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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 20, 2018 21:51:04 GMT
"Dogs? What!?" Donal called, not sure he had heard Tim right. "There aren't any dogs. Stop acting a fool and get out of the river before it's too dark for us to find the bloody farm."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 20, 2018 22:01:29 GMT
Everyone but Donal can hear the sound of barking dogs approaching, and can adequately judge their direction. No one sees the enemy just yet. Upon hearing the dogs which indicated that they had been discovered or were about to be discovered, Alyn cursed Pete under his breath. He moved to his horse and mounted. He looked around at the group. Judging by their startled looks all but Donal appeared to have heard the new commotion. "Donal! Dogs!" he hissed. Hoping that Donal had heard him, Alyn disappeared into the darkness, looking to find an advantageous hiding point from where he might be able to work out what was happening. Stealth: 60 (Concealment) Observation: 21
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 20, 2018 22:06:24 GMT
Since Donal was clearly incapable of paying attention, Tim resumed his search for a hiding place. It wasn't his problem if Donal was too stupid to listen to him.
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Post by The Raven on Apr 20, 2018 22:11:52 GMT
“Really, Harlan” she whispered, not believing the cannibalism, it seemed far too far fetched abd to be this close to the town... no. Was he punishing her for going to the Islet? She’d thought at least one of them would be more mature. With a sigh, she tried to creep to the barn door to take a look at this so called cannibal. Stealth 55 There was indeed a rather large figure there, well over seven feet tall, shirtless, miscrafted by some lazy god, covered in blood, and wrapping various human body parts in paper. As a healer, Barley was no stranger to gore, but this was the first time she had ever seen a man (he was obviously not a 'gollum') treat his kills so... inhumanly. The butcher paused in his singing to pick his own nose with the the dead man's finger still attached to a very fresh arm and murmur 'thankoo' to it. Barley could tell that the body was still quite fresh from the way the limbs and digits moved. Beside the giant lay the flayed skin of the stranger and it was the easiest thing to tell he had been a fair-haired Andal of some kind. Of all the sensory information Barley managed to gather, the smell was by far the most unbearable. It was impossible for her to tell the source directly, but she could well imagine this barn had served as a workshop during wartime as well as peace.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 20, 2018 22:28:15 GMT
Everyone but Donal can hear the sound of barking dogs approaching, and can adequately judge their direction. No one sees the enemy just yet. Upon hearing the dogs which indicated that they had been discovered or were about to be discovered, Alyn cursed Pete under his breath. He moved to his horse and mounted. He looked around at the group. Judging by their startled looks all but Donal appeared to have heard the new commotion. "Donal! Dogs!" he hissed. Hoping that Donal had heard him, Alyn disappeared into the darkness, looking to find an advantageous hiding point from where he might be able to work out what was happening. Stealth: 60 (Concealment) Observation: 21 Donal heard Alyn saying his name and turned to see him rushing off toward the horses. It was also at this point that Donal realized that perhaps he might not be able to hear the dogs everyone seemed to be reacting to because he was missing an ear, not to mention his hearing had never been the envy of anyone. "Shit." Donal cursed. Lord Wylchester's guardsmen had found them, in the dark no less. As panic set in among his comrades, Donal rose to the occasion as always, crafting a masterful and well though out plan. "The law is upon us! Quick!" He cried. "To the horses!" Then he fled after Alyn for the horses, confident the others would follow him. If they didn't like his leadership they could stay and befriend the dogs, and possibly a very irate guard captain.
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Post by The Raven on Apr 21, 2018 4:23:33 GMT
(Blue stars are bandit groups and red stars are cannibals.) As Alyn and Donal reach the old willow tree, the party finds themsselves in a pincer movement by two strangers. The first man approaches on horseback from the west, decked in chaimail and carrying a rather expensive crossbow no doubt pillaged during the war. He has a thick beard and and a thicker plumage of black hair that shot up like angry briars. He rides towards the old willow tree, intent on halting the runaways. The second man appears from the south, also bearing chaimail and a similar crossbow of a different design. Like his brother, he has the same shock of black hair standing straight up, but he is cleanshaven with a broken nose. He cries "Gettim, bitches!" and lo, three large hounds rush out of the tall grass towards Daven and Vex. Tim has already found his overhang, and quickly dips himself in the river, slipping out of sight while his allies fight for their lives. This was not a great day for camaraderie. (Alyn fails his concealment roll, but does reach his horse. Tim receives 2 points to Observation, and will a bonus to Stealth rolls in the event someone comes looking for him.) *** Adding to Harlan's nervous condition is the wobbly nature of the ladder. At least one rung is one strong tug from being ripped from the wall. But he makes the climb with a modicum of grace. From above, he can see the giant more clearly. He is tall and his arms are long and strong, but his back is crooked. Harlan can see that his right leg bends the wrong way. But the scoundrel saw no reason to doubt his neck couldn't be twisted as deftly as a chicken's if he came too close to the abomination. Near the butcher sat the same pile of skin Barley had spied earlier. But Harlan can clearly make out the dead man's belongings. Fine clothes, a large pouch, something like a ring or necklace shining in the light of the lantern, signs of a wealth that had failed to save ts owner. (+1 to Observation)
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Post by Harlan on Apr 21, 2018 5:08:22 GMT
Harlan’s first thought was to crush the abomination. He looked around for something he could potentially push or throw onto the monstrosity from above.
(Observation: 31)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 21, 2018 6:47:14 GMT
Not a few bells earlier Donal had faced down six guardsmen and lived to tell the tale. Nay, not just lived, bested them. And not moments ago he had cut down a madman, who had murdered many an innocent. If some inbred smallfolk playing soldier thought they could scare him, they were sorely mistaken. It was they who should be scared of him.
He used his sword to cut his stolen mount free from the tree and then threw himself upon it as quickly as he could, directing it toward the bearded stranger and raising his shield to block what was sure to be an incoming crossbow bolt. "After me!" He called to Alyn, hoping the two could take this opponent as they had just taken Pete while the other gang members distracted the dogs and the broken-nosed man.
(OOC: Swords (+5 Against Leather) 63, Chain, Shield, Horsemanship 43. Tool of the Trade: +5 to rolls and +5 damage, +10 to rolls with shield when using his shield to defend against ranged shots. Donal has 2 medium wounds for -30.)
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Post by Vex on Apr 21, 2018 10:29:42 GMT
"Fuck," breathed Vex, who'd been ran down by dogs one too many times in the past. If she'd had any say in it, all the dogs in the world would have been trapped on an island somewhere along with the rest of the trash. A peculiar tune started playing in her head and she looked about quickly to see if anything would give her a strategical advantage against the five or, alternatively, if she could map out the best escape route. (41 Observation)
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Post by Taero of Myr on Apr 21, 2018 13:06:22 GMT
Daven fires an arrow at the fastest dog while trying to find the nearest high point for him to climb out of reach of the dog's teeth.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 21, 2018 13:59:45 GMT
He used his sword to cut his stolen mount free from the tree and then threw himself upon it as quickly as he could, directing it toward the bearded stranger and raising his shield to block what was sure to be an incoming crossbow bolt. "After me!" He called to Alyn, hoping the two could take this opponent as they had just taken Pete while the other gang members distracted the dogs and the broken-nosed man. Alyn saw at once what Donal's plan was. He followed Donal seeking to place the younger earless man, armed with shield and plate armor, between him and the line of fire from the crossbow of the black bearded man. At least until, they engaged in close combat. If the bearded man loosed a bolt at them, Alyn would swerve and then seek to engage him. Horsemanship: 40 Small Blades: 79 Plate Armor (no penalty for wearing) Observation: 21
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 21, 2018 15:26:50 GMT
Safe in his hiding place, Tim decided to wait and see what happened. He wasn't opposed to helping his comrades, but he wanted to make sure he took the smallest risk possible. So he'd let them engage the enemy before attempting to move.
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Post by Barley on Apr 21, 2018 16:34:17 GMT
There was indeed a rather large figure there, well over seven feet tall, shirtless, miscrafted by some lazy god, covered in blood, and wrapping various human body parts in paper. As a healer, Barley was no stranger to gore, but this was the first time she had ever seen a man (he was obviously not a 'gollum') treat his kills so... inhumanly. The butcher paused in his singing to pick his own nose with the the dead man's finger still attached to a very fresh arm and murmur 'thankoo' to it. Barley could tell that the body was still quite fresh from the way the limbs and digits moved. Beside the giant lay the flayed skin of the stranger and it was the easiest thing to tell he had been a fair-haired Andal of some kind. Of all the sensory information Barley managed to gather, the smell was by far the most unbearable. It was impossible for her to tell the source directly, but she could well imagine this barn had served as a workshop during wartime as well as peace. Barley covered her mouth to hold in a gasp as she moved back out of sight of the... gollum. the smell alone would have been enough to knock her backwards if she had not already been stepping that way. Much like Harlan, terror grappled at her and tried to make her panic, but she pushed the feeling down in order to think what to do. She could go back the way she came, leave the others to their fate and live our her life happily trying to remove the image from her head. She however did not want to be alone... at least with someone else she could feed them to the creature as she escaped herself. She obviously knew it was a human and not a gollum or a creature, but it looked so inhuman that creature seemed appropriate for the monstrosity. She decided to follow Harlan up the ladder, to try and get him to come down and escape with her. Agility 30?
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Post by The Raven on Apr 22, 2018 2:09:44 GMT
Daven is apparently a much better shot than either of the brothers and plants an arrow in the occipital lobe of Alys, who loved nothing more than lazing about by the fire and getting belly rubs from her owners. Almost invoking a primordial form of vengeance, her two sisters quickly close the distance towards Daven, who finds his bow useless and must switch to his knife.
A crossbow bolt flies harmlessly past Vex as she notes she could simply ride east, with her companions keeping their hosts distracted.
Alyn's latest cowardice pays off as the mounted opponent takes aim at the closer Donal instead. Fortunately for Donal, the bolt merely grazes past a chain link in his armor.
Both brothers, frustrated with their aim and not willing to waste time reloading, switch to longswords. Almost avoiding Alyn, Cyrus charges at the obviously wounded Donal instead, crying aloud, "It's Longpecker hisself! I seen dat armor afore!! Watch yerself!!"
Cleanshaven Fenton on foot, ready to impress his elder brother, charges the cyclopean woman on the horse whilst surmising, "Dis must be Longpecker's peckering meat den!!"
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Harlan steps on the wrong board, thereby offering scientific proof that the monster had better hearing than Donal Beake. Suddenly, the deformed face is looking directly at Harlan. "Hoo dat?! Yoo want to be meat too, ehh?!" He reaches up to grab the edge of the loft, an easy task, and begins pulling it down along with Harlan. Barley manages to duck back outside, hanging onto the frame of the entrance as she watches Harlan land uncomfortably in a large pile of hay and human remains. It is probably best not to think about what specific bone might be poking into his backside. The creature looks down at him, blocking out the lantern light.
"Pretty skin... Yoo must eat fruits..." It says admiringly before approaching.
(+1 to Daven's archery. Small Wound to harlan, who may draw whatever weapon he has to defend himself. Barley remains undetected with a +1 to Agility.)
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Post by Taero of Myr on Apr 22, 2018 2:22:03 GMT
Daven looks at the knife in his hand wishing he had spent more time learning how to fight with it, rather then just using it for butchering and eating dogs. He takes a step back holding it out so it's between him and the two remaining dogs. For good measure he clutches an arrow in his other hand ready to stab the shit out of anything that comes close to him.
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