Xorn
First Post
“Let none escape, or the battle is lost!” cried Daichot, furiously cleaving a kobold from neck to rib, sending a spray of dark blood into air above the felled beast. He pointed across the water to a kobold whirling a large sling about, “Oleaf, can you get him!?” If the elf could not make the long shot, there were far too many kobolds in the way for them to stop him.
Percy somersaulted out of the trees not far from the slinger, with impeccable timing—and placed a well aimed crossbow bolt through the kobold’s leg as his yipped in pain. Oleaf nodded calmly as four kobolds charged at her, their wicked spears leading the charge. She pulled two more arrows from the quiver across her back steadily, ignoring the approaching death.
Omar’s maul cascaded through the air with a menacing whoosh, crashing into one of the minion’s chest, launching the humanoid backwards through the stream—it was dead before landing. Continuing the momentum of his strike Omar let the maul torque his body around, and held out his gauntleted fist, catching another kobold across the throat and flipping it head over heels.
Daichot saw that one of the kobolds was going to reach Oleaf before she could release and roared a command of, “DOWN!” as he swung his great axe directly at her. Without hesitation she ducked and rolled towards the warlord, who brutally chopped his axe into the kobold who was nearly upon her, and buffeted the last assailant with a shoulder block that left the tiny humanoid reeling from the impact.
Oleaf rolled to standing in one motion and released both arrows, and they flew with a gentle arc across the expanse of the cliff side falls, thudding into the slinger with impossible precision, one arrow embedded a handwidth above the other in the falling kobold’s chest. Percy, surprised by the sudden appearance of arrows in his target, turned to see Omar and Daichot forming a deadly line of sweeping weapons barely holding off the advancing tide of kobolds.
“Oh man,” he mumbled to himself, “I think my head count was off.” The halfling sprinted across the rocky ground next to the falls and crashed into the back of the kobold swarm, stabbing the first one he reached three times in a deadly ribs-spine-throat flurry, and rolled away from the spear that one beside it thrust at him. “Don’t be mad, Omar!” he called out, as the dwarf smashed a kobold across the head, continuing the arc of his maul into the shield of the biggest kobold. “I probably should have clarified that sometimes I get numbers mixed up in my head, though.”
“Shuddup an’ fight!” screamed Omar over the cries of the furious kobolds and the crashing of the waterfall beyond the battle. Daichot kicked the last remaining kobold from the failed charge, sending the creature sprawling onto its back before he chopped into its leather armored chest with a dooming swing of his axe. Oleaf fired two more times in rapid succession, both shots landing true, as kobolds to either side of Percy fell dead.
Percy satisfied the dwarf’s order to great effect, sidestepping around another kobold’s attack, leaving the reptilian off balance and lunging forward awkwardly when the halfling thrust his dagger deep into the base of its neck, slipping past bone and hilt deep into the skull. As he pulled the blade free the slain kobold toppled to the ground, landing roughly face-first. Seeing the armored kobold ahead of him carrying a shield, the rogue leapt into air and landed on the dragonshield’s back, wrapping his arms around its head and slitting its throat as Omar crashed his maul into the creature full-force.
The halfling’s vision was a blur as he flipped end over end in the air, feeling hot liquid seep through his leggings before he landed roughly on the ground looking up at Omar. The sound of ringing armor and breaking bones was still echoing in his ears as the rogue tried to get to his senses. By the calm that was settling around them, and the fact that Omar was holding a calloused, thick hand towards him, Percy was pretty sure the fight was over.
“Blast ye, lad, are ye alright!?” asked Omar, a note of concern in his throat.
Percy took in the scenery about him; Daichot was extracting his axe from a dead kobold on the ground beside the dwarf, and Oleaf was sliding a short sword back into the sheath on her back with a practiced motion. Omar was breathing heavily, and looking at the rogue in alarm. Then the halfling noticed he was covered in blood, from the kobold head he was still holding to his chest, though the body was several feet behind him.
“Woah!” exclaimed Percy as fully realized what had just happened, “That was my kill!” An expression of shock and irritation washed over Omar’s face.
“Daichot, you saw it! That was my kill, right!?” pleaded the halfling.
Percy somersaulted out of the trees not far from the slinger, with impeccable timing—and placed a well aimed crossbow bolt through the kobold’s leg as his yipped in pain. Oleaf nodded calmly as four kobolds charged at her, their wicked spears leading the charge. She pulled two more arrows from the quiver across her back steadily, ignoring the approaching death.
Omar’s maul cascaded through the air with a menacing whoosh, crashing into one of the minion’s chest, launching the humanoid backwards through the stream—it was dead before landing. Continuing the momentum of his strike Omar let the maul torque his body around, and held out his gauntleted fist, catching another kobold across the throat and flipping it head over heels.
Daichot saw that one of the kobolds was going to reach Oleaf before she could release and roared a command of, “DOWN!” as he swung his great axe directly at her. Without hesitation she ducked and rolled towards the warlord, who brutally chopped his axe into the kobold who was nearly upon her, and buffeted the last assailant with a shoulder block that left the tiny humanoid reeling from the impact.
Oleaf rolled to standing in one motion and released both arrows, and they flew with a gentle arc across the expanse of the cliff side falls, thudding into the slinger with impossible precision, one arrow embedded a handwidth above the other in the falling kobold’s chest. Percy, surprised by the sudden appearance of arrows in his target, turned to see Omar and Daichot forming a deadly line of sweeping weapons barely holding off the advancing tide of kobolds.
“Oh man,” he mumbled to himself, “I think my head count was off.” The halfling sprinted across the rocky ground next to the falls and crashed into the back of the kobold swarm, stabbing the first one he reached three times in a deadly ribs-spine-throat flurry, and rolled away from the spear that one beside it thrust at him. “Don’t be mad, Omar!” he called out, as the dwarf smashed a kobold across the head, continuing the arc of his maul into the shield of the biggest kobold. “I probably should have clarified that sometimes I get numbers mixed up in my head, though.”
“Shuddup an’ fight!” screamed Omar over the cries of the furious kobolds and the crashing of the waterfall beyond the battle. Daichot kicked the last remaining kobold from the failed charge, sending the creature sprawling onto its back before he chopped into its leather armored chest with a dooming swing of his axe. Oleaf fired two more times in rapid succession, both shots landing true, as kobolds to either side of Percy fell dead.
Percy satisfied the dwarf’s order to great effect, sidestepping around another kobold’s attack, leaving the reptilian off balance and lunging forward awkwardly when the halfling thrust his dagger deep into the base of its neck, slipping past bone and hilt deep into the skull. As he pulled the blade free the slain kobold toppled to the ground, landing roughly face-first. Seeing the armored kobold ahead of him carrying a shield, the rogue leapt into air and landed on the dragonshield’s back, wrapping his arms around its head and slitting its throat as Omar crashed his maul into the creature full-force.
The halfling’s vision was a blur as he flipped end over end in the air, feeling hot liquid seep through his leggings before he landed roughly on the ground looking up at Omar. The sound of ringing armor and breaking bones was still echoing in his ears as the rogue tried to get to his senses. By the calm that was settling around them, and the fact that Omar was holding a calloused, thick hand towards him, Percy was pretty sure the fight was over.
“Blast ye, lad, are ye alright!?” asked Omar, a note of concern in his throat.
Percy took in the scenery about him; Daichot was extracting his axe from a dead kobold on the ground beside the dwarf, and Oleaf was sliding a short sword back into the sheath on her back with a practiced motion. Omar was breathing heavily, and looking at the rogue in alarm. Then the halfling noticed he was covered in blood, from the kobold head he was still holding to his chest, though the body was several feet behind him.
“Woah!” exclaimed Percy as fully realized what had just happened, “That was my kill!” An expression of shock and irritation washed over Omar’s face.
“Daichot, you saw it! That was my kill, right!?” pleaded the halfling.
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