Spider's Path

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth practically ignored the light that formed over Claude, though it could be seen that his hand went immediately to his chain. But upon seeing nothing else happen, he slowly folded his arms again.

Now, he gets up and starts walking around, pacing somewhat. As Trinham asks about the poison, Jareth grumbles, "Likely not. You should be fine in a few days, sooner if we can find a decent healer for you."

 

[Theroc]

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If I missed something or I don't make sense, feel free to poke me in the OOC area so I can try to fix my post to make more sense[/sblock]

Aidan grimaced at the bite Trinham suffered, and praised his upbringing on the farm for toughening him up to venoms or he may have suffered the same fate. Either that or his luck that the Eatercapp didn't bite him, he wasn't sure which. After Martomum gave his orders, the Burke boy groaned inwardly. Not only was he feeling very weak, but he's sticking back alone with a dwarf he can hardly understand, and he was in no position to ensure Lora's safety.

Things couldn't just go simply, could they?

"Umm... Martomum? I dun't mean ta be rude, but if I dun't understand yer words sometimes, dun't be too taken aback... I have trouble understanding ye sometimes..." He mumbled a bit, collecting his javelins as he hoped the feeling of weakness faded.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora raised her head once more, still carrying out her task with dedication. She looked at the boy she had snapped at earlier, and although the girl felt no remorse, she decided to make conversation at least. "That is an unusual weapon you wield there. - Lora eyed the spiked chain with suspicion. - It doesn't seem easy to use at all. How does one parry cuts and thrusts with it?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth returns Lora's look with a similar gaze, but shrugs momentarily. However, it's rather obvious that a little interest in his weapon, and some more casual conversation, pleases him. He seems to lose some of the gruff tone that so often colors his voice as he says, "Most would think so, and it does take significant training to wield it without tearing your own throat out, but I've been working with it for several years. In a fight, you don't parry in the usual sense, and in fact, you try to keep your distance."

He stands back up and uncoils the chain, flicking the length of it out behind him, holding one end with his left hand.

"It's got about the same reach as your glaive, milady. But back to your question about parries, you do so like this..." He reaches back with his right hand and yanks the chain forwards, holding it in a straight line in front of him. "By forming a small wall, you can move the links around to various spots. Such a form is best at blocking slashes, but thrusts are just as easily deflected with it. And the ability to wrap it around on enemy's wrist or weapon and pull it from them, or trip them rather easily with a similar wrap is an excellent technique as well. Of course, the best defense is simply to not be there," Jareth finishes, with a rare dry chuckle.

But now it's his turn to ask a question... "I take it by the technique of your sleeping spell earlier today that you're a wizardess of some sort, correct? How did you come by fighting with a polearm like that?" he asks, pointing at her glaive.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Lora's eyes turned to ice once the memories of her childhood entered her mind. She curled her lips and crossed her slender hands atop her full chest. "I would rather not talk about my past."

She stood up and grabbed her glaive, positioning it in a foot guard, jamming the shaft at the inside of her right foot, as if she were bracing herself for a cavalry charge. The short and slender young lass seemed almost awkward with the long weapon in her hands. "Anyway, yes one could label me as a Wizard i suppose. I do not see you carrying a spellbook, am i correct in assuming you are a Sorcerer?"

Lora felt at ease when talking about weapons and magic, they had been a part of her daily routine for years now, along with her studies. Since nobody here would be interested in history and other such knowledge, this was a welcome substitution.

"This is a standard guard, from here i can execute parries and attacks to the three main points - shins and knees, abdomen and chest or the neck and head. - the girl demonstrated basic flourishes with her weapon, marking the spots on the body of an invisible opponent. Her shiny black ponytail swung around merrily as the girl used her weapon. - However if a grappler or someone using an axe, sword or dagger comes in a tight melee range i cannot fight effectively using the glaive. Which reminds me that i should pack a close range weapon next time. Maybe Martoumum will lend me one from the armory... - She said that last part almost to herself, but noted in her mind that she was in an unusually responsive mood. Perhaps it was from all the excitement and the danger they faced together. Lora paused and returned the glaive to the exit position, standing upright and to her left. - That chain seems as if it can be used in close quarters as well?"

 

[Dragonwriter]

Jareth watches Lora's technique, his eyes questioning, especially after her first cold reply. Still, he's managed to get into a rare good mood, so he tries to keep the conversation going.

"That is one more beneit of my chain-weapon. The spikes do run all the way down the length, so while I try to keep my distance, I can still fight just as well as when at range."

As he prepares to respond to her question about his magic, he looks thoughtful for a moment, as if recalling old memories. "No, I'm neither sorcerer nor wizard, though I do study and practice the arcane arts. And don't even think about calling me a bard," he says with a swift harsh look at all around. "I was taught how to fight and cast spells as part of an ancient tradition, though I was taught in secret. It's actually an old elven technique, the ability to wield a weapon and work magics through it, sometimes casting the spell through the weapon itself so as to cause more damage upon the target. They refer to the practitioners of the style as 'duskblades,' I was told it was due to their union of two different styles, just as dusk is the union of light and dark. But the elves were always a bit wordy... As to the magic itself, all the spells I will ever know, for it is said that the spells of a duskblade are ingrained in one's being, will be focused on close-range attacks or spells that improve me physically."

 

[Sphyh]

Onesimus sits silently as Jareth and Lora go back and forth on their weapons and abilities. Taking mental notes of his companions fighting styles so as to be a more efficient companion on the battle field. After the short display endds he stops looking at the two warriors and turns his focus on the fire and tosses another stick in as he begins to gather his thoughts on the days events.

"Where is that dwarf?" he gruffs as he pokes the fire with a stick sending a small flurry on embers dancing into the evening sky. "I don't understand. We are wasting time. We could be getting Trinham to a healer that he needs but instead were sitting around camping while the dwarf goes parading through the woods."

 

[HolyMan]

Greyhay who has been sitting cross-legged quietly on the ground finally stands to Onesimus's words. "I will go and scout around the camp, it is getting dark and we maybe here all night." With that he takes up his spear and heads off into the darkening woods. Everyone listens to the scouts footsteps until they fade away in the distance.


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"Ye needs no ta una-stan as loan as ye 'isten," the dwarf says quickening his pace ahead of the young warrior. "Comes I's knows wheres we be."

 

[ghostcat]

Mogins

When the spiders started attacking, Mogins executed his master's default instructions and ran away. In this case there were a lot of spiders around and he had to go back some way before he found a safe hiding place. Thus, when his master started radiating extreme distress it took him quite some time to get back to were he had left his master. Especially as he was been stealthy. By the time he got back, his master's friends had picked him up and were carrying him. Deciding that his master was safe for the moment, he stealthy followed the party until they made camp. Once his master starts cursing and swearing, Mogins decides that it is time to find out if he is OK.

Shortly after Trinham wakes up, a ginger and white cat trots out of the trees, with a rabbit in its mouth. He walks up the Trinham, drops the rabbit by his head and starts sniffing him. He then marks Trinham's hand and waits expectantly. When Trinham does not pet him he meows pitifully. "Don't worry Mogins. I'm all right. I just can't move at the moment. Just wait a bit." Hearing this, Mogins walks down and goes to sleep on Trinham's feet. "There's rabbit for supper if anyone wants to cook it.

[sblock="DM"]Let me know if there is no game around and I edit the rabbit out.[/sblock]

 

[Myth and Legend]

A little orange furred rat poked it's head out of Lora's pocket and eyed the cat with suspicion. "It's alright Ginger, stay with me." whispered the girl as she kept her distance from Trinham and what appeared to be his cat familiar.

Lora returned to her trunk and continued honing the edge of her gaive. "I have heard of Duskblades, i myself have been interested in the practices of a Spellsword which are both related and different to those of a Duskblade" the girl mused while staring at her weapon with concentration.