Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 22:19:12 GMT -5
Round 1
Ser Borros: 148 (average hit, -20)
Alyn: 177
Ser Borros charges at Alyn with a scream, his sword swooping down with the fury of vengeance behind it. Alyn sidestepped with ease and brought his spear up, the tip stabbing into Borros' ribs. The knight of Brimstome felt his knees weaken but he wasn't done yet.
Round 2
Ser Borros: 48 (heavy hit, -35)
Drake: 71 (heavy hit, -35)
Alyn: 146
Drake charges into the fight with his stick and knife combo but Alyn is too fast for him, the spear tripping him up before the tip plunges deep into his stomach. Borros chooses this moment to strike but Alyn has already moved, the spear tip stabbing up and puncturing through Borros sternum. The knight goes to his knees, sword and shield falling from his hands.
All around the shadow rush in, blades plunging into soft flesh, as a second wave of crossbow bolts shoots into the tent.
Freheri reached for his crossbow but someone was standing on it. Someone who pushed a thin blade into his throat, slicing it open.
Perros crawled out of the tent, or he tried to, except he bumped into a pair of legs. A boot kicked him in the face and he felt two blades push into his stomach.
Garlan found himself hiding behind a building, slowly creeping along, the screaming and crying left behind. He turned a corner and felt something punch into his back, hearing a loud crack from somewhere within him. A moment later he lay on the ground, no feeling in his legs or arms or... anywhere else. A moment later the world began to fade.
Roly saw Alya nod fearfully at him, though a moment later an axe plunged into the back of her head. Roly screamed and aimed a punch at the man, but something cut down, removing half of his arm. He felt something else push between his ribs; something that hurt bad.
The inside of the tent swiftly resembled a butchers house, the villagers overwhelmed by attackers. Someone grabbed Alanna's hair and pulls it back, before slitting her throat. Red Mitch stumbles as he tries to get out, a sword chopping down and cutting his face off. Lissy lies on the ground, a pool of blood below her, Bella, the injured girl lies still, a crossbow bolt in her chest.
Borros sees his wife lying dead beside him, her eyes staring blankly. He looks up and sees Alyn standing above him, looking around as the sound of crying and slaughter dies down. A man walks up to Alyn, saying... something...
"Milord, they're all dead."
"Not all of them," Alyn replies, his eyes moving to a spot somewhere within the tent. "Bring her to me."
The man nodded and walked a ways off, Alyn's eyes moving to Borros. The light from a nearby fire reflected in them and for the first time Borros noticed a hint of purple in them.
"It was fun being one of the small people, Ser Borros," The man who had called himself Alyn said, a smile on his lips. "You made me fell at home. I am ever so sorry for having to repay you in such a way." He waved at the interior of the tent.
A moment later the man he had sent off returned, arms wrapped tightly around Lydia.
"She's injured, but she'll live," The man said, indicating a small wound on Lydia's arm. The girl stared blankly, her face pale.
"Very good," The man with the purple eyes said. "Fetch my tools, and the poison. She will have to sleep for about a week, but not before I... see to her."
The second in command nodded again and rushed off as the other man looked back down at Borros. "Sleep now, ser knight. Sleep tightly with the knowledge that your precious little daughter will live. For a while, anyway." He smiled and placed the tip of his spear against Borros throat, before pushing deep.
The next morning, Ser Frances Dayne rode into the desert, towards another village along the Brimstone. In his arms was a bundle, a cloak wrapped around it, her face bandaged.
The End
Ser Borros: 148 (average hit, -20)
Alyn: 177
Ser Borros charges at Alyn with a scream, his sword swooping down with the fury of vengeance behind it. Alyn sidestepped with ease and brought his spear up, the tip stabbing into Borros' ribs. The knight of Brimstome felt his knees weaken but he wasn't done yet.
Round 2
Ser Borros: 48 (heavy hit, -35)
Drake: 71 (heavy hit, -35)
Alyn: 146
Drake charges into the fight with his stick and knife combo but Alyn is too fast for him, the spear tripping him up before the tip plunges deep into his stomach. Borros chooses this moment to strike but Alyn has already moved, the spear tip stabbing up and puncturing through Borros sternum. The knight goes to his knees, sword and shield falling from his hands.
All around the shadow rush in, blades plunging into soft flesh, as a second wave of crossbow bolts shoots into the tent.
Freheri reached for his crossbow but someone was standing on it. Someone who pushed a thin blade into his throat, slicing it open.
Perros crawled out of the tent, or he tried to, except he bumped into a pair of legs. A boot kicked him in the face and he felt two blades push into his stomach.
Garlan found himself hiding behind a building, slowly creeping along, the screaming and crying left behind. He turned a corner and felt something punch into his back, hearing a loud crack from somewhere within him. A moment later he lay on the ground, no feeling in his legs or arms or... anywhere else. A moment later the world began to fade.
Roly saw Alya nod fearfully at him, though a moment later an axe plunged into the back of her head. Roly screamed and aimed a punch at the man, but something cut down, removing half of his arm. He felt something else push between his ribs; something that hurt bad.
The inside of the tent swiftly resembled a butchers house, the villagers overwhelmed by attackers. Someone grabbed Alanna's hair and pulls it back, before slitting her throat. Red Mitch stumbles as he tries to get out, a sword chopping down and cutting his face off. Lissy lies on the ground, a pool of blood below her, Bella, the injured girl lies still, a crossbow bolt in her chest.
Borros sees his wife lying dead beside him, her eyes staring blankly. He looks up and sees Alyn standing above him, looking around as the sound of crying and slaughter dies down. A man walks up to Alyn, saying... something...
"Milord, they're all dead."
"Not all of them," Alyn replies, his eyes moving to a spot somewhere within the tent. "Bring her to me."
The man nodded and walked a ways off, Alyn's eyes moving to Borros. The light from a nearby fire reflected in them and for the first time Borros noticed a hint of purple in them.
"It was fun being one of the small people, Ser Borros," The man who had called himself Alyn said, a smile on his lips. "You made me fell at home. I am ever so sorry for having to repay you in such a way." He waved at the interior of the tent.
A moment later the man he had sent off returned, arms wrapped tightly around Lydia.
"She's injured, but she'll live," The man said, indicating a small wound on Lydia's arm. The girl stared blankly, her face pale.
"Very good," The man with the purple eyes said. "Fetch my tools, and the poison. She will have to sleep for about a week, but not before I... see to her."
The second in command nodded again and rushed off as the other man looked back down at Borros. "Sleep now, ser knight. Sleep tightly with the knowledge that your precious little daughter will live. For a while, anyway." He smiled and placed the tip of his spear against Borros throat, before pushing deep.
The next morning, Ser Frances Dayne rode into the desert, towards another village along the Brimstone. In his arms was a bundle, a cloak wrapped around it, her face bandaged.
The End