[RP Thread] Cries of Urnung: Book of the Bladebringer

[Fussiler1]

OOC: A dying creature suddenly disappearing..

His face turned sour and he shuddered because of the stench. He quickly looked around and said; ''We should leave.''

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion nods towards Illios "you're right... we should. We're probably lucky if not every single creature in this damn forest smells this." He then turns around peering into the forest. "we should probably start looking for that wolf spirit." he sais while walking away from the campfire, into the forest.

 

[Dragonson]

As Ekiron walks into the forest he quickly finds three sets of tacks. Deep and fresh ones.
The surviving attackers apparently didnt vanish into thin air.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion kneels and lets his hand slide over the tracks. "Guys, i found something!" he yells at the group. He stands back up and starts following the tracks.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios hears him and quickly follows him, staying close to him with his drawn sword. He was planning on finishing those bastards..

 

[Grey Nightmare]

[@Meyla
DM: Attack Aborted: Missing Target.

OOC: Dragonson say WHAT?!

 

[Dragonson]

OOC:
Yeah, i know there's quite alot of text here and some of you didnt really catch on to the last bit 'bout the remaining enemies fleeing. I'l make crucial information like that stand out more in the future. :S
But please, read through theese posts.

@Leo
DM: Melee Attack (Damage Roll x2): Roll (1d6 +3 from Will): 3 (6) and 2 (5).
Leo's two swords soar through the air, striking both of the already wounded foes.
DM: Unknown Attacker (1) and (2) both took 11 damage. Unknown Attacker (1) has 29 HP left and Unknown Attacker (2) has 82 HP left.

@Agron
DM: Melee Attack (DifLevel 3 (Swift Striker Applied) x2): Roll (1d6 +4 from Strength and -3 from Battlesong (Enemy)): 5 (6) and 3 (4).
Agron strikes once more, the first of the attackers now seriously wounded.
Almost all of it's bandages were ripped open, revealing dead skin.
DM: Unknown Attacker (1) took 10 damage, and has 19 HP left.

@Illios
DM: Melee Attack (DifLevel 3): Roll (1d6 +2 from Strength, +5 from Battle Veteran and -3 from Battlesong (Enemy)): 6 (9.
Rolling Extra Dice: 5 (14).
Illios' blade zoomed forward and buried itself in the chest of the first attacker causing it to stumble backwards, now very close to death.
DM: Unknown Attacker took 14 damage and has 5 HP left.

@Ekiron
DM: Rune Activation (DifLevel 2): Roll (1d6 +1): 6 (7).
Rolling Extra Dice: 3 (10). Success!
Ekiron shouts a Razor Word, his voice emanating death.
The sound of it cuts through the air, and it hits the attackers straight on.
DM: Will Check (DifLevel 3 x5): Roll (1d6 +3 from Battlesong): 2 (5 (Failure!)), 4 (7 (Failure!)), 1 (4 (Critical Failure!)), 4 (7 (Failure!)) and 3 (6 (Failure!)).
The sound cut through their flesh, one of them being cut to pieces instantly.
DM: Damage Roll (x4): Roll (10d6): 40, 39, 35 and 31.
DM: Unknown Attacker (1) died, Unknown Attacker (2) took 39 damage and has 43 HP left, Unknown Attacker (3) died, Unknown Attacker (4) took 35 damage and has 65 HP left and Unknown Attacker (5) took 31 damage and has 69 HP left.
The last three remaining attackers, shocked by this incredible assault, disappeared almost as fast as they appeared.

@Meyla
DM: Attack Aborted: Missing Target.

IC:
The tracks didnt go far into the forest.
Ekiron and Illios almost immediately found themselves in a even more totem-filled clearing where the footprints stopped.

Illios, due to his knowledge of the wilds, spotted another set of tracks moving the from the group's previous location to this clearing just like the fleeing creatures.
These footprints were older, though, and resembled those of a wolf.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios smiled triumphantly as he pointed to the direction where the new tracks started. ''A wolf. Probably the Wolf.'' he said with a big grin on his face.

 

[Dragonson]

Illios did though also note that the other footprints only continued a slight bit longer than the others before stopping, right at the middle of the clearing.

 

[L2love]

Sameal slowly followed Illios after realizing the enemies bodies were lost.

 

[GunSlinger]

"There, now we got a lead on where the wolf is." Leo said, walking towards the footprints of a wolf.
Wait, I forgot about this box.
I held the box in front of me and slowly opened it, not knowing whats inside.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: The box's lidless.
It's pretty much just a steel cube. The only reason you know it's a box is it's lack of weight and the hollow sounds it makes when touched.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Ignoring the box Meyla scowled.
"Do spirit wolves even leave tracks? I'm not so sure about this, we've not been told everything. They held something back" and don't they always.
Something pulled at her, a strong attraction, it didn't want her to leave, not just yet.
She whirled about without another word and trotted over to the fallen figures and proceeded to kneel and rummage through the remains, peeling bandages from decaying flesh. As she did so the attraction grew ever stronger. "What in all of the planes are you?" she muttered to herself as she carried out the unpleasantries.

 

[Dragonson]

As Meyla removed the bandages from the fallen foes she found that they were, as Illios had exclaimed, lepers.
Something inside her mind, buried along with the memories of her mountain-tribe home, started moving.
She remembered something about these creatures... Leper Warriors... Bandaged Warriors...

The same thing inside her head assured her that she needn't worry about getting infected, and urged her to find out more.

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Wait, didn't the box cannot be opened?
IC: ''Yeah, we can just follow the tracks.''

 

[GunSlinger]

OOC:
I'm so clueless. D:

IC:
Leo plays around with the box but then sets it down beside a totem.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Everything leaves tracks. One way or another.
Anyways, besides that, the other tracks went a bit futher and and stopped in the middle of the clearing. Just wanted to tell you.''

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla ignored Illios, intrigued by the Leper Warriors she continued to rummage, completely stripping their chests, arms and the faces of all bandages, wrinkling her nose slightly as she did so.

 

[Dragonson]

Below the bandages Meyla found their bodies to be heavily tatood.
The ink used was fairly new, and in a few cases Meyla got in on her hands.

After searching their bodies for a while, though, her efforts bore some kind of fruit.
She found a small makeshift bag made from the same black bandages as the two of them wore, containing a small wooden statue of a snake.
The snake's tail was shaped as if it had been holding something, which was now gone.


Back in the clearing the rest of the group got an odd feeling of being watched.
This time, though, the feeling was much stronger than what they had felt before being attacked.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion looked around and drew his sword "What is this feeling..." he walks towards the center of the clearing, looking around to see if he can spot anything.

 

[GunSlinger]

Leo bent down and touched the ground at the same time closing his eyes, concentrating on creating a pulse through the earth to "feel" what was around him.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

She gazed at the snake oddly, placing it upon the craggy earth and resuming her search.
As she placed her hands on dead flesh an exhilaration ran through her - although the blood flow had ceased, life persisted, it's energy was there for the taking, should she want it.
No... The Snake - Meyla removed her hands and examined the statue.

 

[L2love]

Sameal had seen that Meyla had some strange small little statue of sorts "Did you find something on them Meyla?".

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla turned and smiled gingerly at the giant Crycon.
She nodded and handed him the statue, seemingly happy to return to her rummaging.

 

[Dragonson]

Leo sends out psychic waves through the ground, not really finding anything. But...
As his mind moves through the ground, it 'hits' something. The ground starts shaking in the small clearing. From the sounds the group can make out that something is moving towards the surface.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion draws his sword stepping away from the middle of the clearing, towards the edge. whatever that thing was under the ground, it wouldn't catch him by surprise.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla didn't hesitate either, half leaping into the air to grip her sword tightly and glare at the earth, irritated by it's sudden disturbance.

 

[GunSlinger]

Leo, after sensing something, spread his wings and flew upward till he saw the whole clearing.

 

[Dragonson]

In the middle of the clearing a black hand, twisted into a claw, emerged from the ground.
Once it breached the surface it just stood there, as if trying to grab the sky.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion walks towards the hand, examining it closely.

 

[Dragonson]

On close inspection the hand had some kind of pressure plate in it's palm, and weird lines were carved into it.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion walks closer to the hand examining the pressure plate, trying to make something out of the lines.

 

[Dragonson]

The lines appear to be a random mess.

Far above them, clouds start to fill the skies.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion places his hand on the plate, going over it whit his palm very softly. Then he pushes it into the hand.

 

[Dragonson]

As Ekiron placed his hand on the preassure plate the entire clearing started rumbling again.
Suddenly, the hand grabbed onto Ekrion, holding him tight, and started moving down into the earth again.

 

[Phoonix]

Ekrion grabbed his sword tight in his other hand and made some sort of tackle maneuver while swinging his sword, trying to cut of the hand.

 

[Grey Nightmare]

Meyla screamed, soaring several dozen feet higher.
"Ekrion, everyone!" she yelled trying to garner their attention.
What on earth is that thing!

 

[GunSlinger]

"Ekiron!" Leo yelled, diving down to catch him.

 

[Dragonson]

Ekiron's sword bounced harmlessly off the hand, and it's slow movement towards the ground continued.

At this time the three surviving attackers from before appear out of nowhere, all charging towards Ekiron at full speed, swords raised.

 

[-Peper-]

''Again?!''
Agron quickly dashes to one of the attackers and punch with his hand.

 

[GunSlinger]

Damn! After all thats happened to them, they'll still come back.
Leo landed on the ground and held out his hand to one of the attackers, making a fist to hold the attacker in place.

 

[Dragonson]

@Agron
DM: Melee Attack (Unarmed, DifLevel 3): Roll (1d6 +4 from Strength (Brutal Fighting Applied) and +5 from Steel Fists): 5 (14). Success!
Agron's right fist slams into the head of one of the attackers, slamming it to the ground with great force.
Once down, the before-agile warrior appears to be just as helpless as a turtle on it's back, and shuffles around in a weird attempt to get up again.
DM: Unknown Attacker (1) took 14 damage and has 86 HP left.

@Leo
DM NOTE: I'm assuming you're making that fist with your psychic abilities, but please be more specefic next time.
DM: Channelling (Duration Roll): Roll (1d6): 6.
Rolling Extra Dice: 3 (9). Psychic Prison lasts for 9 Actions!
Psychic Channelling has lasted it's duration and now needs to be re-activated.
Leo summons up his psychic powers and encases one of the attackers in a hand of psychic energy.
DM: Unknown Attacker (2) imprisoned for 9 actions.

The last attacker, seeing it's two companions locked in battle, moves even faster towards Ekiron.
It jumps, sword drawn, and strikes down towards the defenceless crycon...
DM: Melee Attack (DifLevel 2): Roll (1d6 +10 from Desperation Strike): 1 (11). Failure!
...but flies right past him and ungracefully lands in a tree.
Without hesitation, the bandaged warrior turns around and charges for Ekiron again.

 

[Wolfe]

Marais turns instantly, arrow withdrawn, and lets the arrow loose. He then moves, rushing to the aid of Ekrion.

 

[GunSlinger]

OOC:
Sorry.

IC:
With the enemy unable to move, Leo summoned the 2 swords and circled around him. With a small gesture with hand, the two swords rushed towards the captivated attacker.

 

[L2love]

OOC:I am finally awake for this yes!

Putting the snake like statue in his pocket Sameal quick rose up withdrawing his massive claymore to defend Ekrion if Marais fails too or even attempt to release the black hand that is holding him.

 

[-Peper-]

After landing the attack, Agron quickly unsheates his axe and go for a quick strike to the previous target.
NOTE: Swift striker activated.

 

[Dragonson]

@Marais
DM: Ranged Attack (Diflevel 2): Roll (1d6 +5 from Dexterity): 4 (9). Success!
Marais sends an arrow flying towards the attacker that recently landed in a tree, the arrow hitting it's chest right above the heart.
The attacker ignores it and runs on, towards Ekiron.
DM: Unknown Attacker (3) took 9 damage and has 91 HP left.

@Leo
DM: Spell Check (DifLevel 3): Roll (1d6 +3 from Will): 1 (4). Critical Failure!
Leo prepares to execute the attacker, but his spell backfires and the two blades shoot off into nearby trees, where they become quite stuck.

@Agron
DM: Melee Attack (DifLevel 3 (+1 from Swift Striker and -1 from Helpless Target)): Roll (1d6 +4 from Strength (Brutal Fighting Applied) and +4 from Helpless Target): 3 (11 (Near Success)) and 5 (13 (Success)).
Agron, in his great haste, only hits with one of his blows.
But even this is enough, he cuts the downed opponent's head straight off.
DM: Unknown Attacker (1) died (Execution).

 

[-Peper-]

OOC: Tanker rocks!
IC: Agron then dashes to the next target, swinging his axe.

 

[GunSlinger]

As the two swords failed to hit their target, Leo pulls out his sword and charges towards the man. A few feet feet apart, leo pulled back his sword and with all his strength, swings his sword to hit the man.

 

[Fussiler1]

Illios roars and charges the remaining enemies with his sword.