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Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

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Fire Emblem: Binding Light

The thieves and archer surrounding the champion of Naga failed to notice two figures not a dozen feet away, sitting outside a small shop in the alley the boy had ducked down. The place was a small, local store that only locals typically frequented or even realized existed, but the older man between the two of them was an experienced wanderer and had come across the place last time he had passed through Yllistol and thought it was a good place to stop for a rest. The younger girl was keeping half an eye on her horse, which was tethered to a nearby post as the two ate their meals in peace. Well, peace until the bounty hunters went and tried to collect. The older man, relatively speaking since he was only really in his mid twenties, but was much older comparitevly to the younger healer woman, sighed as he saw the violence break out. "Ach, we cannae find a days peace without some damn fools going violent in greed after a lad, eh Niya? Reckon we intervene on 'is behalf, savvy?"

The younger woman quietly sipped from the drink before her, far weaker than she was used to but it would certainly suffice. The healer had her staff resting against the table as she listened to the man speak and she shook her head slightly. The young tactician, judging from his garb, was in well over his head and would probably need a hand or two in dispatching the bounty hunters. She stood up, collecting her staff and looking down at the mercenary who stood up with a grunt, sword sheathed at his side as he looked at the healer with a loose grin. The woman spoke briefly, already turning towards her horse, resigned to the fact the man was about to engage the bounty hunters on the young tactician's behalf. She intended to return to her horse and observe, to mend any injuries that might crop up from the upcoming violence. "You cannot leave well enough alone, Jerod. I'll be on the horseback if needed."

Jerod snorted, turning towards the surrounded lad and drew his blade, making a very distinct, clean noise that should be very familiar to the scoundrels ganging up on the lad. Face matched some posters he had seen, some nonesense about heresy and crime against the church, but frankly the mercenary wasn't really concerned with that. These rogues gave Jerod a bad taste in his mouth, figuratively speaking, and he was not fond of that situation. Besides, he and the church never see eye to eye, so he intended to give em a swift kick to the groin. Advancing, he opened combat without a word, attacking the closest thief without wasted time, a powerful cross strike that would leave him in a good defensive stance if he didn't bring the thief down low, forcing everyone in front of the lad and mercenary, speaking harshly now. "Alright, ye damned prancin' ninnies, these odds ain' fair at all. Now they are, but not fer you lot."

Niya untied her horse from the hitch she had left him at, and quickly hauled herself up and onto the saddle, turning the horse without a word. Despite her penchant for cheap shots, no one expected them from a healer, she was not, by definition, a combatant. So she brought the horse around to the rear of the young tactician and Jerod, foolhardy mercenary as he was, and he was indeed determined to intervene on the behalf of the tactician. Who he was was of no real concern to Niya, but she been stuck all but babysitting Jerod most of the time, so she was hardly ready to abandon ship, as it were, and just ride off without the man now. Damn the oath she had sworn some days, this man was getting her into all sorts of trouble it seemed. Thankfully they were not an official envoy of any land, or this could be rather complicated. "Call wounds out, or I can't mend them. I am not psychic and cannot know injuries the moment they happen."

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Starting on an intro post now for Jerod and Niya now, hopefully will be done before I head into work.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Well, flesh and bone can mend, so it all works out in the long run of things!

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov shook his head in a combination of amusement and wonder at the insistence that Smiles seemed to have in throwing him clear across the plaza, but that might have had a reason in the fact he had unknowingly insulted the whole teleportation thing. Thankfully, considering how obvious and rather noticeable form a flying, most likely angry at that point, human would be, she did indeed opt against doing so and instead went with the typical means of travel they had gone through with before. Before he had a chance to get a word in edgewise, however, she had a hand on his coat again and they once again hit the warp with the intent of only moving a few hundred feet. Nothing should have possibly gone wrong with that, right?

Of course, something seemed off as Stukov kept getting pulled in all directions, it felt like, far longer than normal as he started gyrating before he even left the warp. The armsman managed off a string of curses before being spat out into realspace, but he was not on the ground. He was still spinning around though as he managed to catch sight of Smiles, Boss and Watchman below him. Great, now he was ten feet off target instead of where he needed to be. That thought didn't really last long as the spinning cut out, but what was holding him up also managed to vanish right at the same time. This was going to hurt, was about all the time Stukov had to consciously think before gravity snagged him properly and threw him directly at the ground. Training did kick in and he tried to get his legs under him, to let them soak up some impact and roll into the impact.

Alas, there was not really enough space for that, and moving in an atmosphere affected by gravity was far different than zero g and no atmosphere. With a hard, very solid thump Stukov hit the ground with a pained grunt. Rebreather mask prevented damage to the face, beyond the red lines that were probably imprinted from where the mask sat, while he suspected there were fair amounts of internal bruising, nothing felt broken thankfully. The armsman groaned as he forced himself off the ground, picking himself up and brushing off his attire before looking at the assembled band that had arrived so far. Boss, obviously, Watchman seemed to beat the two of them here on foot, not surprising considering the side trips they took, and Smiles also came out of the teleport first. That was not terribly surprising, she was the controlling person after all. Perhaps she lost her grip, or the warp was just being itself. It was probably appropriate to say something at this particular moment, however. "Wasn't intending to drop in unannounced, but here I am finally. Appreciate the advice on bracing, Smiles."

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov had no idea he was going to be used for comic relief, although it seems karma has a sense of humor. And he'll be feeling that drop, don't you fret your heads none. All a consequence of not watching one's mouth around a pysker, I reckon.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

@Mcmolly

There is room for another, with all those who posted interest inside the interest check included.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov noticed the way Smiles was turned to look at him, coupled with her statement on usually teleporting groups of six men at a time on average, and he suppresed the urge to either wince or sigh in relief. Wince, since he had made an unnecessary backhand insult. Sigh in relief, since she didn't decide to put him into orbit or deposit him into the warp, never to be seen again. He spoke again, keeping the placating tone he wanted to put into it out of his voice as he slipped his hands into his coat pockets. "Didn't mean to insult, Smiles, still leaps and bounds above just walking the whole way here or, Emperor forbid, trying to flag a transport down."

Stukov kept his peace as the two walked and came to overlook the massive gallery complex. Impressive, the armsman thought, reminded him of some of the larger voidship construction and how ornate they tended to be on the outside, and where it mattered on the inside. He couldn't imagine the contents of such a place, it seemed to serve no practical purpose beyond another place for puffed up royals to show up and show how they are better than each other. They had an impressive vantage point over the area, and as the servo skull came down and Smiles dispatched orders, Stukov looked over the area for security, if any that was so obvious. The armsman left finding the Inquisitor to the servo skull and Smiles.

Not too much longer Smiles started talking, and Stukov looked over to her as she spoke and corrected herself on speaking out the Inquisitor's title. That was a small relief, even though he highly doubted there was anyone listening out here for that regard, the overhang looked deserted. But it was not much good for him to provide overwatch from, a pair of shotguns did not suffice in that regard, to put it mildly. Smiles decided to offer whether they teleport or, Emperor preserve him, to throw him out to the two! No, Stukov decided, if those were the options, he would take warp travel again. "Smiles, I'm afraid I am nowhere near aerodynamic enough for slingshot travel. So, Emperor preserve me, I suggest teleportation between those two options."

Star Wars: Rebellions Rise

Atreides smirked as he sat at the counter and heard the knight out, ordering another malt as he waited for the man to spit out every detail of where they were going when the Jedi brought up the red skinned twi'lek and told them to run if trouble broke out, as there was no chance for the blasters in this type of enclosed space. The corellian snorted in response to that as the Jedi went over and acted like a drunk mercenary letch, and he glanced over at the other one who had come over to humor the Jedi knight and his summons and rolled his eyes at the Knight. He commented towards his fellow member of this little party, as it was called now, and laid out his thinking on the little situation. Sure, his blaster pistol was little more than an annoyance to half decent armor, but she wasn't armored. "He starts getting his ass handed to him, we blast the offending parties, and damn the circumstances. Well, I'll blast her, your welcome to join in if you want."

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

Alright folks, OOC is up and running.