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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 19:49:14 GMT -5
"They must be guarding something," Titus said to nobody in particular. "To the manse!" he says, pointing his sword toward the opulent home. "Kill the guards, but don't rush in before I give the order. There may be more than plunder awaiting us," he ordered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 19:59:17 GMT -5
Round 4:
Benjen: 150/140 Karyl: 187 Gerald: 144
Draven: 155/191 Wild one: 186 Cassadar: 103
Durand: 112/177
Benjen fights and commands like a true king, but he is not a king yet, and apparently Draven may well be, his forces pushing the northmen to the brink. Only Durand's peerless generalship on the far left keeps the battle from falling into a total rout. The men on both sides grow tired, and the Wild One and Karyl Crowl approach each other.
Northmen: 1750 Clansmen: 3700 Durand: 400
North Rally:
Benjen: 105
The northmen finally break, Durand's four hundred forming a delaying force, soaking up the inevitable punishment to be unleashed upon them.
Routing: Draven: 97 (no further bonus)
Bonus Round:
Draven: 141 Durand (-10): 120
Durand's forces suffer huge casualties as the focus turns to them, but with quick movements and decisive action, they melt back into the mountains.
FINAL:
North: 1800, 600 dead, 1100 captured Clans: 900 dead, 600 wounded Durand: 300, 200 dead
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:09:44 GMT -5
Titus makes an error saying plunder, as now every man has one thing on his mind. They rush the mansion and its guards...
Crossbows click, swords are crossed, and the scene devolves into a simple melee, blood everywhere, screams of me dying. His mens' shield and armor serves them wel, and his superiority in numbers lets them enter the mansion, where several of them suddenly fal dead to crossbow bots and swords, more me are killed, and Ser Titus sees a woman grinning. She slashes her knife in the empty air and three more men fall dead. Behind her, in the main hall of the mansion, is a giant, apparently cobbled together from a half dozen dead men, with eight arms and swords in each one. It dully appraches the Valemen...who quickly retreat, all save two, who turn to Titus for guidance. He sees an alter with a squirming, covered figure on it. The woman smiles. "Welcome to my home, Ser. Zebby is bored."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 20:20:28 GMT -5
Titus vomits, but manages to keep it in his mouth and swallow it, all but a little brown drool down his chin. He slowly backs away from "Ser Zebby" who doesn't appear particularly mobile. "It's very lovely. Now, release the sacrifice, whore." As he speaks a bit more vomit drips off his lips, his hands white knuckled around his sword.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:24:00 GMT -5
The woman blows him a kiss and walks to the back entrance of the house. "Play nice!" Zebby shambles toward the three. Two crossbow clicks are sounded as Titus's men loose bolts, one of them striking an arm and making it go apparently limp. "Sss...Ser? Wuh-we're not gonna...fight that, are we?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 20:30:56 GMT -5
"You're Gods damn right we're going to fight it, you limp spined twat!" Titus yelled, slapping the whiny bitch hard across the face and then moving towards the monstrosity. "Fight it now or I'll have your heads after I kill it my self," he didn't look back, he attacked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:40:10 GMT -5
Ser Titus: 154
Whiny: 81 (-35) Bitch: 155
Zebby:
Arm: Arm 1: 91 (Dead) Arm 2: 148 Arm 3: 157 Arm 4: 128 Arm 5: 106 Arm 6: 121 (-25) Arm 7: 92 (Dead)
Ser Titus and his men spread out, the knight taking three arms whilst his men each take two. The one called Bitch fights well, hacking off one arm and wounding a second, but he known as Whiny takes two hits, piercing his plate. Ser Titus fends off two of the arms, they seem to fight totally independently of each each other, and the stench cannot be believed. He finally hacks off an arm of his own, pus running out, smelling like a dung field on fire. The men's eyes burn at the horrid smell, and Zebby is unfazed by the removal of two of his limbs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:45:14 GMT -5
Round 2:
Titus: 96 (-10) Whiny: 66 (Dead) Bitch: 119
Arm 2: 84 (-10) Arm 3: 127 Arm 4: 156 Arm 5: 113 Arm 6: 45 (Dead)
He known as Bitch is actually the hero thus far, finishing both his arms and preparing to move to help Winy, before his fellow man is slain by another two slashes. Ser Tituse manages a blow to another arm, but his shoulder is cut open by a putrid blade...it will definitely infect.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:51:19 GMT -5
Titus: 172 Bitch: 119
Arm 2: Dead: Arm 3: Dead: Arm 4: 153 (-10) Arm 5: 135
Ser Titus gets angry. Arms do not like him when he is angry. While his soldier ably defends against the final arm, he leaps into its weakening guard and goes lawn mower on Zebby.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:53:42 GMT -5
Round 4:
Titus: 99 Bitch: 89
Arm 4: 111 Arm 5: 99
The battle swings back and forth, Zebby's arms seeming to grow in skill as they are struck down, more of its intellect going into each arm. The lurching beast moves more and more agilely as it adapts to its abilities (+15 skill each arm)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:56:02 GMT -5
Round 5:
Titus: 147 Bitch: 97
Arm 4: 91 (Dead) Arm 5: 97
Where Titus could once fight two arms, even with a superb riposte they are moving too fast for him to focus now, and the beast's bulk stops him from aiding his friend, who is held to a stalemate with the final arm. Zebby moves more and more like a pro, all its energy now in its final arm (+30)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:58:03 GMT -5
Round 6:
Titus: 102 (-20 now) Bitch: 141
Arm 5: 128 (-10)
Another putrid stroke, and Titus feels the corruption entering his body already it sees, though no infections acts so fast of course. Once again, Bitch answers the call, managing a stroke on the exposed arm, while the bulky beast is now skipping about.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:59:58 GMT -5
Round 7:
Titus: 156 Bitch, please: 111
Arm 5: 95
Bitch lands another small blow, and Titus ignores the arm and hacks Zebby into two pieces, then four, then eight...you get the idea. The smell is so bad even the mighty Bitch is reduced to vomiting everywhere, loudly and often. Titus, his stomach already roiled, joins in.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 21:01:40 GMT -5
Titus attempts to compose himself enough to run and grab the sacrifice off the alter and then escape.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 21:01:45 GMT -5
When the puking ends, Jarvis the guard looks at Titus. "We need to purge your wound, Ser! It'll corrupt otherwise!" The figure on the altar continues its kicking and squirming.
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