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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 2412361" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>Rage of the barbarian</strong></p><p></p><p>Gronar backs away from the covered door, a breeze he can't feel seems to cause the fur covering to undulate like a slow snake. His right hand moves to his chest and he feels the gouges raked across his breastbone, pulling his hand away he feels his blood dripping off the ends of his finger tips. Gronar licks the lifeblood off his fingers as a slow burning rage takes hold in his heart. Gronar uses his own blood to fuel the fire of hate that his heart so wants to fan.</p><p></p><p>Paquito hefts Finrod up off the ground, and shoves him towards Korg.</p><p></p><p>"Heal him." Paquito mutters </p><p></p><p>The minotaur takes a step back and focuses on the wooden cap to the tower. Old and weathered, the wood stands defiant against the cold north wind that assuredly blows across it's faded planks. "This ought to burn easily" Paquito thought to himself.</p><p></p><p>Caught off guard by the incoming elf, Korg's attention is slapped away from the bleeding Gronar back to the burnt, battered husk of Finrod. Clasping the elf's head with both hands, Korg unleashes the most powerful healing granted him by Umtala. Finrod's face loses the bruising tinge caused by the foot of Gronar. His nose, once twisted and smashed into his skull, rights itself and protrudes back to it's original distance from his face. </p><p></p><p>A low growl escapes from the snarling lips of Gronar, astonishment and pain mix to reach into his heritage and pull out an internal rage that resides in his race's past. Adrenalin is pumped frantically throughout his body as his mind focuses his eyes like a tunnel onto the fur covering and the despicable creature that lies cowering behind it. His tongue sought out the air around him, he did not taste fear.... yet. This creature must be taught to fear him, the creature will be taught the limits of it's own mortality.</p><p></p><p>Gronar shifted his weight and secured the balls of his feet beneath him, in one fluid movement the hill giant dove at the pelt of the animal guarding passage into the tower's interior, guarding the whereabouts of his victim. </p><p></p><p>Paquito mouthed the words of his spell softly, no need to alert anyone else what his thinking was. Korg and Finrod weren't going anywhere and Gronar could handle himself. His verbal machinations completed, power surged up through his feet and propelled itself up and out towards the clawed hands of the minotaur. Paquito allowed himself to savor the feeling like an addiction for just a moment before extending his hands up and towards the wooden top of the tower. A stream of heat and fire erupted from Paquito's hands, the stream roiled in flight as it raced towards the dry cracked roof and freedom from the constraints the spell placed on it. </p><p></p><p>The scorching ray slammed into the wood and engulfed the dehydrated material like a child finding it's lost blanket. The wooden beams lit up like tinder, free from the small are the spell forced it into, the fire relished in moving over every inch of exposed wood, then it found the underside of the wood. Deafening snaps and cracks echoed off the far away tree-like structure and as if a thousand years of weight had been lifted from it's shoulders, the roof gave in and collapsed into the center of the tower. </p><p></p><p>"Korg save Elfy life again. Korg think make Elfy pay for prayers." The hill giant contemplates aloud</p><p></p><p>"Sure I'll pay up right after you reimburse me for the damage you did to me pack while stomping on it." Finrod answers</p><p></p><p>"Korg saving Elfy then too, Elfy pay double." Korg replies, as he watches Gronar fling himself into the tower. "Wait, Korg go help Gronar."</p><p></p><p>Finrod relaxes a bit, his nose still hurt and was a little swollen, but he could breathe out of it. He grasped the hilt of his elven longsword and in the reflection of the blade, saw the stream of fire crash into the top of the tower. Finrod stumbles forward in haste, vowing not to have anymore burning troll carcasses land on top of him again. He was just about to ask Paquito what he thought he was doing when then roof collapsed, drowning out any hope of conversation.</p><p></p><p>Gronar's body as bulky as it was glided through the air like a practiced gymnast. He timed the swing of his greatsword so that the fur door would come in contact with the minimalist amount of blade. Gronar didn't want to face his victim with the blade of his sword wrapped in smelly fur. The fur gave passage willingly and Gronar landed on his chest, bounced up enough to get his knees under him, then squinted his eyes looking for movement. </p><p></p><p>Gronar knelt on a dirt floor, but his aching knees told him there was stone not that far beneath him. The walls were as undecorated as the last tower and just as filthy, he spotted some deliberate dark markings on the wall to his left, and thought them writing which was beyond his grasp. His query made no attempt to leap at him through the dirtied air, Gronar gripped his hilt tighter, he hated sneaky types. </p><p></p><p>He vision alighted up the walls towards the roof and fell upon his prey climbing nearly towards the top. Gronar's heart sank and this pushed his rage even further. "How dare stinky troll try to run." Gronar thought, then a cascading roar fell upon the tower's interior as the roof caught fire. The troll paused unsure of what to do, it looked back down at the stoic Gronar and again at the burning roof, and decide to continue it's climb. </p><p></p><p>Gronar pivoted beginning a move that would get him outside of the tower and hopefully around it before the troll could flee. Then the crackling sounds increased and Gronar froze, peering up at the roof, he watched as it come crashing down. His eyes went to the troll and watched as the creature lost it's grip on the tower's wall and was tumbling down towards the floor ahead of the burning roof. Gronar held his breath, held his hands, and held his gaze, the twisting troll's form dropped closer to the waiting giant, it's eyes locked onto Gronar's and it flexed it's claws and legs. The troll turned and positioned itself for a raked landing upon Gronar's body, but the hill giant was ready. </p><p></p><p>Gronar knew the card he held was better than the one the troll was going to play. Just before the troll could strike at him, Gronar turned his blade flat and swing it up like a club at the falling troll. The sword crumpled the falling troll and threw it's broken body up and into the falling debris of the roof. Gronar then brought his sword's hilt back to his face as he ready for the troll to impale it's burning form onto his blade. The troll caught fire and squirmed against it's mortal foe as the weight of the roof brought it's body down and through the blade of Gronar. For the giant, the world went black and red and centuries old wood aflame with hungry fire slammed into. The giant stood his ground as the fire licked it's way around Gronar exposed flesh, when the sound of falling roof had ceased, Gronar opened his eyes to stand in a field of fire with his victim staring back at him. Gronar's blade was pushed up through the troll so that it's mouth was forced open by the invading sword. The tip of Gronar's greatsword poked out from the top of the troll's oily haired head. His legs burned and his nostrils flared looking for oxygen, but he heart felt at peace and the rage slowly seeped from his muscles.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 2412361, member: 11574"] [b]Rage of the barbarian[/b] Gronar backs away from the covered door, a breeze he can't feel seems to cause the fur covering to undulate like a slow snake. His right hand moves to his chest and he feels the gouges raked across his breastbone, pulling his hand away he feels his blood dripping off the ends of his finger tips. Gronar licks the lifeblood off his fingers as a slow burning rage takes hold in his heart. Gronar uses his own blood to fuel the fire of hate that his heart so wants to fan. Paquito hefts Finrod up off the ground, and shoves him towards Korg. "Heal him." Paquito mutters The minotaur takes a step back and focuses on the wooden cap to the tower. Old and weathered, the wood stands defiant against the cold north wind that assuredly blows across it's faded planks. "This ought to burn easily" Paquito thought to himself. Caught off guard by the incoming elf, Korg's attention is slapped away from the bleeding Gronar back to the burnt, battered husk of Finrod. Clasping the elf's head with both hands, Korg unleashes the most powerful healing granted him by Umtala. Finrod's face loses the bruising tinge caused by the foot of Gronar. His nose, once twisted and smashed into his skull, rights itself and protrudes back to it's original distance from his face. A low growl escapes from the snarling lips of Gronar, astonishment and pain mix to reach into his heritage and pull out an internal rage that resides in his race's past. Adrenalin is pumped frantically throughout his body as his mind focuses his eyes like a tunnel onto the fur covering and the despicable creature that lies cowering behind it. His tongue sought out the air around him, he did not taste fear.... yet. This creature must be taught to fear him, the creature will be taught the limits of it's own mortality. Gronar shifted his weight and secured the balls of his feet beneath him, in one fluid movement the hill giant dove at the pelt of the animal guarding passage into the tower's interior, guarding the whereabouts of his victim. Paquito mouthed the words of his spell softly, no need to alert anyone else what his thinking was. Korg and Finrod weren't going anywhere and Gronar could handle himself. His verbal machinations completed, power surged up through his feet and propelled itself up and out towards the clawed hands of the minotaur. Paquito allowed himself to savor the feeling like an addiction for just a moment before extending his hands up and towards the wooden top of the tower. A stream of heat and fire erupted from Paquito's hands, the stream roiled in flight as it raced towards the dry cracked roof and freedom from the constraints the spell placed on it. The scorching ray slammed into the wood and engulfed the dehydrated material like a child finding it's lost blanket. The wooden beams lit up like tinder, free from the small are the spell forced it into, the fire relished in moving over every inch of exposed wood, then it found the underside of the wood. Deafening snaps and cracks echoed off the far away tree-like structure and as if a thousand years of weight had been lifted from it's shoulders, the roof gave in and collapsed into the center of the tower. "Korg save Elfy life again. Korg think make Elfy pay for prayers." The hill giant contemplates aloud "Sure I'll pay up right after you reimburse me for the damage you did to me pack while stomping on it." Finrod answers "Korg saving Elfy then too, Elfy pay double." Korg replies, as he watches Gronar fling himself into the tower. "Wait, Korg go help Gronar." Finrod relaxes a bit, his nose still hurt and was a little swollen, but he could breathe out of it. He grasped the hilt of his elven longsword and in the reflection of the blade, saw the stream of fire crash into the top of the tower. Finrod stumbles forward in haste, vowing not to have anymore burning troll carcasses land on top of him again. He was just about to ask Paquito what he thought he was doing when then roof collapsed, drowning out any hope of conversation. Gronar's body as bulky as it was glided through the air like a practiced gymnast. He timed the swing of his greatsword so that the fur door would come in contact with the minimalist amount of blade. Gronar didn't want to face his victim with the blade of his sword wrapped in smelly fur. The fur gave passage willingly and Gronar landed on his chest, bounced up enough to get his knees under him, then squinted his eyes looking for movement. Gronar knelt on a dirt floor, but his aching knees told him there was stone not that far beneath him. The walls were as undecorated as the last tower and just as filthy, he spotted some deliberate dark markings on the wall to his left, and thought them writing which was beyond his grasp. His query made no attempt to leap at him through the dirtied air, Gronar gripped his hilt tighter, he hated sneaky types. He vision alighted up the walls towards the roof and fell upon his prey climbing nearly towards the top. Gronar's heart sank and this pushed his rage even further. "How dare stinky troll try to run." Gronar thought, then a cascading roar fell upon the tower's interior as the roof caught fire. The troll paused unsure of what to do, it looked back down at the stoic Gronar and again at the burning roof, and decide to continue it's climb. Gronar pivoted beginning a move that would get him outside of the tower and hopefully around it before the troll could flee. Then the crackling sounds increased and Gronar froze, peering up at the roof, he watched as it come crashing down. His eyes went to the troll and watched as the creature lost it's grip on the tower's wall and was tumbling down towards the floor ahead of the burning roof. Gronar held his breath, held his hands, and held his gaze, the twisting troll's form dropped closer to the waiting giant, it's eyes locked onto Gronar's and it flexed it's claws and legs. The troll turned and positioned itself for a raked landing upon Gronar's body, but the hill giant was ready. Gronar knew the card he held was better than the one the troll was going to play. Just before the troll could strike at him, Gronar turned his blade flat and swing it up like a club at the falling troll. The sword crumpled the falling troll and threw it's broken body up and into the falling debris of the roof. Gronar then brought his sword's hilt back to his face as he ready for the troll to impale it's burning form onto his blade. The troll caught fire and squirmed against it's mortal foe as the weight of the roof brought it's body down and through the blade of Gronar. For the giant, the world went black and red and centuries old wood aflame with hungry fire slammed into. The giant stood his ground as the fire licked it's way around Gronar exposed flesh, when the sound of falling roof had ceased, Gronar opened his eyes to stand in a field of fire with his victim staring back at him. Gronar's blade was pushed up through the troll so that it's mouth was forced open by the invading sword. The tip of Gronar's greatsword poked out from the top of the troll's oily haired head. His legs burned and his nostrils flared looking for oxygen, but he heart felt at peace and the rage slowly seeped from his muscles. [/QUOTE]
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