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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@VorI'll allow Warlocks, actually.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

"We have to help them!" she exclaimed, and ran to the aid of others further up the Caravan. "Wait!" he called, his hand out. She had already ran ahead. The warcries and the screams of the dying probably causing her not to hear him. He was just about to pursue after her before he was cut off.

The tumult of the melee suddenly increased in ferocity, and something huge passed through the treeline, rustling the branches that were half again as tall as Markus. A fist the size of a cannon ball pulled a branch out of the way, and a 9 foot tall brutish humanoid loomed between Markus and the running Valerie.

"Fuck me..." he breathed. An Ogre was certainly not a welcome sight. It eyed Markus hungrily, its free hand reaching out to grab him. In his opposite hand, it held a large carved log as a club. Markus lashed out on instinct, cutting its hand. It reared back and roared, before bringing the log down in a terrible arc. It slammed into the ground, Markus having barely avoided it with a quick roll. The Dwarf behind him wasn't so lucky. They had strong bodies, but the momentum and strength of the blow shattered the Dwarf's legs. Two others ran to the Broken Dwarf's aid and guarded him, while the one with the PoleAxe growled in fury and joined Markus in facing the Ogre.

Before it could pull the log back in, Markus had leaped forward and stabbed into the creature's exposed side. Its stomach was like a wall of flesh! His sharp blade pierced the hide of the Ogre, causing it great pain. It lashed out a weak backhand at Markus, connecting and lifting the Swordmage off the ground with the blow to hit a tree. "Ah!" he cried out, and slid down. Ache and stiffness engulfed him after the initial explosion of pain. It was moments later when he regained his senses, and he opened his eyes to see the Ogre holding the warrior Dwarf alof, attempting to crush it.

The Poleaxe was closer now, however. The Dwarf stabbed forward into the creature's collarbone, and with a fury he didn't know he had, Markus groggily got to his feet, and with a savage cry ran forward and sank two feet of steel into the beast's monstrous kidney. With a PoleAxe and Sword lodged in it, it weakened and dropped the Dwarf, falling to its knees. The Dwarf hit the ground on its feet, and stabbed the armor piercing point of his weapon into the Ogre's eye, killing it. Markus fell to his knees and caught his breath. Most of the Orcs seemed to have faded, and many of the Mercenaries were also likely dead. He turned his head out of curiosity to see how the battle fared up ahead.

A cold chill ran down his spine as he saw the Orc nearly as big as the Ogre standing above Valerie. He couldn't see her very well against the cart, but the hair and outfit he recognized. Shit. He got to his feet, lashing his hand out toward the Orc and concentrating. He had only one shot at this. He knew he couldn't make it there in time. "Seiroch!"

In a blink, Markus appeared behind the Orc as it removed Valerie's sword from its arm. Later that night, he'd think back and wonder why he always decided to make the most out of a situation, but he couldn't help himself. He had a dangerous glint in his eye as he spoke. "Hey Swamp Water." he said. The Orc blinked at the noise. "You should have chosen to finish the Elf. I might have let that slide."

The last thing the Orc saw was a flash of steel, before its head was separated from its shoulders. The Swordmage's bastard sword sheared through bone and tissue, blood droplets flying as its head tumbled to the ground. The Orc's body comically twitched and flailed a bit, before it fell limp upon the ground.

"What!?" Eloryen said, picking himself up after having been thrown into the wagon by a dying Orc with the last of its strength. Markus glanced back to Eloryan and gave a subtle wink, showing he had been joking. It was a rare sight to have someone as smooth as the Elf taken aback.

His amusement faded though when he saw Valerie on the ground. He rushed forward and knelt down, brushing some of the hair out of her face and checking her. Satisfied she hadn't been stabbed in her upper body, he stood up, and reached down to give her a hand. "Can you stand?" he asked breathlessly. They gripped forearms, and he pulled her to her feet and gave her a nod.

Other than a few sporadic cries, it seemed the battle was now nearing its completion. Bodies of Mercenaries and Orcs were strewn under and atop the wagons. A few were laid broken near the gnarled roots at the treeline. Tobias the Merchant appeared out of the thinned crowd at the fore, his apron and midsection covered in Orc blood. He held a cleaver, and Markus looked down to his free hand that now only had 2 fingers.

"Damned Orcs," Tobias seethed with a wrath, which was very much out of character for the man. "Once we get to Hillglen, I'm going to have a talk with the mayor about this."

Eloryen stepped before Markus and Valerie, taking his hat off and smoothing his golden mane of hair, before placing the hat atop his head once more. "Well, that was eventful."
@Luminosity

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

I think this is one of those times when my IC comment and my OOC thoughts are one and the same.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Abigail might have been much too trusting with this pirate. She felt the cool blade along the tender skin of her neck, and everyone watching suddenly jumped in fright. Abigail squeaked in surprise. "No!" Elizabeth cried, reaching forward with eyes full of fear for her friend. The men raised their guns at Vivviene, but the Governor pipped in. "Don't shoot!" He cared for the girl, and what's more Lord Ashe might blame Port Royale for any harm that came to his daughter.

To Cure a Curse

His keen Elven ears twitched as he listened to the hushed voices in the other room. Sometimes being an Elf had its advantages. Still, it was generally impolite to allude to the fact that he could hear others from far off, and always let them reiterate to him in person so as not to be appear like he had been eavesdropping.

Other than the twitching of his pointed ears though, that was the only thing that would tip anyone off that he heard within the other room. His eyes stayed fixed on Rayadell however, when he was not bowing. "Yes, it's an honor to meet you." he told her. He appreciated her bow. If her tone was seen in a poor light by him, he didn't show it. He often let many things slide, for he was usually a fish out of water when it came to various peoples.

He blinked and turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Carish to enter the room, and he gave them bow as well. "Oh, that'd be very nice. Thank you." he told them, his voice matching his demeanor, calm and respectful. He joined them at the table. The Elf pulled out a chair for himself next to Rayadell, though it was on the otherside of the table's corner.

"Well, now that we're all here." Thea said, clapping her hands together. "Let us have some stew and allow us to get down to business after a full belly." Her smile was bright and her cheeks were rosy, and she began serving the stew in robust bowls with carved doves interconnected by their beaks and tail feathers. "Water?" she asked them, pouring a bit into glass cups and handing them to Rayadell and Calanon.

Calanon glanced at Rayadell for a moment, wondering if she had a bit of Elvish blood in her as well, and what the significance of her being here was. He supposed he was about to find out.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

The Swordmage moved in a practiced motion of deft blocks and attack maneuvers with the two Orcs before him. It was a state of mind that did not last long, and while in it he had no real conscious thought other than the need to survive. The ring of steel and grunts of the Orcs, as well as the shear of Bastard sword filled the air, before Markus stood before two corpses. He had a large cut along the left side of his arm, and he knew that would turn into a rigid scar. It streaked across the upper part of his left arm, meeting his collarbone. That had been close.

A moment ago he had saw that Valerie seemed alright from what she had been doing, but once his wits return he saw her prone on the ground, trying to make his way over to her before he was relieved to see her having ended the monster. It was then the Dwarves, who previously had been firing their crossbows and stabbing at anything that came near, leaped off the wagon and engaged the Orcs. They moved in unison, probably having trained together since they were beardlings. The PoleAxe Dwarf speared on Orc like a spitted pig.

The dark eyed Swordmage made it over to Valerie, looking her up and down to make sure she was not seriously wounded. A bit of dirt stained his right cheek, and blood dripped down his forehead and collarbone a bit. Even a fraction of the chainmail had been sheared away in that cut, leaving a streak that opened up the collar of his clothing a bit. He breathed heavily, and once he was satisfied she was alright, he gave her a nod. "You sure you're new to this?" he said in jest.

Behind him, a ranger could be seen being hacked down by an Orc, only for another Ranger to shoot that Orc and fell it. Their enemies seemed to be thinning, but it was the simple truth that more Orcs came at them. Markus turned, and engaged the next one that leaped out of the trees, before another Orc that had been hidden in the brush leaped to take advantage of his exposed flank.

@Luminosity

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:Beside the Cave, The River
Interacting with: The group

Once the water had been passed out, Calanon grabbed a bit of food that he could and sat down on the nearest dry log or patch of dirt he could to sit. Thankfully he found a short log, and plopped down to begin eating gingerly. He had a quiet and calm demeanor as usual, and ate in the same fashion. It tasted fair, especially considering the primitive settings they were in. He'd often had to cook in a similar fashion outside, but most of the time he was not very good at it. He had simply made it edible enough to survive off of.

The Elf simply listened to Kyra, Sana, and Keystone speak their minds about this deal they were to make with the Orcs. He didn't exactly like the deal, but even he had to admit that the Orcs were simply being careful. As he bit into a bit of meat, he wondered why the three leaders, or was it just Keystone and Kyra,(?) were often annoyed. Good groups worked in unison, but this group seemed ragtag enough, and had little training together. They might want to take it easy a bit, and perhaps wait for others to show up before they began a discussion. He was just glad he had Elven hearing.

Even with those small thoughts, he still was not entirely prepared for Thomas to say what he said. First he heard the young man's comment on Satilla. Granted, Calanon might be a bit lentient on Thomas for being a grower of plants but...Satilla was a fine companion and should be respected. The comment toward Keystone had Calanon stop chewing, and the Elf's exotic eyes looked between Thomas and the man. It was then that Calanon uttered something in a manner that was not befitting of his usual self. But he simply couldn't help himself at what was swiftly becoming a showdown. "Oh shit."

He was going to volunteer to stay behind himself, but he decided to wait to see how the group handled this situation before he spoke up about that. It wasn't good to get involved unless actual steel was drawn. Even Brogach seemed interested at what was transpiring, though perhaps he simply was looking at those who spoke.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Well I suppose it's fortunate. I went to bed last night and forgot to add the stats until today.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

How many Mercs and Armsmen are here? Sixty perhaps? Markus didn't know. He doubted an Orc warband would be much larger than that unless they had already amassed to storm Highmast itself, so there was that small comfort. The one reason why the savage race was no true threat to civilization was the incredible amount of infighting among the tribes. Every so often a charismatic Warcheif would appear and band the tribes together, but he had heard no such thing recently.

A line of the creatures stayed back, roaring and screaming. Between each yelling warrior, others streamed past them with wicked axes, maces, and notched swords of varying lengths. Their gait was apeish and their footsteps now audible as over fifty of them surged forward with a typical but formidable fury. Ten yards away, even their grunts and hoots could be heard as they leaped over gnarled roots and shouldered past one another to get at the Caravan first.

Orcs were brutish in appearance, with porcine noses and small tusks protruding from their mouths. Their arms were thick, muscled and long, and their eyes were piggish yellow in color. Before they reached the treeline, Markus had been muttering under his breath and holding his hand out at the oncoming monsters. As a few seconds slipped by, his final words of the incantation were uttered. Suddenly a bright flash erupted from his hand, and a ball of fire roared outwards to hit the treeline in a small explosion that burst across the face of an Orc and scorched two more. Their cries and whimpers of pain filled the air, but others pasted their hurt comrades and billowed out of the smoke like demons.

I wish I was a better mage, he lamented. The best he could do would be to enchant his sword, maybe teleport 20 feet, and shoot a fireball if the spell had been prepared earlier. Even doing all of that would tax him greatly, and it was all he could do to get his sword up in time in a two handed block to halt the swinging mace of the first Orc. Gods, they're strong. It had only been using one hand to swing, and he had barely been able to stop it. Granted it had momentum to its attack, but still.

He backstepped and allowed the next swing to fly wide, before he saw an opening and ran the Orc through the midsection. Footsteps pounded in his ears, and he barely saw the charging Orc from his right before he ducked. The dagger it held still slit a bit of Markus's forehead, bit of blood staining the ground from where he had just been cut. But he had ducked in time to keep it from being a dangerous wound. The charging Orc had not expected Markus to duck in time, and its momentum kept carrying it forward. On instinct, Markus shouldered its legs and sent it sprawling. The Orc's head hit the wagon behind Markus, and the Swordmage turned and stabbed it right quick as it was still dazed on the ground, before spinning and sweeping his blade in a wide arc like he had told Valerie to do. It was just in time, for 3 Orcs were on him and it was all he could do to keep them off of him with wide slashes. One was hit in the eye with a crossbow bolt, and Markus heard a Dwarven chuckle behind him.

Wait, Valerie. It had all happened so fast, he took a quick glimpse to the right to see if she was still living. He hoped so.
@Luminosity