Gems Of Destruction

[flapjack]

*Nibimacarion noticed that the old human had just broken into a sprint towards the village and thus decided that they would be of more together and that whatever fighting they would get into, it was bound to be melee, thus while breaking into a run himself Nibimacarion drew his short sword, quickly glancing over the old, but still in perfect condition, weapon*

"let us fight together, Eown"

[Heiro]

"Make sure you stay back when the fighting starts. Especially...."

Eown breaks off, and wipes his eyes, before just sprinting toward the village.

[PyRo`]

Qualme turns and walks away from the group toward the village
"Doesn't that old man have any shame?"
he asks himself
"weeping so openly for the suffering of strangers, I doubt he'll get very far unless he's hiding some unknown power."

[vampire_lestat]

*lestat pauses for a second, contemplating what just happened, and what is about to. He has not, since he was alive, rushed head first into a battle in open daylight. Finally deciding he has no choice, he sprints in the direction most the others had sped off in only moments ago, taking up chace. He had noticed the old man was parculearly distraut, but he could not hazard a guess as to why. Surely any worldy man, as Eown appeared to be, would have seen the work of the dark lady. Continuing his dark line of thoughts, he finally caught up with the group, however, as they continued he needed to slow, weighed down by his heavy weaponry, not even vampiric stamina could keep up a solid run for any length of time. As they began to near the village, he drew his short sword and axe, continuing at a paced but suprisingly ground eating pace

[Maniacal_Intent]

Eager for a bit of bloodshed Intent hefts his axe once more and sprints towards the village, a manic grin playing on his face.

[Sivart]

Sivart watches Thungarth strides off with tthe woman and children, handing the remaining apples to the children, and sees the others quite a ways off, running towards the village. Cursing himself for being slow, he quickly mounts his horse and sets the horse into a full out sprint. While he's gaining on the old man and the others, he quickly checks into his pack to see that all is there, puts his heavy coin pouch into the saddle bag, and checks his weapons: unflawed crystal dirk and his numerous daggers. Pulling out a couple with one hand and carefully balancing them, all while riding the sprinting horse. As he catches up to the group, he slows down the horse so that he travels along side them. Glancing up the path, he sees the smoldering ruins of the village, and wonders what sort of man or beast could do so much carnage and destruction. Hiding both the daggers away in his cloak so that they will be the first he might reach for, he twists his fingers into a few comlex symbols, and he feels his reflexes, muscles, and mind speed up.

[Bakan]

*Looking up from his latest victim, a man, looking well to do as indicated by his gut, begs not to die, as he clutches the bleeding stump where his left leg used to be. Bakan ignores the pitiful moans and begs, along with offers of money as he stares at the distance. Something was coming, something he had not felt in a long time. Slashing out casually behind him, Bakan cuts opens the man's face, sending blood and flesh flying as the man screams and clutches his ruined face. By that point Bakan had leapt up on top of a nearby 2 story building.*

*Crouching and staring, Bakan's eyes widen and narrow, so that the far distance zooms in rapidly, as if it was right in front of him. Looking, Bakan counts three people approaching, 2 on foot and 1 on a pony. Focusing on the older man, Bakan feels his memory tickle, as if he had seen the face before. Shrugging it off, Bakan refocuses his eyes to normal. Running along the rooftop, Bakan sees a couple huddling in a small alley. Jumping down, Bakan slashes with his claws, nearly decapitating the young man. Screaming hysterically, the young women backs away from Bakan. Looking at her, Bakan blinks slowely at her and growls, as she tries to crawl farther away from him.*

*Looking at the body of her boyfriend, Bakan grabs his head and twists, tearing it off. Carrying it with him, Bakan grabs the young women by the neck, and leaps onto a roof. Running, Bakan leaps between buildings until he is on the tallest building, the village inn. Standing there, Bakan winds up and throws the severed head at the approaching adventurers. Watching it arc in the sky, slowely fading away as it travels the distance, it lands right in front of their feet, barely reconizable after the impact which scatters blood onto the adventureres. Smiling, Bakan roar's, the sound resonating throughout the village, and outwards towards the approaching adventures. Holding the women up high, Bakan roars again, making sure to get their attention.*

[Heiro]

The head slams into the floor, inches from his feet. Looking up, Eown smirks evilly, not like his normal jovial self. He cracks his knuckles, loudly, but not loud enough for the others to pick up on. Smiling, he puts his hand to Nibimacarion’s chest, touching him lightly, but assertively.

“Go, now. And get the survivors out of here. This is my fight.”

Looking forward, and upward at the figure on the windy roof, Eown stops smirking. Walking forward 10 paces, he grasps the side of his ragtop, and lifts it slowly over his shoulders, revealing his back to the elf and the mounted thief. With each inch that the top rises, he feels it catching on his scarred mess of a back, from the lashes, 100’s of them. Possibly more. No more than a mess of scars now, which ripple as he flexes his shoulders and drops his top. Taking the bottle of wine from the discarded packs, Eown grasps it by the bottleneck, before lowering his legs into a stance. Shifting his feet apart, he pushes the bottle forward, like a sword, and brings his other hand back up into a punch stance, similar to that of the Shadow fist of the north winds.

“I’m going to break you! Stand ready. Lets see if this minion is more than a weakwilled puppet.”

Eown presses his feet down hard but slow against the floor. As he does so, the wind in the street picks up, as if beckoning him, asking him to use its power. He lets his eyes flicker, like a leaf in the wind, a leaf in the wind. Pushing down, his body rises faster than an arrow, his eyes intently fixed on the man on the roof. Briefly, he lets his mind wander, in a state of sublime permeation, soaked in the glory of his own power. His eyes flick back open, and the man is mere feet from his face, asking to be hit. Turning slowly onto his back, he begins to flip himself, whilst he pops the cork from the bottle of wine. Landing with a soft crunch beneath his feet, Eown smiles and addresses the man in black, the minion of the dark lady.

“Leaf in the wind.”

He lunges forward with unearthly speed, slamming his secondary, free hand forward in a punch, as he twists his body. Slamming into the unprepared man, he catches him off balance, sending a weak blow into his chest. Without looking, or thinking, He brings his right up, and Swigs from the wine, taking nearly the entire bottle in one drag. Flexing his fingers into gripper like claws, He continues the punches, into a combination of hits against his hard chest. With the last he rolls backward, aptly balanced on the middle of the roof. Standing up, he gestures, his middle finger. His shoulders spasm forward, and he begins to stagger, rolling on the balls of his feet. Turning his wrists inward, he makes the gripper shapes with his hands, before addressing the man again.

“The corkscrew to open the wine bottle. Now I’m ready, and its time for you to pay…”

[PyRo`]

Qualme seeing Eown in the distance split from his two companions decides to make haste and join them, as Qualme aproaches Nibimacarion and Sivart he notices some gore and blood feet away from where they stand. Standing catching his breath he notices Eown standing oposite a dark figure he thinks for a moment then reaches into his cloak with his right hand and grabs the handle of his sword, then turning to the others.
"Leave him be, at least for now, I want to see what the old man is capable of, besides it is his battle, not ours. If he is to die then it is the fate he has chosen for himself."
Qualme steps forward fragments of bone crack under foot against the blood splatered ground as he walks through the remains of what was once a human head, once he is a little closer to Eown and the so called dragon creature he stops and stands still to spectate the fight, still clutching his sword under his cloack.

[Sivart]

Sivart glances down at the bloody mass that seems to have been a head, up to his old companion who's amazing acrobatics have landed him across a rooftop from a dark-shrouded figure, all the while drinking wine. Partially agreeing with Qualme, it is his fight, he feels that the old man's fate shouldn't be that of death. As he looks up at the figures on the rooftop, Sivart notices that the shrouded figure is gripping a woman by the throat and waving her around. FOr a moment, he sees his mother torn to sheds by orcs, and rage builds up inside of him. Praying that the old man end s up the victor, SIvart makes some complicated signs with his fingers, and his horses muscles and reflexes get noticably faster, and he urges his his horse onward, towards the village, with the hopes that not many more lives shall be destroyed this day.

[flapjack]

*stopping for a moment in amazement at what Eown does, Nibimacarion quickly recovers and runs into the village, going from door to door to look for survivors while he signals the others to do the same, knowing that Eown has little chance of beating the dragon creature and they will probably not have much time to get those that did survive to safety. Not to mention the fact that there where probably orcs or undead nearby and ready to strike.*

[vampire_lestat]

*seeing the severed head fall, and his elderly comrade rush onwards, in what could onlly be called a beserk rage, lestat had to fight to keep a look of surprise off his face. As he got closer, he could feel a pust for blood risin. Feeling his weighty axe in his right hand, and his light, fast blade in the other, he rushed onwards. As he drew nearer to the village he saw the old man challenging a hidious beast carrying a woman. He could see clearly the woman was alive, and in much pain (as a vampire, he had learned to recognise the dead long ago). He could see the damage and destruction in the village, and, struggling with his natural predatorial urges, lestat ignored the fight on the roof, Eown seems to have something personal against the monster, and it would be unsporting to interfere until it was clear the old fool would die without it. Moving quicly through the village, lestat checked the survivors for those who would be able to flee, and trying to calm them enough to flee, whilst setting about this grim task, he kept one eye on Eown and checked everyone for any signs of skill as a warrior, asking questions to try to find out what happened here.

[Bakan]

*Watching the adventurers rush into the village, Bakan on midly surprised that only one of them rushed at him, with the rest it seemed going after survivors. Watching him leap at him, Bakan stands there, still holding the women with one hand. The old man then danced around Bakan, surprisingly agile, even punching at Bakan, striking with a blow that Bakan barely felt, but was more surprising was that the man then took a full swig from the bottle of wine he was carrying, finishing it completly off. Within seconds, Bakan noticed his actions change, as if drunk, yet in control.*

*Seeing his extend his hands into gripper shapes, Bakan smiles and takes a quick look around, and throws the young women at one of the people carrying what appeared both a heavy axe and light sword. with both hands free now, Bakan casts a fireshield spell, weaving it in front of him, though not one that was to powerful. Pushing it forward, Bakan ran right behind it, and at the last second cleared it out to reveal the old man. Punching out with both claws, Bakan catches his opponents gripper hands in gripper hands of his own, only as his tightened, his opponents bones started making groaning sounds as they were pushed to their tolerance, with blood starting to drip as Bakan's talons cut open his hands. Headbutting him, Bakan sees that it is time.*

*Twisting, Bakan throws the old man off the building, on top of the body of the young women he had previously held, only a short fall, easily survivable. Jumping off the building himself, Bakan lands in front of another adventurer, this one obviously a elf. Not taking chances, Bakan waves his hands, launching several dozen fire arrows at his target. Surprisingly, many of them simply caused no harm to it, at best causing some minor burns if they skimmed the elf's exposed flesh. Leaping at him, Bakan passes quickly, only taking time to slash once, taking some of the elf's clothing and minor bits of flesh with him. Turning to see a pony rush him with another rider on it, Bakan then casts a large fire shield in front of it. Seeing all the nearby adventures occupied, Bakan smiles and passes one of the villagers he had hung to the wall, and casually slashes his throat, before sprinting out of the village, at a pace to him easy to maintain, yet one that would easily allow the adventurers to follow him.*

[dragonsjem]

After reading both profiles, I've found both to be of good quality. They both put time and thought into their characters and it would be unfair to dismiss either. I know many of you dislike adam, but i ask you to give him a chance. They will be posting their char profiles for you all to see.

[PyRo`]

Qualme standing aparently unnoticed by the dragon creature decides to take some action of his own, running through the village stepping over corpses as he goes he reaches his would be companions.
"Maybe now you will think before rushing into such actions, I'll track that creature from the shadows, wait here, you would only slow me down or get your selves caught."
Without waiting for a responce Qualme sprints through the village passing a wall decorated with fresh corpses the pungent stench of death is thick in the air, this dragon creature has power the likes of nothing he has ever before encountered, if a mere minion possesses this much power how much power must the great lady her self possesses, he grins at the thought. As Qualme leaves the village he notices the creature in the distance still fleeing, Qualme disappears into the shadows of a nearby forest silently stalks the creature from a safe distance knowing only too well that this may be a trap.

[flapjack]

*As surprised as Nibimacarion is to the sudden attention from the dragon creature, he is unmoved by the small firearrows, Nibimacarion himself readying his sword and moving to attack when the creature jumped at him, Nibimacarion quickly moved to dodge the attack but was only partially successfull as the dragon creature tore his clothes and caused some minor flesh wounds, Nibimacarion however used his speed to bring his short sword around and strike at the back of the creature and moments later when it ran out of the village Nibimacarion quickly casted a Fireblast and sent it off towards the dragon's back, knowing that it would probably not harm the creature much but might throw it off its feet*

*Nibimacarion then returned to searching for survivors, disregarding the assasin that would probably not survive his attempts to track the creature*

[Heiro]

Eown's hands bleed as the claws dig into them, deeper and deeper. Blood runs down his hands, and onto his now bending wrists. Stength is a virtue that should be used only in moderation. With a sudden movement of his hips, he flips himself through the monsters grips, breaking them. Seconds later, his short lived success multiples as he kicks vigorously off the mans hard chest, vaulting him off the building, high into the air. Spreading his arms, he gracefully falls, the wind whipping at his hair. Coming down to within feet of the ground, he rolls, gracefully planting himself on the floor. Standing up fully, he looks at woman, and his hands. Nothing more than the skin pierced fully, he continues to ignore the pain, moving swiftly to check her over.

Reaching her, he swiftly shakes her, and the groans in response tell him she's ok. checking her radial pulse, and making sure she can move with reactional taps on her limbs, he scoops her up into his arms, and using his foot, flicks his shirt up onto her, along with his pack. Walking steadily out of town, he begins to follow his enemy.

[Bakan]

*Running alone, Bakan suddenly is hit by a fireball to his back. The fire itself does nothing, but the kinetic impact is enough to cause Bakan to miss a step. Using the momentum, Bakan spins around to see the aftereffects of the spell around the elf. Seeing also the old man run towards him, Bakan smiles and decides to have some fun.*

*Since the elf attacked most recently, Bakan makes several large bounds, pulling out his heavy broadsword. Despite having ample time to see him, Bakan still strikes the elf's sword, his sheer strength enough to push the elf's sword all the way against his chest. Holding this position, Bakan smiles and let's go of his blade with one hand, to slash twice at the elf. The elf, unnaturally quick managed to dodge the worse of the slashes, but they still shredded the elf's tunic and the flesh underneath, nothing life-threatening, but would make some decent scars. Kicking out into the elf's neither regions, Bakan disengages his blade, spins and slashes the elf's face, opening even more cuts along the elf's cheeks.*

*Heeding the word of his mistress, Bakan forces himself to hold back from an all out killing attack, instead he leaps back slightly, and casts a full out fire shield against the elf, pratically right in front of it's face. While it seems to be resistant to flame magics, even a full out flame shield to the face will drive it back, maybe even cause some nice minor burns.*

*Turning away, Bakan sees the old man approaching him, he smiles. Starting to run, Bakan picks up more and more speed, holding his sword in front of him. Reaching the old man, Bakan again heeds the orders of his mistress and adjusts the sword so the blunt side if facing front. Passing the old man, Bakan strikes him full in the chest with the blunt side of the sword, the impact sending the man flying back towards the village, the women falling free from him. Looking at her, Bakan shoots a firearrow into her shoulder, and smiles at the hero's.*

"Come and get me, if you can."

*Backing away slowely, and grinning, Bakan waves his sword at the hero's in a classic and easily translated gesture that says 'come on over'. Still waving, Bakan continues to back away, until his eye catches some motion to the side. Another hero, apparently spying on him. Waving his other arm, Bakan sends hundres of minor fire arrows into the woods, not powerful enough to start a fire, but enough to scare whatever was in the forest. Continuing to back away, Bakan smiles and wonders which hero will come after him first.*

[Heiro]

Watching the girl fall for the second time, Eown curses openly and loudly. Calming himself, and his mind, he begins to channel his power, into his fists, and to his eyes. The wind sweeps in, cold against his bare chest, and biting against his scarred back. He pushes his hands downward, lowering his body into the basic horse stance as he prepares to assault. In loving memory... he thinks, and a mix of primal grunting and shouting comes from his throat, as the ground beneath his feet sinks a fair few centimetres. Forcing his mind into a state of calm, begins to chant, whilst stepping forward into a stance unknown to the enemy, his left foot down on the floor, his right about a foot infront, ball down. his hands jesture a salute, similar to that of a warriors honourable favour.

Smiling, he says quietly: "The Essence of the wind."

He leaps forward, and flitting, blinking, his image appears too mobile for his opponent to visualise. channeling his minds energy to his feet, he pushes off, and light as a feather, drifts down next to bakan, behind his guard. Smirking, he spins swifftly, like a gust of wind against a flower he snatches the sharp of the blade, causing his own blood to run down the length of the long heavy blade. Kicking out backward like a eliquent mule, he breaks the mans grasp, and sending him sprawling forward around 3 ft. Completing the spin, he throws the blade four or five of the mans height to the left, ending in a stance not dissimilar to the one he started in.

"you want a fight, you have one. Now leave those innocents alone. She did nothing to you."

Eown pushes off from the floor, like a dove from a sheltered hand. His rag trousers flap in the wind, as he glides gracefully to 15ft in the air. Allowing himself to drop, he falls like a stone, rolling feet from the man. Rolling forward, he catches his legs with a spinning kick, and as he falls as any man would from a kick to the knees, Eown rolls forward and pushing upward with his hands and back, kicks the man in black hard in the face as he falls, sending him flying into the air, landing with a thud in the distance. Rising to his feet, Eown assumes another stance, waiting for the man to rise and fight.

[Bakan]

*Pulling himself up from the blows, Bakan sees his sword laying several feet away from him. Looking at the old man, who appeared to be a great warrior, Bakan hissed and roared, his claws becoming even more pronounced. Staring at him, Bakan suddenly sprints, not as fast as Heiro, but enough to enable to him catch up so to speak. Running like he was about to gut the old man, Bakan ducks and twists to the side, slapping the man with his left wing, sending him flying also.*

*Turning, Bakan rushes forward, and parrying with the man, catches his left hand with his claws. This time, he squeezes, impaling a claw all the way through Heiro's wrist, returning the full pain he felt on his face from the man's blow. Twisting the arm painfully around, Bakan slaps the man's face, opening up 4 parallel cuts that run along his check, across the man's nose. Throwing him casually away, Bakan pulls out a short dagger. Holding it in a easy grip, Bakan blurs into action, slicing casually along the man's legs. While each blow only opened up a minor wound, the blood that bled instead of being red was black, and Bakan watched as the hold man stumbled and fell.*

"I will not grant you the honor of death, the touch of this blade paralyzes the area around it. You are strong, you will recover. Today is not your day to die."

*Turning away Bakan walks over to pick up his sword and walks away, stopping again to pick up the women. Carrying her over his shoulder, Bakan speaks, loud enough to be heard by everyone.*

"I give you all a choice, follow me and try to defeat me, or I will throw this women off the cliff's of despair. And she is with child, who's power I sense if mighty and it's shade deeply in the light. You're choice.*

[Sivart]

/ooc Sorry about the delay of this post /ooc

Sivart, seeing a fireshield be formed in front of him, hastily jumps backwards of the horse, not a moment too soon. Muttering a quick word for the slightly singed horse, he goes to stand up and quickly throws himself back onto the ground, face down, as a fireblast is suddenly issued over him, evidentally from the elf. Sivart quickly stands up after it's passed, batting out the fires on his cloak and waiting for it to fully mend itself, then looks around to orient himself. Seeing the elf take some wounds from the beast, Sivart quietly starts to back around it in quite a wide circle. He also watches as it does battle with the old man, and even launch some stray fire arrows into the forest for some reason. Continueing his wide circle, while trying to stay out of sight, SIvart pulls out a few of his daggers from hiding. Sivart grimaces as he sees the beast pull out a dagger and cut wounds on the old man's legs, and is surprised to see the blood is off color. Sivart finally stops and prepares himself to fight, when suddenly the beast picks up the girl and starts walking towards him. With all haste, SIvart starts flicking quick signs with his hands,first causing small balls of bright light to form in front of it's eyes, then balls of sever blackness. Doing this twice, he quickly launches his daggers at the beasts eyes, draws more, launches them at it's chest, carefully not where they'd hit the woman that he carries, and continues to draw and launch more and more dagers with quick succession. Once about 20 are spent, he draws out his crystal dagger, and sets his ground.

[Bakan]

*Seeing the space in front of his eyes flash brightly, Bakan closes then but it is to late, for he knows for the time being he is blinded. Ducking his head, he feels two pinpricks as two daggers lodge themselves into his head. Grunting, he spins, feeling more and more impact his body and his wings which he withdrawn close to protect him. Finally opening his eyes, and able to see, Bakan looks and shakes his wings, shaking off the daggers, and bleeding from the minor wounds. Seeing his attack holding another dagger, crystal by the looks of it, Bakan roars and casts a firearrow spell. Focusing upon it, this arrow flies farther and faster, and before the attacker could attack, strikes the wrist holding the dagger, burning it, though since it flew far faster than normal, was not as powerful, thus it was only a minor burn. Shortly behind the firearrow is Bakan himself, slashing with his free hand, still holding the women, cutting his attackers chest and drawing blood. Knocking the crystal dagger aside, Bakan grabs his attacker by the throat, lifts him up and throws him at the old man forcibly. Seeing him out of the picture for the time being, Bakan resumes walking casually away, keeping a careful eye out as his minor wounds already start to regenerate.*

[PyRo`]

Qualme sits perched on a tree branch out of view to all, but a nesting bird or at least so he thinks. He watches as the dragon creature taunts and plays with the rest of the group, watching its every movment, trying to get a feel for its style, as the creature beckons its oponents Qualme is shocked to see the creature turn and look directly at him for not, but a split second then as it waves its arm seemingly dismissing Qualme a flock of hundreds of small flames fly towards him, without thinking Qualme springs from his perch flipping through the air skillfully dodging in midair all, but one of the fire arrows which manages to singe a stray lock of his long black hair. The moment Qualme hits the ground with his back facing the creature, he sprints deeper into the shadows of the forest then once he is positive he is out of sight of its evil gaze he effortlessly scales a tree with such speed that even a wood elf would find hard to match.

"As long as I stay a good distance away from this creature of darkness it cannot defeat me, though nor can I defeat it. This creature is toying with them, it could kill them with instantly if it desired."

He says to himself as he hops from branch to branch as he moves towards the edge of the forest to where he can once again observe this magnificent creature from afar as he does battle with Eown who was indeed alot more than he apeared. Seeing Eown fall to the ground defeated by the creature, Qualme grabs the handle of his sword ready to strike instantly if needed, hearing the creatures threat he does not move from his perch for he knows the creature is only toying with them futher and besides who cares about a mere woman anyway? Qualme grins as another of his companions try in vain to defeat the creature, failing almost instantly.

[Sivart]

Sivart grunts as he finds himself suddenly lifted and airborn. Quickly twisting his body around, he draws and launches ten more daggers at the beast back, in the general vecinity of the joints where the wings sprout out. Continueing with his momentum, he throws out his legs and kicks at the ground to slow down. Without much grip, he misjudges and does a summersault that ends him on his back on the ground. Quickly getting up and breathing deeply to fill his lungs, he rushes back after the beast and launches another ten daggers at it with his right hand, right behind the knees, while his left hands works it's signs furiously. Conjuring more balls of darkness, this time he has it cover the beasts entire head for a short time, as he bends over to pick up his crystal dirk. Pushing himself up hard again, the balls of darkness dispel and he launches himself, dirk first, at the beast back, attempting to stab into it's spine.

[Bakan]

*Again plunged into blackness, Bakan growls, and growls even more as he feels several daggers strike his flesh, none of them causing serious wounds, yet the pinpricks are annoying. While he can't see, he can sense where the daggers came from, and spins around, waving his free hand. Hundreds of minor fire arrows suddenly shoot shoot out in the direction that the daggers came from. The arrows fly true, saturating the area, with many of them striking Sivart. Due to the sheer numbers, the power behind each arrow itself is minor, but enough to burn away flesh. Suddenly able to see again as Sivart was struck, Bakan rushes Sivart, still in mid-air pointing the dagger at him. Roaring, Bakan brutally slaps Sivart, both the force of the blow itself and his claws tear deep wounds on his face and sending him flying away once again. Enraged, Bakan casts another volley of firearrows, more powerful and concentrated. Though somehow Sivart is able to dodge them, 2 of them burn into Sivarts legs, with another one stabbing into his dagger arm.*

"You are annoying me little man. By yourself you don't stand a chance. I would kill you NOW, but I'm under orders not to. Annoy me enough though, and I shall cripple you for the rest of your days."

*Walk away again, Bakan casts another firearrow spell, setting the ground behind him on fire.*

[Sivart]

Sivart is airborn, yet again, but this time he doesn't have the energy to respond. Feeling the arrows burn, and the blood drip down his face, his flight is suddenly stopped by the ground, where he stays. Listening to the beast thing, he can't even move, and just lies there, staring at the sky, wondering what kind of mess he got himself into. After a minute or two of lying there, he slowly and painfully sits up, sheaths his dirk as he digs into his pouch, and pulls out his bone needle and thread, and promptly starts stitching up his wounds and collecting nearby daggers.

[adam]

NAME: Trisk Tyrolar
RACE: Human
SKILLS: Sword Fighting
WEAPONS/POSESSIONS:
Great Sword- A blade longer than most blades, it is double edged and is made of pure steel the base of blade has a small T engraved into it and the hilt of the blade is made of steel, the same as the blade
Flint- used for making fires
Small Journel- Containing Trisk's thoughts his personal feelings and experiances
Knife- Basic foresting knife, about one foot long blade used for cutting small objects

HISTORY
Trisk looked up into his mother eyes, she looked back at him and for a moment they both felt that everything was going to be alright. But it wasnt Trisk's mother whispered the words Trisk feared the most to be whispered from her "run" she spoke softly as a tear ran down her cheek, Trisk steped away as if she was death herself as a small tear rolled down his cheek dripping on the ground. Trisk busted out of the burning house filled with smoke as he coughed the dark black smoke from his throat. Trisk ran as fast as his legs could carry him , Trisk forgot all about time as his lungs protesting violently threatening to stop as Trisks legs buckled. Trisk turned his head to his burning home and saw the dark black smoke rising into the air the flames licked the entire town as Trisk leaned against a tree exhausted as he cried himself to sleep.

Trisk eyes slowly opened as the memory of the last night washed back into his brain, his legs were still sore as he pulls himself up, the fire was done but Trisk wasn't, Trisk began walking back to his village with his thoughts set on one thing, killing every single one of those bastards with his own two hands. Trisk slowly pulled up the the village and hid behind the ruins of a blackened house the smelt of fire he saw one of the men that did it as he slowly workded his way to his house. The sight infuriated Trisk, Trisk barely held back his sctream of rage as his rage boiled over him, his mother corpse was there on the ground, the dirty bastards killed her Trisk thought, Trisk ran into his fathers room and grabed the blade from the ground, its weight was immense but Trisk's fury powered his arms as he charged outside, only two remainedand one of them was infront of him, his heart pounded as his blood raced through his vains, his mind had one thing, Blood. IT demanded blood, it demanded retrubution it demmanded, REVENGE!. Trisk screamed at tyhe sky as his rose the blade into the air, the man turned around as Trisk slam his blade into him, Trisk screamed louder as the blade slid through the mans head in a shower of blood bone and brain went around the man, Trisk ulled the blade free as he became lost in his fury, the second one charged at him as Trisk forward. The man slashed downward at Trisk and Trisk darted back, Trisk fury reached a peak as he gritted his teeth and he felt only one need. the death. Trisk charged his blade forward at the man as it sunk right through the flesh through his belly, the man blinked a few times looking down before he realised his was dead, Trisk fell to his knees as he screamed at the skyhis voice booming all around him, Trisk takes in a deep breath as he does it once more, Trisk then begins to cry as tears stream down his face as a memory flashes through his mind.

"Trisk pay attention" the voice of Trisks father flashes though the memory, its early summer and the sun is out. Trisk and his father are out back. His father is teahing Trisk how to use a blade and Trisk is actually doing really well, Trisk swings the wooden blade as his father and his father blocks it, Trisk begins to get angry but his father tells him not to lose his calm or he could do this he regrets Trisk mind goes back to the town he is in as he stands up, he looks around the town shop and finds a few items not stolen a peice of flint and some food. Trisk walks to the black smith and finds the weapon shaper, he forms the letter T on the bottom of the blade as he whips the blood off of his Sword, he grabs the sheat from his house along with his Journel and the sheath for the blade, Trisk puts the sheath on his back as he slides the blade home into the sheath, he finds a horse that one of the Men used as he jumps on it and rides into the city
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Trisk sees smoke in the clearing, he looks down upon his mount as he begins stroking it "Come Stryder lets go see whats going on and hopefully settle an old score"


Trisks horse neighs a bit as it sets off towards the village, the wind blows through Trisk as he grins feeling the hilt of his blade with his hands as he holds unto Stryder it had been a long time since that dayand now Trisk was ready to take down whatever stood in his path to the evil. As Trisk nears the village he begins to draw his blade out the metal on the sheath makes a metallic ring through the air as Trisk slides the blade back home he continues to gallop into the village

[Zappa Tenderlea]

meanwhile, Thungarth had arrived in the city. Carefully bringing the woman and children to the cityguards chief, he starts questioning her again, this time about the attacker, what he looked like, what weapons he used, and wether he wore armour. She told him about a dragonman, his scales protecting him from every blow, and his claws, broadsword, and magical arrows sowing death wherever he went. Deciding that his axe would be of little use against dragonscales the way it was now, Thungarth immediatly went to the nearest blacksmith, and had him adapt the axe, take out pieces of it, and put on others. The axeblade now was edged off with strong and sharp pikes, instead of a serrated cutting edge, so it would be able to pierce and injure the dragonman's body, piercing the scale and bone. He then saught out a magician, hoping that he could cast a spell of armourpiercing powers over his axe, or an increasement of strenght and damage. After getting the upgrades that he could, he went to the inn, took a horse, and sprinted off towards the village, hoping his 'compagnions' would still be alive

[Heiro]

Eown watches haplessly as the creature ends his chance, this day at least. His legs drop from under him, causing him to colapse into a heap on the floor. The creature stands over him for a second, saying: "I will not grant you the honor of death, the touch of this blade paralyzes the area around it. You are strong, you will recover. Today is not your day to die." He gazes up at the beast, before he strides off, to grasp the woman. In one sudden movement, he jumps from Eown's line of sight. Forgetting the woman for a mere second, He looks at his wrist, and touches his face. Pain stings back at him, his wrist pouring with blood and his face similar. The blood running so freely from him makes him feel distinctly light headed, a feeling not dissimilar to being drunk...

With the sudden rush of blood into his eyes, they begin to water. Feeling the urge to blackout approach, Eown fights it with the considerable power of his tuned mind. Freeing his spirit from the binds of his injury, he trys to control the bleeding, but the mix of emotions and colours flashing flood his cortex beyond comprehension. He feels a glimmer of hope, as the image of the woman comes springing back to his mind. What is that feeling? he asks himself, as the adrenaline surges into his body, and he grasps the horribly open wound on his arm. Laying in a puddle of his own blood, his mind wanders, flashing back to things he's seen, things he has been. And the sound of whipping cracks in his mind, jolting his upper body upright, as he looks at the blood streaming from the wounds on his legs. Black as the night, he takes the rag top from his left, and rips it in half, and one piece in half again, before quickly tying off his wrist, to slow the bloodflow, and both his legs, to ease the burning pain. Feeling the majority of his body lose its pulse, he trys to get up...

...nothing. Unable to move himself, Eown curses. His mind sees the woman, and sees what he has to do. But he cant move. Cant even stagger. Anger rages inside his mind, working its way to his body. He thinks slowly for the solution. A minute passes, and the monster has begun to howl with pain, or at least anger. Then. It comes to him. he may not have much time. Focusing his mind, he feels the wind around him shift , picking up speed around his body, as he would before he would jump. He rolls swiftly backward, onto his arms, before vaulting over onto his legs. Unable to bend, the slam into the floor and he shakes, and staggers forward slightly, as if to fall. Bracing himself, he begins to sway, as if drunken.

He staggers forward, the exersion showing in his eyes, and the sweat that runs down his face. He reaches within feet of the dragon creature, before falling down, his face slamming into the dirt. He curses loudly, as the blood trail behind him ends at his body, pooling now again, as he begins to slip into unconsciousness... The blank black canvas sweeps around him , and his mind gives in, as passes out.

"Im... sorry. I... Fai...l...e....d............."

[Sivart]

After he finished stitching up his most severe of wounds, Sivart grits his teeth and pushes himself off the ground. As he watches the dragon-beast walk off into the distance, he looks at the footprints he's digging into the ground and forgets about him, realizing that following won't be difficult, most likely because he wants it that way. Sivart looks around and sees the old man lying face down, black blood seeming to seep from his wounds. Slowly shuffling over to him, Sivart bends over and rolls the old man onto his back. Seemingly unconscious, Sivart slaaps him lightly on the cheeks a few times and doesn't see him waking up any time soon. Quickly checking him over, SIvart mentally marks the wounds on the man's legs and wrist. Digging into his pouch, Sivart pulls out his needle, thread, and an old pouch which he uses to carry various herbs with an assortment of healing properties. Pulling off the cloth around the man's wrist, Sivart digs out a pinch of herbs from his pouch and starts kneading them into the wound. Once the herbs are kneaded in, Sivart pulls out his needle and thread and starts sewing up the wound. Sivart pulls out more herbs, and starts rubbing them into the cuts on the man's legs, where dark blood still continues to flow. Carefully tearing a strip from his cloak, and pausing only slightly to watch as it mends itself, Sivart carefully wraps both of the man's individual legs, praying that they heal well, what with the nasty color of his blood. Quietly standing, Sivart let's go of any hold his will might still have over the man, goes off to find his singed horse, and slowly searches around the birning village for anything that might count as food.

[PyRo`]

Qualme now sure that the creature has no intention of killing them decides to do what may prove to be the most foolish thing of his life. Leaping down from his branch into the open he slowly walks towards the creature with his arms by his side and his hands held open showing that he has no intention of attacking it, stopping feet away from the creature he gazes into it's firey eyes.

"So it seems you've had your fun with them, now what do you plan to do with that?"

he eyes the terrified woman in the creatures clutch

"I offer you the choice between death and a life of being this demons play thing, for there is no one left to rescue you, those fools can barely still walk never mind fight and me.... I simply don't care."

he says to the woman before looking back into the dragon creatures eyes and grinning.

[vampire_lestat]

*lestat, physically shaking with the effort of not attacking the dragon-beast, surges forward, glad of the coming darkness, and the power it gives him. As he nears the beast, lestat see's Qualme attempt in negotiations with the monster. Knowing these are doomed to fail, lestat lurches forward, standing in the ray of division stance, a method designed specifically for dual weaponed warriors, he forces a low blow with his axe, aiming at bakans right knee, and a high one, more to force his attackee to block than to do any damage to any specific area. Following this through to the stance of the coming blade, lestat stands on one foot, his sword ready for attacking and his reasonably sized axe poised to defend from a blow of his enemy's mighy blade, all the while keeping an eye out for a sign of fire balls, ready to shift to the stance of the empty flames at any moment.

[Bakan]

*Watching the two hero's surround him, Bakan smiles openly. FINALLY, they were starting to show some good sense, as in attack at the same time. Unfortunally, the lesson had been learned to late. Looking at the one that thought simple words could solve this, and was indifferent to the fate of the women, Bakan stabs out with his blade, moving it amazing fast, so fast it was but a blur. On Pyro's hands suddenly appear twin cuts on his palms, leaking blood. Another series of flashes, and pyro's chest is cut lightly with superficial wounds.*

*Spinning around, Bakan then hits Pyro with the blunt end of his sword, sending him flying away, which also kicking out at lestat, while leaping up and catching the blow from lestat's weapon on his wing, which while cut, starting healing. Causing lestat to stumble, Bakan waves his sword and attack single-handedly, block, stabbing, parrying, etc etc.*

*Taking a moment to look up, and estimate the time around 4PM, Bakan is slowely starting to get bored. Shoving hard against lestat and knocking him back, Bakan casts a fire shield spell and sweeps it over lestat. It's speed and relative lack of power only causes minor burns on lestat, along with setting items of his clothing on fire.*

*Looking around and seeing noone around capable of fighting, Bakan sighs.*

"Hear me you pitiful excuse for hero's, I'm now off to destroy yet another village. If you want to save it from me burning it to the ground, you better find it within yourselves to get there before me, and to actually work together."

*Looking at the women in his other hand, Bakan throws him at Pyro and turns and starts jogging away, making sure to hit the ground with enough force to create easy to follow footsteps.*

[PyRo`]

Qualme noticing Lestat plunging towards the creature begins to jump back out of reach of the creature, but alas it is too late as he is sent flying through the air holding his hands open staring at the cuts on his palms.

“so.. fast”

he mutters as he hits the ground with a thud, as Qualme listens to the creatures words, he tightly clenches his fists, blood drips from his clenched fists down his wrists and is absorbed into the sleeves of his cloak as he grinds his teeth in annoyance. The creature turns and tosses the woman at Qualme then swiftly leaves, Qualme catches the woman and tosses her to one side growling as he rises to his feet again and turns to the lightly charred Lestat.

“Fool! Did you not know it is considered rude to interrupt other peoples conversation?”

He growls before unclenching his fists and calming his tone a little.

“That is the second time that creature has caught me off guard and it will be the last, it is fast and unpredictable, but I shall defeat it. That creature is leading us into a trap and I shall take the bate, I care not for pitiful villages such as this wretched place and I would no sooner be known as a hero than I would be known as a drawf, but I will defeat that creature no matter what it takes. Tracking it will be no challenge, it's purposely leaving us a trail and if the maps which I have seen of this area are anything to go by it will reach the next village by nightfall. I will go now and try to catch it before it reaches the village, if you are to follow I suggest you do so soon.”

Qualme turns and swiftly sets off following the creatures tracks, as he walks he goes over in his mind every little move he has seen the creature make, tightly clenching his fists causing small trickles of blood to leak from between the fingers of his clenched fist and drop to the ground as he remembers the creature striking him.

“I will defeat it.”

[Zappa Tenderlea]

right around this time, Thungarth arrived in the village. looking around in amazement, he can barely withstand to keep from laughing at the sight of all those 'heroes' lying down on the ground, beaten. He gathers them, and tries his best to patch them up a bit, while asking what happened...

[flapjack]

*Nibimacarion found no new chance to attack, knowing his skill with swords is hardly a match for the creature and fire magic seemed to do little harm, last but least the creature was certainly at least a capable magician. Waiting for the others to recover and watching Qualme leave after the creature Nibimacarion knew that their best chance to win would be attacking in a single wave, landing as many blows from as many directions as was possible for no matter how fast this thing was, 4 or 5 simultaneous attacks would certainly be to much to block and it seemed even Nibimacarion could help in this, because tough the fire and heat of his attacks certainly had little effect, it was clear the fireburst attacks could be used to throw the creature off balance.*

'let's be prepared for the next fight people, we will need a strategy and the best i can come up against that thing would be to hit it with a powerful burst of magic, as much as i can output in a single blast, then striking it from several directions simultaneously so it can't possibly block everything.'

[dragonsjem]

ooc//Sorry for my delay, I've just been out of it RP wise. I'll try to DM at least once a day if needed from now on, or someone will depending on the situation.//occ

Qualme: Bakan is long gone with his speed and headstart. As you follow the footprints deeper into the woods, the mix of dust and the heavy foliage begin making it harder to see the footprints. You begin to realize that the maps of the area are not very accurate. People have been wary to travel north, as the rumors about Dragonsjem had always placed her north towards the mountains. As such villages are small and far apart. The residents are those that couldn't find land to farm elsewhere.

Everyone else; Signs of the approaching nightfall fill the sky. It is advised to make camp for the night as you are currently in an open field near the village which will be safer than traveling into the woods.

[Sivart]

Sivart stagger s out of the vurnt village, carrying a haversack filled with what meager food he could find. Some apples, salt pro, some smoked fish, and all the remaining, unsmashed containers of alcohol from the half-wrecked drinking hall. Dropping all the food down into a pile by the rest of the adventurers, he goes back, this time returning with an armload of wood, some of it half burnt, all of it dry and lightable, though most of it seems to have come from smashed funriture and broken door frames. Glancing at the elf that's just standing there, Sivart slowly shakes his head in a reproving way.
"If he's stupid enough to go after that thing ENTIRELY alone, let him. With night begining to come upon us, I believe it's about time to pitch a camp and get ready for tomarrow." Sivart looks down and pokes at the scorch mark that's on the heel of one of his boots."Well, since you seem so capable of setting other people on fire, let's see how good you are at doing the same with wood." Sivart gestures to the pile of debris that he'd dropped, then goes back into the village to scavenge up anything else that could be useful.
Suddenly noticing Thungarth and had the question repeated, Sivart tells him about the fight with the dragon-beast and how it had repelled all attacks from each adventurer who had gone against it.

[flapjack]

'With nightfall we should indeed make camp.'

*Nibimacarion quickly makes the dropped wood into a nice pile, then casts a small flame spell into the center causing it to burst into flames*

'Will that do?'

[PyRo`]

“I'm going to kill the man who sold me that map if I ever return from this so called quest”
Qualme mumbles to himself as he stares at the moon from the branch of a great tree probably the same age the forest itself, he looks around at the tree tops.
“I can't see anything up here apart from trees and stars, guess it's as good a place as any to stop for the night, I'm probably safe as long as that creature can't climb trees”
Qualme removes his hipflask from his cloak, opens it, takes a sip then as the strong alcohol burns his throat slightly he pours a small amount of its contents on the wounds on his chest and hands before returning it to his cloak.
“I shall become more powerful than that beast then crush it”
he grumbles as he drifts to sleep clutching the handle of his sword.

[Darkling]

Qualme

The chill of the night bites at your bones, as you wrap your cloak around you in vain. As you fall into sleep shifting uneasly nested within the tree's the night drawning its dark vail around you, an eary silence hangs in the air as you hear faint chuckle about you, a venamous distant faint laugh that echoes around in your skull. Ignoring it as the trick of the wind as your look about weary but relaxed for now, only the sound of the forest greeting sense.

"Such a little creature, so fragile yet so determinded, hands tha are soaked with blood and misery. What it is to have everyhting in your life turn to dust and be left with nothing but glimmer of what it was, such a pity, such a shame"
Bringing your body up sharply intinvly reaching for your weapon as a unearth chill run downs your spine. The siound of a distant voice residing in your head leaving a numb coldness there, a series of strnage tongue casuing wave of nasuica to grip your stomach almst causing you to vomit
"Curious indeed but what would I expect from a stalker of the shadows, perhaps of some use, perhaps not these things reveal themselves as the new graims fall from great height to tell of time. rest well traveller the night soon draws to a close"

A single Humerous chuckle remins falling to silence unable to hold down the contents of your stomach any longer as you caugh up vomit and blood as it splatters across the leaves of the tree's, like drops of rain disapering into darkness below you. The musky oddour of sweat mixed with alcohol ripe and pungent in the air, noticing the wounds upon your hands closing up with dead a hint of dead flesh around the edges of them.

[PyRo`]

After trying in vain to settle down again Qualme grows increasingly frustrated, springing to his feet he spins round on the branch and punches the thick dry bark of the tree with enough force to knock a grown man to the ground, he feels his skin split on impact with the harsh wood, closing his eyes he lets out a of relief sigh as if a great weight had been lifted from his mind and moves his fist to his mouth and licks the fresh warm blood off his knuckles in one swift motion, knowing he'll be unable to sleep further tonight he climbs down from the tree.

“If you wish to torment me at least have the decency to show yourself”

He says aloud as he reaches into his cloak for his water bottle, he takes a few gulps to wash a way the taste of vomit and blood then returns it to his cloak.
Knowing that tracking the dragon creature with such little light would be near impossible even with his night vision which is equal only to a creature of the nights' he begins to slowly and silently walk back and forth to keep himself warm and occupied till day break.

[flapjack]

ooc/ note: owls don't have very good night-vision, they rely highly on sound /ooc

[PyRo`]

ooc// meh fine then i'll change it //ooc

[Darkling]

Are the rest of you going to do anyhting post wise?

[Heiro]

Eown drifts in a myst of black and white flashes, his mind trained, yet weak against the massive pain of his wounds. He staggers, mentally at least, before pitching forward into the the darkness again. Beginning to feel his body now, Eown convulses, quite wildly, uncontrollably. Throwing himself forward, his stomach forcing its contents of half digested rice and mouthfuls of wine into a mess on the floor. Opening his eyes, Eown looks straight down at his legs.

"How long have I been out? How bad are they?"

[flapjack]

ooc/ well, no, not really, i'm exactly a doctor except when it comes to quickly stopping wounds from bleeding and i don't have anything else to do atm /ooc

[Zappa Tenderlea]

you haven't been out more than a few hours... don't worry, you'll live. I suggest you get some sleep for now tough, let your body heal troughout the night, and let your mind rest up a bit. we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. your wounds have been treated to the best of our abilities, the poison is out of your blood, the wounds have been cleaned and bandaged, stitched up where needed. Here...

*offers Eown a flackon*

drink some water to purge the taste of vomit from your mouth, and stay away from strong drinks for a while... maybe then you'll stand a chance during the next combat

[adam]

Trisk pauses for a moment as he hal;ts Stryder "woooh good girl good girl" Trisk gives Stryder a reassuring pat as he sees a fire explode in falmes in the distance "looks like their are sruvivors, or maybe raiders...." Trisk grips his blade with his left hand and holds unto Stryder with his right he gives Stryder a lick kick with his foot as he pulls forward and heads towards the fire

Trisk halts his horse by pulling on the reins as he tenses his finger tips on his blade the cold heavy steel he was ready to kill if it came to that "Who be here are thou survivors or the fiends that did that damage!" Trisk calls out about 25 meters from the fire, Trisk jumps off Stryder as he looks towards the gorup

[Sivart]

Sivart nods to the elf as he makes decent fire, and is about to go off again into the town when he hears a new voice hailing the party. Glancing to where the hailer has gotten off his horse, Sivart slowly moves one of his hands to a hidden dagger as he walks up to this newcomer.
"We be neither fiends nor survivors, but we've seen too much of both. Who are you, and what is your business in this town? For I fear whatever it is, it surely is gone now." Sivart gestures to the smouldering ruins of the town, and continues to stare at the new fellow.