Remember the Cavindale! (As his betters, i think we have a duty to help him)
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Seeing he talked too late, Kelkan lets out an exasperated sniff.
Then hearing the burly dwarve's words, he looks in dismay and sees him preparing to die than and there.
Kelkan tries desperately to gesture towards Dog in an attempt to convince him to join his position with hand movements alone.
~If nothing else, he'll make a good bait to draw the enemies away from our position... Argh! I can't leave him alone!~
Once more Kelkan looks to the ground, searching for appropriate rocks for throwing.
Then hearing the burly dwarve's words, he looks in dismay and sees him preparing to die than and there.
Kelkan tries desperately to gesture towards Dog in an attempt to convince him to join his position with hand movements alone.
~If nothing else, he'll make a good bait to draw the enemies away from our position... Argh! I can't leave him alone!~
Once more Kelkan looks to the ground, searching for appropriate rocks for throwing.
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Toskar (Dw Fi3) - Come back in valor, or with your shield on your back...
As Loske placed an arrow through the sentry's heart, its heavy mallet fell to the ground a scant few paces from Toskar's impromptu hiding position.
As the others rose quickly and began moving once more into the heart of the forest, Toskar allowed himself to believe that they might make it away from this mess intact. Then the sound of feet crashing through the underbrush masked the beating of the drums and Toskar's brief hope crashed into the pit of his stomach.
~There is no escape for us all, but some can make it out of this alive...~
A calmness settled over Toskar and he looked down towards the mace in his hand. It was the only thing in his life that he knew he could always count on, and it would be the weapon which he would place on Moradin's forge when his time arrived.
~And it would seem that my name shall be called as Toskar Gnollbane, son of Kragus Shieldsplitter of the clan Ironskull...so be it...~
Looking towards Jak, Toskar smiled sadly and spoke quickly to him in their tongue.
<<Dwarven>>"Guide them away from here Jak, none else can save them from themselves save a stoneheart. Dog and I will find you when we can, even if it must be in Moradin's halls."
Looking over at Dog, Toskar nodded in the direction of the rushing horde.
<<Dwarven>>"It shall be two against the many this day brother. Let us take the battle to them."
As Loske placed an arrow through the sentry's heart, its heavy mallet fell to the ground a scant few paces from Toskar's impromptu hiding position.
As the others rose quickly and began moving once more into the heart of the forest, Toskar allowed himself to believe that they might make it away from this mess intact. Then the sound of feet crashing through the underbrush masked the beating of the drums and Toskar's brief hope crashed into the pit of his stomach.
~There is no escape for us all, but some can make it out of this alive...~
A calmness settled over Toskar and he looked down towards the mace in his hand. It was the only thing in his life that he knew he could always count on, and it would be the weapon which he would place on Moradin's forge when his time arrived.
~And it would seem that my name shall be called as Toskar Gnollbane, son of Kragus Shieldsplitter of the clan Ironskull...so be it...~
Looking towards Jak, Toskar smiled sadly and spoke quickly to him in their tongue.
<<Dwarven>>"Guide them away from here Jak, none else can save them from themselves save a stoneheart. Dog and I will find you when we can, even if it must be in Moradin's halls."
Looking over at Dog, Toskar nodded in the direction of the rushing horde.
<<Dwarven>>"It shall be two against the many this day brother. Let us take the battle to them."
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Brother Shatterstone
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Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)
Loske hardly notices the true flight of the arrow as she starts to dart for the forest. Thinking along the way:
Hopefully they didn’t hear the tolling of the bell over their own drumming, or maybe their not the ones being alerted and don’t know about the cage and bell…
Upon heading into the forest she starts to progress deeper but stops when she hers the dwarf “screaming” about making some last stand. Muttering to herself about idiots and why must they be with me, she hesitates and then stops. Looking for more reasonable eyes she she’s none as Toskar picked up the mallet and proceeds to move to his Dwarven battle brother.
The look on Loske’s face is one of confusion as she’s not sure what to do…. On one side her mind rages about getting away from the obvious evil that is heading their way. On the others she’s never been one for others to fight their battles… Her minds struggle and her feet lock up unsure what to do:
Their not my family why do you struggle with this? Fallback deep into the forest and worry about the others and yourself.
She frown as she makes up her mind and moves to stays close enough to keep a watch on the cage and the dwarves but far enough away to keep the creatures and their sounds from seeing her or at least without seeing the dwarves first. She squats down in a place that gives her a good view of the ground and signals the dwarves to run from the battle and to be quite as they don’t even know if their positions been giving the way. Thinking to herself:
luck hasn’t been with us nor does it look like it will be with us again this day
She keeps an arrow loaded and hides in the cover and tapes Kelkan to keep an eye on their back.
She sits and waits praying again that the dwarves would come to their sense and hid with the rest of them.
Loske hardly notices the true flight of the arrow as she starts to dart for the forest. Thinking along the way:
Hopefully they didn’t hear the tolling of the bell over their own drumming, or maybe their not the ones being alerted and don’t know about the cage and bell…
Upon heading into the forest she starts to progress deeper but stops when she hers the dwarf “screaming” about making some last stand. Muttering to herself about idiots and why must they be with me, she hesitates and then stops. Looking for more reasonable eyes she she’s none as Toskar picked up the mallet and proceeds to move to his Dwarven battle brother.
The look on Loske’s face is one of confusion as she’s not sure what to do…. On one side her mind rages about getting away from the obvious evil that is heading their way. On the others she’s never been one for others to fight their battles… Her minds struggle and her feet lock up unsure what to do:
Their not my family why do you struggle with this? Fallback deep into the forest and worry about the others and yourself.
She frown as she makes up her mind and moves to stays close enough to keep a watch on the cage and the dwarves but far enough away to keep the creatures and their sounds from seeing her or at least without seeing the dwarves first. She squats down in a place that gives her a good view of the ground and signals the dwarves to run from the battle and to be quite as they don’t even know if their positions been giving the way. Thinking to herself:
luck hasn’t been with us nor does it look like it will be with us again this day
She keeps an arrow loaded and hides in the cover and tapes Kelkan to keep an eye on their back.
She sits and waits praying again that the dwarves would come to their sense and hid with the rest of them.
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Loske: (Female/Half Elf/Ranger 3)
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Dog Dwarf Barbarian 1 / Fighter 2 / Crab Food 20
"Toskar, I name you my brother and I will guard your back until death takes me. In the halls of Moradin, before the great forge, I will proclaim your honor and bravery. Woe be to any dwarf who challenges those claims! I ask one favor of you before we fight this last battle. Do not leave me to be taken alive. If I fall, yet still live, finish me."
Calm in the knowledge that he will soon be before his maker, Dog prepares himself and his equipment for battle.
He draws forth a feather (OOC: Quaals Feather Token: Whip) from his bag and puts it where he can grab it quickly. He then reaches into a gray bag that he has been carrying and pulls out a small furry ball and drops it on the ground. The ball magically transforms into an animal (Alsih2o, I need to know what animal I have pulled from my bag of tricks!) and he sends it off towards the noise to scout.
Having completed those tasks, Dog pulls out a potion (OOC: Enlarge) and prepares to drink it.
Looking over to Toskar, Dog simply says, "I'm ready."
"Toskar, I name you my brother and I will guard your back until death takes me. In the halls of Moradin, before the great forge, I will proclaim your honor and bravery. Woe be to any dwarf who challenges those claims! I ask one favor of you before we fight this last battle. Do not leave me to be taken alive. If I fall, yet still live, finish me."
Calm in the knowledge that he will soon be before his maker, Dog prepares himself and his equipment for battle.
He draws forth a feather (OOC: Quaals Feather Token: Whip) from his bag and puts it where he can grab it quickly. He then reaches into a gray bag that he has been carrying and pulls out a small furry ball and drops it on the ground. The ball magically transforms into an animal (Alsih2o, I need to know what animal I have pulled from my bag of tricks!) and he sends it off towards the noise to scout.
Having completed those tasks, Dog pulls out a potion (OOC: Enlarge) and prepares to drink it.
Looking over to Toskar, Dog simply says, "I'm ready."
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Dakkareth
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Jobis: Male half-elven rogue 3
Oh damn, they're coming from the gnoll camp - and right towards me.
Cursing wordlessly Jobis crawls behind a large tree, so that the gnolls or whatever comes will have a chance to spot him only after they've passed his position. If their eyes can penetrate the thick foliage and Jobis considerable skills to remain unseen. He doesn't draw his rapier, yet - if it comes to a fight there will be enough time and if not the reflecting surface of the blade could reveal his hiding place.
Oh damn, they're coming from the gnoll camp - and right towards me.
Cursing wordlessly Jobis crawls behind a large tree, so that the gnolls or whatever comes will have a chance to spot him only after they've passed his position. If their eyes can penetrate the thick foliage and Jobis considerable skills to remain unseen. He doesn't draw his rapier, yet - if it comes to a fight there will be enough time and if not the reflecting surface of the blade could reveal his hiding place.
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Toskar (dw Fi3)
As Dog nodded his head to show he was ready, Toskar looked once more to Jak.
<<Dwarven>>"We leave you now...may your blade strike true and your beard never gray..."
Turning to face the sound of the approaching horde, Toskar gripped his mace tightly and charged into the thicket, and towards his fate.
~Moradin...watch and see how two warriors honor you this day...and watch over those whose spark still grows brightly...~
As Dog's footsteps fell in place behind his, Toskar smiled and pushed even harder through the underbrush.
As Dog nodded his head to show he was ready, Toskar looked once more to Jak.
<<Dwarven>>"We leave you now...may your blade strike true and your beard never gray..."
Turning to face the sound of the approaching horde, Toskar gripped his mace tightly and charged into the thicket, and towards his fate.
~Moradin...watch and see how two warriors honor you this day...and watch over those whose spark still grows brightly...~
As Dog's footsteps fell in place behind his, Toskar smiled and pushed even harder through the underbrush.
Macbeth
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Swift (Male Elf Monk)
[In Swift's head]It's time to make ammends. I made a mistake, and now those dwarves are going to die for it...
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Not if I have anything to say about it.[/In Swift's head]
Swift moves out of his hiding place, and assumes a battle stance along with his dwarven companions.
"It is because of my mistake that we fight today, and so I will stand with you. I know we have had a strained relationship before, but now we stand together in battle. We will correct my mistake, or we will die trying, but whatever the outcome, we will do it together. "
[In Swift's head]It's time to make ammends. I made a mistake, and now those dwarves are going to die for it...
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Not if I have anything to say about it.[/In Swift's head]
Swift moves out of his hiding place, and assumes a battle stance along with his dwarven companions.
"It is because of my mistake that we fight today, and so I will stand with you. I know we have had a strained relationship before, but now we stand together in battle. We will correct my mistake, or we will die trying, but whatever the outcome, we will do it together. "
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