "We've got to get you out of here! They'll notice you're free sooner or later!"
To her exasperated astonishment, the women drew back into a tight huddle away from her, "Get away from us, daemon-girl!" one called, shaking in fear. "I'd rather take my chances with the bandits!" claimed another, with a tear-stained face and a ragged, torn dress.
Neeshka snarled, revealing her white, but humanly straight teeth, "We don't have TIME for this!" she snapped, "I'm offering to help you, against my better judgement, because the holy boy asked me to and you've got the gall to throw it in my face?!" She suddenly noticed that the sixth woman, the one who had glared, rather than shrank away like a coward when she was tied up, was missing. Turning, Neeshka's heart leapt into her mouth as she saw the woman snatch a spear from the hand of the guard the Tiefling had killed and charge into the fray. Neeshka swore explosively and, with one last, disgusted look back at the rest of the prisioners, chased after the one with a death wish. The way was mostly clear, after all; they could probably get out safe. If they wanted to run the risk of getting caught and killed because they wouldn't trust her, that was their problem, but Alex wouldn't forgive her if she just let one get herself killed.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sat Aug 07, 2010 6:54 pm

The man was good, knowing what to do and how to go about it. It was nice to have someone else take charge for once. Since Cairan had disappeared it was Avera making all the decisions, once again, and she had never wanted to be in that position again. But with Alex taking charge it was a bit of a challenge to keep silent but the tiny one bit her tongue and let things go. It was a good feeling to relax hold for once and just follow up.

It was even more fortuitous that Alex's ideas were that of which she would have been compelled to use herself. They did not have much time and the only way to go about this was to rush headlong into the camp creating a diversion for everyone to become bewildered hoping that the fighters, or at least some thereof, were not as experienced as they could be.

Avera took a stance, her musical bow in hand as she readied herself for the upcoming fray. She waited calmly until Alex gave the word then sang a song of mind fog upon the enemies. That would cloud their judgment and make it that much easier to pluck them off.

As soon as Alex made his move and rushed into the camp she started shooting, first at the one she noticed as being a mage. Pluck him off. There we go. Double arrows work so well with things like this.

As she shot at opponents who were getting too close to doing much to her friends, and this weirdo who had run into the fight, she heard a howl and her eyes lit up to see an extra large dire wolf rush into the camp, ripping apart the larger and much more vicious of opponents.

The animal did not go anywhere near the women who were hiding, the woman who was fighting with their group or even their group. It only fought the bandits, ruthlessly taking down those that would take more time for the others to subdue.

Neeshka looked over from her fighting in shock and chanced a quick glance at Avera while going between two foes. Avera first smiled then gave her a signal with a nod to leave the animal be.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sat Aug 07, 2010 7:03 pm

As they fight they notice that someone had made a signal call, bringing in reinforcements from the woods. The women hide and stay out of the way as bandits come in from all sides, making everyone have to fight melee at which point Avera changes over to her whip and fire mace, manically fighting like a tiny wildcat.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Aug 08, 2010 12:37 am

About an hour earlier, somewhere else in the forest...

The remaining bandit of the group of three was sitting on the soil, his back to a tree. Both of his legs were broken, his right arm, severely burned, was hanging to his side, unusable.
One corpse laid on the ground, not far away, so calcined it seemed to be a pile of coal shaped like a human body. The last of the bandit had fled, leaving behind his shield and weapon, glad to have been spared.
Zabrard, a satisfied smile on his lips, was still leaning over the agonising bandit, even though their little "discussion" had ended a few seconds ago. He stood up, sweeping a mixture of dirt and blood off his hands :
"Well, thanks you for your cooperation. I am sure your little friends, there, will have more to offer than just a bit of blood and one minute of fun."
The bandit glared at him, grasping for air to fill his lungs. His pride obviously did not leak away along with his blood.
"You'll find only death, there" he spat the words "There are dozens of them."
Zabrard arched an eyebrow (higher than they naturally are, that is) :
"Why, of course I *will* find death there. I bring it along with me wherever I go."
The bandit let out a snort.
"Fine. Just go away, already. I don't want to have your damned face in front of me when I die."
The warlock shook his head, his smile widening.
"You shall not die. Not now." He stuck his finger in one of the man's many wounds, wetting his nail with blood, and started drawing a symbol on the bandit's forehead. "Instead, I offer you a last, one-way, trip home. The home of evil souls, of course."

The bandit frowned a bit, no quite understanding what he meant. He was too exhausted to even move, and wasn't sure he had any damn left to give him. When the pentacle was finished, Zabrard whispered something in a strange language, and then pressed in the middle of the figure with his right thumb.
The blood used for the ritual drawing started to glow. Light, then heat. The tiefling was already on his way to the encampment when the bandit started screaming out loud from the pain, as the symbol began to carve itself through his skull, sending his soul to one of the Nine Hells.



Now, near the bandits' camp...

Zabrard had accelerated his pace when he heard the sound of battle echoing in the distance, and was almost running when he came across an odd group of women. Their clothes were reduced to a few strips of cloth covering their bodies, and were obviously hiding from the fight that was taking place in the camp, now a hundred metres away. They didn't look too pleased to encounter yet again another tiefling, and an awkward silence fell for a few seconds over the group and the man, as they both were staring at each other, waiting for one to make the first move. Without warning, the warlock's eyes widened in a hateful glare, in an abrupt fit of anger, as he yelled loud enough for anyone to hear,

"What in the Hells are you looking at ?!"

With a swift motion of his hand, he summoned a thin tongue of hellfire that struck the women, superficially burning their skins. This sudden attack and pain woke them up very quickly, and a second later, they were trying to find themselves another hideout in the woods. Zabrard shook his head, muttering something about the people being really weird in the surroundings. He then turned his eyes to the raging fight and started to run, one more time, charging head-on the encampment, his sword drawn out, his left hand ready to unleash some fireworks, and a wide grin on his face.

He chose his angle of attack so as to be as far as possible from the dire wolf that had rushed into the battle. When he reached the camp, right in the back of incoming reinforcements, he first came across the tents and immediately set them on fire. Sure, it helped adding to the confusion of the fight, but basically Zabrard just enjoyed setting tents on fire. It's a hobby like many others.

"Tally-Ho !" He shouted, as he literally jumped into the melee.
His fighting technique was, as expected from someone as massive, anything but gracious : it mostly consisted in destabilizing his opponents with brutal swings from his sword, and then setting them on fire through spells that could be cast very quickly. When he had the feeling he was being flanked, he would also set up a firewall to cover his blindspots, but beside that, it was a basic fighting spree, just trying to spare what did not look like a bandit.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:10 am



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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:20 am

Someone yelled at the women making the tiny fighter snarl. It was probably one of the bandits and that made her eyes flash dangerously. She gave up shooting for the time being and fought like a wild thing, moving among the fighters with an ease only a Halfling could pull off. Sometimes it was like she hid and that there were more than one of her but that was her music making it distorted for anyone to see what was actually going on. When she could she would stop and shoot arrows at bandits then get back into melee fighting as opponents came too close. After some time there were few left so she went off to the side to shoot instead of fighting in melee combat.

Once the bandits were all dead the dire wolf walked over to Avera, head bowed as if it were ashamed.

Avera and the dire wolf looked into each other's eyes for a long while as Neeshka stood closer to Alex, holding his arm and watching the animal and friend with concern not knowing what was going on or if she should be worried. Was this ... what was this?

"Tiefling." Avera suddenly called out as the dire wolf sat beside her. She had a lot of blood all over her, a complication to being so small that everything dropped onto a person, "I see you are a determined fighter." She moved forward a couple of feet, enough to be at a comfortable distance to look up without straining her neck too much, "Is this a pleasure to have been fighting by your side or something else?"
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Oct 03, 2010 12:34 pm

((In the words of Dhaegun, "So many years ago today..." Or at least that's how long it feels since I last posted! Time to get back in action!))

The last of the bandits fell to Alex, as knocked his sword aside with the flat of his hand, letting Lathander's protection take the blow and plunged his own blade into the thief's stomach, angling the blade up and pushing, cutting into the lungs. The man dropped, unable to even make a sound and not a moment too soon, as Alex felt the blessings he had called down drain away from him, he slumped slightly, suddenly drained and tired. He glanced over at Avera and felt his stomach churn a little at the sight of the pleasant halfling covered in blood and gore from head to toe. He shook his head and looked down at himself, making a mental note to take a bath soon and clean the blood off his breastplate, before it rusted. A quick examination revealed none of it as his however and he breathed a small prayer of thanks to the Morninglord for his aid. He'd tried not to show it, but throughout the fight, he had been terrified; until only a scant few days ago, he ad never had to raise his hand in anger and yet here he stood, having just helped wipe out an entire camp of murderers and thieves. He wasn't sure if he should feel elated or horrified.

He felt a touch on his arm and whipped his head around to see Neeshka's slender fingers. He gently clasped a hand over hers, giving a silent nod of thanks. He'd been on the verge of freaking out, before her hand had grounded him. He followed her concerned gaze and looked over the huge dire wolf, as it sat next to Avera. Surprisingly, he found he wasn't alarmed by its presence. Avera was a ranger, one at peace with the beasts of the wild. If she had allowed it to get so close, it was clearly a friend. The new Tiefing however, he did not feel so at ease about. It was odd, but something about his presence rubbed Alex the wrong way, even before he spoke. He shook himself mentaly, reminding himself not to be prejudiced; after all, Neeshka was right beside him and he felt no such instinctive aversion to her. In fact... He wasn't sure what he felt about Neeshka. He locked that thought away for another time; a blood-soaked battlefield was certainly not the time, nor place.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Sun Oct 03, 2010 11:09 pm

...And a last eldricht blast, striking hard on his chest, threw the bandit on the ground, where he finally decided to die.
Shaking his left hand in the air, in an attempt to cool it after the volley of spells he had released during the battle, the warlock rose up his head to realize that the last few bandits were busy trying to survive in their fights against the small group of adventurers (or whatever they might be).
Disappointed to see that his fight had already ended, he took a few strides away, to a point he had noticed earlier. A few meters away from there, left miraculously intact, a piece of meat was waiting over the still warm remains of a bonfire. Zabrard figured it must be chicken, seeing as he had accidentally stepped on one (no longer alive, by then) in the confusion of the battle. The last fights ended, a few seconds after his, as he took the skewer in his left hand (the right one still holding the blood-stained sword), and took a first bite in the roasted flesh.
Definitely chicken. He had not eaten for over a day, and the meat was a real delight.

“Tiefling.” He heard.

He turned around to face the halfling, and instinctively moved his right foot back into position, ready to move at the first sign of hostility. She did not look like she wanted to fight any further, but he had seen her form jumping from one spot to another, amid the battle, fighting at least as wildly as he did (with more grace and much less noise, of course). She was a force to be reckoned with, and the blood that covered her was there to prove it : it was not hers.
Thinking of blood... Zabrard mentally checked his wounds : he remembered he had a few cuts on his shoulders and on his left leg, nothing serious, but he also remembered he had two arrows in his back. He made a mental note to take care of them as soon as possible. Not that it was painful : his armor had taken away most of the arrow's momentum as they struck and the skin on his back had grown thick as leather, but he just thought how stupid he must look like with two arrows stuck like this.
His eyes briefly set on the dire wolf, behind the woman. It seemed almost friendly to the halfling. So, what, that woman was a ranger ? (She certainly did not look like a druid) That would explain how the group managed to find the camp before him. Or maybe that was something else.
Then he noticed the other two. The young man did not seem quite at ease; his sword, bathing in blood, proved that his fight, too, had been a fierce one. There was something not quite right about this one, Zabrard thought. When their eyes met, he frowned with a flash of anger in his pupils. Cleric. That's what wasn't right about him ! Even from where he stood, the tiefling could smell the stench of his deity, probably one those do-gooders like Tyr, Helm, Lathander or Illmater, he thought to himself. The woman beside him, however, was much more... interesting. Too bad he did not have time to study her case in detail, it would have been his pleasure to find out what secrets were hidden in her blood. Zabrard knew, by experience, that every tiefling has something to hide, at least the reasons of his own existence. But he didn't remember he had actually *seen* her in the battle. Which was probably not good.

"I see you are a determined fighter. Is this a pleasure to have been fighting by your side or something else?"

"A pleasure ?" He arched an eyebrow. His voice carried some contempt with it, as his standing did. "I've been tracking down these men for almost three days, now, and now that I finally come to strike the final blow and engage in an epic battle, I find the fight halfway ended !"
Zabrard violently shoved his pointy teeth in the piece of meat, taking another bite.
"*nom nom* I bet you'll want *nom nom* to share the loot, *nom nom* won't you !"
He sighed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes (yep, all that at once !). He relaxed a bit, obviously calmed down by the meat filling his stomach.
"Well..." he said with a shrug "At least I have chicken."


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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Mon Oct 04, 2010 12:58 am

Avera did not even look to the side as the dire wolf was doing so, watching Alex and Neeshka. They were ok but the little woman could guess that both Alex and this new, wild tiefling were likely not enjoying the sight and feel of the other. This red man was much more of an infernal type and that would grate on Alex just as Alex's holiness would make the tiefling feel uncomfortable and probably even antagonistic, if her senses were right.

"A pleasure ?"

There was contempt along with an arch of the brow which made the halfling smirk.

"I've been tracking down these men for almost three days, now, and now that I finally come to strike the final blow and engage in an epic battle, I find the fight halfway ended !"

So that was it. The smirk widened as she watched the man bite hard into the chicken as if he were taking out his anger on that simple piece of meat. He probably was for that matter but it didn't bother her. Some people had bad tempers and the little red head was one who had been many times easily accused, rightfully too, of having a nasty reaction to some things.

"*nom nom* I bet you'll want *nom nom* to share the loot, *nom nom* won't you ! Well... at least I have chicken."


That was when she laughed. The dire wolf beside her made a sound like a rough, Dwarven chuckle and continued to do so as long as Avera did. She leaned against the animal, almost disappearing into his neck fur the pushed against his leg and slapped him. The wolf looked down at her as both stopped their amused sounds.

"Took me about four hours." She stated evenly as she got closer to the tiefling. The dire wolf got up, eyeing the man and walking just behind the small woman and to the side, "You did pretty good mind you. The only one I know of who would have tracked this group faster than me is ... hmmm..."

Avera looked up at the wolf then nodded, "Somewhere else right now. Anyway, about that loot ... Neeshka can have some jewelry and the rest you can take. There's a lot in those tents over there." She pointed to a couple tents.

"How are you two doing over there, Alex? Nees?" She glanced over at the other two.

"Come it's healing time. Let me remove those arrows and heal your wounds, Mister Tiefling. What is your favorite song?"

((WOOT my Alex is back and no I don't know where that statement comes from Zabrad but I know it ... I mean I can't remember where I know it from Very Happy - addition - Leeroy Jenkins. I had to look it up on Wiki. Interesting getting famous by getting your WOW group demolished LOL ))
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Wed Aug 17, 2011 4:05 am

"How are you two doing over there, Alex? Nees?"

"I'm fine over here. Llathander's blessings kept me safe from harm. How about you, Neeshka?"

"Oh I'm just peachy. They couldn't even lay a finger on me. What, don't tell me you were worried, holy boy?" Neeshka laughed, almost mocking as she did so, but not enough to be insulting. It somehow fit her like a glove.

Alex nodded, cleaning his sword and sheathing it, his head low to hide the slight flush on his cheeks. "Is that a crime now, not that you'd be one to talk," he teased back, determined to give as good as he got, "You go ahead and see what's there; I'll help Avera heal our new friend..."

For a moment before she turned away, excited at the prospect of treasure, Neeshka looked a little hurt and Alex wondered if he'd gone too far, before she vanished into one of the tents and started rooting around. Alex crossed over to the new Tiefling and to Avera, helping prepare the wounds. "Hold still; this shouldn't take long." He started reciting the words of a prayer to his god, asking Lathander to close the tiefling's wounds and restore lost blood.
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Thu Aug 18, 2011 4:59 pm

Well, now what?

That was what Carhelka's eyes meant, or so Calliara thought while shrugging, looking back at her companion. Like hell she knew. Those bandits were dead, and that made her promise a bit difficult to fulfill, but also made things easier for her. The half elf shrugged again, thinking.

Carhelka nudged her leg with her nose, whimpering a bit, and the archer sighed and brushed the wolf's head with the back of her gloved hand. Looking down at her, Calliara smiled brightly. Carhelka snorted. Her crazy pup was going to do something irresponsible again for sure.

Standing up from where she had been hiding, a bit far from the camp and with the wind to her so her smell wouldn't get in her way to meet these new and interesting people, the First Arrow walked casually into camp, eyeing curiously the death bodies here and there, and then the people standing there, with her childish, chirpy smirk.

''Well it seems you had a great party in here. I'm so sad I'm late to enjoy it. May I give you my thanks for killing these greedy bastards for me?''
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PostSubject: Re: Walking Down a Sunlit Path   Thu Aug 18, 2011 6:34 pm

"Took me about four hours. You did pretty good mind you. The only one I know of who would have tracked this group faster than me is ... hmmm... Somewhere else right now. Anyway, about that loot ... Neeshka can have some jewelry and the rest you can take. There's a lot in those tents over there."

Distracted by the food in his hand, Zabrard paid little attention to the halfling's words ; only the last ones triggered a mechanical reaction, rolling his eyes, and mumbling something along the line : "Sure. Women always get the jewlery."

Wait. Four hours ?

Zabrard frowned a little.

That's about more than the time it takes to get here from the nearest road. Well, obviously the little woman was a ranger of some sort, so she would be moving faster than anybody else in the forest. But what about the two others ? The cleric certainly didn't look like a worshipper of some of the woodland's deities, so the group had to move, at best, as fast as he could. So, they were already in the forest when they began to track the bandits ?

"Come it's healing time. Let me remove those arrows and heal your wounds, Mister Tiefling. What is your favorite song?"

The ranger's words brought the warlock back to reality. Ignoring the request for a song, he reluctantly turned his back to the halfling ; it wasn't part of his habits, but since they were accompanied by such a cleric, he figured they wouldn't be prone to stabbing him in the back without warning. It would take more than that, anyway. But while the arrows were being removed, he resumed thinking.

That leads to another question : if such is the case, what were they doing in the forest ? Travelling the roads isn't really safe, but travelling through the woods is quite tricky. Maybe an escort party, but for whom ? And why in the Hells would anybody track bandits to their encampment for four hours, and then launch a full frontal assault on it, while it would be so much easier to just carry on ? Whoever they were, they must have had some interest in the routing of these thiefs. And loot didn't seem to be it. Then what ?

He was woken up of his thinking when he felt the temperature in front of him dramatically rising up. Zabrard instinctively looked down to the bronze plate covering his heart. He didn't see the cleric walking towards him, as he prepared to heal the severe scratch left on his back by a not-too-friendly dagger ; but now that the god-blessed man had gotten closer, the artifact on the warlock's chest began to react to his presence, radiating an infernal heat.
As long as he had his back turned, the heat only affected the empty space in front of him ; but when he heard the cleric starting to recite his prayer, Zabrard turned around, causing temperature to rise, now around both the halfling and the human. The plate's reaction to such a casual prayer was noticeable, yet largely bearable.

"I would advise you reconsidered this prayer, young man." The warlock said with a smirk. His thinking had taken away some of his anger, leaving an hint of irony instead. "Not that I do not admire your willingness to heal the wounds of a complete stranger, but they'll heal soon enough by themselves."
He turned his head to the halfling and nodded "Thank you for getting those stupid arrows away from me, and not trying to stab me in the back in the process."

"Now if you'll excuse me," he tossed the now bare chicken bone on the ground "I have to check if those worthless scumbags have left anything useful behind them."

On this, Zabrard walked to one of the tents, carefully avoiding to get anywhere near the tiefling woman. He scanned the ground on his way trusting his senses to point him to any valuable magical object, but felt nothing remarkable : the bandits' weapons were of poor quality and had, at best, a minor enchantment. Nothing interesting. The warlock had little hope to find anything worth here, but he couldn't just give up now. As he crossed the doorstep of a half-burned-down tent, he heard the voice of another woman entering the camp. He let out an upset sigh, sounding somewhat like a bull scratching the ground, as he grumbled to himself :

"Yeah right, a party. That's exactly what it's starting to look like. Why can't I just chase down a few bandits without attracting all the loonies of the country ? By the Nine !"

Shaking his head in disbelief, he set out to turn the remains of the tent upside-down, forcing chests open, briefly examining every item he came across.
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