Martox waited until Cewri bound and took Celeste, "Everyone got their gear? Let's get outside!" He quickly ran outside. He turned to see their enemy, who were still firing arrows at the cottage. Damn goblins. They always come at the worst times. He pointed his staff out towards them and began to shoot fireballs at them, taking a few out before they noticed that they were outside now. They turned their attention to their new targets and began to fire at the team. One arrow came flying down and struck Martox in the left shoulder, "Dammit!" He focused directly on the one who he thought fired the arrow and began to rain living hell on him. Soon the body of the goblin was in a clump of flaming decay on the ground. Martox turned to his teammates while arrows were still coming for them, "So... Do we fight them? I think we could easily dispatch them all." He looked back at the arrows and started to intercept what ones he could in midair with ice spikes while the others decided their plan. We need to take care of Celeste. Will it take longer to fight or to run?
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I'm gonna try and post as much as normal today, but I am going to be busy studying for the two finals I have tomorrow. So today and tomorrow I may post less. But I'll try to keep up with you guys. I should be able to post at least twice tomorrow I'd say. I'll check every so often today as well.
Martox watched as Celeste was pinned too the ground by the large half-giant. He let out a half sigh of relief, thinking the trial was almost over. But, as he started to relax, the roof set ablaze. He quickly pointed his staff towards the ceiling and started to douse it in ice. As the fires started to fade though, more arrows began to come in, setting more fires. It was too much to try and stop, so Martox turned his attention to the still flaming Oryx. He ran over to his boney companion and laid his hands on him, water started to trickle down his body, putting out the fires that were beginning to engulf him. He coughed hard and his eyes began to water, "We must get outside before the smoke and flames take us." He sent a gust of wind through the house, alleviating the smoke for a few moments. Martox grabbed his bag and ran to Cewri, "Grab your things friend. I will hold her here for now, but I don't think I'll be able to move her on my own." He pointed his staff down on Celeste's chest, praying that she wouldn't try move or get away. He didn't wish to hurt her, but he wouldn't hesitate to try to knock her out if needed. He noticed a symbol start to appear on her neck, before he could more closely inspect though, the smoke started to blur his vision once more.
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Sorry, but there are too many characters for my preference. I'll have to drop out of this one. Have a good RP everyone!
Sorry, but there are too many characters for my preference. I'll have to drop out of this one. Have a good RP everyone!
Martox set his cup down on a ledge, himself facing away from the door, as he heard footsteps start to enter the cabin. Without turning Martox exclaimed, "Ah! Finally the last of us join in!" He turned to see Celeste, but she was obviously not herself. Martox's expression quickly went from one of a jester to one of a soldier, stoic with a mix worry. He watched her closely as she spoke at first, seeming to almost struggle to do so. As she swung her sword down, splitting the chair in two and almost taking Oryx with it, Martox finally moved. He ran towards his bag that was sitting next to the barrels of ale and pulled Ignes et Ice out and again turned to Celeste, who was now bringing her sword down onto Oryx's shield. Not much more time before Oryx would be in a bad way, she was coming down hard on him. Martox tried to think of something quickly, he didn't wish to hurt Celeste, but time was of the essence and planning something wasn't a luxury they could afford right now.
Martox brought his staff down with a hard thud to the ground, spreading ice towards Celeste's feet, hoping to make her slip if she moved. He quickly ran around while the ice made its way underneath her and tried to find a good shot to hit he sword with a fireball to knock it out of her hands. But she was moving too quickly, slashing down to fast for him to be able to line up the shot. He didn't want to miss and burn the cabin down, or, even worse, hit Oryx or another teammate. He decided he would have to wait to see what would happen, or until another opportunity arose to disarm her.
Martox brought his staff down with a hard thud to the ground, spreading ice towards Celeste's feet, hoping to make her slip if she moved. He quickly ran around while the ice made its way underneath her and tried to find a good shot to hit he sword with a fireball to knock it out of her hands. But she was moving too quickly, slashing down to fast for him to be able to line up the shot. He didn't want to miss and burn the cabin down, or, even worse, hit Oryx or another teammate. He decided he would have to wait to see what would happen, or until another opportunity arose to disarm her.
Martox watched for a bit and finished his drink while listening to the others converse. He smiled inside, seeing how, even though it had been ten years since they had all come together last, they were all still good friends. It was not like strangers meeting and asking benign questions, but instead kin coming together to celebrate life and accomplishments. He walked to the barrel of ale and poured himself another drink. While he was taking a long sip, he heard Oryx give tribute. Martox brought the cup away from his lips and started to head outside near Oryx when Cerwi began singing. The words were foreign to him, but it was still obviously what he was singing. Martox had remembered hearing it before, but he couldn't place where. He began to hum the tune as stood next to Oryx and Desalith.
This is for you, my friends of old. Those I fought next to in a battle forgotten in time. Those who were lost, and those who still remain. We remember you, though most may not. The Archers Three, whom tale tells could fire 30 arrows in a second. Ozirys, the priest who could banish any evil. And... Of course. To you Concara. The greatest wizard I have ever had the grace of knowing. Who I was too foolish to be able to save for my neglect in healing magic. Your final words, and your staff, will remain with me until the end of days. I will meet you in the Great Beyond someday and greet you as an old friend. Martox tipped his drink to the side with a solemn look on his face and let the vast majority of it spill into the dirt where the ground would soak it up, just as it did with blood on that faithful day.
Martox turned and reentered the cabin, taking a long pull of his drink and wiping his mouth clean afterwards. As he made his way back to the barrel again, he patted Cewri on his shoulder blade, seeing as that's as high as he could reach without tip-toeing. Then he refilled his mug and turned to the heroes and said, "This is not a day to mourn our fallen brethen, friends." He took a sip, "It is a day to remember them, and their achievements. To celebrate life, rather than recall their deaths." He extended his arm and put his cup in the air with a smile, gesturing for them all to clank together and drink.
This is for you, my friends of old. Those I fought next to in a battle forgotten in time. Those who were lost, and those who still remain. We remember you, though most may not. The Archers Three, whom tale tells could fire 30 arrows in a second. Ozirys, the priest who could banish any evil. And... Of course. To you Concara. The greatest wizard I have ever had the grace of knowing. Who I was too foolish to be able to save for my neglect in healing magic. Your final words, and your staff, will remain with me until the end of days. I will meet you in the Great Beyond someday and greet you as an old friend. Martox tipped his drink to the side with a solemn look on his face and let the vast majority of it spill into the dirt where the ground would soak it up, just as it did with blood on that faithful day.
Martox turned and reentered the cabin, taking a long pull of his drink and wiping his mouth clean afterwards. As he made his way back to the barrel again, he patted Cewri on his shoulder blade, seeing as that's as high as he could reach without tip-toeing. Then he refilled his mug and turned to the heroes and said, "This is not a day to mourn our fallen brethen, friends." He took a sip, "It is a day to remember them, and their achievements. To celebrate life, rather than recall their deaths." He extended his arm and put his cup in the air with a smile, gesturing for them all to clank together and drink.
Is that thunder I hear? Or.. No. I know who that is! He took another large swig from his mug just as Cewri walked in. "Thar he blows! The largest hero to ever walk the lands." Martox let out a hard chuckle before he walked to the part-giant and shook his hand. Martox's hand felt like the hilt of a sword in the mans massive hands, "How have things been my friend? Stomping any villages lately?" He took a step back and quickly added, "Of bad people of course." He tilted his mug and clanked it against Desalith's, raising it slightly towards him, and took another drink.
Food and drink for the greatest hero's the realm have ever seen! Martox's expression changed for a brief moment, remembering the other heroes, especially Concara, lost on the field and how some of those lost may had been his wrong doing. But he shook it off quickly and took Oryx's hand back and laughed at what he said and replied, "Oh, I'm just fine. I was in a town earlier today, just doing an odd job." He took a quick swig from his cup, coughed slightly and continued, "Just as I had finished, the thought of what day it was just came over me." He pointed in the direction he came in from, "Well, sure enough, I figured out what day it was and had to practically sprint my whole way here. It was quite the trek." He looked at Oryx's body, "Now, you look like you could use a drink my friend." He smiled and tried to hold in a laugh, "You look dry as a bone." Martox tilted his head down and let out a hardy chuckle. Oh man. I'm killing it today.
Food and drink for the greatest hero's the realm have ever seen! Martox's expression changed for a brief moment, remembering the other heroes, especially Concara, lost on the field and how some of those lost may had been his wrong doing. But he shook it off quickly and took Oryx's hand back and laughed at what he said and replied, "Oh, I'm just fine. I was in a town earlier today, just doing an odd job." He took a quick swig from his cup, coughed slightly and continued, "Just as I had finished, the thought of what day it was just came over me." He pointed in the direction he came in from, "Well, sure enough, I figured out what day it was and had to practically sprint my whole way here. It was quite the trek." He looked at Oryx's body, "Now, you look like you could use a drink my friend." He smiled and tried to hold in a laugh, "You look dry as a bone." Martox tilted his head down and let out a hardy chuckle. Oh man. I'm killing it today.
Martox wiped the sweat off of his face and quickly put out the fire in front of him. He let out a deep sigh and turned to the next enemy rushing towards him. With his staff in his right hand he pointed at the undead skeleton quickly making his way to him, and shot out a fire ball. The skeleton took the hit to its shoulder and it's left arm fell off. It looked at its dismembered arm for a second then back at Martox, he rose his sword in the air and charged once again and Martox shot another blast of fire, this time striking it in the leg. It fell over without the support of its right leg below the knee. Martox laughed while he made his way to the mess of bones still trying to crawl towards Martox, "Looks like you don't have a..." He chuckled to himself, "Leg to stand on!" He let out a good hard laugh while he smashed the end of his staff into the skeleton's skull, smashing it into pieces. Martox, wiping a tear away from from his eye, turned towards the mage who was cowering against the wall. "Hey, hey," Martox spoke, "Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you." He walked to and stopped in front of the the mage while putting his hand on his shoulder, "You'll probably get killed by someone or something though if you don't start training harder though. I suggest going to a town and practice your necromancy in secret basement." He turned and started to walk towards the exit of the cave while saying, "A lot of people aren't okay with it."
Martox stepped outside into a wooded area, where the sun came through the trees. He shielded his eyes briefly and started to make his way down to a town that settled at the bottom of the hill. After a few minutes of walking, he reached the outskirts of the town and went to the local town leader. Martox bowed, "Sir. Your necromancy problem has... Mostly been taken care of." The leader shifted in his chair and with a stern look and a deep voice exclaimed, "What do you mean mostly, mage?" He almost spit out the last word. Martox replied, "Well, I did leave him alive, but the fear of the Gods has been stricken into him. I assure you, he will either leave or try to come join your community. It's up to you from there what you wish to do." The man scowled and threw a bag of coins at Martox, which he swiftly caught and said, "You're only getting part of the reward because the necromancer does not lay dead. Now get out of village." Martox bowed again and put the coins in his pouch. Before leaving the massive manor though, a thought crossed his mind and his facial expression obviously held something of worry. He turned quickly and shouted to the leader, "What day is it!?" The leader, still with the scornful look, shouted back, "The 22nd." Martox's look went from worried, to a mixutre of worry and surprise, and he ran out of the village faster than he had practically ever ran before.
At he base of a large mountain, he stood, out of breath and sweaty. He took a seat on a near-by tree stump and looked up the path. Do I really have to climb this damn thing just to get to the reunion? There'd better be food. He stood up and took a deep breath beginning his trek up the hill. And a lot of drink. The sky was cloudy now and the sun was beginning to set when he first saw the cabin, it was only about a mile away now. Martox wiped his forhead of sweat and pulled his staff out. He touched the tip of his staff to his mouth, and some water dripped out before he swallowed. He did that three more times and put Ignes et Ice back on his back while he started to make his way to the cabin again. He finally reached the front door and heard a few voices inside. Hm... Looks like I'm a little late to the party. He grabbed the cabins door handle and flung the door open while yelling, "THE PARTY IS HERE FELLAS!" He made his way over to one of the barrels and poured himself a mug of ale. He took one long swig of the drink and smiled at his two old companions, "How has the flesh been hanging on?" He looked at Oryx and chuckled to himself, "Or.. Uh.. Not hanging on I suppose."
Martox stepped outside into a wooded area, where the sun came through the trees. He shielded his eyes briefly and started to make his way down to a town that settled at the bottom of the hill. After a few minutes of walking, he reached the outskirts of the town and went to the local town leader. Martox bowed, "Sir. Your necromancy problem has... Mostly been taken care of." The leader shifted in his chair and with a stern look and a deep voice exclaimed, "What do you mean mostly, mage?" He almost spit out the last word. Martox replied, "Well, I did leave him alive, but the fear of the Gods has been stricken into him. I assure you, he will either leave or try to come join your community. It's up to you from there what you wish to do." The man scowled and threw a bag of coins at Martox, which he swiftly caught and said, "You're only getting part of the reward because the necromancer does not lay dead. Now get out of village." Martox bowed again and put the coins in his pouch. Before leaving the massive manor though, a thought crossed his mind and his facial expression obviously held something of worry. He turned quickly and shouted to the leader, "What day is it!?" The leader, still with the scornful look, shouted back, "The 22nd." Martox's look went from worried, to a mixutre of worry and surprise, and he ran out of the village faster than he had practically ever ran before.
At he base of a large mountain, he stood, out of breath and sweaty. He took a seat on a near-by tree stump and looked up the path. Do I really have to climb this damn thing just to get to the reunion? There'd better be food. He stood up and took a deep breath beginning his trek up the hill. And a lot of drink. The sky was cloudy now and the sun was beginning to set when he first saw the cabin, it was only about a mile away now. Martox wiped his forhead of sweat and pulled his staff out. He touched the tip of his staff to his mouth, and some water dripped out before he swallowed. He did that three more times and put Ignes et Ice back on his back while he started to make his way to the cabin again. He finally reached the front door and heard a few voices inside. Hm... Looks like I'm a little late to the party. He grabbed the cabins door handle and flung the door open while yelling, "THE PARTY IS HERE FELLAS!" He made his way over to one of the barrels and poured himself a mug of ale. He took one long swig of the drink and smiled at his two old companions, "How has the flesh been hanging on?" He looked at Oryx and chuckled to himself, "Or.. Uh.. Not hanging on I suppose."
I am so sorry! My internet went out last night, and it just got back up and working. I'll post in a few hours!
Alright, I will be posting later tonight. I'm in class right now until noon, then I have a six hour drive. So, hopefully afterwards I'll be able to post. But I will definitely get it up before I go to sleep.
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