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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Another room, another crumbling wall, which Lyun promptly took another swing at. With his massive body blocking anyone else from getting a good shot at the door, Zarif once again poked the wall with his longspear, sending it tumbling down like the last one.

_{Zarif moves to 6-31 and attacks the wall with his longspear, dealing 3 damage and gaining 1 xp. The wall is destroyed}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

Only the faintest glimmers of light from outside managed to make its way down the twisting tunnels and into this small chamber. Around him, pressed uncomfortably close for the cavalryman's tastes, were the silent brute Lyun, the priest, and Sirus. Uncomfortable, Zarif kept glancing over his shoulder, gripping his bow height in one hand, his other constantly drifting towards his quiver at his side.

Damnit Salador... I dont feel like a whole man without you. I feel so exposed down here on the ground. The merchant thought to himself, as he glanced back for the hundredth time. He's been forced to tie his dromedary, his lifelong companion, up outside the entrance to the tunnels. He sent a silent prayer out to the distant gods of his homeland to keep his friend safe in his absense.

Zarif was snapped back to reality as Lyun, brutishly effective as always, and having identified a weakness in the wall, drove his axe directly into the bricks, nearly toppling the wall in one swing. The merchant whistled at his strength joking, and drove his longspear point first into one of the floor bricks, easily finishing the heavily damaged structure off

_{Zarif attacks the wall with his longspear, dealing 3 damage and gaining 1 xp. The wall is destroyed}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The outlander nodded to the theif, absentmindedly pointing the heavy longspear in the dusty captive's general direction. Zarif considered, his mind elsewhere as the priest spoke down the hall. He sure is an ungrateful little worm. But... there was a labor shortage in Akkad, wasn't there? With such demand for slaves... yes, even a sorry lout like this could fetch quite a price!

Zarif: Oi, Iddin, priest! Perhaps you are being too hasty, eh? He'd cost us only, what, a week or so in rations? We could make enough off him to pay that back at least... three-fold? Four, if the tax collector is in the countryside. Think of the profits... prophet!

The merchant smiled at his wit, feeling slightly proud of using wordplay in this strange land's tongue. He hoped his accent hadn't butchered his meaning. Despite the joke though, his gaze was serious. After all, a merchant like him always takes matters of sale and trade seriously.

Zarif: Plus, it's a body between us and any attacker. Better this lout take a spear in the gut than one of us, eh?

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

The foreigner's sympathetic smile withered at the captive's ungrateful remark. Zarif turned away from him, hearing the sound of wood dropping to the ground around the bend, along with a pathetic whimpering sound. The merchant almost felt worse for that detestable creature than the one behind the bars.

Zarif: "I don't kill anyone unless my comrades and I been contracted and paid to do so. Surely one of Shulaar's knows something as simple as that."
The merchant looked back at the man, who's scowl didn't drop.

Zarif: "Though, if it is your will, we would be more than happy to leave you in your cell. Under the laws set down by the Great King Hammurabi in the dawn of days, such a thing is not murder."
With that, Zarif kicked off down the hall, rounding the bend, pulling out the great longspear strapped to the side of Salador.

The spear was quite heavy, noticeably slowing him down, but against the Yeek cowering in the corner, it made little difference. All it took was one clean thrust through the throat as the dromedary came to a halt at the end of the hall, and the Yeek was finished. It let out a wet whimper as it slid off his lance and onto the floor, dead.

_{Zarif rides 7 tiles to 11-16, and attacks the Yeek Skirmisher, dealing 10 damage, killing it instantly. He then moves 3 tiles back up the hallway to 11-13.}

With that, it seemed the job really was done. It had been quick, and clean, with no losses, can't get much better than that. All that remained was to take any loot that could be found, deal with that foul-mouthed captive, and let their client look around.

For the first time, Zarif has really put in some martial might this mission. Having done so, he felt like his skills had improved a bit.

_{Zarif leveled up!}

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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Zarif

A job well done, or perhaps not. Just as he began to put down his bow, he spotted something. Though the bulk of the fell-beasties lay defeated at their feet, out of the corner of his eye, Zarif could see one last creature turn the corner down the hall.

Zarif: "Hail, Ma-keen! Be careful, another lays in wait ahead!"
He shouts, pointing at the corner the Yeek had just rounded.

Not one to leave a job unfinished, Zarif kicked Salador into action, flying down the crumbling ancient hallway in a few bounds, bow drawn and at the ready. He stops right in front of the barred door. Hearing the withered voice, he looks into the room from Salador's back.

Zarif: "I know you not, but its seems to be your lucky day friend. Who... ah I see. You're one of Shůlaar's band, aren't you?"
He exclaims, giving a smile before glancing at the corner, getting ready for an attack.

_{Zarif rides 10 tiles to 13-11, right in front of the door}

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A few Yeeks broke past Zarif and Siris, but their once formidable formation had faltered. Peaking down the corridor, the merchant's eyes locked hatefully with the Yeek Ensi, every fiber of his being wanted to charge right at it and drive a spear through its head. No, without any of its brood, theres nobody to use its magic on. Kill the bowman first.

It took a great deal of self control, but Zarif managed to ride past the other yeeks that had ran past him, and in front of the Skirmisher, one of the last of them. Do this, and there is no risks. Don't let someone else take an arrow because of your hunger for blood. After a quick deep breath, Zarif steadied himself, and drew his bow.

The shot wasn't perhaps as clean as his last one. He missed it's heart by just a hair. It staggered, and managed to send a mangled stick it called an arrow his way, leaving a shallow wound in his side. Zarif paid it no mind and sent another shot, this time, the creature didn't get back up.

Zarif rode down the hallway, and noticed what almost seemed to be an ancient, locked door. He also spied a large staircase, and briefly hoped that there would be no more of these Yeeks to come reinforce.

Zarif: "Hey, Ma-keen! There's a door this way! Come here!" He shouted, waving

_{Zarif rides 3 tiles to 25-15, attacks Blue Yeek Skirmisher #2 with his Bronze Short Bow, killing it, and taking 3 damage in return! Then moves 3 tile forward to 23-11}

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The slight scrape left by the shambling creature stung Zarif in his arm, but it wasn't serious, just barley enough to break his clothes and skin. Finally, his allies had mostly made it to the ruins, and he briefly watched them effectively take down the Yeeks the merchant had charged past. A few of them crowded around him, Ashur, the small theif, Sirus, and the new recruit a little behind. Thankfully, that conjurer was still a ways behind them all.

Zarif: "Its still my spear, careful not to break it, else you've bought it" Zarif teased back at the boy, patting the over-sized long spear he had since strapped to Salador's side. He was just making fun of course, and he felt a slight pulse of pride seeing the boy take down the Yeek with military efficiency.

He glanced back down the corridor, at the formation of foes clogging the way. This could get brutal, a wall of foes, with archers behind... it was difficult to make it through that unscathed, and the enemy was already in formation besides. Something had to be done about those archers, lest they all gang up on one of the mercenaries. Zarif kicked the camel and charged down at the formation, and readied an arrow. The larger warriors largely blocked view of the skirmishers behind, but, for a split second, under one of their arms, he saw the archer, and let his arrow fly without even a moments hesitation. The arrow flew, and buried deep into one of the archer's eyes, and it fell on the stone floor, dead.

Turning mere feet from the Warrior's spearpoints, Zarif rode back into the alcove behind Sirus, satisfied with his shot.

_{Zarif rides 3 tiles to 25-14, attacks Blue Yeek Skirmisher #6 with his Bronze Short Bow, killing it with a critical hit! Then moves 4 tile forward to 23-16}

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Surprisingly, none of the foul creatures went forth to attack Zarif, despite him wielding only his bow. Clearly, these creatures were not as bright as Zarif had given them credit. Still, it was all for the better, and though his strange words, that evoker of dark rituals had healed his leg to boot. Zarif let out a long sigh, now that most of the Yeeks outside had been routed, the rest ran hiding behind their crumbling walls.

Zarif:Looks like we dug you out of your hole, friend. The merchant gave a teasing smile, turned away, and shuttered. He had tried not to think about it before, as he was gearing for what he liked to think of as a daring charge, but now that he had a moment for things to sink in, he felt profoundly unnerved. He glanced over his shoulders at the hooded conjurer, half hidden by the broken stone wall a ways behind him. Too close... that speaker of fell words The traveler thought, shivering.

Both consciously, and subconsciously, Zarif did not like the man who called himself Iddin-ninshubur. Apart from his name being nearly impossible for Zarif's non-native tongue to pronounce, the merchant distrusted his magics and incantations. A shadow seemed to hang over him like some sort of phantom, and the fact that he had cast a spell upon Zarif, something he always tried so hard to avoid, tore at his mind. His homeland had no place for such casters of dark incantations and less for evoking strange gods. Such men were always cast out, for they often brought troubling times in their wake.

The boss always kept him around, always had, so there was nothing to be done but keep his distance. But these Yeeks too had their own evokers, and nobody would stop him from ridding the world of them. Without a second thought, Zarif kicked Salador and they road into the Ziggurat, aiming his arrow between the eyes of the fleeing fiend.

_{Zarif rides 9 tiles to 25-17, attacks Blue Yeek Ensi #1 with his Bronze Short Bow, then moves 1 tile forward to 25-16}

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After helping his comrade up onto Salador's mighty back, the animal galloped past the crumbling walls to their reckless ally with determination. Zarif kicked the animal's side, and turned to his ally behind him, rolling his eyes.

Zarif: "New recruits"

The merchant smiled and shook his head, looking ahead again as Salador began to slow down as they made it to the small crumbling tower where their fool of a recruit was. He shuffled Sirius off the Camel's back and glanced at Etor.

Zarif: "Your recklessness is putting yourself and your allies at risk. You're on cleanup duty, for the foreseeable future" His hard glare softened after a moment, and he readied his bow. "You can hardly hold that heavy thing. Here, take my spear instead"

_{Zarif rescues Sirus, rides 10 tiles to 21-22, trades his Bronze Short Spear for Etor's Bronze Longspear, then places Sirus on 22-22}

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Zarif readied his spear as the blue Yeek warrior charged forward at him, with an animistic rage. Perhaps they weren't as cunning as he had made them out to be after all. The merchant relaxed, he had done this plenty of times in his tour with the Hellions, from such a foe, he really didn't have anything to fear.

Suddenly, the foul creature was upon him, mere cubits away! Zarif, aghast, tried to bring his spear up in his own defense, but it was too late. His off hand felt his chest, wet and sticky with his own blood, the gnarled branch buried deep in his chest. It had all been so fast... there had to be some mistake.

Zarif:"N-no... How? To have traveled so far... only to die like this... dammit." He could feel himself sliding off Salador's back, falling slowly, as time itself had slowed until...

Zarif's eyes blinked open, he glanced around suddenly, confused. There was that foul creature again, still many paces away. He felt his chest, it was somehow intact. The merchant sighed and shook his head.

Zarif:"Must have dozed off again. What an unsettling daydream! Ah, what are the odds of something as far fetched as that anyway" The happy go lucky foreigner chuckled to himself, following the Yeek as it waddled forward, readying his spear. When it reached him, zarif was ready, and caved its skull in with two swift strikes. It's spear, a branch really, managed cut his Zarif's leg as it fell, but other than a little pain, the rider was mostly alright.

Zarif:"Better keep up the assult!" He told himself, the burning pain in his leg managing mostly to sharpen his scenes and wake him up a little. He strapped the spear to Salador's side as he kicked his companion lightly, and began to ride along the side of the wall, drawing his bow. After sending an arrow over the wall, he circles back, hoping to regroup with the rest of the company.

_{Zarif moves Seven tiles to 18-26, attacks Blue Yeek #1 with his short bow, and rides 3 tiles back to 15-26}

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