Ok, so you want Sult to stick in the back? I thought we had circled the tree or something...
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Sult is pissed off too. They hurt Garret and threaten the mini captain.
YOU DO NOT THREATEN THE MINI CAPTAIN.
Edit: and yes, I'm totally ripping off Roman military tactics.
YOU DO NOT THREATEN THE MINI CAPTAIN.
Edit: and yes, I'm totally ripping off Roman military tactics.
Sult frowned, upon hearing the comments of a knight... Gillian? Who said that it was a plan? It was an idea to provoke him. Stupid uppity military types. She cursed under her breath, but managed to utter a "Thank you" to both him and Garret, dedicating a beaming smile to the latter. The barbarian knight had seen through his intentions, proving once that education and clever thinking were two different things.
She had barely any time as she could feel the weight of her blunder -sir Garret pushing her down- as she impacted the ground, letting a surprised yelp as she did so. Crimson. Blood from Sir Garret stained her armor. Crossbowmen.
Oh great, so Sparky was right. I'm not going to live this one down, am I? She bitterly thought, as she eyed the ever changing battlefield. Come on, Sult, this isn't like you. You don't blunder this much. She added as aftertought, her fingers stained crimson with Garret's blood.
Which she licked. A nasty glint in the corner of her eyes appeared. Things were devolving quickly, so she made haste. She got up, and witnessed Garret roar and charge. Wounded beast, much? At least he is clearing a path. It was a sensible option, as she didn't skip a beat in tailing him, her shield and eyes at the ready for more crossbow bolts. One of such penetrated the shield like swiss cheese, but failed to do so through the armor, as it bounced after losing too much of its speed.
I'm your shield, Garret. She added as she pushed herself out of breath, following the barbarian in the mad dash, covering his back while he was wide open. Until it came to an halt, her feet actually slipping slighty upon seeing how the barbarian had leapt like a mad stallion.
Can't clear that jump myself. She looked at the burning tree, biting her lip in the process. She looked at each side of the massive trunk. Running to the sides could take too much time. Fetching something to make a makeshift ramp could potentially take much aswell. She eyed her shield.
Maybe... She skipped a couple of steps, as she began to run. And then she jumped, directly into the log, but with one important difference. She went shield first, weighting herself so she would spin and polevault, sliding across the trunk on her shield.
And falling flat on her face on the other side.
Looked a better idea when I thought it. The taste of dirt invaded her mouth, as her face faceplanted on the battlefield. And she could smell something could be burning. It didn't take too long for her to realize. Her own prized hair was aflame!
"GAH HOT HOT PTEW PTEW" She added, flailing to douse the incipient flames in her hair, and struggling to her feet, scrambling for her sword and shield. Just hang in there, captain. I'm almost there!
She had barely any time as she could feel the weight of her blunder -sir Garret pushing her down- as she impacted the ground, letting a surprised yelp as she did so. Crimson. Blood from Sir Garret stained her armor. Crossbowmen.
Oh great, so Sparky was right. I'm not going to live this one down, am I? She bitterly thought, as she eyed the ever changing battlefield. Come on, Sult, this isn't like you. You don't blunder this much. She added as aftertought, her fingers stained crimson with Garret's blood.
Which she licked. A nasty glint in the corner of her eyes appeared. Things were devolving quickly, so she made haste. She got up, and witnessed Garret roar and charge. Wounded beast, much? At least he is clearing a path. It was a sensible option, as she didn't skip a beat in tailing him, her shield and eyes at the ready for more crossbow bolts. One of such penetrated the shield like swiss cheese, but failed to do so through the armor, as it bounced after losing too much of its speed.
I'm your shield, Garret. She added as she pushed herself out of breath, following the barbarian in the mad dash, covering his back while he was wide open. Until it came to an halt, her feet actually slipping slighty upon seeing how the barbarian had leapt like a mad stallion.
Can't clear that jump myself. She looked at the burning tree, biting her lip in the process. She looked at each side of the massive trunk. Running to the sides could take too much time. Fetching something to make a makeshift ramp could potentially take much aswell. She eyed her shield.
Maybe... She skipped a couple of steps, as she began to run. And then she jumped, directly into the log, but with one important difference. She went shield first, weighting herself so she would spin and polevault, sliding across the trunk on her shield.
And falling flat on her face on the other side.
Looked a better idea when I thought it. The taste of dirt invaded her mouth, as her face faceplanted on the battlefield. And she could smell something could be burning. It didn't take too long for her to realize. Her own prized hair was aflame!
"GAH HOT HOT PTEW PTEW" She added, flailing to douse the incipient flames in her hair, and struggling to her feet, scrambling for her sword and shield. Just hang in there, captain. I'm almost there!
@AtomicNut I'm not terribly familiar with the practice of magical healing in this particular universe, but I imagine there isn't a great deal of time for her to put those skills to use should she get stuck by his creation.
Though this is all moot considering we're on the same team and all.
It isn't magical in her case, but she does know her own repertory of tricks and body circulation to make it less effective.
They're going to get along just fine. Nothing like confronting a master poisoner on his underhanded tactics to overcome ones own personal fears.
...Probably mention that she became a healer to counter that. :P
By all means, pester. Plenty to go around.
To be honest she's kind of a trickster/knight/healer/scholar :P
@AtomicNut The first one..... eeeevery time
I'm not sure if to pester the doc or actually shun him for his use of poison. Sult nearly died because some scorned jerk poisoned her.
@AtomicNut I don't think I'm ever going to stop reading Sult's name wrong...
Which way, Slut or Lust? XD
Sult yawned significantly, her weight shifting from one leg to the other. So many things had happened in so little time, but she had felt not doing anything. That damned old carcass -this was going to be how she would refer to the Scary One from now on- had completely ruined her adorable punchline with her spear demonstration. It was gross, disturbing, annoying... and somewhat interesting to her healer side. But mostly annoying. Then more people appeared, instructions were exchanged.
Oh, and she wiped the blood as the Ice Jerk had told her. The joke was getting old. Still, Sult could not hide her bliss at some of the new knights, all of them male. A manly scholar, and a medic, to pester for information and books! Creepy looks aside, she was looking forward to stick to the shadows of those two. She, after all, was a fellow thinking mind. So engrossed she was she did not notice much of the actual strategy and hush hush, and as such she didn't make much of a reaction. She had gotten a general gist of it. Four groups. Smash and entrap.
And of course given her less-than-stellar performance, no such group had been entrusted. Still, she stuck to the Captain. After all obeying the order and keeping her alive was more important than other whims. Plus, one of the new recruits, the Hundi, looked positively adorable next to her. A pup and a mini captain. She could joke all the day...
...but Sparky had gone to the old geezer's side. That was not fair! She wanted to tease them a little! And that Eadwig (earwig!) didn't look like he had a sense of humour. At least she could rely on Sir Garret for that. She dedicated a longing stare to the tall man. "Sir Garreeet, please don't let poor me get harmed, will you?" She said, fluttering her eyelashes, while looking at their companions.
And then the order for charge happened, after an arrow attack. Sult grinned, and yelled in top of her lungs.
"FOR THE MINI CAPTAIN!"
Well, she was trying to be encouraging, but the devil that whispered in her ear almost always won. Speaking of crooks, the leader of the haggard group was nowhere to be seen, thought the newbie knight as she drove through the uneducated hordes, sneaking cheap kicks and pommel hits in critical parts when people weren't looking. That was unacceptable.
"Cover me! I have an idea!" She yelled to her nearby teammates.
Seeing that there was a surplus of healers, she took the spirits she used to disinfect from her pouch, as well as a bandage, and fashioned an incendiary artifact, all to lob it into the throne who was in the middle of the campment.
If that bandit was too arrogant to claim himself king, surely the sight of seeing his dear crude throne in flames would make him come out.
Oh, and she wiped the blood as the Ice Jerk had told her. The joke was getting old. Still, Sult could not hide her bliss at some of the new knights, all of them male. A manly scholar, and a medic, to pester for information and books! Creepy looks aside, she was looking forward to stick to the shadows of those two. She, after all, was a fellow thinking mind. So engrossed she was she did not notice much of the actual strategy and hush hush, and as such she didn't make much of a reaction. She had gotten a general gist of it. Four groups. Smash and entrap.
And of course given her less-than-stellar performance, no such group had been entrusted. Still, she stuck to the Captain. After all obeying the order and keeping her alive was more important than other whims. Plus, one of the new recruits, the Hundi, looked positively adorable next to her. A pup and a mini captain. She could joke all the day...
...but Sparky had gone to the old geezer's side. That was not fair! She wanted to tease them a little! And that Eadwig (earwig!) didn't look like he had a sense of humour. At least she could rely on Sir Garret for that. She dedicated a longing stare to the tall man. "Sir Garreeet, please don't let poor me get harmed, will you?" She said, fluttering her eyelashes, while looking at their companions.
And then the order for charge happened, after an arrow attack. Sult grinned, and yelled in top of her lungs.
"FOR THE MINI CAPTAIN!"
Well, she was trying to be encouraging, but the devil that whispered in her ear almost always won. Speaking of crooks, the leader of the haggard group was nowhere to be seen, thought the newbie knight as she drove through the uneducated hordes, sneaking cheap kicks and pommel hits in critical parts when people weren't looking. That was unacceptable.
"Cover me! I have an idea!" She yelled to her nearby teammates.
Seeing that there was a surplus of healers, she took the spirits she used to disinfect from her pouch, as well as a bandage, and fashioned an incendiary artifact, all to lob it into the throne who was in the middle of the campment.
If that bandit was too arrogant to claim himself king, surely the sight of seeing his dear crude throne in flames would make him come out.
@AtomicNutAwesome you're back. This should be fun. *Eyes @Zelosse* Yo, peep the IC
Alright y'all dont go crazy while I'm gone but I'll be back in a few hours, peace.
Edit: nevermind.
Also Sult is outright mean. Setting stuff on fire, like wooden thrones.
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