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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:36:54 GMT -5
Upon reaching a clearing Molavard points into the middle and there were the 2 Ror's looting the box of weapons.
Molavard points to the Ror with the box and points to the soldiers, then he points to the Ror near the river on look out and points to himself
He nods to the soldiers and charges for his target Mace and Ball and Chain in hand
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:39:11 GMT -5
Initiative Order: 1. Molavard 2. Captain Smythe 3. Ror #1 4. Ror #2 (Molavards Target)
The Captain yells to his me "This ones mine bastards!"
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:43:03 GMT -5
Molavard Roars and swings low with the Ball and Chain, using the momentum swings for the Ror's med section with the Mace hoping that at least one will hit
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:52:27 GMT -5
Molavards Ball and Chain smashes into the legs of the Ror crippling him. Blood and tissue rip from the red martian and a terrifying scream lets out into the canopy of the forest. As he falls the mace swings just a bit to fast and misses the Ror. Molavard recovers for the next strike.
Captain Smythe takes a puff of his cigar before aiming his revolver at the other Ror, startled by the sudden commotion. Two shots ring out in quick succession of eachother and two holes are made in the thick skin of the Ror. It drops the gun in its hands and falls clutching its wounds.
The Ror and unable to move or fight back. The one shot screams in agony grabbing at the wounds while the one legged screams out for mercy at Molavard, hands raised to shield it somehow from the mace and chain.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:59:57 GMT -5
Molavard drops the mace and the chain and draws the Ancient Sword of the First, it shines in the sun the blade covered in the ancient markings of the Nautaton tribe.
Molavard swings down and cleaves the Ror in half with brutal power, then wipes the blood off the blade and sheathes it again and picks up his Mace and Chain, picks up the top half of the Ror and starts walking back to his village
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 3:08:17 GMT -5
"Heh, and here I thought you were going to let him live." Captain Smythes says leisurely as he shoots the dying Ror in the head. "Gather up this equipment men." The soldiers start dispersing the rifles and load them onto their horses. Captain Smythe catches up with Molavard.
"That was impressive back there, they way you fight. You know, we could use a guide for the area. We need a friend in this god forsaken place. What do you say?" Captain Smythes asks.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 3:12:07 GMT -5
Molavard looks at the Captain "Follow, without..." he growls as he points at the men and horses and continues walking back to the village
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 3:15:08 GMT -5
The Captain nods and orders his men rest by the waters outside the village and follows Molavard. As they reach the village he gets many stares from the natives. Few have seen the pale man before and many rumours linger about. Feeling out of place the Captain follows Molavard.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 3:23:58 GMT -5
Molavard throws the upper body of the Ror into the water and hears the screech of the Serpents as the feast on it, he looks back at the Captain and bellows a thunderous roar and the Priests come out to meet the Pale man and converse in his own language
A Lesser ranked Nautaton picks up The Ancient Sword of the First without Molavard's permission, to which Molavard takes the sword back and breaks his hand and kicks him away right in front of the Captain.
The young Warrior runs off to the village healer while Molavard walks into the Armory to clean his weapons and Armour
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 21:09:31 GMT -5
The priest looked over the Captain, examining him thoroughly before speaking. His words were measured and careful, still unsure as to this pale mans motives.
"May the river carry you far." He greeted with a deep bow, spreading his arms out to his side. The Captain bowed in exchange with his arms stretched out. "So far you must have come pale..... errr," the Priest raced through his memory to recognize the mans uniform and correct his mistake, "Englishman."
"Aye, I'm Irish though, not an Englishman. We are here from Port Albion." The Captain replied, trying not to take it as an insult.
"If I may ask, Irishman, what brings you so far from your cities and people? Be certain you are welcome, but we are a curious people."
"Well we were dispatched from Port Albion to hunt down those Ror your First helped us find. But now have had additional orders delivered. What I need is someone who knows this area, someone who these natives will listen to and trust. Now heres the deal, anyone who works with the Crown will be granted protection from other foreign powers, we can even help ya get some modernization out here."
"We need for no machines of your peoples. We wish only peace to fall on us. We have some warriors I am sure would be most adventurous and helpful, I shall gather them..."
"No. I want the big one, the First. He is a good fighter and quick, seems to know his way around here." The Captain interrupted.
"Then it shall be done. Mind you, he is our First and if any harm should come to him then you will be held accountable."
"I hear you mate, let the man know. He knows where to find us." The Captain said.
"Very well, he shall be there. May the river carry you fast and true.'
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 23:31:17 GMT -5
The priest walked into the Armory where Molavard is cleaning his Armour and Sword, Molavard set them down gently and stood up to listen to the Priest
The Priest began to tell him everything that he had talked about with the pale man while Molavard listened closely
Once the Priest was done talking Molavard wanted to know more about the Pale Man's language as the trouble communicating was almost to much
The Priest spent hours teaching Molavard as much of the Pale Mans language as he could, when the Priest was done Molavard had a general grasp of Mans language
Once again Molavard put on his Scale Armour and picked up all his weapons and headed off back to where the Pale Men of horses were
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 15, 2012 0:58:19 GMT -5
Molavard met the Captain with his men who were smoking, eating, and resting. The men gave little notice to the martian but the Captain walked over to him greeting him with a handshake.
"So you know enough english to be of use?" the Captain asked.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 15, 2012 1:04:17 GMT -5
Molavard looked at the Captain "I know little Pale man tounge, I will help you.. One Rule" he said as he drew his sword "No one touches but me understand?" Molavard said sheathing it again looking right into the Captains eyes
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 15, 2012 1:05:53 GMT -5
"Understood." Said the Captain with a grin across his face. "Can you ride a horse? Its easy." The Captain effortlessy saddled his horse and led a another over to Molavard.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 15, 2012 1:12:59 GMT -5
Molavard mounted and straddled the horse which whinnied and it's legs strained under his weight
Molavard got off the Horse and looked at the Captain "No" he said "but you keep to river and I keep up easy"
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