Kurts
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Sept 22, 2016 11:31:40 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 11:31:40 GMT -5
"Took her from the beach," was his overly literal reply. "I'm going to need a helping hand with something in the morning. I don't suppose you and your companions would be interested in an hour with her in exchange?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 12:27:15 GMT -5
The man laughed with a guttural tone. "An hour?" He asked. "Maybe we just take her now, for the night," he suggested. "We go to shore tonight," he said, "there are those who took us there. We slaughter them, take their women, burn them at stake. Does this...appeal?" He asks, clearly straining his language knowledge to the maximum. "They drink and get tired tonight. They bleed tonight."
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Sept 22, 2016 12:35:52 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 12:35:52 GMT -5
"That appeals," he confirmed, shoving the woman towards the men. "There's cargo at the bottom of that lagoon though. Armor, weapons, maybe some coin. Figured she can dive for it while we do our best to keep the sharks off her. Should make for a bit of entertainment at least."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 13:23:50 GMT -5
None of the other men seem quite so sadistic. "We get the cargo when the slavers burn," the leader said. "Alive they will come for us when they make army." One of his men took the woman behind the rowboat. "I am Zayn," he said. "This is Emil and Dar." He gestures to his friends. He barks out to the would be rapist and he stops and complains in another tongue but then rises. "We leave now. Celebrate later. No chains on me."
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Sept 22, 2016 13:38:08 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 13:38:08 GMT -5
"Far easier to burn the slavers with proper arms and armor," he suggested, eager to get his plate, great sword, and longbow back; not to mention his coin. He doubted these foreigners would understand how many years it has taken him to afford it and how loath he loves to leave it to gather rust in that brackish water any longer. "Kurts," he offered his own name in turn. "You lot seen fighting before?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 14:03:11 GMT -5
"They will see us fishing, and we can't see at night to find the gear," Zayn said. "We fight many places. Zamettar, Myr, many places. Lose to Four Kings at Island of Lizards. They send us to Yemen but we crash," he shook his head. "Now we get much revenge. When they dead we get armor." His men gather their supplies. Zany has chain mail but no one else has any armor at all. "They lose their armor too."
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Sept 22, 2016 14:13:30 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 14:13:30 GMT -5
"Fine, after," he growled, nodding at the places they had battled. "Fought in Myr myself."
He collected his things from his camp, doubting he'd be returning to it, as well as a handful of oranges and the dried beef, indicating to his new companions that he was ready.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 15:08:19 GMT -5
They board the rowboat and set off, oarlocks stuffed with rags to keep them silent. No one speaks, not even their captive, who sobs very quietly, and after forty five minutes or so they approach the sandbars leading to shore. Kurts counts eight men on the beach right now, more probably in close range but not visible. "You ready to kill, old man?" Zayn asked. "No bad fighter get so old."
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Sept 22, 2016 15:27:56 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 15:27:56 GMT -5
"You'll be long dead by the time I'm done," he replied, disembarking, drawing the short sword and a dagger. "Try to keep up."
(Sneak 70) (Small Blades 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 5:07:58 GMT -5
Round 1:
Kurts: 145 Slaver: 121 Slaver: 137
The scarred veteran and his new companions storm the beach, and the first two men Kurts sees are half drunk but rise swiftly when he aproaches like a demon from hell, his silent but swift motion like a shadow. His first blade dives into a man's leg, and he nearly severs a femoral artery. The second man rises up and slashes hard, but Kurts raises his sword straight up and deflects it away from his head, leaving it spinning out of control. His companions follow up but he pays little attention to their affairs as he continues his rampage.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 5:11:07 GMT -5
Round 2:
Kurts: 102 (-20) Slaver: 89 (-35) Slaver: 141
Kurts twists his right hand blade, seeking to cut his first assailants' arteries, and he squeals on the ground as his blood seeps out, but the second slaver has a moment and his longer blade is now swung two-handed, and Kurts's left hand is not quite as strong as it once was, as the long sword smashes into his ribs. Gritting his teeth, he continues on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 5:12:58 GMT -5
Round 3:
Kurts: 147 Slaver: 81 Slaver: 121 (-20)
Kurts finishes his first man off and drives the second back, ignoring the pain of his wounds and attacking with the ferocity of a man two decades younger. He catches his opponent's wrist and slashes at the brachial artery, and is satisfied as blood spurts out of the wound.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 5:15:52 GMT -5
Round 4:
Kurts: 64 (-30) Slaver: 81
Kurts suffers a stab to his right arm from his foe who tries tackling him to the ground. Sand covers everything and the sounds of battle are starting to wind down.
Kurts: 103 Slaver: 71
Kurts: 111 Slaver: 69
Kurts drives his short sword through his enemy's throat, reveling in the gurgling of his opponent. Looking about, he sees a half dozen more dead men, and his new friends have found some crossbows and are firing it at the fleeing slavers, who enter the jungles at night. It is not wise to enter the jungles at night.
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Sept 23, 2016 8:20:22 GMT -5
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Post by Kurts on Sept 23, 2016 8:20:22 GMT -5
Kurts begins looting the camp, claiming one of the crossbows and a quarrel of bolts before searching the camp for anything of value; namely higher quality weapons, armor, food, medical supplies booze,, and coin.
(51 Observation)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 8:48:16 GMT -5
He finds some food but no medicine, and he sees a sword close enough to his preferred two handed to justify using. Armor is still the great bugbear; the heavy steel sank too easily to retrieve for almost anyone. He finds some gold coins and plenty of normal construction material, far too much to carry. His new companions are busy sorting out the camping supplies for a shelter. They seem curiously professional for brigands or the like.
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