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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 11:16:21 GMT -5
"The ritual to finish her awakening. She will be whatever form she wishes, I imagine. And Harrys Snow shall be her First Disciple." He grinned and let wet blood drip from his fingers. "What shall you do when she comes?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 11:24:09 GMT -5
"How do I know?" Ragnar snapped. "I don't like this. It does not seem in keeping with the teachings of the Drowned God I learned as a boy. It seems to me you are worshipping a false goddess."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 11:32:05 GMT -5
"Your Drowned God cannot do this," Harrys said calmly. The frothing blood covers the two naked women, and they step out of the pool in a cloak formed entirely of the liquid, grinning at the men. A terrified soldier fires his crossbow, but it sticks in the cloak and the woman glances at it with a grin. "The dead will walk, and the sick can be healed with her blessing, Lord Ragnar, Stark. This is your last chance to accept her."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 11:44:24 GMT -5
Ragnar frowned.
"I want to see the proof of your claims. Show me the dead walking and the sick being healed."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 11:49:25 GMT -5
"Was your old friend Saltcliffe not enough?" Harrys chuckles. "But I have places to be. Play nicely with my girls." He rises and walks out of the room, as the frothy blood spouts up into the shape of a man from the waist up, long blood arms somehow not spilling everywhere. The 'girls' giggle as the bloody figure fixes its "eyes" on the other men.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 11:54:46 GMT -5
Ragnar eyed the figure in confusion and then looked at Kalvin. He was, unsurprisingly, wondering if there was any way to profit from this situation.
"Now what? This is most odd and yet I have to wonder how they do it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 12:35:49 GMT -5
"Well, that guy who set you up? Pretty sure he just walked out the door." Kalvin looks at the golem with suspicion. "And I doubt that will be friendly for much longer..."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 12:40:05 GMT -5
"AYe. But how to kill such a creature?"
Ragnar looked all around looking for something odd that might help kill the creature.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 12:43:25 GMT -5
"Kill the ladies? Not very knightly...but neither of us are knights." The girls' grin is now rather less friendly. They raise a hand at the same time and point towards the men, and the blood golem 'steps' from the pool and lumbers towards them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 12:46:23 GMT -5
Ragnar slid into a fighting stance.
"Now come on, ladies, wouldn't you rather have a real man?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 12:53:53 GMT -5
"We'd rather be gods," they say, again in that creepy unison. The giant attacks, and Kalvin and Ragnar have little choice but to fight.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 12, 2012 13:02:42 GMT -5
RAgnar Drumm
Fighting -Weapons --One Handed 100 ---Swords 90
-Armor --Chain (25 Points) 25 --Shield 25
Leadership:
--Naval 100 ---Ambush 80 ---Blockade 50 ---Scouting 60 ---Command 60 ---Raiding 60 --Rallying 75
Ragnar commands his men to attack the women while he takes on the bloody creature.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 13:06:58 GMT -5
Kalvin Stark: Ice, Plate Ragnar Drumm: 100 Sword, Chain, Shield
VS
The Blood Golem: NPC WTF!
8 men with swords, chain, shield vs the two girls.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 13:14:38 GMT -5
Round 1:
Kalvin: 161 Ragnar: 175
Right hand: 158 Left Hand: 111
The massive creature lumbers towards the two and swings its heavy liquid fists, which harden into an ice-like substance immediately prior to impact, before reforming into a liquid state after hitting the ground or wall. Ragnar Drumm hacks a good chunk off one of the arms, but it pools on the ground and the golem steps on it, reconstituting itself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 13:17:00 GMT -5
Round 1: Side fight
The Twins:
The men attack the two lovely ladies, who apparently use their lovelies to their full advantage, stepping out of their cloaks and grinning at them. The me stop, seeming somewhat dazed, before immediately descending on each other with a fury usually only reserved for the worst enemies. One northman suffers a cracked skull, and the helpless captives elsewhere scream in fear as the helpers attack each other fiercely.
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