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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1921880" data-attributes="member: 13493">War raged about them...Rain poured down in a relentless torrent among the defenders of Ironstone Keep. Sounds of battle echoed throughout the night as the fighting along the walls became a little more desperate. Darrick growled and tried to shake off the pain of the wound in his leg. Luck had been with him and he had managed to avoid being hit for the most part still that gash stung. This was nothing like the pain of getting beaten in a bar brawl. The tall woodsman swung out with his scimitar and the soldier before him dodged and tried to counter with his sword. The blow was sloppy and managed to glance off of the leather armor Darrick wore.Nym was in dire straights as he tried desperately to fend off the two swordsmen. Already sporting a shoulder wound, a grazed scalp wound that would have blinded him had not the rain kept washing away the blood, and a wound to his side that would need tending to as soon as possible. He stepped aside a stab with a spear and brought his palm up under the mans jaw and had the grim satisfaction of connection with the knowledge the blow did little real damage to the seasoned veteran. These were much different than the occasional drunken brawler. Tear had cut down one opponent with his mighty great sword however he too wasn’t faring too well. His killing blow had left him open to a couple strikes and now was bleeding from two deep wounds. Both he and Nym wouldn’t survive another hit. Darrick knew this and was trying to get to the only person he could truly call a friend.Kalani thrust forward with her spear and stuck her oponant in the thigh the point sinking past the chain links and biting into flesh. She wasn’t doing well either, her patchwork clothes and leather armor soaked with rain and a few darker patches that must have been her blood. Pulling the spear from the mans thigh allowed him time to club her over the head with the pommel of his blade. The woman grunted and brought the spear up again plunging it into the mans gut before stumbling and falling to the ground. The motion forced the spear and it’s victim down as well tearing the wound open in a manner certain to be fatal.Darrick tried again and again to beat back his opponent but succeeded in only barely defending himself from further injury. He growled and watched as Tear was hit again and slumped to the floor. The half elfs opponent raised his blade for a killing blow but it was halted by another sword. Kyle glared up at the man and pushed the blade aside. The soldier had seen these men try and kill the people of his town, try and kill his mother, the only family he had left. Damned if he was going to let them kill the few companions he had in this dark time.He launched into a series of attacked which his opponent fended off, though barely, Tear had managed to wear the man down at the very least. Seeing an opening Kyle used his shield to throw open the enemy soldiers and struck at his leg, not a mortal wound but one that would give the defender the advantage he’d need.Darrick sighed in relief when he noticed Kalani was still breathing and trying to stand, he managed to get a hit in on his foe though feared the mail he wore absorbed most of the blow for only a little of his blade came back bloodied from what he could tell in the rain. The fight wasn’t going well at all. He watched as Nyms two opponents came in from both sides, the Naer Dess was outnumbered and already wounded and the woodsman turned soldier in a desperate war could only watch as the men attacked.Nym tried fending off the attacks, he batted aside one strike by hitting the flat of the blade forcing it to come down too far too the right. He even managed to dodge the sweeping arch of the other which would have beheaded him. Still the first managed to recover swiftly and Nym grunted as he felt a sharp pain in his side. He growled and kicked at the mans knee and felt it buckle before a cut to the back of his leg caused him to go down. He would have been fine normally, however his head connected with the stone ground beneath him, soon Nyms vision faded to black as he drifted into unconsciousness. Kyle growled and beat aside his opponents blade once again thrusting into the mans chest his blade tearing through the mail and staining the royal blue tabard the a midnight hue as it was swiftly soaked in the enemies life’s blood. He saw Nym go down and gave a shout which thankfully caused one of the guards to turn. Pulling his blade from his fallen foe he charged forward to engage the other two. His blade managed to meet flesh, unfortunately it was merely the mans shield arm, the wound didn’t tear enough muscle for it to render his shield useless either. This fight was truly not going well.Kalani wasn’t in much shape to do any more fighting, she seemed like someone would breath and she would fall unconscious, Darrick was still trying to hit his opponent and was having very little luck. He made a desperate lunge and was surprised when it hit, almost as surprised as his enemy, while Kyle tried fending off the two soldiers Darrick managed to barely finish off his pushing the man towards the wall and over to fall to his death.Now the odds were even, Kyle was facing one swordsman and Darrick the other, Nym may not have felled either of the two but with one’s knee twisted and the other’s helm knocked off revealing a swollen eye the defenders were finally at an advantage. Blades clashed and Darrick’s lack of training served only to distract his opponent while Kyle cut down his and stuck the other enemy soldier in the side. No sooner had they felled the last of their enemies than a captain came running to them, Kyle relaxed upon noticing he was one of theirs “They bring cannons! Get the wounded down to the infirmary now!” the man shouted before whirling around to hold off an advancing enemy. Darrick picked up Nyms prone form while Kyle’s short stocky frame served to hoist the large Tear over his shoulder while Kalani limped behind. The war was not going well indeed. Oh how Darrick longed for a more peaceful time, when the worst violence one could expect would be the occasional tavern brawl, such simplicity wouldn’t be for a long long time.</blockquote>

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