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I am a rather middling RPer who likes to believe they are actually at an advanced level. This is of course, nonsense created by my desire to be known as good at something. In otherwords, I'm kinda okay at things and stuff.

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In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
CHAPTER I-II




Ashür: "Don't get too far ahead, meat." The desperado coos, his words dripping with a virulent venom and wry humour both. "Keep that valuable hide where we can see it." He adds, taking a few steps after the tamed Scorpion and gesturing Etor and Makeen both to keep tight abaft. More for their enamored benefactor than their own sake, though he may not reveal it, Ashür knows full well the two boys can handle themselves when the going gets tough. Captain Nasir wouldn't have brought them along if it were any other way.

Kastalus: "Fascinating, truly fascinating. . ." The archeologist's words saunter off into the darkness, he pays no mind to the affairs of the Hellions whilst he runs a palm across the dusty sandstone walls. By mere tallow candlelight he probes the pictograms embedded and worn away by time and all manner of beast that have used this place as their shelter. "A grudge laid bear. . ." He mutters, making some sense of the images perhaps.



Cramped and cloistered tunnels of an age long past, where the idea of archetechture was merely an afterthought in these lands have led Iddin, Lyun, Zarif, and Siris to split off from the others, though they've little expectations of the divergence being for long. Afterall, this crumbling structure couldn't possibly be all that spacious within. . . The stench of Yeek still lingers in the air, whether for this is their den and their oily skins have rubbed off on it, or for there to be a veritable horde awaiting within readying an ambush in din of light. Yet there is another scent in the air, one the Hellions too are keen of -- the distinct metallic tinge of blood lingers here. Just what fate have Shulaar's Scorpions come to?
Eventually, the four men break out from the ruinous corridors into a small chamber, their minimal light resounding off the priest's implements revealing chiseled images, crudely depicting men of war marching forth, not so unlike they. At the end of the room a pile of rock and rubble block what was likely once a small threshold beyond.

MISSION COMMENCE

HELLIONS PHASE


OBJECTIVES

-- REACH THE FINAL CHAMBER --
-- DO NOT ALLOW KASTILUS TO FALL --


FOES




In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay

Gesties sneered, even as he knew his life hung by a thread, a thread that dangled precariously in the hands of the Hellions of Gir, a thread that threatened to make him a marionette. But even by his own admission, the battered man would sooner be puppeted by his enemies than rot in a crumbling cage stinking of Yeek shit and festering with dune roaches.

Gesties: "Bah! Sell me if you please, you'd be right to do so with a hide as valuable as mine. Har-har-har!"

Managing to find some fire in his belly once more, he reaches for his affects that Makeen is so eagerly fawning over, no doubt imagining what he could exchange the blade for, let along the innovative bow and its masterful make. With the smallest chagrin, the young rogue pushes the sword onto Gesties, but elects to keep the crossbow and its attache of bolts. Suddenly the man's fire dies down, realizing his place once more at the tip of Zarif's spear. A fool he'd be to even dream of fighting back. . . He takes the sickle-sword and gestures for the Merchant to lead the way. And he is obliged.

Gesties: "Don't worry, dont'cha worry, smart to keep that bow, means I can't shoot ya in the back. . ." The foreign figure manages to bleat, shuffling alongside Salador toward the main group as Iddin picks their glassen wounds. As his eyes, sunken from abuse by the little blue gremlins come across the Hellions proper, namely the priest, Lyun, and Ashur, he manages to produce, "I recognize you. Oi, didn't we kick yer asses at Akshak?" But before any of them can respond, the archaeologist finally makes his way up to the central stair leading down to the depths of the Ziggurat.

Kastalus: "Stellar work dear Hellions. I see that rumours of your valiance were not unfounded." The older fellow cranes his neck ever in slight and raises an eyebrow toward the shaven-headed mercenary in royal purples, denoting their band's wealth who returns a similarly quizzical look. He clears his throat, an expression changed after the briefest of pauses, "Even greater than rumored! Seven become eight with naught but a little blood. . . Come Hellions, let us bear witness to the glory of days long past." He takes his first gently, yet excited stride down a cracked sandstone step, steeped in the filth of the Petrified God's children, only to be stopped in kind by the lanky bandit.

Ashür: "Do not be so eagre, our honoured patron, these valiant men can't protect you if it's your scholarly gut that takes the first spear."

Kastalus: "Ah. Of course. . . Danger. That is the business of your lot, and not mine." He halts himself at the top of the stairs, hands tensing back and forth 'neath his robes for the anticipation of this endeavor.

Ashür: "Right. . . Are we all ready boys?" Ashür asks aloud, rhetorically so knowing full well nothing would impede the reckless few after the high of their victory. Then, without further delay, they descend.


MISSION COMPLETE!!

In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 2 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
From within the confines of the old, crumpled little lockbox are some relatively modern armaments -- No doubt gathered equipment from any number of the blue little cretins raids on more civilized folk. Even so, they won't be needing it any longer.

Makeen receives Bronze Sickle Sword!
Makeen receives Bronze Crossbow!



The man by now is rightly upon his rear, both bruised palms laying down across that cool sandstone. Surprise is written across his furrowed brow, not only is a mere child sending a fright through him, but the boy's peerless just as the rest of the Hellions. He gathers some willfulness, seeing now the cell door is open and Makeen is busy enamored with the spoils of war, the Scorpion nearly rises to for a dash. Only for the gentle clopping of Salador's hooves to halt him yet again. Even more frightening perhaps for the unarmed loud mouth was that lance, oozing the putrid blood of Yeeks.

Gesties: "H-Hellion, that is my equipment there you've pilfered. . ." He says straightening himself out. "Would you lot afford me the pity of allowing me to join your incursion further in, that I may again meet with my brothers?" He can't help but add with a stammer, "You know that Shulaar's Band would do the same for you! Even if we're dreadful foes. . ."
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Gesties: "W-Wait!"

The voice of the rival merc pangs out like the pain in his weakened bones. Both cracked knuckles again come around the Yeek-built bars again as the final whimper of the beasts comes to a sad end. A new revelation comes across his face as Zarif says his piece.

"Please, Hellions. . ." He again wheezes, a dry cough from his cell while Makeen comes into sight. "My brothers and I were hired to delve this place, but a full day has come and gone. . ." As his eyes barely catch the young bronzed thief, he humbles himself before them, "Leave me in this cell! I care not!" Gathering strength he continues, "But I beg of you! Hellions. . . Tell me they yet live!"
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE




Echoing through those sun-cracked blocks of sandstone is the final shriek of the abomination, it darts back from where the thin hall meets the rest, the slick plaps of its footfalls resound all the same.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #3 moves 6 tiles to 13-16.


A clatter -- it's gnarled wooden bow is discarded to the broken tiles, and its quiver of long arrows as well, a few whimpering sounds can be heard around the corner. . . It seemed this day that the Petrified God, Zuug'Agblish, the unforgiving one gives no blessings to its corrupted children this day.






HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE


Weakly, the shaven headed sellsword draws himself away from the bars, he nearly falls back over the lockbox behind him. Those eyes of his strain and manage to make out the symbol emblazoned upon Salador's numnah -- An orange to crimson hound of twin heads. It's body is elongated and haunched, yet gaunt, brimming with the ferocity of the band known as the Hellions of Gir.

This man, the one captured by these Yeeks is a member of another strong band of mercenaries in Akkadia by the name of Shůlaar's Scorpions. It is said that though they are twice the men stronger, any deep pursed administrator that hires one will find their opposition hiring the other. As so they are oft ones to clash in constant struggle, rivalry and grudges run deep between the two. Yet it is not unknown for them to be aligned upon the same cause, where the coin is right.

Gesties: "H-Hellions?" The man wheezes before a scowl draws true upon his pale face, with a will he moves for the door again, "Must've been waiting for us in that hole huh?!" He roars, pressing his shoulder against the crude cage, "Ambushed and slaughtered my family didn't ya sand-lickers!?" He smashes the bars again before his strength fails him. ". . . Damn that sage." He mutters.


Ashür: "Keep a good eye o' stout one." The desperado gives Siris's armored side a strong elbow before hobbling himself just a little ways down the hall. All the while those scrupulous eyes fall upon each of the Hellions, from Lyun, to Etor, to Iddin. And there they rest.

Ashür: "Hallowed man." He adresses Iddin, but those words are sure to find their way to the rest. "Far too reckless an endeavor, this. I expect the price you negotiated to be an amenable one. . ?" With a light creak of a grin he moves to the priest of the Glass God and quickly unstraps the abdomen of his boiled leather. A four-pronged gash ran deep there, the nasty claws of the Yeeks. His gaze is an expectant one.


Ashür moves one tile to 25-12 beside Iddin.


Kastilus moves six tiles to 25-13, enraptured as he is with the structure and its faded glyphs, he speaks to no one, mumbling to himself.



In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
We actually all disappeared for near on ten months, then collectively decided to start right back up again like nothing had changed. Our group is run through Discord, so looks here might be deceiving of course. We aren't fully decided on whether we'd like more hands on the project just yet, but I'll keep you in mind for the future depending on the way of things. Thanks for the interest!
In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 3 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE




The last azure freak falls to the cracked ancient stairs with a slick thud. The silent brute's axe hefted from the corpse with a similar sound and a certain silence falls over the Yeek-vandalized structure. All that seems to remain in the silence that befalls the place are the stone carven fetishes and idols of these creatures' Petrified God. And the Hellions of course, only a tinge worse for wear than the moment they stepped foot in the field, still. . . This payoff better be worth it.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #3 moves 6 tiles to 11-12.


Zarif and Makeen realize it at once; the job isn't finished. At first it's the heavy breaths and scratching of claws against the brickwork, a lone Yeek rears its ugly head just long enough past the corner to make note of their slaughtered ilk before in a terrified gait, retreating just behind it. Maybe they'd take potshots, maybe not. . . The Hellions of Gir hadn't survived this long in the harsh dunes and rocky plains of Akkad for being ones to take chances.






HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE


Gesties: "Ho there. . !"

A voice calls, dry and cracked. Yet still it bears all the strength it possibly can echoing down the olde hall. Before Zarif can muster Salador to charge it reaches them.

Gesties: "My brothers!" The voice continues to erupt from behind rusted makeshift bars of wood and stone, a Yeek construction and far sturdier than it looks. Before the speaker can even bring his eyes to bear upon the Hellions he continues, "I knew you would not leave me for dead!" His words are as uplifted as one could possibly be given the situation. "Did you find our quarry down there?" He asks, one could now make out his nose and bushy facial hair peeking through the caged room he's put away in.


Ashür: "You have studied under Iddin, have you not?" The bandit asks the young thief whom he sallies up behind, allowing the rest of their companions the vanguard forward. "I trust you know of this rune?" He adds, yet the question is rhetorical as he places the Yeek's fetish, a locus for Theurgy, into Makeen's hand. He says nothing more after this, rather his sunken eyes wander to the spiraling stair just below, no doubt wondering what might lurk therein. . . And just what their employer is seeking here.


Ashür moves six tiles to 25-11 and TRADES Makeen the Heal-𒀀 Spell.


Kastilus continues heaping on the praise as he at last traipses with abandon over the splatter gore of the little blue imps, and at once his mind is taken by the architecture and hidden meanings among the worn glyphic Ziggurat. Paying little mind to his hired band of cutthroats as they put a period on this little endeavor.


Kastilus moves six tiles to 25-18.



In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 4 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE




Siris's war-shouts bellow throughout the hall, daunting perhaps even the insane monsters, yet only for moments as the streaks of red across his breastplate and blade seek only to expound upon their inherent rage.

It's not long now, the Hellions suffer only minor more nicks and scrapes as each yet more wet thud's cascade across the once hallowed ziggurut's grounds, like that of a fresh bass tossed across a bed of seaweed. That remaining ascetic to the Petrified God did not falter in its garbled speech, even as the distant words of the God in Glass carried into their profaned structure. It only sought to emboldened the creature's fervor, their death gaze glimmering its last embers in the shadows.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #2 attacks SIRIS with its GNARLED BOW and hits for 0 Damage.

YEEK WARRIOR #5 attacks SIRIS with its GNARLED SPEAR and hits for 3 Damage

SIRIS counterattacks the Yeek with his SHORT SWORD for 11 damage, killing it.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #7 attacks ZARIF with its GNARLED BOW and hits for 6 Damage

ZARIF counterattacks the Yeek twice with his SHORT BOW, killing it.


YEEK WARRIOR #6 attacks MAKEEN with its GNARLED SPEAR and hits for 5 Damage

MAKEEN counterattacks the Yeek twice with his LONG KNIFE and hits for 4 Damage.

But three of the imps remained about them, the clarion call of what Kastilus deems so worthy of this sojurn calling from the cracked stairs descending beyond, by which numerous slicks of blood seep.






HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE


Ashür: The bandit lets out a deep sigh, one of relief for the sake of the injuries he and his band had sustained thus far. While he was not off his guard, even in such moments disaster could strike, it was clear; the end of the detestable beasts. "Let us mop it up." He says, "Just as the boy speaks, its the scholar's treasure we're after." He adds by way of Makeen, giving the young-ling a good nod, recompense for his practiced hand with a good weighted knife.

Ashür darts forward, weaving past the final bow-Yeek. Straight for the robed creature behind. It sees its final moments, expecting the cold rasp of metal to be its end. Yet opens its eyes to the hall, its burden lighter. The bandit holds tight a palm-sized wood fetish of beech, by which the divine symbol '𒀀' is seen. The Mystic recognized it immediately, grasped in that oily claw. A healing Theurgy, no different than Iddin's, at least in effect.


Ashür moves five tiles to 25-14 and steals Heal '𒀀' from Yeek Ensi #2. And then retreats two tiles to 25-16.


He holds it aside without a word, no doubt an indirect grace for the thief's help. Perhaps some expectations along with it.


Kastilus: "Excellent work Hellions!" The royal robed man clasps his work-hardened hands together with a good call from the fields, believing most of the work to be all but wrapped up. From there he moves alongside the muscled brute, to whom he speaks, "I must thank you. . . Lyun. For paying such a keen eye to my safety! But I assure you I'll be quite alright."



In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 4 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
YEEK PHASE

COMMENCE




The Hellions make short work of the blue devils by which they encroached upon, leaving naught but a single Yeek with bow in its claws upon those amber fields. The dry grass waved dulcetly midst the midday's warm winds, marred by the vile blood of the monsters yet seemingly unperturbed.

Ashür's bladework left the skirmisher clinging to life as it retreats, fading across the steps. With the last bits of its life, the creature knocks another stone-tipped arrow and lets it fly the bandit's way.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #5 attacks ASHUR with its GNARLED BOW and hits for 2 Damage.


YEEK SKIRMISHER #4 attacks ZARIF with its CLAWS and hits for 3 Damage


Further on, where only the camel rider can see, another blue shaman draped in yellowed rags and holding aloft a birch bark staff breaths another few words, heralding the call of Zuug'Agblish. Then from either side of the open halls a pile of the azure imps appear brandishing the greatest of their arms. It is clear within their bleak beaded eyes that they make their last stand to defend that which they call home.






HELLIONS PHASE

COMMENCE


Ashür: He does not relent, the flint arrowhead skimming his shoulder only manages to bare the Desperado's fangs against the creatures. With a single fluid motion he takes to the stairs, yet bends his path upward to drive that curved sword of his a swatch through the skirmisher assailing poor Salador.

Ashür moves three tiles to 24-18 and attacks Yeek Skirmisher #4 with his curved blade for 5 Damage. The Yeek counter attacks with its claws for 1 damage.

The beasts claws glance across the boiled leather for little effect, though the bandit's own sword can't quite find its mark. Regardless he finally takes in a deep breath, the stench of burnt gore filling his lungs. "Chance that our work was done for us." He wheezes, readying his stance again, with thoughts to the veritable pile of dead Yeeks at the bottom of the stairs. "Sacrifices? Or a third party? Be on your guard. . ."


In The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ] → 4 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
Ashür: ". . ." The Brute transforms the Yeek before him into a split pile of gore, sure enough the bandit is no longer needed here, their employer was safe and sound and sure enough their stipend of coin. The sounds of clashing and a distant reverent gibbering call him onward further into the fray with his comrades.

Thus, the man gives Kastilus and Lyun both but a single nod and twists about, making a straight B-line past the triumphant Siris with blade outstretched to run the final Yeek upon the field through.

Ashür moves seven tiles to 23-20 and attacks Yeek Skirmisher #5 with his curved blade for 5 Damage.


"Careful." He speaks whilst driving his sword true while Zarif and Salador clack up the sand block steps to the ancient temple, "Our foes no doubt bear a trap beyond."
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