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Post by Abaddon on Aug 1, 2005 11:28:19 GMT -5
Screams and hollers echoed throughout the smoky air, followed by steel beating against, steel, wood and people. Trent Olnay had nothing to do but follow the noise. People would need help, and he would give it.
He whistled loudly and what came after was Trinox, a large, powerful wolf.
"Come with me, pal." Trent said as he ran, his voice somewhat shaky and out of breath.
Trinox howled aloud and ran ahead of Trent. Trent followed close behind with his sword drawn, ready for battle.
When he made it to the village, all he could see was black rubble and charred grass. A large fire raged on, showing no sign of holding back or stopping. Along with this destruction were raiders; thieves, running into houses and stealing all valuables, while brutally killing those in their way.
Trent quickly ran down and killed two raiders that were about to escape with two quick slashes and a jab with the handle. He then looked to Trinox.
"Okay, boy. I need you to help in any way you can. Haul the injured to safe places, kill. I need all the help I can get."
The wolf then blinked and ran off to help, out of Trent's sight. Trent now had to figure out what to do next. . .
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WeeZle
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 17, 2005 20:37:45 GMT -5
Saeroth Molten was engaged in combat. The man he fought had the obvious advantage with his larger bulk, armor and longsword. And he cackled aloud as this boy, barely a man, stood defiantly in front of him. The raider spun in a circle and thust his sword forward impaling the b- but no. Saer was not in sight. An arm wrapped its self around the mans neck and he was viciously slammed to the ground from behind. he dropped his weapon and Saeroth was on him with a roar. Pounding armored fist after fist into his face easily smashing the mans skull and driving the bones down into his brain as his face imploded with a crimson splatter.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 18, 2005 21:47:39 GMT -5
While standing infront of a raider about 7' tall TwitCh grabs his butterfly knife and flips it open and crouches into his fighting position. The Raider jumps towards him with hands and flail over his head, thrashing it blindly at his opponent. TwitCh jumps and rolls to his left trying to dodge it as he casts "Eruption" around the raider, and then "Oxygen bomb" to completely mutilate the Raider.
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Post by Abaddon on Aug 18, 2005 21:51:43 GMT -5
Trent looked over to the two young warriors fighting against the massive horde of raiders. He drew his katana and ran down a hill, jumping high off of it. He held his sword's tip downwards as he fell down. He got close to his target, plunging the sword down his opponent's head. He then, when landing, brought the raider down with him as he landed.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 18, 2005 21:58:25 GMT -5
Notices the Raider coming up behind Trent and runs towards it using his pyrokenesis to egnite the blade of his butterfly knife, and stabs it deeply into the Raiders hand causing him to drop the sword. Then TwitCh strips the raider of his armor as he's screaming in agony, and then kicks him in the face shoving the cartilage in his nose, into his brain.
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Post by Abaddon on Aug 18, 2005 22:01:18 GMT -5
Trent looks behind himself and then sees TwitCh destroy an oncoming opponent. He gives a slight smile and speaks,
"Not bad. You're brutal, though." He then chuckled slightly as he turned around to send his katana into an approaching raider's stomach. "We should probably find the cause to all of this!"
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WeeZle
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 18, 2005 22:06:41 GMT -5
Saeroth ran for the door of the inn where he had spent the night. Emma Salmonsnatch, the innkeeper, had taken what little money Saer had and given him a middle-class room which was the only vacancy. Nonetheless, he was thankful of her generosity and now as he sprinted for the EnterGenericInnNameHere he thought of her wellbeing. But when he shouldered his way through the door he was shocked at what awaited him.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 18, 2005 22:20:05 GMT -5
TwitCh puts on the Armor of the Raider he just killed, and throws the flail off to the side.
He puts away his knife and walks towards a tall tree and climbs it to the top.
~10 minutes later~
He notices an oncomming Raider and leaps atop him and casts his "Wind Tunnel" creating thrashing gusts of wind around him. TwitCh lands hard on the raider (because of the weight of the armor pulling him down) therefor causing him to be thrown aside into the tree breaking his back and cracking his skull open.
Then realizing that the armor would only weigh him down, TwitCh takes it off.
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Post by Abaddon on Aug 19, 2005 0:06:46 GMT -5
Trent noticed that Sareoth had run into the Inn. He wouldn't go into a burning building for no reason, so he followed.
When he made it in, all he could hear were rafters creaking and falling and fire eating away the foundation of the inn. Trent would have to find out where Sareoth was soon, otherwise this would all be for naught.
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 19, 2005 0:40:05 GMT -5
TwitChwatches as Trent and Saeroth go into the buliding as he stays outside fighting the Raiders to make sure they don't disturb Trent or Saeroth while they figure out what started this.
He see's a Raider coming out of a building with a bundle of money and clothes. TwitCh pickes up a stone and hauls it at the Raiders face, breaking his nose.
TwitCh then walks over to him, picks him up putting him over his back, and then hurls him 15 feet into a brush pile.
The Raider grabs his knife and slashes TwitCh on his right arm, but it doesn't phase him because of his adrenaline rush. TwitCh then takes out his butterfly knife and slits the Raiders throat.
Then TwitCh uses the shirt of the Raider to wrap his wound tightly.
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Post by Abaddon on Aug 19, 2005 12:22:13 GMT -5
Trent continues to look and finds a set of stairs that were still intact. He ran up, hoping to find Sareoth there. . .
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Post by TwitCh on Aug 19, 2005 12:53:19 GMT -5
TwitCh puts away his butterfly knife and draws out his Dai-Katana as a Raider is charging towards him. They clash weapons. The Raider kicks TwitCh in the back of the legs causing him to fall over, as he falls he uses one hand to send an enourmous flame into the Raiders face with his pyrokenesis.
TwitCh gets up, and with a quick swing of his sword, takes off the raiders head, just to make sure he's dead.
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WeeZle
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 19, 2005 23:13:36 GMT -5
Saeroth smashed his way through the fallen braces and made his way to the staircase. He felt sweat drenching his face as the flames consumed the wood of the very stairs he ran up. The 1irst door at the top was ajar and he nearly ran past but for what he saw within it.
Emma's bloody corpse hung suspended in mid air as a tall man stood laughing with his hand raised. The air crackled around his form and Saer knew it was as unnatural as the dead womans body slowly spinning as what remained of her innards dripped onto the floor. This evil man would pay for the deed in his own mortal soul. And as Saeroth charged towards the mage, tearing his rusty hatchet from the holster at his side. . . he knew he would be the one to collect that payment.
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Post by Abaddon on Aug 19, 2005 23:35:07 GMT -5
As Trent made his way up the steps, he fell, but corrected himself by coming right back up. He made it into the room where Saeroth was, and saw what was happening. He backed down and watched to see what would happen first before making rash decisions.
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WeeZle
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Post by WeeZle on Aug 21, 2005 0:39:35 GMT -5
Saeroth let out an angry bellow and tore across the room with his axe held fast in his bloody armored fist. He lept into the air and swung down the hatchet swiftly into the man's pale neck. But the bald man didnt fall back. He didnt make a move in fact, and Saer slammed hard agaist him. Then before the angry young man realized what just happened, a burning, flying table shattered itself over his side. The pain was short but glorious. He shoved the rubble off himself and the white eyed man was gone.
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