Quest Online (RP)

Location: Golem Hill Floor 1
People:
Azmeryth~ Morgana~ Other Players

Temper~ Tirian~ Feather

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~Azmeryth~​
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Her leg killed, and the healing of player who was seemingly known as Morgana was only doing so much to dull the pain. The red head winced, but the pain only stoked the fueling fire burning in her pale blue eyes. The savage looking female let out a sort of growl as she pulled harder on the chain, the Golem struggling more furiously against the chain weapon's hold. They were doing so well, and all the players...gah they were working so hard. They'd all come together like a small ant colony. They all teamed together, and took out the larger threat as a whole until it was either defeated, or it vanished. Azzy noticed that some players were beginning to get brave as they climbed onto the creature's back, and up to its head. The Whisper even went so far as to perch upon the Golem's crown which, in her eyes, gave this all too serious fight a sense of comedic relief. It was unfortunate that her mind had to so quickly bring back to surface the gravity of this battle. The Reaper's grip was weakening, her palms sweaty, her knuckles white. She wished that this beast had never reared it ugly, moss covered head. They all wouldnt be in this mess if the Golem hadnt shown up...they'd all be back in Grand Masai going about their daily routine. A routine that she'd gotten quite used to. Fucking monsters....

She'd been far to deep in thought when the Golem attempted to raise its hands again, it was successful. Not only where each side of chain users lifted off the ground a tad, but when the Golem brought down both of its hands, the impact shook the entire area. He'd landed that hit right by where Tirian was, and her pale eye were panicked as she looked that way, and saw many bodies shatter, and blow away like small, grayish blue dust clouds. Only did she release the breath she was holding when she saw a familiar form laying on the ground. He hadnt shattered, and though he may be batter, and hurt severely, he wasnt dead. That was better than nothing. She then noticed the young girl run to his side. He had help now. He had Temper, and the girl Feather to aid him while she focused on planting her feet once again, and restraining the Golem's hand...it was almost time for it to disappear....mere minutes now.....

"Please be okay, Tirian.....Temper...take care of him..."

She whispered as her blue eyes narrowed, and her knuckle whitening grip tightened even more on her chain. She was worried, and only god knew why.


~Temper~

Yellow, wolfish eyes seemed to be narrowed as he watched the beast before him, his eyes only occasionally gazing toward the white haired male he was ordered to protect, and aid. Each time Tirian would bound to the left, Temper would be a step ahead of him, and leap the same way, her lips curled back allowing his faintly yellow tinted teeth to gleam. The canine always seemed to be one step ahead of the human. Its the only reason why Temper had dodged the strike of both stone hands, and Tirian had just barely gotten away with his life. The wolf ran to Tirian's side as soon as the Golem's hands lifted, and he nudged the boy with his snout, a small whimper coming from the animal before his lips curled at the approaching female; small, petite, but not scared. The wolf let a low rumble vibrate in his throat as he stood by her, and the man Tirian. He even followed behind them as Feather dragged Tirian out of harm's way, his growl still sounding. As soon as they came to a halt, the canine stepped over Tirian, and stood hunkered down hovering over him watching every single player, and monster alike, the only one allowed to be by the boy's side being Feather, or so it seemed.

The only thing that indicated that Temper was a tamed beast was the green "Temper" hovering over the animal's head, and below it in a teal lettering it read "Azmeryth's".​
 
Location ~ The Hills of Masai ~ Golem Boss
Klugh ~ Boss Raid ~Mainly Feather, Temper and Tirian


Klugh watched as the creatures palm slammed across the other side of the battlefield tearing through more players bit by bit though at that same moment Klugh noticed the orders stop and the heaping player huddled upon the a shield lain upon his back the white hair from where Klugh was had given it away their fearless commander had fallen and yet the other one Heizan was nowhere near, he hissed lightly an angry growl leaving his lips. He pulled against the chains again which had begun to lag slightly and turned his eyes towards the top of the beasts head where one whisper lie his chained blade at each of his sides and yet he seemed to be up there to maybe attack or was he just foolish, either way Klugh turned his attention back resting his eyes upon five bladers who had begun recovering from the last shockwave and held the chains over to them when they took them is when Klugh began his movement. He grabbed the hilt of the two handed sword that was laying next to him and took off in the direction of the injured commander and the small girl who he had just seen crouched next to him.


Another shockwave rocked the very ground he ran across forcing him to press the sword into the ground to remain standing, he was glad that this creature was mainly focused on the group of whispers and reapers that had their chains circled around it this made his job a whole lot easier. He bound forward clearing the space between them in a few moments he missed a step for only a second stopping to approach the wolf that remained over top of the commanders body, he pushed his hands up showing no form of attack before allowing a small bit of words to leave his lips mainly to the small girl.


"Me help move back, need to keep monster from hitting again,"


He didn't have time to wait for an answer so with one swift motion he would bend down and scoop up the injured commander and carry him under his arm, being a blader in two handed his strength was above the average this game had to offer and in such Tirian had little more muscle than the steel his sword was made out of, he would nod his head in the direction of the hill and begin towards it taking off quickly, beckoning for the wolf and the girl to follow, then came the daunting task of making it there through the shakes of earth and such hopefully the whisper on top of his head could find some weakness they couldn't from the ground…..if not they could be screwed, his main focus though was the commander who rested beneath the muscle of his right arm.


Location ~ On top of the Golems head ~ Golem Boss
Shadow ~ Raiding Party


He had made it to the top of the beast he was king of the world……or so he thought just as he reached the peak of his destination the golem seemed pissed thrashing about forcing the young whisper to one knee, well fuck there had to be something here that he could strike to slow this damn creature down. He reached his hand forward and gripped between the cracks of the rock on the creatures head and had begun crawling moving slowly towards the front so as not to fall, his head though remained slightly off the ground so if the creature decided to start thrashing its head about he didn't get whiplash. He crawled ever so slowly timing down each second till his hand reached off the front side of the creatures head and slowly he pushed himself into a crouching position his hand curling around the chain and tightening it around the palm of his hand. He pulled it up and begun swinging it about timing everything about it watching and waiting.


When the creature turned his head to face the woman at his shoulder Shadow took a risk knowing that if he failed this he was as good as dead, he darted to the front of the head and leaped off still spinning the chained blade, as he fell through the air he rotated his body around and launched the blade forward aiming at the glowing eye upon the creatures skull, when it struck it would catch Shadow from falling to the ground below and allow for a rough landing upon the creatures shoulder hopefully he was safe…..but maybe today was not his day for assumptions….the golem emitted a piercing roar and jerked his head up pulling Shadow with him who emitted what seemed to be his own shout of a cross between fear and enjoyment as he spun through the air clenching tight to the chained blade.


"Oh Fuck, yay, but Oh Fuck I am gonna die right here I knew my life was gonna end in the middle of the air"


These words repeated over and over again….
 
Final Golem Move~

The Golem roared in absolute anguish and thrashed about wildly flinging the little itch from his back, but the timing could not have been any more perfect as the in game Clock turned to 12 noon. The Monsters movement stopped all at once, the Chains slackened and like that it fell to pieces, not dead but to become one with the hills it guarded. The time limit had expired and all that was left was the despair of the remaining players who could only guess at the number of their dead.
 
Location: Golem Hill Floor 1
People: Klugh~ Feather~ Tirian​
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Finally noon had come around, and with it came the end of the attack. Pale blue eyes lifted as the strain on her chain loosened, and the Golem's movements ceased completely. It simply...began to fall in pieces. Each piece grumbled into the ground, and soon nothing was left but a pile of rubble. Azmeryth's chain feel to the ground, and she found herself winding the chain up, and drawing her blade back to her waist where she clipped it, and made sure that is the stuck fast to where it was supposed to be. She was speechless...for all the trouble the best gave...it was very anti climatic when the beast disappeared. It was slightly disappointing. Nonetheless, she had other things to worry about.

Once she'd obtained her weapon, her eyes fell upon the area where Tirian had fell, and Temper, and the young girl had dragged him to safety. She'd then spotted the PKer by them. He had Tirian in his arms, and Temper, and the young Feather were following him out of harm's way. She ran after them, and was soon caught up to the group, Temper immediately moving to her side, but keeping a watchful eye on the barbarian.

"Is Tirian okay?"

Her voice sounded a bit more worried than she had meant it to, but she found she didnt much care. He'd shown he was worthy of trust....for now.​
 
Grand Masai
Tensa - Whoever


Noon Arrived, And Tensa didn't really have a care in the world what Happened, and simply started to practice smiting. He didn't even feel like going to Sucre d'Orge, the local café, as probably it might be more of a tavern or a bar. Sure, it seemed interesting for a for second, but he had to slap himself out of it, so be can go do anything too foolish. So, the The Ore, the hammer, and his anvil, The man started bashing on the melting ore, in attempt to Make a weapon, something that isn't his Rusty Paddle of a sword. Well, It couldn't even be called the sword, since it wasn't even sharp, and as it was full of rust, It had Durability problems. But It didn't matter to him, As long a he can Make a better sword, It wouldn't be too much of a problem, right? In fact, It even gave him the chance to have a cleaner sword, even now, he's Forming, Stuff, while the iron is still hot.


Weapons Smiting: Iron Two-handed Sword.
 
Morgana slumped to the ground when she saw that the monster was gone. She was dizzy from her efforts and felt like she was going to be sick. Tirian....she had seen him fall and she prayed he wasn't dead. Slowly she got to her feet. She just had to see for herself. He'd been so nice to her she couldn't just sit there and wonder about it. As she staggered in the direction she had last seen him she caught sight of the redhaired girl whose leg she'd helped. It had seemed to her that this girl also cared for Tirian.Morgana followed her, eager to be away from the carnage.
 
Location ~ Grand Masai Hills
Kaozuki ~ injured people

Kaozuki rushed around, tending to those who had been injured in the most clumsy way possible. First aid was waaaaaaaay out of her element so about the best she could do was figure out who was alive and who wasn't, then drag the living ones over to the ones who had taken healing as their art. It seemed so much more useful right now than cooking was. Cooking seemed utterly useless when they had dead and dying people lying all around. She'd been lucky. A good chunk of them hadn't, especially the ones who had run in first. She was pretty sure that none of those had survived. After a while, she just collapsed to her knees near the middle of the field of injured. She really wasn't cut out for this with all the casualties. Looking around, she saw more than just a few of the random monsters taking renewed interest in them now that the golem was gone. It was obvious that there were going to be a few more.
 
Location~ Floor 1 North East of Dungeon B.
Tirian~ Azmeryth, Feather, Klugh, Morgana, and Temper the wolf.

The sound of murmured voices echoed like a war drum in his ears as he slowly opened up his pale icy blue eyes to see a make shift sun. His lips were dry, cracked by the amount of air that had hit them in his unexpected flight. His instincts were dulled but profound all the same, as realized when he shot up and grasped for a sword that stood feet away from him. White hair fell over his face, making him look extremely messy to all of those people around him, but what he seemed to be to delirious to notice at that point, was he was being carried by a big man, in fact it was the very big man that was known as a Pker.

His first thought was of struggle, but that faded before it could really start. He glanced about and soon found multiple faces staring at him. The big man must have noticed too and put him down lightly, where he sat back on his rear in the long grass and looked up to each of his guests with confusion. "Umm?" he questioned turning as much as he could with his sustained wounds, turning to see the very slightly familiar deep purple clock work eyes; of the girl he had met in Grand Masai, the rude girl.

What was she doing here though? She had made it very clear that she wanted, nothing to do with him, and then… well wait.. where the actual hell was the golem at that? He glanced around again bewildered and estranged as he soon found himself staring snout to snout with a tamed wolf, that he had come to know as Temper. This only meant that the red haired girl he had seen get flung by the Golem was not far at all. He was right, he found as he soon caught sight of her light blue eyes as well, and noted the red crown and dress of hair that flowed over her shoulders. "Azmeryth.." he questioned trying to think back to that moment, but he was distracted as Morgana the Healer from the day prior ran up to him.

Why were all of them huddled around him like this, and what had happened that saved him from certain death. No doubt he had been attacked by the Golem, so why didn't he count among the 60 or so people that had lost their lives to the creature. He remembered the battle well, how everyone teamed together to face the creature that could not be beaten, he remembered glancing over at the healer, and then when Azmeryth had fallen to the monster he looked her way, and was turning just slowly enough that he had probably only escaped death by a mere portion of a second. His shield, and these people had saved him, and he had saved many others; that he could now see helping each other back to the city for relaxation.

"Heizen…" he growled.. Thinking only to himself what that fool of a man had caused as he clenched his fist and looked about the people that were around him. Some made sense, Azmeryth, Morgana, they made sense, but why was the raven haired little princess of High House still lingering near him as if she were worried? Had he labeled her wrong, at this point it seemed likely, but could he really expose that vulnerability openly, not quite. Tirian pushed up noting a small potion bottle laying near him. He now knew that one of them had healed him, but who was it, and another question why was Klugh here with him? "Not really trying to be rude to anyone but why are you guys here with me?" He asked with general confusion as he stepped back and turned to face Klugh as well. " You especially." Honestly he was questioning motives at this point, which came with senses of paranoia developed by a game that tested moral limitation and mental capacity for true LIFE Emersion.

"Also, who gave me the potion?" he asked looking to each of them, though honestly he couldn't reject a slight smile showing on his face when he glanced at those that had been in battle and survived it. God he probably looked like a dunce, fearlessly leading people and throwing out tactics, and then he was out for turning away and letting emotion rule him on the battlefield. It was pathetic, but somehow they had survived, and he was left the dread of returning to Grand Masai and all the ridicule. Least they didn't know his name, with the name Blocker he had activated before joining the fight. This was all except this bunch of course, because he introduced himself to all of them but Klugh. "God I feel like I was hit by a brick house…" he grumbled before glancing directly south where the Ore field was, could he really afford to just let that slip by right now?

It was a quick decision made as he started hobbling in the direction of the ore field, after all breaking routine this early on was just a bad idea even if he did just want to lay down in the cool grass near the fishing zone and rest. "Ermm.. go on back guys, meanwhile he was sending a message to Azmeryth, not as an insult to the rest but it was a promise of course.

Meet near the ore deposit south of this Location, I always keep my promises and you will sleep good tonight,

He thought to end it with that, but found his finger move without conscious thought.

Also. Thank you…

Aside from that each of them around him received a Friend request, it wasn't really for good purposes per say, but he had gotten a little shy, scared, whatever it was! He sent the message with the friend request.

Message me if you gave me the potion, or if you need help.

Everyone except Azmeryth got this message with their friend request. Tirian continued on though, needing his own time, and possibly buying time for him to be able to get at least one nights sleep before the berating started around the city. He deserved it, but who willing walked into a burning house when they had any preservation for themselves, and just like that the mind of man that liked to contradict himself answered that very question.

"When they had people to care about trapped in the house."
 
Location ~ Grand Masai Hills
Durendal ~ People

Durendal shrugged, having found this to be mostly a waste but it could have been worse. It wasn't like he lost anything. However, just like before, he had something to gain and gain it he would. Grabbing bunches of people together that were actually able to walk and fight, he drafted some forces to kill everything in between the hills and Grand Masai so the injured could be safely transported back. Of course, those who didn't want to were met with the "Do it or I'll make you one of the injured ones so you can be carried back" argument which worked pretty well. Once that bit was finished, he made a few passes around the pile of injured and headed off towards town, drawing his swords. He supposed it was time to vent his annoyance on some pitiful monsters that might be in his way. At the same time, he'd earn himself some more meatshields for the real push on the first boss.

"Pitiful," he muttered to himself as he observed the state of the others while he walked off.
 
(Flipped a Coin to decide whether you can do this npc base or Me Gming the attack and well I guess I'm Gming XD)

GM (Goblin Ambush on Durendal and 6 Random players at his control)

The Golem had stirred the wild, especially for today, and Goblins still lingered around the path leading back to Grand Masai. On one area however was a particular large amount of Goblins numbering around 18 It was hard to pick out which of them used ranged weaponry but they noticed the small group that followed behind a duel wielding Blader. A sharp his came from their green decayed lips and they sprung into action. The first four lined the path and brandished make shift shields and hand axes, as well as Maces. They stood their ground and pounded on their shield with a vicious war chant. On the other end a group of two Goblins on each side of them attempted to circle around the group. Of course four sat back a bit and watched reaching for their backs as they brandished Bows and arrows and took aim at the oncoming Players Luckily it was extremely open field where they fought, but where were the remaining six Goblins?
 
(Sure. Makes it simpler for me. If I assume a small number, it'll be unrealistic. If I assume a large number, people will whine. If you do it, no one's got any room to complain.)

Location ~ first floor hills ---> Grand Masai
Durendal ~ goblins

Durendal sighed, a bit glad he'd forcibly drafted a bunch of others. He wasn't really worried about himself but the fact was that he couldn't be in several places at once. At least this way, the other players had some sort of defense even if he considered it less than great meaning that he was free to do exactly what he wanted to, deal with them without too many distractions. Figuring he could take care of himself, he did things the most direct way possible and made his way straight towards the four goblins in the middle of the path. If the rest wanted to try to flank him, that was their business but then heads would roll.
 
GM (Goblins vs Durendal +6)

The Goblins clicked their tongues as they prepared for the attack, and just as expected the Blader shot forward into their fray. Two of them stepped to the side and waited with weapons at the ready while the others moved forward slightly and raised their shields, the moment Durendal would attack they would defend and aim to knock both the Blader's Swords Off balance Then the Goblins with weapons raised would hack at them him while off balance. The other Goblins Circling around jumped the remaining players behind Durendal. And the Archers waited. The moment Durendal would swing his weapons they would fire theirs simultaneously and try to get him with all four arrows. Still the 6 other Goblins were not in sight, but they were there.
 

Location ~ Western Hills Floor 1
Feather ~ Tirian, Klugh, Azmeryth, Morgana

Things happened pretty quick. Much too swift for Feather to consciously think about how she should respond to the ambush of people that carried Tirian away. Without that time to think the little raven found herself chasing after the ogre of a man, and the large gray wolf who looked completely out of place. She shouldn't have been surprised by the new arrivals... Nor should she have begun to think that this friendly man was still a friendless player. For a moment in the marketplace Feather convinced herself to believe that he'd relate to her loneliness, and somehow things would work out perfectly. But that's what happened when you act on emotion. Despite how trivial hopes were and how invested Feather was in the cold reality of things, needy passion got the better of her and now she was standing in the middle of an uncomfortably large group of people, waiting around for some guy to wake up who would probably be bothered by her presence. She cursed herself the entire walk, and even as he woke up and glanced around Feather was shaking her head and internally reciting every word that reflected how silly she'd been.

For a moment, as their eyes met, the flicker of hope rekindled her irate nerves. But soon enough he looked away and addressed someone else in the crowd, ghosting over her like she were invisible... or like he hoped she was, at least. For virtually no reason her stomach sunk, and the pride which forced her onto this field took a punch to the jaw. "Idiot..." Nothing more than a soft whisper came from her lips, and she doubted heavily that anyone would bother to hear it. So what if they did? She wouldn't be around long enough to be rebuked for her curse upon a nameless victim. Without another word she turned away and started back down the hill, her gaze steady upon the lake where bears likely awaited. Once more her face became a mask of cool indifference, unwavering even as Tirian questioned, now from a very small distance, about the potion she'd given him. It didn't matter. Her debt for being rude to him was repaid, and there was no point to confessing her sacrifice at this point. She continued on trying her best to be unfazed by the situation, and after a little while of walking her mask had settled fully in place. Indifference allowed her to focus on the potential threat of monsters as she picked her steps down toward the lake. If Feather could sneak by on her speedy feat, maybe she could escape the bear's notice... even so four blades were taken between her fingertips, poised to throw should a furry fiend pick find her a tasty treat. It wasn't too long of a walk back, but then again how could she tell? Despite how hard Feather focused on surviving, her mind was still back on the top of the hill, following around the strange group of people who unnerved her completely.

She was trying to forget it. Honestly. But the sudden chime of a player message threw her off balance, and she couldn't choke back the yelp of surprise. Scrambling to calm her distraught nerves, Feather threw her gaze to the friend request and read the short message that came with it. "Message me if you gave me the potion, or if you need help." Well, that message was a waste of time. She'd decided shortly after walking away that the potion would be forgotten. So unless one of the other claimed her act of "kindness", Tirian would probably never uncover the little mystery. And as for help- The deep groan of a bear answered before she had the chance to claim how stupid the offer had been. Feather tore her gaze from the screen only to find two enormously large beasts stalking her way. For a moment she was taken back by how realistic the monsters were. Even from a distance she could see slobber dribbling from their toothy maws, stained here and there by the bloody remains of fish from the pond. Their claws tore through the virtual earth they walked upon; instruments that could easily do the same to her armor-less flesh. There was no escaping this. The two fiends stood between her and the path back to Grand Masai, and she didn't doubt that the rustling near the forest's edge meant another few monsters lingering about. For the shortest moment, as the bears drew closer, the little elfin girl considered typing back a quick SOS to the man she'd just recently been mocking for pointless offers. But doing so would mean she needed help - a fact she'd been denying up until this point. More importantly than that, doing so would mean she was afraid... And fear would forever be the death of her. She couldn't afford to be afraid by this. All she could afford was to focus on surviving. "Bears have week points... As long as I can get to them, I should be okay."

Whether the words came out as brave as she intended or not, Feather cast the thoughts away and readied her blades. Silently she recited the obvious weak points that would lead her to safety. The eyes and face were obvious targets, but if she could get them to rear back on their hind legs, she could potentially launch a knife into their chest... "Bah! I don't have time for this!" Frustration finally gave way, and so rather than trying to think through the assault she darted sideways quickly, hoping to come a little closer to the western side of the lake before attacking. Eventually they caught on to her plan and redirected their path to intercept, leaving her little time to lift her hand and launch one of the long iron throwing knives into one of the bear's skulls. In her haste to respond the knife missed, nicking her target's ear and sending it into a frenzy. A sharp huff tumbled from her lips but rather than being discouraged Feather lifted another, this time taking a little more care in her aim. And when the second knife flew it connected, ramming straight between the target's eyes. Just like that the bear dissolved into empty space, pixels scattering and leaving only a scrap of material in its place. Feather was thrilled by the achievement - finally she tackled her fear of battling a monster head on, something other than a wolf. But the second bear wouldn't allow her to enjoy this fact very long. Without pause it dashed toward her with blinding speed, and she could hardly respond fast enough to launch two more knives simultaneously into the bear's head. Once more the beast disappeared, leaving her with a rush of adrenalin and the belief that she could, in fact, protect herself in this game.

Grinning triumphantly she sprung forward to collect the winnings - 10 GP and tuft of fur that would sell nicely. Hopefully this would make up for some of the winnings lost by that potion. Even if it didn't, she would still return to her carved out little tree knowing that she escaped a bear attack on her own. That was enough to get her moving with a smile, and so as she dumped the money and fur into her bag, Feather turned back to the western path that traced the pond... and found herself nearly face to face with another bear, two more at its flanks. This time she couldn't help but to scream, just as the frontmost monster reared back on its hind legs, two sets of claws ready to slash her into ribbons. All she could do to evade the assault was stumble backwards messily and draw forth four more blades from the bag she already had her hands in. The first two missed, skimming off to the bear's sides and disappearing behind its mass. But the third blade found its mark in the bear's chest, giving her only a short moment to catch her breath during its death before the other two bears bore down on her. She couldn't do anything now. Stupidly Feather allowed herself to be backed up against a rock, and there was no place to run to. As they launched forward she shakily pulled out three more blades, her mind reeling from the shock and fear of it all to move an inch. "Is this the end for me?"​
 
Location ~ first floor hills ---> Grand Masai
Durendal ~ goblins

Durendal honestly didn't care about these little attempts at tactics. Slowing on his approach, he led with a high horizontal slash feint to bait the shields when he got into range and dropped into a crouch and doing an ankle level sweep with the right blade. He was going to take out at least a few of these right away but it was fine. He'd just play the meatshield game soon and all would be well. While he couldn't make out the goblins in the back clearly, he could tell exactly what they were by how they moved and as long as he was careful, he probably wouldn't have to pay them much heed at all.
 
GM (Goblins vs Durendal)

Two Goblins quickly felt their legs get cut out as they fell over and Shattered, but the two on either side of Durendal came in to strike at that point. Lunging in to try and hack at him. The Players behind him were doing well to handle the Goblins but 6 others joined in now overwhelming them slightly. Durendal ducking had helped him avoid the arrows but they were already, readying another arrow each and preparing to get him for sure this time. They let fly the Arrows as the other Goblins near Durendal continued to try and hack at him from both sides. They weren't great opponents, but that was expected on floor 1 of the game. 10 at the back, 4 archers at range and 2 squaring off on Durendal a decent skirmish.
 
Location ~ first floor hills ---> Grand Masai
Durendal ~ goblins

Durendal finished his swing and dashed past the goblin to his left, bringing his left sword back around for a slice at the side of its neck. Honestly, he'd wanted to deal with the archers early on. Protecting people who couldn't move from arrows was a lot harder than dodging them but it seemed that they weren't the most fighting savvy bunch back there. Not waiting to see what the goblins would do, he started backpedalling towards the group to lend a hand. If he'd decided to go after the archers, he'd surely kill them but then if the others screwed up the injured ones would die too before he could get back and that'd be no good, now would it? So as much as he hated it, he'd have to put up with the archers a little longer.
 
GM (Goblin vs Durendal)

Another good two or three were killed by the party but the arrows were let fly as well and hit one of the players with three arrows another with one. Durendal offed another Goblin and the other one facing him ran back towards the Archer. Now 7 people faced about 8 Goblins and the Archers were readying to kill off the two players they had started with. Another Goblin moved in lunging with a flying mace strike to try and his Durendal on the head while he helped the group.
 
Locations ~ The top of the hills ~ Golem boss Floor 1
Klugh ~ Tirian/Feather/Temper and Azmeryth/Morgana


Once they had made it to the top of the hills Klugh had laid the injured warrior down pulling out the cloak he had bought from the store previously to add to his appeal in this world and laying it over the injured commander. His eyes focused on the wolf and turned back to the boss at hand watching for a moment as it seemed to falter its head thrown back in a seemingly roar type fashion before it doubled over and became nothing Klugh allowed a small hefty sigh leave his lips but once his eyes glanced over the area he saw the numbers that remained estimating that at least half of their raiding party had been wiped clean…and the other half had suffered hefty injuries. His eyes rotated over the battlefield coming to search for the bastard that brought them all here to pretty much die but when he didn't see him his eyes dropped down to the red headed girl that had ran up questioning about the commander.


"He be fine just need rest."


Almost as if on a set schedule the eyes of their so fearless leader opened slightly to gaze upon the group that huddled around him, Klugh stood there his eyes still searching the battlefield he had little worry that the man with the shield and sword could handle himself he stepped forward and was beginning to walk away until the question seemed to dance upon his mind the man questioning the larger man's appearance Klugh simply answered rather quickly to the man's question.


"You good commander, you die hope lost everybody die, other commander dirty get my blade to face you be safe…"


With that Klugh stalked off beginning his way down the path towards the lake and the girl he had taken Tirian from, he saw her stalk alone and wanted to make sure that she herself would be alright these parts near the boss would be fraught with creatures and he knew that most likely one person alone wouldn't be able to defend himself. He continued forward a few more feet before the friend request popped up at the bottom within range to see the name of most likely one of the players though when the message danced alongside the request he knew immediately the commander was the one that sent the message he accepted the request and knew soon that Tirian would be rushing to see the small girl since she did lay the potion by his head he had watched from the hill. His thoughts though shattered at the piercing scream of a female by the river, he took off his mighty feet pounding against the soft earth as he tore towards the lake. In a few minutes he sat off to the side and eyed the brown fur of the creatures that bore down upon the small girl.


He tore across the dirt his hand gripping the hilt of his sword as the first of the two creatures heaved up on its mighty hind legs to tear into the small girl, he roared in anger swing the mighty two handed sword forward to slam into the chest of the bear making it disappear the instance the metal tore into the fur and skin of the creatures body, unfortunately this put the massive man in a point for the bears claws to rip down his body forcing a grunt of pain out of the man and the sword to hit the ground. He grunted in pain for a second before slamming his hand into the bears face just as it roared at the man, his other hand curling around the hilt of his mighty blade and shifting it upward through the bears skull. Pushing until the creature faded its body disappearing, Klugh gave another slight growl only in victory this time claiming half of the stuff that fell from the bears bodies, he shifted his shoulders back a second before he turned around and met eyes with the female. He offered his giant hand forward to help the girl up a small smile crawling upon his lips.


"You shouldn't be here alone, lots of creatures come to call of beast…"


Location ~ Golem Boss ~ Upon the Golems body
Shadow ~ Golem Raid Party


He had moved with the golems jerking head holding on tightly with both hands on the chain, oh shit if he falls he is going to die, his eyes had closed at this point dreading when the golem broke free and broke every bone in his body of course crushing him and ending his life, but once again just like everything else he had done today he would only be hurt more instead of death. The golem finally curled up mixing with the hills he had come from forcing the young whisper swinging about to fall out of the air, he glided through the air as if he could fly that was until he fell into the arms of one of the giants that had been holding the chains, thank god she had been there to catch him, other wise his eyes traversed to the bar of health that rested in the corner of his screen that was blinking red. He could only chuckle to himself hopping from the larger girls arms patting her shoulder before taking off to join the crew of healers to have his health repaired sitting amongst the ranks of the injured people.. This is where he stayed until he was taken care of course he just had to wait.


By the time they had made it to him many of the healers were free so he got multiple treatment eventually his health jumping just slightly back above half. A smile crossed his lips as he nodded in the direction of the healers before taking off across the battlefield and stopping among the hills with the group of other people standing next to the reaper who had been thrown about earlier and the other healer woman….but once Tirian got up and began moving away so did the whisper to catch up with the sword and shield user. He stepped next to him and spoke, his words loud enough for the man to hear.


"Hey you seem over average with Strategies not many people would be able to do some commanding like you did out there and the hope you put into people made it all the better do you mind if I added you?"
 
Location ~ first floor hills ---> Grand Masai
Durendal ~ goblins

Durendal took a step to the right and turned halfway around, swinging his left blade up in a windshield wiper motion at the arm that held the mace as it came down. Turning all the way around, he dashed the rest of the way back to the group, slashing down with his right sword at the back of one of the goblins and turned halfway around again so he could keep tabs on the archers. Goblins weren't exactly known for strength, nor stealth, nor skill, nor power but they were known for coming in numbers and being a general annoyance.
 
GM (Goblins vs Durendal)

Three more Goblins were cut down by the players and Durendal was doing well to carve his way through the bastards as well, the only fault was he was not in area to deflect the oncoming rain of arrows. 2 more hit one of the players and like that he shrunk to his knees and shattered right there in front of the rest of the party which inspired rage AND fear. They cleaned up another leaving only the Archers when all was said and done, and the single melee Goblin that charged at them. Arrows flying beside him to claim their targets. Arrows were deflected easily. and the players charged ahead ready to kill the archers at this point. the battle was pretty much over the question was would Durendal steal more of the kills or let them have their moment of "Spartan" like victory?
 
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