Fantasy The Hunters Guild:: RP

[seasonedcat]

Silvrian rolled her eyes at her Elvin friends cheers, offering a small (VERY small) smile in humour at her antics. At the girl raising her hand once again for an unknown reason, she once again offered her a very confused look, and then another one when the girl proceeded to slap her own hand. She was confused about what this action that the elf kept on repeating was and was about to question her on it when suddenly a voice filled her ears. It was easy to tell that the voice did not reach your ears from shouting as it was loud and clear as if they were standing next to you.

She let out a 'tch' at this, hating that the mage had used magic on her without her permission, turning to see how her 'partner' was going to proceed when she noticed the elf had already had taken off into a sprint towards the house. Shaking her head she looked down at the dead orcs at her feet and the blood pool that was growing closer to her feet. Sticking out her tongue she stepped over the bodies. Once safely on the side with less blood she bent down and whipped her spear on the cleanest patch of clothing one of the orcs was wearing, cleaning the blood off her spear.

Once done with her small activity she made her way over to the house, entering the room. Her nose curled up in disgust at the smell, it being even more putrid for her heightened smell. She glanced at the focus in the room, many women with large bellies, clearly pregnant. She didn't bat an eye at this, however, her old village would pillage small villages and rape the women there as well, she was used to the sight. The thing however, that she was not used to was the small hand bursting from one of the woman's stomach.

"ugh..." she muttered in disgust at the creature. As one of the others brought its short life to an end she looked at the other women, some of which began to quietly sob at the display before them. Letting out a sigh she gripped her spear, "So I'm guessing we're just killing the rest of them, right?" she said nonchalantly as she approached them, kneeling down in front of one of the women. When she kneeled the woman tried to skitter away, her belly making it hard along with not being able to go back more than a few centimetres.
Juju Goonfire Kirby3178 MindWackMagoo

 

[MidnightStar]

Vera Magnolia​

Vera nodded at Titus grace only doing what any normal person would do. He was in pretty bad shape thanks to her. She should of attacked with him rather him take the lead. She wasn't going to let him do that again. Another bad hit could get him hurt again or worst killed. The girl's breathing was uneasy and nervous. The two were in a tight spot thanks to her. Spiders covered all the entrances and exits. To make matters worse the had one of the smartest orc leaders trying to kill them. The odds were not in their favor. She needed to think of something and fast. They needed a distraction of some kind. Titus could do it and with her speed she could attack the orc leader, but she wasn't doing that to her partner and again. That was when an idea came to her.

The young girl quickly took off her bag to rummage through it. She look several large tips and placed them on her arrows and back into her quiver. There was just enough room through the webbing Vera could make the shot she need. She would have to be quick about this, however speed was her specialty. "Don't worry about the spiders." she responded. "Follow my lead and find and opening with the orc leader. Just watch the fire." She gave him a wink before lighting the end of the arrow on fire and shooting it across to another tunnel across from them hoping to catch in on fire. She then quickly placed her bow on her shoulder and she herself made the webs in the tunnel catch on fire. The girl quickly turned invisible and before the flames could grow too large ran to where she shot her arrow. She then dispelled her magic looking for the ugly monster. "Where's your army now!" she taunted. She took out three more arrows and lighted them on fire and shot them at the other spiderwebs. She the grabbed a normal arrow and started to scan the area ready for the next attack. She smiled confidently even though her heart said otherwise.

Kirby3178 NeonFlow (Sorry for not posting, I have been sick, but I should be able to post more now! Thxks for the patience)

 

[NeonFlow]

As Vera made her way to the centre of the mine scanning for the orc, a dagger narrowly missed her face, a slight cut on her cheek and a "tsk"
Made by Ashkur who had attempted to kill the archer before she lit the webs ablaze. One of said flaming arrows killed a orc grunt who had kept in the tunnel. His burning screams echoed as the other two orcs stomped out the flames.

Ashkur had his sword drawn and ready but he raised it to his mouth and breathed a dark cloud over his blade. If any had knowledge of this mana. They would know it is a type of curse... If they had no knowledge it was obvious you did not want to get cut by this Orc. With all the tunnels free of web, including the path forward and the tunnel to retreat. The apprentices had two choices... engage Ashkur and his cursed blade, spiders all about.
Or to try and escape, a retreat isn't cowardly when you survive.

The orc leader made a sharp whistle which resulted in the now nine spiders from all across the mine (one out of ten was set on fire) scurrying towards Vera. Ashkur jumped from the higher ground to engage in close combats. He ran with his dark sword raised- if one studied as a swordsman, they could assume this Orc was not just some grunt swinging a weapon. He knew how to use a sword.
Vera would only have two shots before the orc closed the distance and was within murder range.
MidnightStar Kirby3178
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The orc patrol coming from the direction of the woods soon noticed dead orcs by the house, the door open, captured meat not tied to poles being whipped. Something was amiss. And they concluded on the fine decision to rush the building. A wolf rider and six orcs carrying blades are now within shouting distance of the house our apprentices are in, and getting closer.

The women inside this house while fearing for their life and in terrible pain still managed to get the gist across they would rather be stabbed or decapitated then literally eaten from the inside. Two more orc babies make their way from the stomach in bloody fashion to the dying screams of the mother's. One being a dog beastkin hybrid got all the way to the mess of a floor before it's legs and arms lost balance and it fell with a wet slap. Not that you would hear it over the screams.
seasonedcat Juju Goonfire MindWackMagoo TheGuide

 

[Juju]

Ayred seemed just as distressed as the woman scurrying away from Silvrian's approach. The woman didn't want to die. None of them did, but they would rather die than be torn from the inside out. They were suffering more and more with each breath, just because she was too weak to do anything about it. Silvrian's nonchalant manner towards all the chaos of mildly concerning, but Ayred did have much time to pay it any thought.

Her mind was still racing, trying to comprehend what to do. Magoo was inactive and even Karov was slow to Phor was slow to start. Even if she let Phor and Silvrian do all the culling, she knew they wouldn't have enough time to execute all the women before they were eaten by the disgusting parasites.

The leaf-shaped brooch on Ayred's chest glowed faintly, this time a sparkling blue color. Something beneath it stirred, though only Ayred could hear the song on the other side. She didn't care if she was wasting valuable mana, she wanted the women to have a peaceful end.

Like a spray of starry midnight sky, a shimmering ghost-like creature appeared above the apprentices, floating on some unseen wind. It was about three times the height of Ayred in length, though if one were to try touching it they would find that their hand passed right through the creature, leaving behind and uncomfortably cold feeling.

"Solstice... p-ut them to sleep please. I-i mean, only the tied up women. None of my friends." the elf stammered, her voice thick with emotion.

The spirit was silent in its acceptance of the task and slowly glided towards a group of cowering women. As it approached, their breathing slowed and their eyes drooped. In a few moments, they forgot why they had been so scared, or why they thought they were in pain. Sleep consumed them, then their heart beat no more.

The spirit hovered in front of the fresh corpses, its flowing tail twisting gracefully beneath it.

(If nobody steps up to kill more of the women or interfere, it will move on to the next group until all are dead)
NeonFlow seasonedcat Goonfire MindWackMagoo

 

[MindWackMagoo]

Magoo stood frozen, his body shaking violently. His stomach churned and twisted in his chest and he was fighting the urge to vomit and scream. This was perhaps the single most evil thing he had ever encountered and his mind strained to cope with the horror of seeing the orc babies beginning to emerge.

He barely registered Ayred as she stepped forward and summoned a spirit to put the women out of their agony, but snapped out of his haze as a beastkin-orc hybrid caught his eye as it fell to the floor with a sickly wet slap. His emotions swirled fiercely before pure rage took over. He screamed, a fire of hatred igniting behind his gray-green eyes and his mana surged, creating the illusion of furious fire surrounding his aura. He swung his staff behind him in a large arc and brought it down on the orc hybrid's head over and over again with a primal scream of fury.

He stood over the crushed form of the orc spawn breathing heavily, tears running down his long white beard, which was slowly shrinking as his age shifted younger. He glanced up at Sylvrian and Ayred.

"These orcs...these savages...it is time to end this. Fuck two days. This is over tonight!" Magoo's mana surged again and his fiery aura grew thicker and turned slightly blue and black, "Sylvrian, can you find the secret tunnel and discover the whereabouts of Vera and Titus? Ayred, track down Dorm and Phorcis and get them here if you can. Shiki is still in the woods, so I will try to reach him with an illusion message. Here's the plan: We gather here, create a diversion to lure the entire orc army back to this house(or as many as we can), and Ayred uses that fog to cover them. Once they are good and blind, I will use the rest of my mana for one big gambit. I will make every orc look like us. If Shiki or Ayred can enhance my spell with a low-grade fear or paranoia spell, we can get the entire army to turn on itself. Then we just have to pick them off as they kill each other. Also, can one of your sharpen the end of my staff? Bludgeoning is too mild for these monsters."

Juju NeonFlow Goonfire MidnightStar Kirby3178 TheGuide seasonedcat

OOC: Magoo also has 3 tiny mana vials somewhere in his robes, but he isn't thinking very clearly. If someone mentioned low mana he might remember. Also, he has forgotten about his staff running out of juice in the next 2-3 minutes, so the voices are going to take him by surprise in the middle of his current rage.

 

[Goonfire]

The pleas for deliverance and the sight of those emerging orcs drove Phorcis to work as quickly as he could, stabbing and slicing with an uncanny precision. He was ignorant of the incoming orcish party, though that may be a blessing now, as the news would only stall him. He swiftly stanched the flow of new monsters. Blood drenched his green clothes, staining them a disgusting, murky brown.

A sudden roar caused the half-elf to look up from the corpses in surprise. The brained beast at Magoo’s feat made him gag again. He finally succumbed to the urge and whipped around violently to expel his stomach contents in the corner of the room. After that, though, he listened to the instructions while leaning against the wall. “Magoo, No," Phor panted as he recovered. "This... this is what they want. We cannot throw ourselves at hundreds of orcs, and we’re of no help to the world if we die.” No matter what they did, it would be far too costly to be hasty; they needed those two days. “Don’t deviate from the plan. From here, we move and strike as one entity with many arms and eyes.”

Juju MindWackMagoo NeonFlow

 

[NeonFlow]

As the apprentices dealt with the victims in the house, the six orcs, and one on a wolf. Would now be in spitting distance of the house... the rider on the wolf made a worried shriek. "They trying to kill the spawn! Gut them!!"
He reached for a large horn made from a gorgon and blew it like a trumpet to alert the other orc patrols.
Four of the six orcs had already rushed into the house... The cruel grins forming on their mouths was probably at the site of Ayred. A elf female. They knew they couldn't kill her if they wanted a magic spawn, the one closest threw his sword at the summoned spirit before throwing himself and the elf onto the floor in a grabbing crash tackle.

The second orc stepped on a corpse as he swung his sword at Magoo, luckily able to defend himself but his staff was knocked from his grasp! The last two orcs shout threats and coo at the humans killing their baby makers. This was not the ideal place for a fight. Presumably why only four of six entered.
Bubul the choker dropped his victim to lead his warriors towards the horns...
He's a bit away, but Bubul isn't slow. Think of a hefty jog.
Juju seasonedcat Goonfire MindWackMagoo

Dorm was found by a Orc riding a wolf. It uh... it didn't go well.

 

[seasonedcat]

~Silvrian~
Silvrian blinked at Magoo's plan, "How about no. That's stupid first of all and second of all as if fucks I'd listen to a half-wit mage like you." she spat with disgust as she glared at him. She hated mages, she even didn't really like Ayred that much, and this thing telling her what to do was getting on her nerves. She stood up, impaling the woman in the head as she did so, glaring down at Magoo as if daring him to try ordering here again.

Her glare shifted to the door as it burst open. Four orcs stood at the doorway for a brief second before taking action, one attacking Magoo(which she smirked evilly at), one pounced on Ayred, and the other two began to yell at herself and who was he again? Anyway herself and the other dude. One on one for all of them, however, both of the mages were down. Well, she wasn't sure if Magoo needed his staff to do something, but she knew for a fact that Ayred couldn't do anything. The poor, small thing could never hope to match the strength of one of those orcs. Since they all had someone to take care of she couldn't really go to help Ayred just yet, and she was a little unsure of how it would turn out if she left Ayred any longer without having a way of defending herself.

Frowning to herself Silvrian thought quickly, the orc around Ayred hadn't pinned her hands up yet, or if he was even going to, meaning she could still use them if she needed to. Silvrian then quickly glanced at the orc standing before her, slowly advancing towards her. Letting out a 'tch' Silvrian decided what she was going to do. "Hey pointy ears, don't stab yourself with this!" she exclaimed before lightly tossing her spear over to Ayred, landing on the floor before sliding over and stopping right next to Ayred's arms, the rest is up to her.

She then turned back to her opponent before her. She could either fight for his weapon... or. The room looked big enough she guesses. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a slow breath. She could hear the rapid steps of the orc approaching her thinking she was now unarmed. Her body quickly changed, no longer the tall female that once stood, now before them stood a large bear. Letting out a growl she stared at the now slightly frightened orc. Quickly Silvrian crossed the distance and clawed at the orc. It raised its blade to block the blow, manging to but stumbling back under the force. With its defences down briefly Silvrian pounced on it and began to maul it's facing, ripping out its throat.
Juju MindWackMagoo NeonFlow Goonfire
(tell me if anything about this doesn't work ^-^ )

 

[MindWackMagoo]

.gPhor's hand brought Magoo's mind into better focus and he was able to see the real flaws in his ranting. His shouting had finally drawn in one of the closing patrols, however, and four orcs rushed in to defend the remaining live brood. One slashed at Magoo clumsily and he was able to bring his staff up to block. The strength of the swing coupled with Magoo's improper stance overtook his grip and his staff went flying from his hands and clattered against the far wall before hitting the ground with a thud.

The orc swordsman grinned, his rotted, pointed teeth dripping with viscous grey saliva. The orc stepped forward slowly, savoring the percieved victory when suddenly the chilling growl of Sylvrian, now in bear form, distracted it.

Magoo dropped his feeble act and sprung into action, his years of athletic training and adventuring experience surging through him. Before the orc could turn back, Magoo rolled toward it and swept its legs. The orc let out a shocked grunt as it hit the ground where Magoo had pulled his whittling knife. Magoo swiftly jammed the knife into the left side of the orc's neck and yanked hard across to create a massive wound. The orc squealed, and grasped at its throat as blood spurted over the floor and other bodies.

Nice job. That bear is out of control, though. You may have to deal with her before it is too late.
Maybe just kill all of them. Better safe than sorry!
Even better, tie 'em all up and let the orc spawn have a hearty first breakfast!

Wha...? Oh. Great. Staff spell is done. One orc left in here. Two more outside, tons more on their way. Anger not going to subside anytime soon. The spirits will definitely create chaos here. Only option is to get out and regroup.

Magoo turned to Phor and Ayred as they dealt with their respective orcs, ready to help if needed, and said trying to be quiet enough that the two orcs outside could not overhear, "We need to retreat! We can take these few, but many more are coming. I will enter the tunnels Vera mentioned and see if I can discover their fate. There should be an entrance inside the house somewhere. I can give us some cover to finish the last of these scum so we can make our escape."

Magoo knew his mana was low, so he had to be clever. He expended just enough to shroud each orcs head in pitch-black darkness. This drained him another 10%. Filling the whole area with darkness would have been much costlier, Magoo just hoped they had enough time to get out before more, unblinded orcs showed up.

Using his honed perception and intelligence, Magoo begins to search for the hidden entrance to the tunnels while maintaining awareness of the other two orcs that are waiting to enter the house.

 

[Goonfire]

Phor’s breath hitched at the sight of several guards entering the house. His eyes narrowed, watching them leer at Ayred, though his vision was soon obscured by an orc who was patting its club against the palm of its hand in anticipation of a fun torture session. That wasn’t to be had, as the half-elf rushed him head-on—or so it appeared. His own foe gave a wide horizontal swing, opening itself to a clever attack. Phorcis slid on his back under the orc between its legs, allowing him a view more disgusting than anything he had faced in the past five minutes. He then sprang up and swiveled on his toes, delivering a low slash that severed the monster’s Achilles’ tendon and dropped it flat on its face with a pained shriek.

Phor wasted no time on his own opponent, instead opting for the gentlemanly thing. He spun around again, delivering a roundhouse kick to the trash attempting to pin Ayred. The hefty blow sent the attacker reeling, though next came the honorable choice: allow her to claim her prey; he had his own and had interfered enough.

Speaking of prey, Phor felt a hand grasp his ankle firmly. His newly blinded quarry was readying the club to shatter his tibia, though a costly decision prevented that. He stabbed his longsword into the floor, blocking the strike. The bloody blade cracked, but Phorcis used it one last time to decapitate this orc. “Finish up, we need to go before more come,” the scout sighed before opening that mysterious hip pouch and flinging some of its contents in front of the door. Caltrops...

Juju MindWackMagoo seasonedcat NeonFlow

 

[Juju]

Ayred turned around just as the sword flew into the air to strike right through Solstice, just one heartbeat before the orc tackled her to the ground. The spirit seemed unconcerned and continued to kill each remaining women even with an orcish sword stuck deep into its side. Nor did it seem to bother with Ayred, who was struggling in vain against the orc's brute strength.


"Ack! Get...off!" Ayred growled between clenched teeth as the orc pinned her down.

No matter how much she struggled she knew she was severely outmatched in strength, and so long as Solstice was carrying out her previous command she wouldn't be able to use her remaining mana. Her eyes desperately turned to the already wounded spirit.

Seeming to understand this, the orc covered her mouth just as she tried to call to the creature for help. "Sols- rmmr" Fear filled her eyes as the orc drew its face closer to her own, relishing her helplessness. It was hard not to feel the horrendous panic rising up. Yet in the dark, she heard the familiar voices of her friends.

"Hey pointy ears, don't stab yourself with this!"​

In covering her mouth, the orc had freed one of her hands. Quickly, she reached out her hand, her fingertips brushing the pale shaft of Silvrian's spear. She curled her hand around it, but not before the orc noticed and twisted her arm backwards. Ayred cried out in pain, earning a laughing sneer from the orc. It must have thought it had won, because it didn't even notice Phor approaching from the side.

The orc was kicked off, allowing Ayred enough time to grab Silvrian's spear. "Take this!" She shouted, driving the speartip into the orc's eye with all her strength. Its body convulsed, but as she withdrew the bloody spear it had grown still.

Ayred felt sick just thinking about what might have happened and clutched the spear, looking awkward with a weapon too big for her petite size. "Thanks guys!" She managed to say, her voice trying to sound bright but coming off as a little shaky.

She let out a small gasp as she saw Silvrian's hulking bear form. It was beautiful, and if the situation had been brighter she probably would have screamed from joy at how fluffy and huggable she was. A bloody orcish arm went flying past her head, torn by the bear's jaws.

Oh...huggable and deadly...
MindWackMagoo seasonedcat NeonFlow Goonfire

 

[Kirby3178]

Titus Armos
Vera stood silent, she must have been thinking, she then retrieved some new arrow heads from her back and set them ablaze. She told Titus to watch for an opening, he drew his sword and conjured another magical shield by reciting the same incantation. Askur was getting closer to Vera, Titus rushed forwards as fast as he could, given his injury, and got around him and raised his shield.
Titus noticed that his blade looked ominous in the blue glow of his magic shield, he recognized it as a curse, this made Titus tighten his stance and the grip on his sword.​

[Location:Tunnels under Grimdar] [Mentions: MidnightStar ] Side note: Sorry this took me way so long to post, I've had a busy few weeks

 

[NeonFlow]

As Magoo Phor and Ayred killed their attackers, and Silvrian mauled a unlucky orc. The fifth orc grunt rushed in to support his troop. "Argghh!!"
This heavy footed orc stepped on at least five bits of jagged metal which sent him falling to the floor in surprise.
"you sneaky man filth!!"
He hollered as he tried to dig the hindrance out of his foot. The sight of a damn bear brought him to scramble out the doorway painfully collecting the rest of Phors trap. Thus with hands ass and feet full of caltraps this orc slowly bled out trying to rid him the unwanted piercings.

A second patrol had arrived by the time Magoo spotted the tunnel entrance. As the orcs had already destroyed all furniture (and smeared shit and blood on the walls for whatever reason aha)
it was obvious to see in the kitchen area where less women were tied up.

The orc riding the wolf heard what could only be described as "animal mauling" and he rushed in without hesitation. The orc rider was swiftly on top of Silvrian in her animal form. A broken spear in one hand he held on tightly with a arm wrapped around the neck with a fist of fur and he repeatedly jabbed the spear into the bear, hoping to use her pain to lead her out the house or at least thrash at the pink skins in the room.

The second patrol consisted of a orc on a wolf, four archers and four swordsman. They didn't know what to do. A fucking bear was in the birthing hut. Spawn is important to keep alive but if a bear is in there wouldn't the spawn be dead Anyway? A odd stalemate was forming, it would be broken the moment Bubul arrived. Probably in the next two minutes if we go by orc jogging speed.

MindWackMagoo Juju seasonedcat Goonfire

 

[MindWackMagoo]

Magoo grabbed the sword sticking out of the ghost's side and yanked it free as he passed into the kitchen. The hatch to the tunnels was fairly obvious on the floor near some broken furniture and other debris. The kitchen floor was littered with broken dishes and bottles, various liquids and discarded food coated the floor in a slippery mess. Magoo noticed a broken cask of ale in the corner with a small amount of liquid still inside. Before he slipped into the tunnel entrance, he spilled the ale onto a pile of wood and debris and struck his knife with the orc sword to create a spark just as a loud crash announced the arrival of a Wolf Rider in the main room.

"They are likely dead already. If they aren't they will surely be tortured. They will need new brood. No way they will pass up an elf and a werebear? Just go into the tunnel and leave the flames to put them out of their misery."

Magoo shook his head. His thoughts were foggy and far away. He knew it might be the spirits, but their power was strongest after his staff's protection ended, and he was having trouble concentrating.

He struck the knife and sword again and finally got a spark. The ale caught fire slowly, it was not as flammable as Magoo had hoped. With a little luck, the small flame would reach the bottom of the wood pile, and the liquid mixture on the floor had enough ale and cooking oil mixed in to help it spread. The whole kitchen would be ablaze within the next 2 or 3 minutes and the rest of the house soon after.
Magoo ducked into the tunnel and paused on the ladder to cast another small illusion on the hatch. It would conceal the opening until he got out of range just in case the fire did not catch quickly enough. He then used another burst to cast illusion words on the eyes of Phor, Ayred, and Sylvrian.

"HOUSE ON FIRE! TUNNEL IN KITCHEN. HIDDEN. LOOKS LIKE A PILE OF BROKEN FLOOR. 2 MINUTES BEFORE FIRE BLOCKS IT."

"This is a waste of time. They don't care about me. Leave them, already."

He scrambled down the wooden ladder to the tunnel floor. Hopefully the others had time to read it all.

The tunnel was lit by torches every few feet and there were several footprints in the dirt floor leading away from the ladder. Judging by the length of the torches, they had been lit not long before the Guild had arrived. He heard a shrill whistle echo through the small space. It had come from somewhere ahead. Magoo listened and heard the faint sounds of scurrying legs and what was surely a large orc's battle cry.

"Ah. Titus and Vera are either fighting for their lives...or meat. Either way...it will be interesting."
"Shut up! Spirits, my own brain, some other third thing...just all of you SHUT UP!"

Magoo didn't wait to see if the others above made it to the tunnel. He used all his mana but his last 5% to cloak himself in invisibility as he rushed down the dim passage, following the sounds of battle. He rounded the corner into a side tunnel, bits of broken spider web clinging to him from the walls and floating in the stale air. A large spider was quickly scurrying toward an opening in the tunnel wall ahead. Magoo followed it at a safe distance. The tunnel opened into a slightly larger chamber, where Vera and Titus faced a ferocious orc leader with a wicked blade and a score of other spiders.

Before the spider Magoo was following could get much further into the chamber, Magoo ran up the wall slightly and pushed off hard to leap on its back. He dug his knife into the head, between its black, mirror eyes. Using his momentum, he rolled forward off the spider's head, grabbing it by the abdomen and as he rolled forward, hurled the dying spider with all his might and momentum at the back of the charging orc. He dashed back to the wall as it flew, still invisible, to throw off the trajectory.


Juju NeonFlow Goonfire MidnightStar Kirby3178 TheGuide seasonedcat

 

[seasonedcat]

~Silvrian~
Silvrian rose from her slain foe, blood dripping from her mouth. She didn't bother casting a glance at the result of her mauling, already knowing full well what the result was. She was about to turn back in her human form for convenient sake when suddenly a jolt of pain shot through her back. One of the Orcs had mounted her back and was repeatedly stabbing her. She let out a fierce growl, her thick hide may stop some of the damage but it still hurt like hell.

Silvrian knew she didn't have much room in this room to thrash around with a) harming her 'allies' or b) destroying the house or at least damaging it. She didn't have much legroom to do much here, but she had to get this pest off her back. Its fist gripped her bloodied neck fur and it was pissing off SIlvrian even more, it was pulling her hair in an unpleasant way and she did not appreciate it one bit. She began to thrash around trying to get him off, trying to keep away from the others so thus not being able to thrash with much force.

She then noticed the wall nearby, letting out a roar she thrashed towards the wall, hoping to convince the orc that she didn't have a plan. Once she was close enough she thrashed her back into the wall, smashing through it with her back and slamming the orc into it in the process, causing the orc to lose its grip and tumble off. As soon as it was off her she was on it and began clawing its face-off ripping it to shred in anger. Then words flashed in her head, clearly from Magoo. More rage pooled through her, how dare he use his magic on her. She let out a growl, now that she wasn't in battle she could smell the blaze. They had two minutes to go through with Magoo's plan. She entered the house again, looking around at the others. She would wait to see if they would follow Magoo's plan or not before she decided to act. Plus... she can't really talk in bear form ;=;.
Juju MindWackMagoo NeonFlow Goonfire

 

[Goonfire]

Phorcis aided the effort to torch the birthing hut, retrieving a firebomb from his pack. He struck a match against the wall, the resulting flame allowing him to light the wick. In one forceful motion, he tossed the bomb at the crawling, bloodied orc, adding insult to injury... or vice versa. The burning wick fell into the splashing oil as the clay shattered, setting the front entrance ablaze.

The numerous wounds concerned the half-elf, though he had not the time and Silvrian, not the patience, to do the whole ‘are you okay’ altercation. “We can treat those wounds when we’re not threatening to burn to death,” he assured the werebear, flashing a pained smile. Another sigh betrayed Phor’s discontent with the way events were unfolding, though he pressed on, following the path into the tunnel Magoo had described. “Hang on, Vera and Titus,” he mumbled to himself on his way down.

MindWackMagoo seasonedcat NeonFlow

 

[Juju]

In the smoke, Solstice stopped and turned its eyeless head towards Ayred. "Go back" she said to it, but if it could hear her command it ignored it. Instead, it glided to a half-dead orc and snuffed out what little life it had left.

Ayred grit her teeth. It was refusing, drunk on her mana and the life essences it had been eating. This was exactly the reason why she hardly ever called upon the spirit, and why she couldn't just make it disappear like the normal ones. The connection was flawed. Why did this have to happen at a time like this? Gripping Silvrian's spear, Ayred charged at the spirit, aiming for the wound in its side. Effortlessly, it dodged to the side and the spear sliced through nothing but air.

"Dammit!" Ayred hissed between clenched teeth, covering her mouth and nose with the sleeve of her shirt. The smoke was making her head swim. In her mind, she heard the words of Magoo telling her to leave the house, but she couldn't leave until she dealt with the crazed spirit.

She could see Silvrian battling with an orc, her hulking form stark against the dingy basement. If she could bring down the orc, it could distract he unresponsive spirit just long enough for Ayred to forcefully dispell it. At least in theory. So poised with her spear and her eyes on the spirit, Ayred waited until Sivlrian struck down the orc. Then, using the brief moment of distraction thrust the spear into the spirit's side, causing its form to dispell in a puff of violet sparks.

"Yes... got you. Sorry, Solstice." the elf huffed, out of breath from the exertion and smoke. Her eyes were stinging from the rotten scent of burnt flesh. I have to get out of here, she thought, looking for the exit. The growing smoke made it hard and she was wondering if she wouldn't be able to find it, until she saw the bloody-white shape of Silvrian's bear form.

"Oh thank the gods!" Ayred coughed, walking up to Silvrian and placing a hand on Silvrain's furry side. It was so soft, but she didn't have the time to think about it. "Silv *cough* where's the exit?" she said, closing her eyes against the growing cloud of smoke.

seasonedcat

 

[NeonFlow]

Magoo was just in time to throw a spider towards Ashkur, the orc had just finished cutting out the hearts of his victims, Titus heroically gave Vera a opportunity to shoot the Orc. But the effort was wasted as The cursed sword of the scholar cleaved the swordsman in two. The arrow landed in the shoulder of Ashkur who ignored the pain to behead the archer.

Magoo would be using the last of his mana to somewhat safely see.... Ashkur chomp on two bloody hearts until red dripped from his jaws and hand. Ashkur let a low laugh echo underground as he scanned all around for his newest victim.
"allies arrived have they?... Oh I hope You lot have rare mana like the woman here..."
As Ashkur spoke his arm flashed a dark smoke the same as his sword. If one was clever and had seen curse mana before, they would know forming weapons or shields out of curses is impossible. Yet Ashkur here seems to have a evil shield burning darkness to match his sword.
The orc closed his eyes and began to sniff, if the woman could turn invisible... The pink skins who joined her probably have similar mana, the chief of grimdar had stealth mana, perhaps his children wish to avenge the family.
Ashkur grinned thinking about the new mana he would soon control.

Magoo should either run or attack, hiding will result in being found. MindWackMagoo
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The orc Phor threw a bomb at died, it would have been amazing and magical if that orc somehow crawled over his friends while burning to spread the love, but that orc was a underachieving sort. Barely made it out the house before dying.

As the bear broke from the stone house that was somehow beginning to burn from Ale, a non flammable liquid as it hasn't enough ethanol to burn. (It must have been dragon ale.)
The orc archers let a volley of arrows land in the bear, four arrows stab into the thick flesh not doing much damage as no vital spot was hit. With the house burning the orcs no longer care about the spawn. The archers ready arrows and the soldiers storm into the bear shaped hole in the wall to kill these intruders and capture the women.

There is now five orcs with swords and clubs attempting to murder you all with archers waiting to shoot any who leave the safety of smoke and walls.
Bubul the choker is now within spitting distance, oddly enough though he left it to the grunts. Why would a fearless orc captain not enter a burning house?

Three orcs rush at Ayred and the huggable Silvrain, two more swing dirty blades at Phor. You could easily fight these grunts in normal conditions but orcs don't need as much oxygen to function. Their brains can survive in extreme conditions...

Juju seasonedcat Goonfire

 

[Goonfire]

Phorcis was dragged into a precarious situation, with two warriors charging him. He ducked under swipes of the crude blades, clinging onto the ladder. Given his sword wasn’t maneuverable enough to use in his position, he drew an arrow from his quiver and drove it into one orc’s ankle, the sharp bone head cutting tendons. The nature of the wound and that one’s posture caused it to fall forward. Phor squeezed into the corner of the shaft and used his arm to give the first orc one final shove, making it plummet to its death. Although the shaft wasn’t deep, that orc snapped its neck when it landed headfirst, its weight and gravity doing the rest of the work.

With one foe dead, things would be easier... at least, they would be, in theory. While grabbing another arrow, Phor’s fingers were stomped by the second orc. Since only the one hand was grasping the ladder, he was quickly slipping. He had to give up on the fresh arrow to adjust his grip. The orc repeatedly kicked the stubborn half-elf’s head and arm, provoking grunts and yelps.

Suddenly, this orc drove its sword downward. Phor dropped backward, reaching out with his arms to lodge himself in the shaft. Dodging another thrust, he pulled himself back onto the ladder. The better grip allowed him to reach into his caltrops pouch. He took a small handful of the traps, and responded to another kick by sliding them under the orc’s feet. A faint flesh-rending sound and a siren-like yell told Phorcis all he needed to know: he was free to act. In two fast motions, he drew the arrow he needed and stabbed his tormentor in the leg thrice, causing it to drop onto the floor. Two more strikes pierced the windpipe and carotid artery, causing the life to drain from the orc quickly, putrid blood spraying across Phor’s face.

Time was passing rather quickly; the house was sure to collapse soon, so the scout called to the two women. “Ayred, Silvrian! Follow my voice! The tunnels are this way! Hurry!” To buy them some more time, he used his magic, an air current pushing some of the smoke out of the hut so they wouldn’t faint from smoke inhalation. The only problem now was the heat, which was abated slightly by the cool air emanating from down below.

Juju seasonedcat NeonFlow

 

[MindWackMagoo]

Magoo cursed himself again as the massive orc shrugged off the spider and split Titus in twain. As Vashkur cleaved Vera's head from her helpless shoulders, Magoo began to move back toward the tunnel he entered from. He held his breath and paused to look away as the orc ripped the hearts from his guildmates and began devouring them. He had just reached the edge of the tunnel entrance when Ashkur bellowed into the cave, scanning for him with his putrid, evil eyes.

Magoo only had so much constitution, and much of it was consumed with the horrors of Vera and Titus' deaths and yet another failed plan. The spirits took full advantage of his weakening state of mind to protect their vessel.

"Get out! Go back and lay traps. Or even better, dump this impossible nightmare on the others and head for the coast. This guild has nothing useful to offer."

Magoo shook his head a bit, but his heart wasn't in it. He slipped his small knife into his hand and cut his forearm slightly to coat the blade in his blood and scent. The air in the tunnel was moving toward Magoo, most likely because the open trapdoor and growing fire were pulling in oxygen like a fan, so he was fairly sure the orc had not picked up his scent. Yet.

He waited for Ashkur's gaze to move to his right as he kept backing down the tunnel. As the orcs glance moved, Magoo threw his knife with all the concentration he had, draining his last ounce of mana to conceal its flight. The knife soared toward the orc's head, but went wide and passed by almost two feet from the orc. The knife sailed another short distance and into the small tunnel on the other side of the cavern.

CLANK. CLATTER. thunk. The knife hit the wall of the far tunnel and bounced out of sight before skittering to a stop.

The moment the orc turned to look, he would run back to where he hoped at least one of the others had entered behind him. His invisibility spell would fail at any moment as he continues to back away from the entrance to the cavern.

 

[TPBx]

Athania raised the letter in her hand to her face, looking at the crystal embedded into it, it glowed brightly signaling that the recipient was close by. She then let it go and levitate in front of her, following the letter as it made its way towards its intended recipient. Athania then heard the cries of orcs coming from the forest, and soon the letter zipped off toward those cries. She sighed and knew immediately that the letter's recipient was probably responsible. "Good grief, Shiki Naza, I guess you'll need my help," she muttered to herself.


She stretched out her hands in front of her and two bright purple circles formed in front of them as the shadows surrounding her in the forest gathered into dark black orbs in her hands. Athania then pulled those orbs to her chest and then stretched her arms out to her sides. The orbs dispersed and reformed into a set of armor that was comprised of a dark metallic chest plate, a set of intricately crafted gauntlets made out of the same material, and a two-handed long sword that she wielded with a single hand. Because these armor pieces were made out of materialized shadows, they felt weightless to Athania, almost like wearing another layer of clothing. Then several dark tendrils formed around Athania as well, latching onto her limbs, stretching onto her face and neck. She then leaped into action soaring through the forest at incredible speeds, leaping from tree to tree following the letter as it made its way towards Shiki.

Athania then soon caught sight of Shiki distracting a large group of orcs that had chosen to try and run him down through the forest. Knowing that they were at a number's advantage, Athania grabbed her father's Grimoire of Shadows and opened up to a page she had bookmarked. She briefly chanted in a foreign language and slammed the book shut, sending three copies of herself ahead to assist Shiki in fighting against the threat and followed them in afterward.

NeonFlow (anyone else related)

 

[NeonFlow]

As Athania and her clones hastily made their way from the outskirts of grimdar into the Forrest’s they would notice many signs of battle. Blood, the dark red almost black colour would suggest Orcs, but splashed of yellow pus and green also dot the area. The foul stench of orc corpses and the toxic remains of silverback spiders.

Further into the woods show curious signs. Trees with holes in them, as if something burned through the middle in a perfect hole. No signs of burning, chunks of wood and blood can be spotted if one was keen to tracking, despite the signs the sounds of dying orcs and gorgons would be a decent tell of where to head. If one hadn’t a crystal that shown the way.

The clones and Athania would soon find who they searched for. A man with a smile as wide as the scar diagonally splitting his face. He was gaining his balance after taking his dagger from a orc scouts throat. Three thick metal rods stuck out from his right shoulder and left leg. The Orc known for these special arrows is named Dead eye Ogg, as Shiki was trying to stand up to fight... Ogg raised his crossbow with a cruel laugh “no man can run from my aim, no runnin no hidin, just dying”
As Ogg readied his arrow the three orcs around Shiki cheer and taunt, Ogg however spun around letting the arrow fly with a thunderous snap from his deadly weapon adorned with spikes holding human skulls.

The thick metal arrow flew through a shadow clone and two trees as Ogg glared at the shadow mage with a burning red eye.
“you got to get up earlier to sneak on Dead eye O-argpphh!!”
Shiki has thrown his dagger at the orc captain interrupting his surely original intimidating speech. The dagger landed in the throat, resulting in Ogg dropping his weapon and grasping at his bleeding wound. Blood dripping from his gurgling mouth and fingers. Two of the three orcs ran at the shadow mage in surprise and anger, the third began to kick the shit out of a damaged and weakened Shiki, only barely able to defend himself.

The two orcs face what seems to be three Athania. They rush with swords ready to slash in a blinding fury. As if to say no real skill, just speed and power.
TPBx
(The post order is generally let two or three others post before you do again.
You, 1, 2, you. With more players it’s three but for the group now two is ok)

((In combat killing a nameless enemy or two is no problem but for groups or named enemies please write actions as attempts and I shall write what happens))

 

[seasonedcat]

~Silvrian~​

Silvrian let out a grunt at the pat Ayred placed on her side, which thankfully didn't touch any of her wounds. Four arrows now adorned her fur, they had managed to perice the skin but didn't cause much damage. That didn't mean they didn't hurt though, a stinging sensation began to become more in her face as the adrenaline began to wear off from the fight. It quickly returned, however, when five more orcs ran in. Silvrian let out an annoyed growl, digging her nails into the floor trying to calm down the rage building in her chest.

This was getting quite annoying, having fight after fight that is. Whenever she killed one 4 more always seemed to show up. Luckily only 3 of the five ran to herself and Ayred, the other two going after the other dude who Silvrian definitely didn't forget the name of. One of the three ran to take on Ayred, while the other two went to try and tackle the large bear before them. Another annoyance for Silvrian was the smoke that was beginning to engulf all the air in the house. The open hole in the house that she had made was feeding the greedy flames speeding up the already small amount of time they had left before they couldn't go into the tunnels.

Silvrian could painfully feel the headache beginning to form in her head from the smoke, damn that mage starting the fire while they were still in the house. She had half the mind to kill him after this. The two orcs before her made her back away to get more room, leading to an arrow just missing her back leg. Swearing in her head Silvrian quickly began to try and come up with what she could do. She didn't have much room to move inside the house, and couldn't go outside without getting more arrows lodged inside her, plus Ayred still had her spear so she couldn't go into human form to fight at this time.

She then noticed the weapons the orcs were using, she may not have her spear, but they had weapons she could use. One of the orcs tried to slash at one of her front legs, leading to Silvrian acting quickly. She slammed her paw down onto the blade, causing the orc to lose its blade to the beast. With a sword now in her hand, well paw, Silvrian took the chance to turn back into a human. She easily blocked the swing of the other orcs sword with her own. Clear confusion littered their faces, but they wasted no time acting. The other orc grabbed her from behind. Letting out a snarl she kicked the other orc who tried to slash the imbolized Silvrian, sending the thing stumbling lightly.

Silvrian took this as a chance to take care of the other orc. Using the sword in her hand she bent her arm back and began to stab at his neck, the dullness of the blade compared to her spear evident as it took several stabs to send the orc stumbling back with blood pouring from the wound. When he had grabbed her the arrows in her back had broken and sent them deeper into her back. Silvrian breathed in gasps, her body trying to catch its breath with the lack of air. The orc with the fatal wounded neck began running back at her in anger, trying to kill it's enemy before its unavoidable death came.

Its sluggish movement from blood loss made it easier for Silvrian to impale his throat even in her distressed state. She winced as her shoulders moved, pulling at her wounds. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other orc now charging. She quickly ripped 'her' blade out of the other orc and doged the oncoming swing, stumbling as she did so. Her breath was more frantic now and she began to become aware of the dizziness that began to swell in her head. The orc didn't stop there rushing at her, causing Silvrian to let out an annoyed grow that was far less fierce with her lack of air. They clashed blade, Silvrian quickly noticing her blade moving back from the strength of the Orc. She wasn't going to win this battle of strength in her current state.

Letting out a grunt of exertion she swiped his leg with her own sending him off balance and his blade slashing her cheek. As he fell Silvrian quickly mounted him and began to furiously stab him until his body went limp. Her breath was only gasps at this point, her body shaking from the lack of air. Stabbing the blade into the ground she pushed herself up with it, turning to the voice of Mr. SIlvrian definitely knows your name. She didn't bother to argue at this point shakily moving her way over to the voice, "Come on Ayred." being shakily called from her lips, Silvrian not bothering to stop or even call it over her shoulder as she would normally.
Juju Goonfire

 

[Juju]

Ayred knew that Silvrian could not talk in this form, so when she heard a battle cry in the smoke she new a new batch of enemies were upon them. Thanks to the gust of wind summoned by Phor, Ayred also spotted the orcs in time to prepare herself for an attack.

As Silvrian took down two of the orcs, Ayred focussed her mana on the spear. Roughly half of her mana had been drained by the previous spells (and mostly her misbehaving spirit), so she needed to be conservative. Especially if she wanted enough left for healing her allies. The best way to do this was to use a ‘focus’ or some other sort of tool to help channel the mana, like a wand, or the berry she had used earlier. It was also a great way to test out something that had been bothering her since she first picked up Silvrian’s spear; the weapon felt like a good vessel for magic.

She waited until the orc was in range and then slammed the blunt end of the spear into the bloody floor. Fingers of frost expanded from below the weapon, growing bigger and more jagged as it raced towards the orc. Red ice swallowed the orc’s feet, and shortly after contact, burst into frozen spikes that pierced cleanly through the orc’s abdomen, chest, and limbs.

For a moment he was suspended in the air, strung up like a gruesome ornament, before the ice cracked and fell apart in a sprinkle of bloodstained snow that melted as it fell.

“Huh… that’s a pretty good magic vessel.” Ayred muttered before sinking into another coughing fit.

The elf quickly stepped over the dead orcs and followed Silvrian into the tunnel where Phor was waiting for them (I assume he is still there and didn’t yeet out! ^w^). Once they were in it she tapped Silvrain’s shoulder to get her attention while holding the bloody spear out for her.

“Thanks for letting me use your spear!” Ayred said, her voice hoarse from the smoke.

She then turned to Phor and asked, “Phor, do you have any traps you could put behind us? I don’t want the orcs trailing after us in the tunnel. If not, I may be able to collapse the tunnel but it will take some time and mana, which I need to heal Silvrain!”

“Silvrain? Are you ok? Give me a second, I will take care of those wounds!!”

(she hasn’t healed Silv yet just so in OOC I can give Phor and Silvrian the chance to respond!)
seasonedcat Goonfire

 

[TPBx]

One of Athania's clones stepped forward and began its attack on one of the orcs. The orc slashed at the clone with a wide sweep and sent it flying into a nearby tree. The attack managed to cut off the clone's arm and it dissipated into a wisp of black smoke. Another clone responded to the attack by thrusting its sword through the orc's chest from behind. A spurt of blood burst out of the orc as it screeched before the real Athania came in and sliced off its head with one swift strike. The second orc saw how quickly his comrade fell, realizing that the shadow clones and Athania were very well coordinated.

He raised his sword with a defensive stance as the shadow clones and Athania surrounded him. He glanced back and forth as the clones closed in around him, like a pack of wolves hunting down its prey. The shadow clone that was struck down earlier recovered quickly, growing back its arm, and joining the rest of the group in fighting the remaining orc. Then each shadow and Athania took turns swing at the orc from different angles, the orc desperately tried to defend from each attack but with every strike he parried, another two would land from a different direction. The blows weren't fatal but they added up as the pain made it harder to react to each attack.

Then Athania went in for an attack and initially went for an overhead slash with her sword. The orc blocked the attack, but Athania twirled around, hiding her change weapon spell cast, to transform her sword into a spear, which she then used to thrust into the orc's chest from a distance when the orc was expecting attack from one of the other clones. The orc grimaced and then two more thrusts from the swords of the shadow clones went through him as well, sending the orc to its knees. Athania then drew her clones back to her self and stood over the almost lifeless body of the orc, rending the spear stuck through it from its chest violently and transforming it back into a sword.



NeonFlow