I sense everyone's death approaching.
I'll be fair guys, I swear.
Fairly brutal.
I'll be fair guys, I swear.
Fairly brutal.
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If every character presented is as high a quality as the ones so far, I think a "More the merrier" strategy will definitely help the longevity. Several storylines playing out at once, a lot seem to be suited to just two people interacting.
While Squad Quinque discussed their course of action, the bandits began creeping through the ruins towards them. While by no means a professional force, these men had fought and killed beside each other many times, and no words passed between them now that the alarm was raised. Their scout had spotted Hiro's bow, and made the assumption that at least one magic user was amongst them, so they took what cover they could as the approached, slowly spreading out in a ring to make use of their slight numerical advantage.
They seemed content to hold back for a bit, only moving forward cautiously, either waiting for an opening, or trying to force Squad Quinque to make the first real move. From what the recruits could see, there seemed to be a good mix of axe users and sword users, the latter being split quite evenly between men wielding light one handed blades and heavier two handed ones.
It was not clear at the moment which was the group's leader, if they were even with their men.
Up on the slope behind them...
*****
Heike shivered as the wind began to pick up, making him long for his stolen hat. The weather in Frosspeak had been much harsher than this, but he had been in Jotenvarr for awhile now, and grown acclimated to the warmer climate. That, and his attire was much thinner and less cumbersome now, compared to when he lived in his homeland. Priestly garb tended to be a mix of robes and animal furs, to protect those missionaries who preached their sermons on the road instead of in the country's many churches.
His current garb, on the other hand, was vastly different from known priesthood's. While it retained the basic appearance of a holy-man's robes, they fit his form snug rather than loose, with the bottoms raised a bit higher than most as to avoid tripping him up. When he was on the road, his longest sparring partner was a traveling myrmidon, and he learned much of his fighting style from the man. He favored agility over defense, the ability to strike a man's vitals over the stamina to last a lengthy fight.
And currently- agility was something he lacked, tied up as he was. Having gotten the attention of Squad Quinque and warned them as best he could about the coming danger, he set about looking for a sharp stone to work at his bonds with. It was a tougher task than he anticipated, most of the rubble for the ruins being down below, and his current terrain being more dirt than rock. Unbeknownst to him, back at the camp...
*****
One brigand had stayed behind, leaving his companions to deal with the King's Brats. They had dealt with the last batch easily enough, surely the boss would overlook his absense. Grabbing his axe, he took a look upwards, admiring the sun's reflection of his prize's blonde hair.
"Oi, fight two battles without reward? Fuck em', I still need paid for the first..."
Slowly, he began to make his way up the slope, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
They seemed content to hold back for a bit, only moving forward cautiously, either waiting for an opening, or trying to force Squad Quinque to make the first real move. From what the recruits could see, there seemed to be a good mix of axe users and sword users, the latter being split quite evenly between men wielding light one handed blades and heavier two handed ones.
It was not clear at the moment which was the group's leader, if they were even with their men.
Up on the slope behind them...
*****
Heike shivered as the wind began to pick up, making him long for his stolen hat. The weather in Frosspeak had been much harsher than this, but he had been in Jotenvarr for awhile now, and grown acclimated to the warmer climate. That, and his attire was much thinner and less cumbersome now, compared to when he lived in his homeland. Priestly garb tended to be a mix of robes and animal furs, to protect those missionaries who preached their sermons on the road instead of in the country's many churches.
His current garb, on the other hand, was vastly different from known priesthood's. While it retained the basic appearance of a holy-man's robes, they fit his form snug rather than loose, with the bottoms raised a bit higher than most as to avoid tripping him up. When he was on the road, his longest sparring partner was a traveling myrmidon, and he learned much of his fighting style from the man. He favored agility over defense, the ability to strike a man's vitals over the stamina to last a lengthy fight.
And currently- agility was something he lacked, tied up as he was. Having gotten the attention of Squad Quinque and warned them as best he could about the coming danger, he set about looking for a sharp stone to work at his bonds with. It was a tougher task than he anticipated, most of the rubble for the ruins being down below, and his current terrain being more dirt than rock. Unbeknownst to him, back at the camp...
*****
One brigand had stayed behind, leaving his companions to deal with the King's Brats. They had dealt with the last batch easily enough, surely the boss would overlook his absense. Grabbing his axe, he took a look upwards, admiring the sun's reflection of his prize's blonde hair.
"Oi, fight two battles without reward? Fuck em', I still need paid for the first..."
Slowly, he began to make his way up the slope, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
@MalikoyI must say, in my years of doing this I think you're the most infectiously enthusiastic GM I've worked under.
@MalikoyOh believe me, I didn't suspect for a second he was a force of goodness. I mentioned in the Judge's profile about him being on the Baron's side until there was 'proof' he was on the wrong side of the law. I can imagine he's already heard rumors of his past and done his own investigating.
@Malikoy I think I have the timeline off for a couple years, but it's literally a five second edit since I actually didn't write any time-sensitive info based around the post-apocalypse.
As for them having a good relationship, I agree. They probably butt heads over issues here and there but generally get along and work together. At the very least, they would have a professional respect for each other's work.
As for them having a good relationship, I agree. They probably butt heads over issues here and there but generally get along and work together. At the very least, they would have a professional respect for each other's work.
Woo, 10 hours of work and almost 0 of sleep.
I'll get a post up here soonish. As a heads up, I'll be controlling the bandits with Graf during the trial.
I'll get a post up here soonish. As a heads up, I'll be controlling the bandits with Graf during the trial.
Yeah, sorry, just not interested in GMing right now personally. Still shaking off the rust from taking a few years off of RPing.
Have I mentioned how great this OOC is? Never change, gang.
@NeutralNexusOn the contrary, I think a lot of people think with a certain head.
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