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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Dec 26, 2012 2:27:15 GMT -8
Dogrim eyed the pebble curiously before slipping it into one of his many pockets. Stepping through the doorway the Dwarf turned for half a moment glancing at the odd man. "Despite my previous misconceptions it appears yer quite resourceful. Much appreciated. No offense, but hopefully I won't be seeing ya for a while." Turning forward the Dogrim trudged off through the forest looking the cabin. Unfortunately after a few minutes rain began to fall heavily adding to the Dwarfs misery. "Hate trees," he grumbled ringing out his beard as he stepped over a log. Off to bigger and better things it seemed.
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Post by DM Two on Dec 29, 2012 16:33:12 GMT -8
As the dwarf moves through the rainy forest he most likely does not realize he is being watched. Adasser Raegnir and his merry band of thieves sat amongst the trees waiting to ambush someone and hope to get enough money to afford medicine for the dying little girl back at the camp. Adasser had given up his noble heritage to come to this dirty woods. He felt as though it were his calling to come out into this rough untamed wilderness, which was conveniently located near a city in case he failed to hunt correctly. With him he brought his trusted friends Pephennas, whom he knew little about, and Landir, a tall stocky gentlemen his parents allowed Addaser to take with him after the formal request to making a daring escape from his room.
They had been sitting here all day waiting for someone to come along, not realizing that very few people bothered to come in to these forests, and the few who did had little money. So it was that Addaser was so excited he almost forgot to jump out of his tree and use the line he had been practicing all day.
As the elf leapt gracefully out of the tree, he made sure to bow before speaking his lines.
"Ho friend! In the native tongue of this wretched city, give me your money or I shall cut thee!" he exclaimed happily while brandishing an elven rapier.
With perfect timing Pephennas and Landir popped out of the tree to flank the dwarf. Adesser thought they looked fabulously intimidating and that his first heist would be a rousing success.
(OOC: As positive reinforcement for you posting, here are some stuck up knife ears for you to kill.)
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Dec 31, 2012 1:19:15 GMT -8
((OOC Soooo. I can't remember what weapons I have on me and I looked through my posts and can't figure it out. SO, I what I DO know is I don't have my battleaxe yet or my armor and I think I've lost one of my throwing axes. So, I am going to operate under that assumption, lemme know if it's wrong and I'll adjust.))
The Dwarf couldn't help but grin. "Lad, ye picked a bad day to be trying to steal from me." Watching out of the corner of his eye the Dwarf noted to two men dropping down behind him. Winking at the elf Dogrim flashed him a toothy grin out from behind his scruffy bright beard. "You're done," said the Dwarf. Before the elf, whatever his name was, could swing his rapier Dogrim grabbed his heavy trusty hammer ,Dyrnwyn, from his belt and lashed out forward aiming to simply smash the elf's head into oblivion.
(Should be it my bad)
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Post by DM Two on Jan 18, 2013 15:55:28 GMT -8
Addaser's head was smacked with a sickening (or if you happen to be a dwarf, orc, or some other type of violent, satisfying) crack as he fell to the ground.
As he began trying to get himself up, his comrades Pephannes and Landir looked first with initial shock and then rage.
Landir pulled out his elven long sword and immediately charged for an all out attack against the dwarf, swinging his sword down onto the squat head.
Pephannes, feeling no such loyalty to the injured Addaser, began to climb up the tree with elven agility, throwing a knife haphazardly at the dwarf. He misses and hits Landir in the leg, causing him to trip as his downward slash turns into a thrust at the dwarf's eye. (It's a feint disengage, but done in an accidental manner)
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Feb 9, 2013 14:35:33 GMT -8
Taking a stumbling step back, putting him out of reach, his momentum throw off Dogrim let out a roar of frustration, sending birds and animals nearby scurry in all directions. Watching with mild disbelief at the situation unfolding around him he couldn't help but laugh. "Stupid Elves, can't even run away properly," he muttered to himself. Quickly stepping stepping forward he stomped down hard at the prone Elf with the knife in his leg. Glancing down at the Elf who's head he smashed he paused quizzically looking down at him watching the idiot try to pull himself up. They didn't really get back up after a blow like that normally. "Oh well," he muttered to himself. "Doesn't really matter either way." Squatting down next to the still prone Elf he poked him in the ribs with his hammer, all the while looking for some sort of knife or weapon that the idiot might have stashed away. He highly doubted that the Elf would have been able to stand up properly, let alone fight, but it didn't hurt to be cautious. "What's yer name boy?" he asked.
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