Fantasy The Edge of light

[explosiveKitten]

(Bridget rolls 18 for her fire spell. What even.)

The moment that trouble arrived, Bridget was gone. Her small frame disappeared up into the trees and she was ready to run off and save herself, but again that stupid part of her...
“Don’t leave them behind! What are you, a lone wolf?”
Yes. Yes I am actually.
“Oh yeah? Then why did you come here?”
I keep asking myself that question every fve minutes. Leave me alone, CONSCIENCE!

She stared down at the ensuing chaos with narrowed eyes, watching as they each strings into action, putting their own individual plans into action as she stood in the trees.
... Fine, I’ll help them.

She began to move through the boughs, avoiding attention from the big beast as she quickly skirted along. Without a moment to spare, she jumped down, narrowly avoiding whatever magic web stuff was all over this crazed monster and she pulled her blue waterskein from her bag. She began to dump the contents of it along the spine and head of the beast, digging her shortsword into it’s thick hide to steady herself. When she was finally done emptying the container she leapt off of it and rolled to her feet.

"The... web lasts.. for an... 2 hours.. MAGIC FIRE BURNS!"

Wait WHAT? She looked up at the voice that shouted about magic fire. It took a moment for it to sink in. Well, looks like they had the same idea!

She juked to the left when the beast clawed at her, and while it was distracted with the other elf, Bridget rushes forward and began muttering to herself.

“Fire, heat, desert sand, ancestors from an unknown past, give me the power to bring fire from my hand!” She shoved her hands forward, towards the beast, and like a blessing from the gods, or perhaps her ancestors actually were listening to her, a short burst of flame jetted from her palm as she finished her “spell”. The fire landed square in the oil that dripping from the monster, igniting the rest, stretching the flames across it’s body, giving it a red, orange and yellow mane of flames.

“... maybe I need to rhyme more? Is that how spells work?” She mumbled, stepping away from the now flaming beast, watching it thrash and howl.
“... Now that I think about it maybe this... wasn't a good idea.”

ElenaIsCool Worthlessplebian SadistPoet FromScarsToNew Chachalotte

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Ellida knew her idea was still pretty stupid, since she could have just thrown a fireball at it and not stupidly risk her life. She didn't want to think about dying, since that would make her panic and break her concentration and make that beast of a thing kill the both of them. Before she knew it, the beast's left arm got amputated by the exotic lady. Wait, wasn't there where the web was located?. She couldn't really think because the beast was about to use all of it's energy on by thrusting itself. Ellida's eyes widened. If that thing got to them, it would break the barrier and kill her or the both of them. She shook away the thought and concentrated on strengthening the barrier, which proved to be useless since the exotic lady got thrown and bounced off, the force and the impact breaking her concentration completely.

Ellida went to her knees, panting. Damn, she was heavy. It would be easier if she there was magical energy around since using that would make her less tired. Ellida looked over to her light. It was still glowing but doing so weakly, since it was connected with her magic, her weakness made it somewhat dim but bright enough to see. She then looked at the armoured man and started to heal his wounds, despite her dizziness. She had to concentrate again since the others probably had the situation under control. Feeling some heat made her stop mid-heal. Looking over, she saw the darkbeast burst in flames. She was right, they did have it under contol. She turned back to the armoured man. She healed most of his wounds and fixed the bones while slightly reducing the pain. The work made her more dizzy, even with her technique that made it through the poison bombs. Taking deep breaths and shakingly standing up thanks to her walking stick, she used her voice for the first time since she encountered all of them.
"Use magic..Brighten light" She said weakly while pointing at the light, which had reduced it's distance. She wasn't sure she would be able to heal Arcron without losing consciousness and turning off the light completely. And the darkspawn wolves. They'll have to deal with that too.

SadistPoet FromScarsToNew Chachalotte Worthlessplebian explosiveKitten
FearItself

 

[FromScarsToNew]

Arcron slowly lifted his head, vision red and flashing in pain. Hot streams of blood ran down his back, soaking into his shirt and pants as he tried to get up. Rasing himself to his hands and knees, he looked up to see faint blurs of motion, all dancing around him, silhouetted by a blazing fire. He frowned, there hadn't been a fire before...

Then he saw it moving, thrashing and clawing at the ground, and he realized what it was. And the fact that it was slowly getting to its feet, moving despite the flames and pain. It turned it's half melted face toward the sources of its pain, the elf and small boy, slowly starting to move. 'No you don't bastard.' Reaching behind him to one of his many pouches, he pulled out a familiar steel cube, casting Wreath of Fire on it. The flaming cube was then hurled at the Darkborn, and a single incantation chanted. The cube bulged and unfolded midair, turning into a flaming anvil, kelm and furnace, the full weight of them smashing into the back of the creature, pinning it to the ground. The creature roared again, claws sinking into the soft ground, slowly losing strength as the combination of common and magic flames burned away its essence.

Arcron staggered to his feet, the Reinforcement on his bones the only thing keeping him up as he lurched to the group, turning his back once again to them and facing the circle of Darkborn. Clenching his sword in his hands, he recast the fire upon it, holding it out to the monsters.

ElenaIsCool SadistPoet Worthlessplebian explosiveKitten Chachalotte FearItself

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Lucas and Valarie had arrived at the inn late, far too late to hear the Princes words or to know about how he was selecting his party members. Lucas had held the two of them up due to having Valarie's armor, shield, and sword being forged as a gift for her eighteenth birthday. While excited about the gift Valarie was more eager to prove herself to her adoptive father by the two of them undertaking this quest together.
Upon entering the inn they found no prince or group of would be party members, after speaking to the inn keeper for a few moments the two learned they had missed it all and were asked to wait until the Princes return. Thanking the innkeeper for the I formation Lucas paid to have his flask refilled before getting a barrel of mead and two cups. Making their way to a table the two of them bided their time by drinking and Valarie listening to stories of Lucas's travels and battles with monsters, beasts, and men.

"Valarie believe me it is best to start out with small jobs, I know that you are ready but you dont have any real experience doing these sorts of jobs" Lucas explained and somewhat argued before pooring the two of them another cup of mead.

Valarie Snatched the cup back, clearly not the best at drinking with it being her first time. "Dad....Lucas....How am I supposed to get experience without doing any jobs! You wont even let me take on small jobs to kill goblins who were taking cattle from one of the towns farms!" She retorted before downing the cup quickly "besides I am old enough to do as I please so quit treating me like a child!" Holding the cup out for another as she watched Lucas move her sword away from her and into the corner with his axe.


"Assuming the prince even picks us for his party and this is a big if, then I will stop treating you as a child, but for now let's enjoy your birthday party!" Laughing as he refilled her cup yet again and went back to telling her stories and giving her a lecture about how she still leaves herself open to attacks at times.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Scott's consciousness was slowly fading in and out, his vision blurry, his ears ringing like little town bells were near his ears, in this haze of reality he could barely make out what was happening, his vision was surrounded by orange, red and the heat of it all was unbearable, his sense of sound picked up weird tidbits of words like "Heat", "ancestors" and "No", he was about to completely lose consciousness when suddenly.... His lungs were filled with air as a gasp escapes, sight straightened, ears stopped ringing and his left hand wasn't a soup of bone chunks and sinew.

"You have my thanks, elf" Scott replied as he picked up the loaned longsword and stabbed it into the ground, using it as support to get off the ground.

He saw what was happening, an anvil was on the Bandersnatch along with who knows what else, the smith brandishing a blazing blade at the darkspawned wolves. The exotic lady was staggered but he wasn't quite sure. The elf that healed him enhanced her light.

"Stay here." Scott replied to the elf as he exited the barrier, letting out a small grunt of pain, his grip tightened around the longsword and faced the wolves of darkness.

 

[Chachalotte]

Impressive... He muttered while watching the beasts turning to ashes. Be it magic, heal or weapons, his comrades all shined and the fact everyone survived was great for him. He was so focused that he almost lost his balance with his injured leg, but seriously it was nothing compared to the two-man before him and what pain they've endured. Well, if he wanted real-life practice, he finally got it. He aimed his crossbow at the wolf that had bitten him and assisted their counter-attack with much ease thanks to the front line and the increase of the light source, although he felt anxious with the blacksmith man that stood in front of him. How could he even do that with all the injuries he had? Frankly, he had no idea, and the armored guy looked way better thanks to the elf, they could really push back and leave this damn forest alive, with all their body parts.

 

[SadistPoet]

Shallie regained her composure, and took a defensive stance. She was ready to respond to the apex wolf's next attack, but it suddenly burst into flames from the dark-skinned elf's spell. It appeared that armored man's webs he conjured were flammable, and when he was yelling about magic he probably meant magic fire. Shallie took mental note of this information for the future.

She felt a growing pain in her back - maybe that impact into the elf's barrier did more damage than she thought? This would not do. It was Shallie's strategy to always 'fix' a monster hunt in her favor. This had been done through a multitude of means in the past. Usually, it involved careful reconnaissance, information gathering, and stringing together foreign anecdotes of locals. The last time she had fought a giant wolf in the past, Shallie used a specialized poison to slowly let the wolf tire out while she evaded its attacks. This battle was unannounced, hence she had no time to prepare herself to fix this in favor.

All that aside, Shallie still had a home to earn the right to return to. She was not going to risk her life fighting a pack of wolves. It was time to preform the assigned mission, which was to reach the lake. It was not her responsibility to save everyone else, thus Shallie grabbed a sturdy branch then quick stepped past the burning wolf letting the flame touch the branch igniting it. She quickly downed one of her potions of elemental resistance, then threw her incendiary bombs at the treeline ahead of her to clear a path. She bounded through the flames before they flames would potentially grow in size. It could always be chalked up to the burning wolf catching forest ablaze anyways.

Once in the woods beyond, with her makeshift torch in hand, Shallie would make a mad dash for the finish using all her speed, strength, and focus to preserve herself and accomplish her mission.

 

[FearItself]

His royal Assness

It was about this time when the sounds of steel sinking into flesh filled the air from the south. Zeed and his Knight came into the clearing from the southern edge of the ring each one cutting down a wolf or two as they pressed their way forward. Between the flames, the anvil, and its other wounds the darkborn bandersnatch was clearly not long for this world. "Huh and here i thought you guys needed help." he said as he worked his way towards the group. He had run one of the wolves through, and was wiping his blade as he approached the Larger beast. Natalie on the other hand hand had cut her way through at least three as they breached the wolves perimeter, she made a point to keep them from her ward. The two pressed onward until they had reached the heroes.

The prince went to speak to the heroes again but was cut off by the Darkborn bandersnatch letting out a pained howl as it used its severed wrist nub and his other paw to press on the ground and shove the heavy forge equipment off of itself. Still ablaze but now freed from the burnt away webs the creature let out a howl and the wolves all simultainiously began their lunge attack. The bandersnatch itself made a mad dash for the prince as if knowing who he was. It lunged forward mouth open wide ready to scoop him up into its deadly maw...​

 

[FromScarsToNew]

Arcron's head was swimming in pain, sharp stabs of it shooting up his back and spine, making themselves well known to him as he tried to keep his eyes on the surrounding wolves. He saw the armored man stand up as well, helped by the glow of healing from Ellida. He too readied his sword, and the two of them again stood together, blades out toward the threat. A blur of motion caught his eye, and he turned to see the huntress disappearing into the woods, torch and sword in hand, leaving them with one less able fighter. He cursed under his breath, but he understood. Most hunters fight to survive, as he mostly did. But unlike most he had some sense of honor, warped and burned it may be, and it held him fast to those who stood around him. He moved sideways, positioning himself to the south, placing the small dark elf and boy behind him.

He then heard the hacking of steel into flesh and saw what seemed like a shining savior. An armored woman, longsword in hand, tearing into the circle of wolves, slicing through them like a hot knife through butter. Aiding her slightly was the prince, who offered only enough help to casually walk into the clearing with his bleeding and scared companions. He muttered a few unnecessary words, looking at them like they were a piece of rare art and not a group of half-dead people.

Arcron opened is mouth to respond to the prince with a heavy layer of sarcasm, when he felt the air shift around him, years in the wilds screaming at him DANGER. He turned, just catching the Darkborn as it leaped at the prince, maw open and teeth shining. He also saw the savior move, her armored form moving in an instant to the side of the prince, about to take the hit full on.

'No...' He thought, the last of his magic surging through his battered and bleeding body. 'If she dies, none of us are making it out.' He lept, the ground shattering under him as he moved in front of the charging wolf, turning his body and bracing for the impact...

 

[explosiveKitten]

Oh. Oh his royal heigney is here? ... great?

Bridget looked up as the man opened his mouth to speak, but then she immediately glanced off to the side as the monster hauled itself to it’s feet and howled, before charging directly towards the prince.

Time seemed to slow down as she calculated her next move. If it was just the prince she could knock him out of the way- oh, no, there goes his bodyguard, she could manage that- oh nevermind there’s one of the armor boys from the group. Knocking all three of them over would not work. How could she stop that thing? Nothing she could do would bring it to a halt from it’s full charge. What...?

Kill it. Kill it! KILL IT!

Her hands moved before she even knew what was happening. She started unloading in that thing. All seven of her precious throwing knives went flying.
Her first dagger flew right into the wretched thing’s thick neck, earning a yelp.
The second knife went right into the side of it’s skull. The third flew a little off course and instead of the jugular, found purchase in the beast’s shoulder. The fourth went right over’s head, maybe slicing a little bit of fur off. The fifth struck home right in the snout of the beast, the sixth fumbled in her fingers and fell harmlessly at the creature’s feet. But the seventh. Oh, the seventh suck deep into the darkborn’s right eye. Would that slow it down? She would soon find out, she supposed.

FromScarsToNew FearItself

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Hasufel, cantered into a stop before the inn and soon after Drauzrigh quickly hopped off the horse seemingly sinking into the mud a bit. Petting the snout of his loyal steed Drauzrigh gently guided him to the stables. All along the way calmly and methodically he wispered to the horse something unintelligible and gave a bit of a soft chuckle. Once he had made it to the stables the other horses began to call at him, no doubt they were frightened, for the smaller horses there simply mounting them could break their back. He payed very little head to the cries of the animals as he stabled Hasufel, planting a kiss between the horses eyes he wished him farewell and headed to the inn.

The door was small and narrow and he took a moment to squeeze through it entirely. He didn't want to damage anything, last thing he needed was to get kicked out of another inn simply for walking through the door. He looked around the room a bit to spy an open area away from anyone else, all he could see was the barkeep and a couple consisting of an old man and a young woman, he didn't really question it. He turned to the barkeep, trying to keep his voice down he payed for a roasted chicken and two pints of ale. He lumbered his way over to the corner trying to keep his footsteps soft as to not draw attention, but who was kidding he was a giant green orc stomping through a room.

Once he had made it to the table he pulled the chair back and off to the side clearing room to sit. He set down his things on the empty table and with a slight groan he sat down on the ground. He was a bit too short for the table this was so he shifted to his knees. This was much less comfortable for him but preferable to being positioned like a child at the table or breaking the chair and having to explain that.

After a while of eating he realized the couple on the other side of the room was clad in armor. They were either mercenaries or adventurers, hopefully they were the latter so he could follow them and figure out how to join the trade. Seemingly showing up to towns and giving them the body of a dead beast seemed only to get him run out of the town rather than this praise or money he was told came with the job.

 

[SadistPoet]

The majority of the darkborn wolves had seemingly gathered around the big wolf, which gave Shallie an opening to make a mad dash to the declared 'finish line.' Although this last dash would not go unopposed. A singular darkborn wolf, straggling behind the others, sprang from the foliage near the forests edge. Shallie threw her make-shift torch in the wolves direction, deftly evaded backwards, and drew her katana. The wolf just missed her (and took a face full of flame). As the wolf landed on the forest floor, Shallie followed up with a powerful downward swing that split the wolves skull wide open. It was time to leave this forest.

Shallie made a final sprint towards the forests edge, and got lost in thought as she did. Something about all this brought her back to her original purpose, home, and those she left behind. All of this fighting was not even her original responsibility. The oldest of her noble house was supposed to be sent, but her older sister had fallen in combat against barbarians. Shallie was given the choice to step up to the task, or accept her inferiority. At the time Shallie could only thing of doing her sister justice, and slaying the darkness in her name. It only felt right to set out into the world on this 'noble' quest. This quest that has spanned more than ten years has only made her more jaded - so jaded that she had no problem leaving several people to their own devices against a foes that she had well over a coin-flips chance in defeating.

Before Shallie reached the forest edge, she paused and peered back into the darkness. Shallie let out a sight. It was in this moment Shallie made the decision that whatever the princes quest was would be her last quest. She would take the earnings from this - accept dishonor, and go home. Her parents might have passed on, and her little sister might have taken up the head of her noble house - surely her sister would accept her back into her noble house. If not, Shallie's foreign experience could still serve invaluable to her people. None-the less, from this moment on Shallie became focused on finishing this job, and going home - even if it meant sacrificing those around her.

Shallie cleared the forest, and made her way to the shallow portion of the river. She carefully brought herself down the 7ft drop, and waded into the water. She ran her blood coated katana in the water to clean it off. She looked around in satisfaction seeing no-other contenders (that she knew of) had made it to the river.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Scott was unbalanced after Arcron had leapt to save the prince but quickly regained his footing as any trained warrior would. Two darkborne wolves began to circle him, he lifted his sword up and gazed at them, slowly turning his body to face one, the other wolf believed to see an opening but that was only a ruse by Scott, the wolf jumped at Scott but before it could even reach him, it found itself impaled on the knight's sword; Scott then spun the wolf's corpse and threw it off the blade at the other wolf, it dodged the corpse of its' former sibling and began its' counter attack however it too sadly was dead as Scott had Mordhau the cranium of the beast.

He removed the hilt from wolf's head and turned around to charge at the bandersnatch, he plunged the blade deepen within the side of the monstrosity also once again as before his palm grew a crimson color as the familiar web released itself from the palm, sticking itself to the creature's foot, Scott wrapped the web around its' other foot and then ran in the opposite the direction the beast was charging in, hoping to at least slow it down.

 

[ElenaIsCool]

The armoured man did survive and went to fight, not after thanking her. She thought he was on no condition to fight but too dizzy to argue. Her barrier was still standing, thank goodness, and her light was shining bright.
Ellida watched from her barrier how everyone was fighting. She was more than surprised Arcron was standing and fighting even with his injuries. She was right about the wolves but she had to recover, something that would seem cowarldly, hiding in a barrier while everyone faught, but she was making a plan of her own. Since her running exercisesmade her more endurable and she recovered quickly, unlike humans, She would make the barrier big enough for all of them and keep them moving, with the barrier to make it out of the forest. It sounded okay in her opinion. She looked back at the fight and saw something that surprised her and scared her at the same time. The exotic lady was running away. Her eyes widened. Was she too injured? She didn't know or pay attention. Maybe she had other plans and was putting them into action. Ellida shook it off. At least they now had a possible exit. It was big enough for her barrier so it was perfect. Her thoughts were interrupted by the dramatically casual entrance of the Prince and Lady Natalie. They effortlessly just killed some of them as if they killed dark creatures their whole lives. And the creature she once thought was dead howled and all of the wolves attacked from other directions while it attacked...The prince.

Crap

Lady Natalie was ready to take the hit before Arcron came. If he did, his wounds from before would give him no mercy and kill him. Ellida, with replenished energy and a stronger barrier, moved her barrier infront of Arcron, the Prince and Lady Natalie. Seeing how the exotic lady had bounced off it when it was weaker, this stronger version would fill like running into a stone building. She was also proud of herself. Moving barriers was something that took lots of skills, since the caster has to be there for the barrier to work. She took out her dagger and ran to one of the wolves with newfound courage and determination. If she learnt how to fight, she wouldn't let the teachings go to waste. She was shaken by the idea of killing but not afraid of it. She ran her dagger straight into the wolf's brain and kicked it at the same time.

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Hasufel, cantered into a stop before the inn and soon after Drauzrigh quickly hopped off the horse seemingly sinking into the mud a bit. Petting the snout of his loyal steed Drauzrigh gently guided him to the stables. All along the way calmly and methodically he wispered to the horse something unintelligible and gave a bit of a soft chuckle. Once he had made it to the stables the other horses began to call at him, no doubt they were frightened, for the smaller horses there simply mounting them could break their back. He payed very little head to the cries of the animals as he stabled Hasufel, planting a kiss between the horses eyes he wished him farewell and headed to the inn.

The door was small and narrow and he took a moment to squeeze through it entirely. He didn't want to damage anything, last thing he needed was to get kicked out of another inn simply for walking through the door. He looked around the room a bit to spy an open area away from anyone else, all he could see was the barkeep and a couple consisting of an old man and a young woman, he didn't really question it. He turned to the barkeep, trying to keep his voice down he payed for a roasted chicken and two pints of ale. He lumbered his way over to the corner trying to keep his footsteps soft as to not draw attention, but who was kidding he was a giant green orc stomping through a room.

Once he had made it to the table he pulled the chair back and off to the side clearing room to sit. He set down his things on the empty table and with a slight groan he sat down on the ground. He was a bit too short for the table this was so he shifted to his knees. This was much less comfortable for him but preferable to being positioned like a child at the table or breaking the chair and having to explain that.

After a while of eating he realized the couple on the other side of the room was clad in armor. They were either mercenaries or adventurers, hopefully they were the latter so he could follow them and figure out how to join the trade. Seemingly showing up to towns and giving them the body of a dead beast seemed only to get him run out of the town rather than this praise or money he was told came with the job.

Lucas slammed his cup down, looking back at the young Orc who had been looking at them. Standing up and pushing, well you could call it kicking the chair out of the way, before making his way over to the young lad. Studying him for a moment before opening his mouth "so are you lost lad? I dont see orcs too often in this area" grabbing what was left of the barrel of mead before letting himself sit with the orc. "No one should eat or drink alone! It makes everything taste bad!" Laughing as he was hit in the back of the head by a cup.

"How many times have I told you its rude to just sit with random people without asking, Lucas...." sighing Valarie picked up the cup she had hit Lucas with before bowing to the young orc. "Please forgive us for his rudeness Sir Orc, my father has had far too much to drink" blushing a light shade of pink before looking back to Lucas.

"Come now Valarie! Is it not more rude to allow....." pausing as he noticed Valarie reaching for her sword in the corner of the room. Lucas seeming somewhat nervous now and more sober "would it be fine with you if we joined you for a drink and please forgive my rudeness, I'm Lucas Trost a seasoned adventurer and this is my daughter Valarie, she is new to the life" speaking more clearly and respectful after being threatened by Valarie.

Valarie had relaxed, bowing when her father I introduced her "it is our pleasure to meet you sir orc" brushing her golden hair from her ocean blue eyes as she stood up. Valarie seemed the more polite and level headed one of the two, while Lucas in his current state seemed rude but to most entertaining.

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Drauzigh sat stone faced as the table watching as the couple talked, then it came 'Sir Orc' something stirred within him but he tried to hold himself together as they continued their little act in front of him, then it came again 'Sir Orc' and he couldn't help it this time. He laughed, doing everything he could from being too loud and completely seizing up, "Sir Orc," he continued to laugh but began to reign it in "that is new name for me to be called." he still couldn't quite get over the name it amused him, perhaps they could do so more for him. He gave a nod in the direction of the seats before him, "Come, sit. Drink, man and woman."

Drauzigh pushed his undrank pint towards the two of them, in truth he did not like the ale here it was too watered down for him, but a barkeep must make his living somehow and selling full strength ales is seldom in their interest. With an open hand he motioned them to sit down before he began to address the first question asked of him, "Not lost, unless this is not inn. Mostly tired."

He tore off a large piece of chicken and unceremoniously gobbled it down strings of flesh caught between his teeth and tusks, he looked between them for a moment before speaking again after clearing is mouth of the food he had stuffed in. "You are adventurers no? What are your names Val- something and uh..." He just looked at the man confused as he swore he heard the name yet nothing came to mind.

Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

Drauzigh sat stone faced as the table watching as the couple talked, then it came 'Sir Orc' something stirred within him but he tried to hold himself together as they continued their little act in front of him, then it came again 'Sir Orc' and he couldn't help it this time. He laughed, doing everything he could from being too loud and completely seizing up, "Sir Orc," he continued to laugh but began to reign it in "that is new name for me to be called." he still couldn't quite get over the name it amused him, perhaps they could do so more for him. He gave a nod in the direction of the seats before him, "Come, sit. Drink, man and woman."

Drauzigh pushed his undrank pint towards the two of them, in truth he did not like the ale here it was too watered down for him, but a barkeep must make his living somehow and selling full strength ales is seldom in their interest. With an open hand he motioned them to sit down before he began to address the first question asked of him, "Not lost, unless this is not inn. Mostly tired."

He tore off a large piece of chicken and unceremoniously gobbled it down strings of flesh caught between his teeth and tusks, he looked between them for a moment before speaking again after clearing is mouth of the food he had stuffed in. "You are adventurers no? What are your names Val- something and uh..." He just looked at the man confused as he swore he heard the name yet nothing came to mind.

Scarlett-Wulf

Lucas laughed with the lad, already enjoying his seemingly hearty spirit. Seeing the point come towards the two of them a look of delight filled his face "Thank you sir orc!" Patting the orc somewhat roughly on the back before taking a seat and joining him at the table to enjoy the ale. "So what brings someone of your stature to this inn?" Setting the pint down Lucas finally took notice of the orcs size, he had never once had to look up to any man before, but then again he hadn't seen an orc since he was a boy. "My...you are quite large, it isnt often I meet someone larger than myself!" Laughing loudly and heartily as he nudged Valarie trying to get her to look, but she would have no part in his rude behavior.
Valarie sat down across from the two of them, mainly to keep her father in check. "Valarie, Valarie trost" she said simply and clearly before holding her hand out to shake his "and what is your name Sir Orc?" Crossing her legs while she examined him, looking at his clothes and any features, as well as his gear "are you an adventurer as well? I only ask because there was a call for adventurers and those of similar professions"

 

[Chachalotte]

Bolts fled through the air, aiming toward the wolves weakest spots he noticed, even more, the more he shot them. It kept going like that until he had no bolts left, so he stood behind both of the men and felt somewhat secured by the bleeding man. The blacksmith had a good heart for sure, and that's why he felt betrayed when the women from before left them when there were several injured people that couldn't run away. Indeed, it was a bold move that assured she would stay alive, but if she wanted to party with the others later on it will only make interactions between everyone harder. Well, with both of his daggers, he kept hitting from the sides the wolves being protected by the barrier while following the march. Flashing through his eyes, a somewhat miracle stood before him. It was two strong figure that appeared and helped them. This time it was sure, they were saved!

But his joy turned into fear and surprise. Monster. That's the first word that came to the boy's mind, seeing it unleashing its last of its own breath in reluctant wrath, not wanting to die without taking someone with him. It was surprising to say the least, seeing its endless determination to bite no matter what.

This time, there was no way he would let both the prince and Lady be injured and let the two men charging to death if he could do anything. A flow went through his body, one that always sends a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes and concentrated on who were his allies, and gave them a surge of relaxation that will calm and give them a quick release on their pain, and a quick recharge on their stamina that should boost by a little bit their physical abilities. He couldn't affect the enemies at all since he was in no shape to do that right now. He had no power on the exact output and had many locked doors he still had to open before using it efficiently. He only had the basic of the power, although even if he helped the slightest, he would've tried. The boy reinforced his grasp on his daggers, gasping for air. There were so many people and wolves that he felt the cramp all around his body, muscles almost shattering under the pressure he never felt before. Exhausted, he was scared to fell unconscious at any time. He trusted them to lead the way until the end, hoping that he could make it along with them. The motivation was a determining factor that gave him the will to hold the tensions as much as he could.

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Drauzrigh continued to chuckle at the idea of him, an orc, being a knight oh how the crowd would roar, him gleaming in his knightly armor tusks lined in silver, scented oils to make him smell like a woman. As he would trot flamboyantly on his gilded steed eclipsing the sun and then spreading it with his shining armor blinding all who dared to look at him. He looked at the old man who had pat him and asked him many things, at first he wondered how many years he had left in him. If this man were an orc he'd be an elder for sure, seeking out the final battle to send him to the gods. Drauzrigh licked his lips free of the chicken juice that was left on it and he cleared his throat then spoke plainly, "I come here for stables and food as any person does yes?" he listened to Lucas' talks of his own size and looked him up and down, he was rather thick and short to Drauzrigh but he supposed he was tall for a man. He decided to give the man a pat on the back, he was sure to be gentle as to not hurt the man.

His gaze shifted to the woman, and to her hair, he figured that if he had hair like hers he'd be the prettiest in the land, it would complete his fantasy of being the nightly and holy SIR ORC. Oh how everyone would fawn over his new pure locks of gold that would ripple out of his ornate helm. She stated her name asked his and held out her hand, he knew of this, he saw this before she must be a performer, singing? no she seemed to not have any instruments, story telling or acrobatics perhaps either way he would indulge her, they had entertained him thus far. "I am called Drauzrigh K'guthtooth and I do try to be adventurer but I hear no call." he responded to her before taking out a silver coin and placing it in her opened hand and awaiting her performance.

Scarlett-Wulf

 

[Scarlett-Wulf]

(I love this!)

Drauzrigh continued to chuckle at the idea of him, an orc, being a knight oh how the crowd would roar, him gleaming in his knightly armor tusks lined in silver, scented oils to make him smell like a woman. As he would trot flamboyantly on his gilded steed eclipsing the sun and then spreading it with his shining armor blinding all who dared to look at him. He looked at the old man who had pat him and asked him many things, at first he wondered how many years he had left in him. If this man were an orc he'd be an elder for sure, seeking out the final battle to send him to the gods. Drauzrigh licked his lips free of the chicken juice that was left on it and he cleared his throat then spoke plainly, "I come here for stables and food as any person does yes?" he listened to Lucas' talks of his own size and looked him up and down, he was rather thick and short to Drauzrigh but he supposed he was tall for a man. He decided to give the man a pat on the back, he was sure to be gentle as to not hurt the man.

His gaze shifted to the woman, and to her hair, he figured that if he had hair like hers he'd be the prettiest in the land, it would complete his fantasy of being the nightly and holy SIR ORC. Oh how everyone would fawn over his new pure locks of gold that would ripple out of his ornate helm. She stated her name asked his and held out her hand, he knew of this, he saw this before she must be a performer, singing? no she seemed to not have any instruments, story telling or acrobatics perhaps either way he would indulge her, they had entertained him thus far. "I am called Drauzrigh K'guthtooth and I do try to be adventurer but I hear no call." he responded to her before taking out a silver coin and placing it in her opened hand and awaiting her performance.

Scarlett-Wulf

Valarie froze, looking at the coin in her hand "I-It is a pleasure to meet you...Drauzrigh...." setting the coin on the table in front him, her face flushing red as her mind raced with ideas of what was meant by the coin. "Forgive me Drauzrigh but I'm not a performer, I only wished to shake your hand. It is a common human greeting" holding her hand out again with a warm smile on her face. Valarie was nearly half the size of Drauzrigh, her hand would like a childs in his. For most Drauzrigh must seem like a monster or some wild beast based on his appearance, to her and Lucas though he seemed to be just another traveler, as such he would receive their respect, most likely despite his branding.

Lucas watched her reaction for a moment before patting her head like she was still a child "that is what we are here for as well, but it appears we have missed the announcement and our possible employer" standing up he motioned for the Orc to follow "valarie, calm down it's just a misunderstanding " Lucas's tone more stern this time as he stepped outside the inn, bringing his axe. Resting the large war axe on his shoulder before adjusting his glasses and looking up into the sky. Sighing as he knelt down studying the ground "It looks like there were quite a few who gathered here...." talking to himself. Closing his eyes he listened to the sounds that were carried on the wind, barely able to hear the howl of a wolf. "Sir orc! It would appear that if you are here to learn about your first adventure we may have to change locations, I haven't been in this region for some time but based on the direction they were heading our best chance to find them may be at the next town" standing back up only to feel a slight breeze blow through his hair.

 

[FearItself]

Victory?

As the beast charged forward it didnt expect so much reaction, First knived thoked into it snout and eye causing it to lose sight of the target, then the blade in its side caused it to roar in pain. The webs slowed it slightly but even still it had the momentum to shatter the barrier in front of it, but that was the end of its force. Natalie leapt to its other side, the one without the blade in it, where she delivered a heavy blow to its side. With its momentum gone and its jaws turned away only the side of its head slammed into the braced warrior and found no give. The magically braced knight was able to catch the beast stopping it in its tracks. The bandersnatch let out a last heaving breath before it began to dissolve into shadowy miasma.

The prince turned back to the beast and whistled, "Bad idea big boy." he said in a laid back tone. The wolves charge had been soundly broken by the flurry of crossbow bolts, the firebomb, and the surprise entry of the Two additional warriors. As the numbers began to shift out of their favor and the largest concentration of dark energy began to fade the thick shadows began to fade and with them the remaining wolves faded into aether. "You need to learn to listen your majesty, you nearly got yourself killed." she said calmly as she gestured at the injured and exhausted heroes. "Alright everyone who can walk help those who cannot, we will need to regroup at the tavern Nightfall isnt far off and we are in no condition to journey outward. Congrats on not dying." he spoke loudly and clearly surprised by how far his voice carried now that the thick shadkws had dissipated. He seemed either oblivious or uncaring about how close to death he had just gotten. ​

 

[ElenaIsCool]

Ellida was about to finish off the wolf before it dissolved. She was confused. She didn't even kill it yet, which was good since it didn't really thrill her. She was surprised how the Prince took the life and death situation they were once in in a careless and casual way. She shook her head and sighed. He was still the same from Prince Zeed from his party making days. She did agree on the helping part. Arcron was still injured badly and she still had no idea on how he could keep on fighting. She walked to him and started to heal his wounds, reducing the pain with another spell. When she was done, she gave him a small smile and looked for others that needed healing. The shaman boy looked like he was going to pass out, and his ankle was bleeding. Ellida walked over to him and made him sit down and started the healing process once again, while using magic to reduce the pain. She wondered if the exotic lady was okay, wherever she went.

"Um..Your Majesty?..What about..t-the race?" She asked, stuttering some. She internally facepalmed. Stupid communication skills.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Scott raised his eye brow looking around at everyone, he knew someone was missing and of course after swinging the loaned longsword over his shoulder did it click. "Your majesty, it appears that while we were fighting for our lives" He paused as he looked up at the sky and breathed. "She believed that the race was more important." He pointed the longsword towards the direction in which the river was located. "I think it would be best for her not to stay out there, after all she could miss out on the resting and relaxation, a lot of people are cranky if they don't get their rest, so if you don't mind o' prince of Edenia I'll go and fetch her." Scott bowed towards Prince Zeed and Natalie his bodyguard. FearItself

He spun on his heel, turning towards the way to the river and started marching out of the clearing. "Watch those injuries, people, I expect to see you alive back in town." He waved as exited. FromScarsToNew ElenaIsCool Chachalotte explosiveKitten

He threw the longsword in the air and grabbed it by the blade near the crossguard then he started sprinting. While he was running through the forest he noticed that there were some scorch marks left on some trees, he chalked it up to the exotic lady and continued to sprint past it, thankfully there was no dark wolf to slow him down and reaching the edge of the forest was easy. He pushed past a bush and saw the 7ft drop but his running didn't stop as he jumped off and turned around, his left palm grew that familiar crimson color and the web thwipped out of his palm attaching its' end to a big tree, this was his third timing using Webb Tradition and he knew he had one last use before collapse, his feet planted themselves against the drop and climbed down while the web extended itself. "Hey, lady." He turned to the exotic woman while still attached to the side of drop. "The Prince is back there with us." SadistPoet

 

[Locklaklazarii]

Feeling stupid and a bit embarrassed Drauzrigh took back his coin, and then engulfed her hand in his and let her lead in this 'shaking of hands' it felt awkward like well he couldn't place anything like it. Is this what humans did for fun and they put each other through this torture every time they met another? Admittedly his brow furrowed as this strange ritual went down and when he had let go she gave him a smile, something he himself could not do as his tusks prevented it from looking separate from a grimace so he just didn't bother. He gave her an ungraceful bow of the head as he rubbed his hands together to wash the feeling of a handshake away. Then Lucas stood up, sobering fast he suddenly became serious and moved with purpose and odd man he was to switch on such a quick note. Having in truth nothing better to do Drauzrigh followed the old man out squeezing again through the door this time far less gracefully. He followed the man outside to where he looked down at what looked to him to look like a scurry of pigs that squealed and writhed in the mud he found the thought amusing and have a bit of a chuckle. He listened to the words of the man and gave a simple reply, at least he thought it was a simple thing to think "What makes you so certain they actually made it through the woods to the next town? Besides I think I'd prefer to not travel the roads at night and I do not know about you two but rest is something I'd greatly desire. that or a few more pints of that brown water the man in the bar calls ale."

Scarlett-Wulf

 

[SadistPoet]

Shallie stood in the river and splashed some water up on her face to clear off the dirt, grime, and possibly blood from her face. The lack of the prince, or anyone for that matter, alluded that this would be a "hollow victory" as the natives of this land put it. No-one to declare her victory, and no credit for accomplishing the mission at hand. Shallie sighed, unsure if she should double back into the forest to look for the others, or try to locate the prince. She assumed that they might have went back to town for whatever reason, or went into the forest. Having no one to greet her at the finish line, and having to play along with this 'little game' that got several men killed only furthered Shallie's resentment. Sure, many of them were unfit, but there would be less "bestial" ways to determine who is superior, and running a bunch of town drunks through a darkborn breeding ground was resentful.

Why was she still here? The darkness in her homeland still existed, but had a lesser grip over there day to day life. Why did she have to run through woods full of evil things without any literal and mental direction to life? Shallie's deep introspection was interrupted by a familiar voice:

"Hey, lady. The prince is back there with us."

Shallie would stare at the armored man, surprised he was out walking about after suffering injuries. She had a plain, haunted painted across her visage, "A prince of dead kids" is the only words she would offer as she followed the man back to the prince.

Worthlessplebian