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Post by Marko on Dec 13, 2007 14:03:16 GMT -5
[OOC] I was thinking of playing the orc actually... I'll post my intro tomorrow. This is gonna be very cool. [/OOC]
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Post by Marko on Dec 14, 2007 11:16:54 GMT -5
"Moov ya stoopid lil' legs vurmin" - the orc was bossing around two goblins clearing the last trees of the forest near Demosthene - "We 'ave to bring lot of shinny 'ellow metal back 'ome. Make big boss 'appy. Now shush your meat holes and lets go..."
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Post by Marko on Dec 16, 2007 4:19:13 GMT -5
"Ey 'u clear skined one. 'U 'ave some shinny sword there." - the orc observed the half-elf upon a large rock formation - "Now 'U be nice pale one and give sword to me" - the orc prepared his cleaver and began to charge at Chirando.
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Post by Marko on Dec 18, 2007 15:26:48 GMT -5
The ork swings his cleaver acompanied by a strong battle yell.
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Post by Marko on Dec 23, 2007 3:52:55 GMT -5
The goblins started to circle around Chirando murmuring. When one of them was behind the half-elf, it jumped wanting to gnaw off a leg or an arm. The other waited for the first one to distract Chirandos attention so he can jump in to the - flesh bitting - frenzy too.
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Post by Marko on Dec 23, 2007 14:31:31 GMT -5
The goblins hissed and began to take steps in retreat. They certainly didn't like the apperance of the wolf.
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Post by Marko on Dec 24, 2007 17:05:03 GMT -5
The orc grabs Chirandos leg and tosses him to the ground. Quickly picking up a rock, just ready to smash the half-elfs skull.
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Post by Marko on Dec 25, 2007 8:28:18 GMT -5
The orc is wresteling with the wolf, using the rock to inflict as much damage as he can. Wounds and scratches appear on both savages as they turn and toss on the ground. Ultimately the wolf retreats unable to suffer more punisment. The orc barely can get up breathing desperatly for more air.
Now he's full erect and walking perhaps like a zombie. Holding a blodied rock in his right hand and his face shreded to bids by the wolf. His determination is strong and more battle he desires as he took his limping steps towards the half-elf.
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Post by Marko on Dec 26, 2007 4:27:46 GMT -5
The spell flew true and cut trought thr orcs upper torso removing his right arm from the body. The orc was temorarily stopped but by the mid point between Chirando and the orc a singularity was forming that amased around itself large quantities of mana and wild energies.
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Post by Marko on Dec 28, 2007 8:04:16 GMT -5
The wolf was near laying on the groud, its tounge licking a patch of fur were the most gruesome wounds lay.
The sigularity gathered a globe of energy the size of an ogers fist, humming a low tune and glowing in a pure white light. The wounded orc pushed against the ground, atracted to the globes beauty. It extended its remaning arm to touch the globe but a few inches removed from the globe the orc observed, as did everyone in the vicinity, that the magical sphere of energy fell silent. With its hypnotic melody gone, it to dissappeared into an implosion after which a shockwave bursts from the tiny point the globe had vanished to. It tossed to the ground everyone in the neighbourhood, obliterating a piece of land bordering five maybe six meters in radius. The orc was gone, in the ground a perfect half-spherical crater was cut, even the air around rushed in to replace the one that was removed by the mysterious shockwave. Nothing remained in that radius, a void. As if all elements water, air, earth, fire and life were suddenly nul and canceled there. But Bethrezens creation, Nevandaar, knew how to reweave all its loose ends. And the fabric of the world covered and disspeled the void.
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Post by Marko on Dec 28, 2007 14:10:43 GMT -5
"So that what happens?" - asked rhetorically a human, in an haf-serious manner. Chirando was not aware of him as he entered the half-elfs perception, diligently cleaning his hands with a cloth tissue. The human wore a mid-long tunic of dark red color beautifully decorated with floral paterns in yellow thread. He bore long dark hair and a carefully trimed beard. He had a sort of nobility in his maniersms, this was not a commoner.
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Post by Blitz on Dec 28, 2007 15:36:01 GMT -5
[MT]
Chirando - 150 gold, 50 Life Mana, 200 XP.
Marko - 200 XP for any of your characters.
[/MT]
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Post by Marko on Dec 29, 2007 5:27:10 GMT -5
The human started walking towards the half-elf and as he passed the human man-at-arms he said:"Kid doesn't know his own strenght" but in a low tone only for the warriors to hear. They obiviously laughed.
The human waited for Chirando to finish his care upon the wolf holding his arms crossed and looking upon the half elf with a sort of childish enthusiasm, a bit culled to the other viewers by his more adult features.
"No one is going to miss that patch of grass." - the human replied to Chirandos last statement.
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Post by Marko on Dec 30, 2007 4:07:55 GMT -5
He leaned towards the half-elf and whispered.
"This is the part where you introduce yourself, youngone." - he smiled - "... or was magic the only thing they taught you in your forest home."
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Post by Marko on Dec 31, 2007 3:59:30 GMT -5
"Of house Weyico, you say?" - asked rhetorically the human - "And tell me this, what is a member of such a prestigious elven house doing so far removed from his homeland." - the human began to circle the half-elf, inspecting him.
"Oh, but where are MY manners !" - he quickly added - "My name is Reginald Roland von Marenburg." - he paused for a second - "the third..." - he finished his name introduction. Adding - "Wizard is my title. So you can call me wizard, or wizard Reginald. Anyone is suffice. Although in a wizards banquet you would have to be more precise" - he chuckled.
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