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Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Forgot to say also that if anyone just wants to approach Half for any reason you can, I don't plan to continue anything story driven about him later.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest

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Garret had remained silent and fallen on deepened thought. After hearing of Hafrbjǫrn ultimatum, his eyes trailed towards the group witnessing the savaging of the spoils. His ribs still felt ill, so the former of the two would not suffice for them to end up victors against the Irregulars, and much less would Hafrbjǫrn be too willing to uphold that end of the bargain for what was originally planned as pay for him. And so... the Serim knight nodded in agreement and extended his hand towards the giant. "Fret not, Half. This Journey would soon come to an end." However, he brought his hand back, closing his fingers in a gesture with his index as if it representing the exception to what was previously told "However, I suggest you don't stray away our saviors, least you lack the honor. Remember my dear partner, regardless of circumstance or fate, the irregular were paramount to our survival today." Hafrbjǫrn rose his brow as if to suggest the utter nonsense the man had just spoken about. At the instance they decided to open what was the Pandora's box of this dungeon their lives were forfeit. That they had survived was by mere extension of many factors, which were all too closely knit to luck. The bombs he had brought, the bow and arrow he picked up, the soulstone he retrieved. There all due preparation for these all to predictable outcome, and yet... Hafrbjǫrn could not fully disagree to what his employer had said. His eyes kept stead on the Serim's stare "Oh I see it too clearly my companion in arms! You are far too vigilant for your own good. You do not fully believe on the merits of these people's good tidings and strength. You'd sooner place our victory in the hands of fate. Well quake not in your boots, Half for it is true. We owe these kin a great debt and much like the one I have with you, I intend to keep it."

The tune of the Serim's voice pledged something greater than what he spoke. Ill intent had roamed on its entirety, but Hafrbjǫrn did not care for the intention of the people whom he was hired by... Sadly, he only is here to do what was but the extend of his only capability. Battle, his smiting garnered much, but not enough to warrant a living in peace. For much of the guilds owned their own swords and selling knives to pandering merchants and peddlers was not a means of earning a good sovern. A sigh escaped this old giant, weary of such nonsense he walked passed an outstretched Garrett, and continued his path towards the entrance. There was not much for him to do in this place, and so he would wait somewhere with less blood and corpses as scenery. Garrett lowered his arms and released a hefty breath, pulling the tags of his fallen Serim comrades, he witnessed their names once more and began to wrought in their thought. A clutch of their steel, he wore them around his neck, along side his own. Forming, even if only by metaphor, the party of the Serim Knight once again... "For naught will have been your work... Dear friends."

And so proceeded the night to finding something of value or relative interest.

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Minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks before they had finally arrived at their destination. Not much had happened with Hafrbjǫrn throughout the course of this journey. He spoke naught throughout and fell terribly to his lonesome, night consisted of his standing guard, if not reading and updating finding to a small log book he kept, other times was reminiscing to himself tales of a bleak origin that haunt him to this time. Surfacing in times of rest, these memories would not halt their blare, and much less would Hafrbjǫrn demand them to stop. Within them there was a face, one of which he cared for deeply for and though dark, these memories bring warm to what is a terribly frigid life. Yet it mattered no longer, as they have finally made leeway to their destination, and stepped foot on the The Silver Moon Citadel. Such sights were of no surprise to him, he had seem to fancy these types of locations due to his work. Reaching their resting place, Garrett and Hafrbjǫrn were handed a drink by the Irregulars, although the giant was terribly distant, it seemed the guildmates were not.

A silence befell the two, as the time for farewells and ends would soon come to an end. Garrett and Hafrbjǫrn would lock eyes and exchange gestures before drinking their beverage and indulging in silence. Or, that was the idea until the Serim decided to speak. "Have you grown accustomed to the Irregulars?" What nonsense has this mad knight began to spout again? He spoke as if we were to continue this journey at the hands of these people. "You haven't said a word since we left the dungeon, Half. Does it not make you weary to clutch to your own devices all the time?" There was something peculiar about this... but Hafrbjǫrn did not discern what at the immediate moment. He just remained silent, indulging in his drink. "There. Right there, Half. Two week of companionship and you continue to baffle me at wits end on how severely private you are. Can you not at least attempt indulgence in alcohol and conversation?"

"Not with the likes of a man who's face reeks of treachery." The Serim rose his brow in confusion, then replies with a soft, almost limber laughter. "So those were the thoughts plaguing you, Half. You should certainly know how to-" Hafrbjǫrn halted him by placing his hand before him. He didn't care for lectures. "Be quiet. I do not intend to enjoy the rest of these mead with ill company, much less ill conversation." The Serim smiled, almost wryly... "This might as well be our last ever meeting, Half. Could we not end such with pleasantries instead of rivalries?"

"Are you suggesting that I am wrong in my assumptions?"

"Indeed, I am. What I have looted will be profit to pay what we have agreed upon."

"I see. Then why do you linger here and not went towards with the others to sell your goods?"

"Because, Serim have their own means of trade. I could get twice as much in a town over--"

"This is not what we agreed on, Serim. I told you we would get to the next shelter and bid farewells there, no such more than that."

Garrett remained silent, clutching his drink firmly upon his fingers. Dousing his thirst with its substance Garrett wiped off any residue left on lip with the sleeve in his arm and continued to stare down the giant that seemed to be loosing his patience. "...Alright. I'll have your sovern by the return of the Irregulars."

"See to it that you do, Serim. You have aught yet to witness me when I am angry." Garrett nodded and smiled, standing from this table, now the giant sat at his lonesome, again. Much like before. Just that this time he had mead at his hand.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest

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The battle has ceased well enough before Hafrbjǫrn patience did, the rummaging blood trails which adorned his steel were a testament of a hard fought battle. With a mighty swing, the blade was rid of any excess of vital fluids and holstered once again. His eyes started blankly at the Irregulars who seemed to have found upon themselves upon a squabble, if not minor between the healer mage and the witch doctor. Indeed, Hafrbjǫrn agreed more on what the doctor did, but he had not a single shred of interest in harboring more tiding with these people. Although his fingers trembled still under the strain of pain, fingers still finding trouble making a full fist, he proceeded towards his employer and questioned his thought. "Aught you considered what situation we have ventured upon, Garrett?" Without much pause, he followed through "We have, on three occasions, found ourselves at the behest of danger in which two of such have lead us highly astray by your insipid curiosity. We garner no quarter of the spoils of these men of guild presence and yet you find yourself upon intrigue at their posture." Crossing his arms, the giant looks down at his contracted 'companion' by trade of soverns and relentlessly allowed himself to venture further from his path of usual silence. The thunder deep brusque of his tone led notice of his discontent. "Unless you rather combat the guild mates over their riches, I suggest you tidy up and double-down. I rather not lose another of my axes, by extension of not allowing the spilling of human blood. Pick up your things, get what you need and we will accompany the Irregular upon the time we reach a place with roof and nourishment, if not, I suggest you reconsider our agreement and hand over what's left of my soverns with welcomed and necessary interest."

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

I myself have got a new job so I'm trying to settle and stuff. I should get a post up sometime tomorrow however, but no promises.

I haven't read the post too much in detail though, but is Garrett still with the team or did he part? I'd like to think of a feasible outcome of why Half decided to stay.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest

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What had occurred in the span of a few moments had left Hafrbjǫrn at the ready, although the tide of battle wavered at their favor it didn't demonstrate any means of of ever halting anytime soon. Garrett seemed to have downed the monster that clutched to him without a means of respite. Now pox, who laid stricken due to his previous injury now healed the young knight. The giant once more took upon himself to take notice at his left hand, it trembled under the weight of a pain brought upon that explosion. He could feel the tendons swelling and the joint stiffening further. Gripping the axe properly with both hands would reduce his ability to deliver a proper finishing blow. He could still manage with it, but his chances have decreased rather prominently. He sheathed his smaller axe, and once again brought to his grip the larger one. Sybille was his priority, as she was still chanting... Whatever she has been doing was certainly something of impact, something that would cease the continuation of this fruitless battle. A deep inhale, followed by a slow controlled exhale. Eyes gazing towards the entrance as more made their way in, tracking towards the far end somewhere upon the center, there stood the Queen upon her throne, bellowing its presence upon the Irregulars. Cockroaches the lot of them, if one fell three took its place. Hafrbjǫrn placed his hand on Garret shoulder and the two shared a glance. Once more not a word was utter on behalf of the giants mouth, but the firmness of the grip spoke of something foolish. If they were to be embroiled in a battle of tenacity, then... Perhaps after the head has been taken care, the rest will surely follow. Like before, he handed the young knight the bow he picked up on the previous battle before entering this place.

Their eyes connected once more, Hafrbjǫrn was trusting that Garrett would deliver suppressive fire towards those who would dare loosened their fury upon them. Hopefully, the same Snakemen were vulnerable to their own poison, but somehow the giant didn't believe. His feet stomped the earth beneath his heel in a furious display to stampede towards the entrance past the swordsman, grip on axe tightened, trashing through them. He needed to buy time, that Sybille had the only hope she could offer. And with a large yell, he kicked the ground to propel himself further to the air, and with one hand this time, had prepared to clobber the beast that were incoming under his might, if not get their attention. He could sustain a bit more than the others, it was time to play the shield.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

I'm might post a bit later in the week this time, I have to work on a couple of stuff that'll take most of my time. So if I don't get a post up relatively soon-ish then I apologize in advance

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest

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Under the weight of his own might, the blade of his foe crumbled and broke in one fell swoop. The center of his axe cleaved its head in two, and reached what seemed to be the soulstone. Witnessing its brim in the shine of its unstable magical eminence, Hafrbjǫrn had realized a moment too late the error of his action by placing such great strength on the back of his sing, he injured a core structure of this beast, causing a visceral reaction. His eyes noted the shine of the light soon shift into a cycling flame followed by a cascading boom. Reflexively he placed his left hand in front of his face to shield himself in what is a foolish attempt against the blast, sent backwards in a flight, his feet swept the earth under him to halt himself from furthering into the seams. A shine gleamed upon him, one which soon meshed into flesh an instant later. He has been boon'd with magical defense properties, noting his sides there had been some liquid on his armor which stained some of the leather fabric. Placing his sights towards the end the room, he concluded that it was this weirdly shifty man who he gave the bomb's too. Pox was what he was referred to, however this boon wasn't too potent to sustain the blast. The tried curling up his fingers and pain began to surge through them, he couldn't properly close his fist with the tendons screaming for freedom, fingers jammed and palm shaking. His double handed grip would certainly be hindered, but it shouldn't pose much of a problem. The battle continued, he needed to move onto battle once more. Ignore the pain, for now, your new comrades await for your testament of strength.

Alm and Sybille seemed to have been at their best with their targets, Pox remained at the distance so he remained at the safety of reach. The archers were certainly being pressed into a corner, but he needed to sustain his position in the front. Whatever the mage was doing, she held an idea to rid themselves of these obstacles in an instance, so he needed to pose once more as a threat. But, he found something rather interesting about the targets. He took one of the soulstones of these monster's previously. He picked it up from his pouch and pondered upon it. The blast from such was potent enough, at close range it would be quite dangerous... Garrett was upon the clutches of another one of these annoying monsters, Nanami was under the attack too... Which to choose... He needed to reach quickly. Damn it.

"Rouge Lass! Jump as far back as you can!" He ordered as he picked up on of the smaller axes, jammed the stone onto its bladed steel, and threw it at the earth near the Snakemen's on the right's tail. He would lose a weapon, but this is a menial loss to get rid of these creatures. With prejudice, Hafrbjǫrn moved towards Garrett's side, pulling his other small axe and swung at the tail. He wanted to slice it off so it would release Garrett of its clutches.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

@ShwiggityShwah

Ah, no problem! I don't mind if you guys have Half do some minor stuff for the sake of progressing the story. Mainly on @Arthanus side since he's the GM lol.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Towering Giant, Survival of the Fittest

@Arthanus@ShwiggityShwah@Lyla

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Hafrbjǫrn silence had been his undoing, of course to his dismay the worst of all scenarios had unraveled before them. With quick grit the commander told them to promptly step into battle positions. He along side with Garrett and a couple others began to move towards the doorway to be met with more of these odd creatures. Two swiftly made their move and began on the offensive, these creatures slithered rapidly towards the corners while the final two remained at the distance clutching the safety of their bows. What to do...? He couldn't allow a single Irregular to perish, therefore, he would take up arms as their shields. He placed his hand on the odd fellow who masked himself under these avian guise. Pox, he believed he was called, pulled him closer and handed him his pouch. There were his throwing bombs. "Use 'em well."

He pulled his large axe, held its grip with tightness and made a dive towards the snakemen at the left corner in an attempt to halt its flank. His massive axe swinging towards its torso with all the strength this brute could muster. Immediately, the left-ward lizard had halted its track before the slam of the axe would pierce the earth beneath their heel. Yanking such of the ground, now Hafrbjǫrn had to asses the fact that there were two at the ends... The archers would also pose a problem for any who were in the midst of battle. Of course, that's were Pox would be able to come in handy, he found at the distance. While they archer's looked for an opening, he could bother to use the bombs at his leisure. Hafrbjǫrn did not have need for them at the moment, he was too busy trying to defeat this monster before him. Another charge, this time Hafrbjǫrn leaped into the air, and brought his axe above his head, both arms this time holding it tightly in attempts to cleave his snakemen's skull in two.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

I feel it's a reasonable decision considering that you've tagged him multiple times during the course of everything. I'm alright with containing forward.