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If we are marked to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires;
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more, methinks, would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart. His passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse.
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
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Hmm, no, it's just in case he ends up being a berserker anyway. Advisors are generally not fighters.
Anyone can fight. :P I'll say yes but remember I reserve the right to withdraw this. Goes for anyone though, just putting it out there.
Good, I'll try and find a way to get you into the works, or if you have an idea yourself you can go ahead and do it yourself. 
Alright, do you still wanna put that plot thing I proposed into work?
They're historically accurate then but not for this era. We can do it though, but you'll have to alter it around a bit to fit the bomb idea.
Joachim managed to dodge the piece of wood that Atl flung at him, surprised that his ally would go to such an extent to have 'a fair fight' with someone that killed innocent villagers. This man was either an idiot or very much so focussed on fighting. Perhaps both. Probably both. Joachim was about to stab the man in his back anyway before noticing that there were two footmen coming from the left side, both holding an arming sword above their head rushing towards Atl. They must've missed the fact that the knight killed the last footman that tried this. Several arrows flew past Joachim, the knight and Atl, and they were lucky that they couldn't aim very well. Joachim decided that Atl was very much so capable of defending himself, so he rushed forwards infront of the two footmen.
Untrained peasants who had been given a weapon, this lot. One of them released his strike, sending the vertical strike towards Joachim's head who simply parried it quickly then brought the blade down towards the man's arm, giving it a fairly large but superficial cut. His friend rushed forwards now, not wanting the man to die. This 'attempt to save him' probably only prolonged their demises, but it worked for a short while none the less. He jumped in front of the other footman, pushed him back a bit then brought up his shield to Joachim to cover up his upwards aimed stab from below. Joachim noticed though, having been accustomed to the 'calls' of an attack so to say. He stepped back, sending the stab missing by a long shot, before stepping forwards again and smacking the mans face with the back of his left hand, grabbing his leather armor and shoving him back tumbling over the other man. This gave Joachim some time to look back at Atl, who seemed to have gained the upperhand by smashing the knights' hand. He may be stupid but he's a darn good warrior.
„RAAAGH! DIE YOU IRON SCUM!” a man yelled out pulling Joachim back into the fight only to be tackled to the ground and losing grip of his sword, which landed somewhere a bit further away outside of Joachims grip. A wrestle for the sword ensued, Joachim's hand inching closer and closer to it before the man punched Joachim in the face. Was that.. blood? Joachim spat in the mans face, a gross and messy spat of blood flying out into his eyes. But it didn't seem to give him much trouble. Joachim looked at the background quickly and noticed that not only had the man gotten up and was getting closer to help his friend deal with Joachim, two more footmen had broken off from the main line, which was preoccupied with Astrid and the others, to help their friends. Joachim gave up on his sword and instead grabbed the mans throat and began choking him as the man did the same to him. It was obvious the man would win, and slowly Joachims hands slid down the mans neck to his side, losing power every moment that the mans hands lay upon his neck. But then he felt something.
„Ggrlglll..” the man let out, a knife stuck in his throat. Joachim quickly threw him off and threw the knife onto him. He was lucky to have found that knife in the mans sheath on his side or else he'd have lost life this instance. He got up quickly, reorientated him to find Atl already having won and pulling the mace from the mans head. But now they faced 3 men, one of which had a sword and the other two held long spears. „Atl, I need your help now, please!” Joachim yelled as he went down to grab his weapon again.
Untrained peasants who had been given a weapon, this lot. One of them released his strike, sending the vertical strike towards Joachim's head who simply parried it quickly then brought the blade down towards the man's arm, giving it a fairly large but superficial cut. His friend rushed forwards now, not wanting the man to die. This 'attempt to save him' probably only prolonged their demises, but it worked for a short while none the less. He jumped in front of the other footman, pushed him back a bit then brought up his shield to Joachim to cover up his upwards aimed stab from below. Joachim noticed though, having been accustomed to the 'calls' of an attack so to say. He stepped back, sending the stab missing by a long shot, before stepping forwards again and smacking the mans face with the back of his left hand, grabbing his leather armor and shoving him back tumbling over the other man. This gave Joachim some time to look back at Atl, who seemed to have gained the upperhand by smashing the knights' hand. He may be stupid but he's a darn good warrior.
„RAAAGH! DIE YOU IRON SCUM!” a man yelled out pulling Joachim back into the fight only to be tackled to the ground and losing grip of his sword, which landed somewhere a bit further away outside of Joachims grip. A wrestle for the sword ensued, Joachim's hand inching closer and closer to it before the man punched Joachim in the face. Was that.. blood? Joachim spat in the mans face, a gross and messy spat of blood flying out into his eyes. But it didn't seem to give him much trouble. Joachim looked at the background quickly and noticed that not only had the man gotten up and was getting closer to help his friend deal with Joachim, two more footmen had broken off from the main line, which was preoccupied with Astrid and the others, to help their friends. Joachim gave up on his sword and instead grabbed the mans throat and began choking him as the man did the same to him. It was obvious the man would win, and slowly Joachims hands slid down the mans neck to his side, losing power every moment that the mans hands lay upon his neck. But then he felt something.
„Ggrlglll..” the man let out, a knife stuck in his throat. Joachim quickly threw him off and threw the knife onto him. He was lucky to have found that knife in the mans sheath on his side or else he'd have lost life this instance. He got up quickly, reorientated him to find Atl already having won and pulling the mace from the mans head. But now they faced 3 men, one of which had a sword and the other two held long spears. „Atl, I need your help now, please!” Joachim yelled as he went down to grab his weapon again.
IncredibleBee said
How do you liquify gunpowder?
Having played Dragon Age 2 I know what Gaatlok is. I feel however that using it's exact same name isn't the smartest thing to do -- it derives from the fact that we are not qunari and such. That said it seems a bit stupid to have liquified gunpowder etcetera when you cannot make it (the magi have it after all.)
I imagine that these are put in clay shells, which can then be lit on fire and thrown after which they explode?
@Kimono, I feel that
---Bloodthirst; When he feels his own life or the Queen's life is severely threatened, he goes into a bloodthirsty psychotic rampage and becomes hell-bent on killing the person(s) who is/are jeopardizing their well-being. He isn't a classically trained fighter, but any resources around him become a weapon for him to use.
Wouldn't exactly be a great addition. Berserkers are not actually a real thing you know? He would be an advisor type of character, not a crazy maniac if I read the sheet right?
Joachim closed in on the hurt knight rather quickly, while the man was still trying to turn his horse around. Sadly for him the horse was armored and moved slower than that of Joachim. His shield was pierced and in anger he threw it towards the ground, realizing it would be no use. However his arm hurt badly and he was forced to use his prominent hand only from now on, both to block and strike. Joachim's horse rode past his as he was halfway into his turn and Joachim lashed out, swinging his sword horizontally at the knight, who barely managed to parry with his sword. But in driving past, Joachim had also raised his leg and kicked the man in the chest. He fell off his horse, first slowly as he lost his balance ever so slightly before giving into the fall and dropping on his back. Contrary to the peasant rabble's sayings a man in full plate armor, while a bit more slow, wasn't fully incapable of movement. Joachim once again turned his horse around to ride back for a second strike, by which time the knight had already gotten up.
The knight had a large ornament of a swan on his helmet, a common symbol amongst the noble knights of any family, but it couldn't tell much about his alignment. It was also a danger, as anyone with a brain could pull the swan on the helmet to either get rid of the helmet or simply pull him down from his horse or off his feet. Never the less, Joachim rode to meet him with a strike of his sword. Before he got there, however, he noticed in the far distance a bowman behind the footmen of the enemy nocking his arrow, drawing and firing at Joachim. His arrow flew true, but a misjudgement on his part ended up with the arrow striking the horse in it's front knee, chipping the bone due to the speed at which it flew. The horse bent through its knee during the run and threw off Joachim, who got flung unto the ground with a loud smack. He landed right in front of the knight who had sent his mace down to meet Joachim's face, but he rolled out of the way in the nick of time.
Joachim quickly got up only to be faced with another mace, which he promptly blocked with his shield. Joachim stepped forward with his right foot and swung the sword at the knight, whom quickly parried with his mace before stepping back and raising the mace above his head and sending it down to Joachim, who met it with his shield which cracked loudly under the mace. Before Joachim could strike him again he sent his mace at Joachim again, this time breaking the shield fully and sending Joachim stumbling back. Another arrow flew by Joachims head, and it seemed that the mans mace that sent Joachim tumbling might've saved his life. The arrow landed in the dust and Joachim grabbed his sword with both hands, taking a brief look at the arrow, then the archer behind the main enemy lines which seemed to be busy with Wren and any other of the Queens guard which were rather in the fray of the fight than fighting knights. They were free to choose, but the spoils of a dead man go to it's killer, and a knight carries more coin than a footsoldier.
Switching his view to the knight, who stood fearsomely with his mace in hand, Joachim stepped forward and swung his sword at the man, whom skillfully parried it and countered with a blow to Joachims head. Joachim ducked under and pulled his sword to his side before thrusting it upwards into the knights gut. The penetration of the armor was slow and heavy but it went through. Never the less the knight pushed Joachim away and felt the wound, which bled heavily and was gaping at the rest of the soldiers. But it wasn't enough -- it was not deadly for now and they'd soon ride back to get to a woundmaster, which could patch this up. In a fit of anger the knight swung his mace around at Joachim, aiming for the shoulder.
The blew glanced off, because Joachim managed to twist his shoulder out of the way just in time. It still hurt like a bitch, though. The knight went in for another hit which was countered by Joachim's bastard sword hitting it, hard enough to knock it out of the mans hand. This gave Joachim the edge he needed, as he sent the sword towards the small gap between the knights helmet and armor and slit his throat, blood streaming from the mans neck and mouth as he slowly choked in his own blood and bled to death. Joachim turned away to face the larger crowd of soldiers before realizing the situation and raised his sword into the sky. „Get together to fight!” It seemed that everyone had divided and that now there were a few people fighting the twenty or so footsoldiers, while the rest fought the knights. While it may work for now, sooner or later the ones fighting the footsoldiers would be clubbed to death by overpowerment of sheer numbers. Joachim just hoped that they'd follow his suggestion. He stepped back to the center of the opposition's forces, taking a look around to assess the damages.
It seemed Atl was pre-occupied with fighting one of the last knights, with.. was that a piece of wood? Joachim decided that he'd best support the savage, though he wasn't sure if he'd appreciate this. Joachim would rush over to the knight from the back and attempt to stab the man in the back of his armor, where the pieces of plate were tied together. His sword would pierce upwards towards the mans neck, and leave it there. But it all depended on whether or not Atl saw him, and whether he would stop Joachim or not.
The knight had a large ornament of a swan on his helmet, a common symbol amongst the noble knights of any family, but it couldn't tell much about his alignment. It was also a danger, as anyone with a brain could pull the swan on the helmet to either get rid of the helmet or simply pull him down from his horse or off his feet. Never the less, Joachim rode to meet him with a strike of his sword. Before he got there, however, he noticed in the far distance a bowman behind the footmen of the enemy nocking his arrow, drawing and firing at Joachim. His arrow flew true, but a misjudgement on his part ended up with the arrow striking the horse in it's front knee, chipping the bone due to the speed at which it flew. The horse bent through its knee during the run and threw off Joachim, who got flung unto the ground with a loud smack. He landed right in front of the knight who had sent his mace down to meet Joachim's face, but he rolled out of the way in the nick of time.
Joachim quickly got up only to be faced with another mace, which he promptly blocked with his shield. Joachim stepped forward with his right foot and swung the sword at the knight, whom quickly parried with his mace before stepping back and raising the mace above his head and sending it down to Joachim, who met it with his shield which cracked loudly under the mace. Before Joachim could strike him again he sent his mace at Joachim again, this time breaking the shield fully and sending Joachim stumbling back. Another arrow flew by Joachims head, and it seemed that the mans mace that sent Joachim tumbling might've saved his life. The arrow landed in the dust and Joachim grabbed his sword with both hands, taking a brief look at the arrow, then the archer behind the main enemy lines which seemed to be busy with Wren and any other of the Queens guard which were rather in the fray of the fight than fighting knights. They were free to choose, but the spoils of a dead man go to it's killer, and a knight carries more coin than a footsoldier.
Switching his view to the knight, who stood fearsomely with his mace in hand, Joachim stepped forward and swung his sword at the man, whom skillfully parried it and countered with a blow to Joachims head. Joachim ducked under and pulled his sword to his side before thrusting it upwards into the knights gut. The penetration of the armor was slow and heavy but it went through. Never the less the knight pushed Joachim away and felt the wound, which bled heavily and was gaping at the rest of the soldiers. But it wasn't enough -- it was not deadly for now and they'd soon ride back to get to a woundmaster, which could patch this up. In a fit of anger the knight swung his mace around at Joachim, aiming for the shoulder.
The blew glanced off, because Joachim managed to twist his shoulder out of the way just in time. It still hurt like a bitch, though. The knight went in for another hit which was countered by Joachim's bastard sword hitting it, hard enough to knock it out of the mans hand. This gave Joachim the edge he needed, as he sent the sword towards the small gap between the knights helmet and armor and slit his throat, blood streaming from the mans neck and mouth as he slowly choked in his own blood and bled to death. Joachim turned away to face the larger crowd of soldiers before realizing the situation and raised his sword into the sky. „Get together to fight!” It seemed that everyone had divided and that now there were a few people fighting the twenty or so footsoldiers, while the rest fought the knights. While it may work for now, sooner or later the ones fighting the footsoldiers would be clubbed to death by overpowerment of sheer numbers. Joachim just hoped that they'd follow his suggestion. He stepped back to the center of the opposition's forces, taking a look around to assess the damages.
It seemed Atl was pre-occupied with fighting one of the last knights, with.. was that a piece of wood? Joachim decided that he'd best support the savage, though he wasn't sure if he'd appreciate this. Joachim would rush over to the knight from the back and attempt to stab the man in the back of his armor, where the pieces of plate were tied together. His sword would pierce upwards towards the mans neck, and leave it there. But it all depended on whether or not Atl saw him, and whether he would stop Joachim or not.
Yus. I'll post now.
One of my Gnarl posts, 2nd or 1st.
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