[center][h3]Mistakes are Made[/h3][/center]


[b][color=39b54a]Matrim[/color][/b]
Edge of Seren’s Folly
With Emiliah [@Ellion] and Andvari [@Fetzen]

Matrim’s spear plunged right into the head of the nearest goblin, then whipped it out and stabbed another shit who was biting onto his leg. Both goblins fell dead, and Matrim breathed heavily as he realized that was the last two attacking him for now.

Corpses laid all around from where he came from, and blood dripped everywhere off of him. The smell was absolutely nauseating, making it difficult for him to keep going. He was finally at the town, to what he thought was safe. [color=39b54a][i]Escaping one problem and onto the next,[/i][/color] he thought bitterly. The time allowed him to reload his pistol, which was a delicate and excruciatingly long procedure. “I swear I’ll just get one of those small crossbows or something when I can and finally be rid of this useless shit,” he muttered as he poured the firing powder down the chamber.

The hunter could hear the noise of the rest of the goblin horde within the city. Judging by the amount he’d already fought, he imagined the place swarming with the things. Finished reloading, Matrim picked up the pace but slowed as a woman had escaped from the crowd and was heading towards him. She seemed in a similar state to him, but also had a bolt lodged in her arm.

The bolt confused Matrim, who knew no goblin would ever actually use a crossbow, especially a heavy one to launch a bolt like that. He looked past the woman and noticed a man on a roof looking in this direction. He seemed the likely culprit, holding a crossbow and all. The whole scene seemed so strange for Matrim, who grew ever more confused.

There was little time to be wasting, the goblins would likely notice them soon, and there were others in the town that obviously needed some aid, especially the woman with the bolt in the arm. He made a step towards her, but looked back up at the man, then back up at the woman, then back at the man. From the undead, to goblins, and now a man shooting a woman while there was too many goblins. It was quite enough for Matrim at the moment.

[color=39b54a]“You people make no damned sense,”[/color] he muttered, then raised the flintlock and fired at the man.

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[b][color=00aeef]Aromull[/color][/b]
Enjoying his time in the middle of a goblin raid
Near [@Aerandir] [@Kitty] [@Bright_Ops] [@ghastlyInc]

A knife had suddenly entered into the skull of the goblin that had tackled Aromull, which caused the goblin to die and fall off of him. Looking over from where the knife came from, Aromull saw the woman who possessed medical skills, and now appeared to also be quite capable in knife throwings into goblin heads. [color=00aeef]“Thank you madam!”[/color] Aromull called out to the woman, who likely didn’t hear him over everything else going on. 

Unfortunately the scholar was not given quite enough time to get back up as several more goblins pinned him back down. [color=00aeef]“Oh dear, not again,”[/color] he muttered while shaking his head and attempting to get the goblins off of him. [color=00aeef][i]Really should have been more careful, ah what a shame,[/i][/color] he thought.

However, it was not the scholar’s time to be murdered, as the goblins were suddenly beaten with an illustrious man with a silver cane. The three goblins were defeated, and allowed Aromull to regain his footing.

[color=00aeef]“Thank you my good sir,”[/color] Aromull said, standing and brushing off some of the blood as though it were simple dust. “Quite a good show with that cane!” He was about to join back into the fray but faltered as he looked over at Flint who was currently taunting the goblins with a chicken. [color=00aeef]“Quite an unusual strategy against goblins. Most of the time I believe you want to [i]not[/i] get swarmed with all of them while you dangle one of their gods in the air, but to each their own. What do you think?”[/color] he asked the man who had recently saved him, even if he had already left to fight more goblins.

The woman with medical skills was attacking once more, but no longer with the knives and instead a sword. The goblins seemed to actually fear her, but Aromull was unable to tell exactly why from his current angle as he was unable to see the black eyes.

More goblins were heading towards the raised chicken, and made Aromull realize he should probably be attempting to help. [color=00aeef][i]Well back into the fray once more. Try not to exceed your luck again, I really want to make a chapter on witches first,[/i][/color] he thought as he stepped in front of several goblins and began to fight.