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| Astrid Paranyme | Sep 9 2008, 10:37 AM Post #1 |
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Continued from here. Setting: Ashiban got on a boat for a long journey to a chain of islands not very far from Avalon but outside of her borders. Upon reaching said island, the temperature there is hot and the place desolate: it's a desert, in essence. There is a small village in the docks, but the place where Astrid had said to go is a cave not far north from there. It's filled with lizards, and huge orcs, who have chosen the cave as a place to congregate. They've been preying upon the village as of late, and happen to rather like the smell of flesh - human or demon. Choices: Basically, you can roleplay Ashiban getting off the boat, or after getting there and heading for the cave. I'll be playing random NPCs as we go along, so give me something to work with. :] |
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| Ashiban | Sep 9 2008, 09:35 PM Post #2 |
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The sound of waves crashing upon the shore, the hot wind blowing through her hair. She stood at the port side which was now brushed up against a dock. People started uloading the goods from Avalon and handing off the large crates to the men who worked at the port. She could see why this place needed trade. Nothing but sand and rock for miles around. Even the sea around the land seemed desolate and barren of life. However that did not change the fact that many fisherman carried their days catch back to market, a long trip indeed. Ash turned her head away from the people, the smell of them, they were disgusting. After even a few days they managed to stink up the place, but that was well and fine, she was getting off this boat. Moving down a ramp she made her way to the dock. Everyone was going their own way now, and Ash was going to do just that. Taking the scarf in her hand she wrapped it around her noise and mouth, the winds were hot and the sand was lose on the ground. She could already tell it would work its way into her eyes and mouth, so she would do her best to prevent it. As most people joined on a main road Ash wondered away from the others in search of this cave. She could walk the long trails all day, or she could make good time and take shortcuts through the wilderness. Already she recognized the land around her. The dead looking shrubs, the long whip like grass, the treeless landscape. Once in her lifetime she had been here, but not for long. Her feet sank into the hot sand as the sun overhead beat strongly. She could not care, her homeland was hotter yet, this was still an icebox to her. Looking back the others were nothing more then shimmering forms in the distance. Strange looking rock formations ahead seemed to keep her on high alert. If she remembered correctly, you could never lower your guard here. Anyone who seemed helpful could kill you, anyone who seemed dangerous could become your best friend. Nothing here was what it seemed. Her eyes watched any movement in the distance like a hawk now as she had her back far from the port. This is when it was now her and her alone against a fierce and wild land. Few things moved about in the hazy horizon but the dust blocked any chances of a clear picture. This is what she hated most of all, just being here alone with few defenses save her magic and the weapon strapped to her back. It would be so much smarter to change form, and faster as well. Then again if she did that someone would see her coming and try to take her down before she reached the cave. Still one form in the distanced was concerning, a tall figure moving at a good speed. That was of course not the disturbing part of it, the disturbing thing was it ran back and forth. crazy things were never safe, just looking at herself she could list why. Edited by Ashiban, Sep 13 2008, 07:19 AM.
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| Astrid Paranyme | Sep 14 2008, 07:57 AM Post #3 |
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Among Orcs, he was to be feared. Of course, that wasn't saying much; they weren't a race renowned for their intelligence, and the fact that people were frightened of him was a bit of a misnomer. Kalath knew that when he had bit that humans' arm off, it had been an accident. In the middle of growling a battle cry and crushing the guys' head with his axe, the little buggers arm had gotten in the way. Still, he was more than happy to take the glory that came from being known as a "human eater", and it had been a feisty night in the village outside the cave, yes it had. Only five people had died, though, and that was considered a bad thing. Now, though, he was busy focusing on what the human mage had said, when he had come and tried to get into the cave. "They will send more, to go get you," the guy had screamed, his last words. "They will kill you, whoever she sends." Kalath wasn't sure about that - at about seven feet tall, he was a 400 pound mass of muscle and nasty Orc stink. He and his buddies often dueled to keep their swords sharp, though the same couldn't be said about their wits. Whoever was coming, male or female, human or not, they had six huge Orcs ready to beat them off. Everyone knew that the cave was their property. No one got in or out alive. He squinted against the sun, not even bothered by the hot landscape. He lived here, after all, and his whole entire tribe had for years. Thick furry eyebrows worked like a natural visor, but he liked to shade his eyes anyway - somehow he had gotten it in his head that it made him look brave or something. The rest of his band; Malked, Denrad, Ferdre, and Youkem, respectively, just watched, willing to stay back and let him take all the glory ... or get killed. They might not be smart, but they knew how to survive, and if Kalath was eager to take the lead, they'd be happy to let him. No one wanted to die before they had a chance to be gifted with a woman. "Whoever it is, they're coming towards us. I'll go ahead," he grunted, not wanting them to steal his spotlight. He'd been given this mission special, a reward for killing the first guy who'd tried to get the thing in the cave - whatever it was. All he knew was that it was wrapped in brown paper and the Head Shaman had told them not to touch it. So he didn't. Shaman business was not his business- and he didn't like magic. Or water, to be honest. That was the reason for his stench; bathing was a yearly thing, and not at all pleasant. Plodding along, he held his axe high, ready for any sort of attack. His weapon was his pride and joy, and he would murder whoever the figure was, for trespassing on his land. Or whatever. |
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| Ashiban | Sep 15 2008, 06:16 AM Post #4 |
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The form started coming in closer to her and in an instant her glaive was held tightly in her hands. Whatever it was it was huge, seemingly a mass of neck muscles and biceps. Not her favored slim and sneaky kind of frame that she found to be the perfect build. When you were to big you fell harder, and you had less balance. She stood tall and poised as the intruder came closer. Now she could see what he was. His broad shoulders, his thick neck, his tall build, her was an orc, the gods mistake. Holding her glaive behind her back she mocked him with a superior tone in her voice. What a stupid creature these orcs were...are. How they had survived all theses years was beyond her, perhaps raping human women had kept their numbers up...and maybe enhanced the sufficiency of some of them. "Slow down you clumsy bolder, don’t want to trip on a pebble now. That would be a shame, but it would make my job so much easier." She was good with the knowledge of the orcs social structure, the biggest was the boss. He was never really smart, nor was he fast, but he was able to rip a man apart as if he were a rag doll. Well she was no man, and she could of course tower over him if she really wanted to, but right now she didn't need to shift over. Already she had the upper hand, she was faster, smarter, and of course well balanced. "Come on, what is taking you so long you stupid beast. What you can't even run, how are you still alive, your kind is so pathetic." She continued to taunt him, her weapon spinning behind her back like the blades of a helicopter. She was not going to go up and meet him, no she was going to wait for him to reach her...and then she would kill him. That should flush out any others. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Sep 15 2008, 09:48 AM Post #5 |
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Kalath was naturally huge; to him, she was tiny. It wasn’t even necessarily that Ashiban was short, but compared to all the orcs that he knew and had lived around his whole life, she might have well been an ant. Coming closer, he sniffed, and resisted the urge to recoil. Stank like demon, and a bound one at that. Orc smell was very sensitive, to combat the fact that their eyes weren’t exactly always spot on. (Hence him being able to miss some humans head and bite off his arm instead.) Instead, he kept slowly walking towards her, the desert sand barely felt below his armored feet. Mating with humans was a cardinal offense, and it was Orc women who were kept as slaves. Brutally mean, just like their male counterparts, to survive a mating with one was a badge of honor within itself, meaning that orc children were rare. They were kicked out of the house right after birth anyway, and grew up in communal packs who fought each other – it was a kind of orcish natural selection. Those who died obviously weren’t meant to be good orcs, and their death was regarded as an insult to the entire society. Often, the bodies were left out to rot in the sun, and if you passed one, it was considered good sense to kick it around a bit. The demon thing spoke, and he just kept plodding along; partly because he didn’t know what “boulder” meant. “This is sand,” he replied, almost aghast at her lack of common sense. Didn’t she know the difference between rock and sand? Poor stupid demon. She wouldn’t even have a chance against him, and he wasn’t even sad. Her body would be held high above the whole village and he would be honored with a wife –or two if he was really lucky. I think I should go with one first … just in case. “Besides, running would be stupid. I might whack myself in the face with my own axe.” He hefted said weapon in front of him, the massive metal piece shining in the sunlight and throwing off reflections and shiny spots that could catch an enemies eye. To be honest, when he had asked for it to be crafted that way, he had just been excited because it was going to be shiny. He wouldn’t ever tell anyone that though. The insult to his kind might as well not happened; he didn’t feel any certain attachment. Orcs lived in villages because that was the way it had been for thousands of years and they were too stupid to adapt and change. They hated each other, and when they weren’t fighting everything else that moved in the vicinity, they were “plotting” to kill off everyone else. It was a wonder that they all survived, but it was their stupidity to attribute to that… the plots never worked because they were half-baked and usually very simple. Sometimes, they even had the same plots, and ended up in a mess because they had no idea what they were doing anymore. The spinning was distracting though, and he raised his weapon above his head, before breaking into a run and moving with surprising dexterity before bringing the large axe flying through the air and down to Ashiban. |
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| Ashiban | Sep 15 2008, 10:41 AM Post #6 |
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When he stated that this was sand and not rock she slapped her palm into her face. What had she gotten herself into, she would either die from his stupidity or die laughing at it. Orcs...she should make it her goal to whip the whole race out, why not it would be doing the world a favor. Making this place better so the smarter species can build in population and thrive. These guys were just taking up land...and a lot of it. No surprise that such large creatures needed lots of land. He was easily twice her size...or at least right now he was. A smile formed on her face as he came in for an attack. Jumping out of the way she nearly had her head cut off, but he was just not fast enough. "To slow you moving rock, try again." She yelled at him as one end of her glaive came spinning over her head and aimed at his chest. This fight would be interesting for sure, all she had to do was put his blood on the ground and get the others to show their face, maybe get one to even show her the cave if she was feeling good today. What would be amazing would be to have an orc slave, they could carry everything for her, and they were stupid, easy to control. Anything with a small brain was easy to control, that was why humans followed gods. Maybe if she used a lot of big words on it, the damn thing would kills itself trying to figure out what she was saying. That seemed like an idea to her. using the other end of her glaive she moved quickly to stab him in the leg, slow him down...well even more. So far he was not anything close to a challenge, but more then one just might be some fun. Just for good measures she let the fingers of her left hand extend into long black blades and took a good swipe at his face with them. Three attacks one of them had to make contact at hurt him a great deal. if she missed them all then she was moving around to fast and was not aiming and sadly was just not trying. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Sep 17 2008, 03:15 AM Post #7 |
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He didn't really understand her - she wasn't making any sense. I think she's stupid, he thought simply, in the middle of his attack, though quickly the thought faded. Multitasking was hard, and it made his head hurt. He needed all his attention focused on the annoying little bug who was bothering him, then he could think about other stuff. She jumped out of the way, and the momentum of his attack slammed the axe into the hot sand, creating a small crater. He tugged it back over his head, growling slightly at her. He could recover faster than he could attack, which was always the disadvantage of using his big axe - orcs were nothing if not knowledgeable about battle tactics. It was how they survived and their one redeeming feature. She swung her little pig sticker at him, and he held the hammer part of his axe in front of his chest, grinning at the sound of metal on metal, trying not to pay attention to the woman's words. "Rocks don't move," he said, shaking his head, and sighing. "You are confused. Poor little woman don't know what she's talking about." He decided that talking was taking up too much energy, and slid his hand to a dagger pouch on his side, swiftly drawing said dagger, and allowing himself to be cut with her fingers, before throwing it at close ranger towards her belly. She was too close, that the possibility of dodging was very little, but not impossible. "What do you want? Why not leave?" It wasn't as though he wanted to stop fighting; he lusted for battle, day and night. It was stupid to him, though, why she wanted to get past. There was nothing in the cave, just spiders and the package that Shaman said not to touch. If she touched it, the same thing would happen to her as would happen to the orcs- whatever that was. His brain couldn't calculate the value on something like that, because in his society, it would have had no value. The package was unknown, so it was useless to them; only if it was open would it have an actual price, but until then, it was an x factor, or an unknown. So they didn't care about it. Why should she? Did she have a mate at home who ordered her to get it? Orc women were always ordered to do things, and were just as vicious as Ashiban was being; so it would make sense for her to be so aggressive to get by. The rest of the orcs just muttered to each other, a sand dune away from the fight, each cheering on their leader, and his enemy in turn. It wasn't that they didn't like him or anything, but it was in their nature. They liked to kill each other, and right now, it wasn't exactly a matter of who killed who - as long as someone died. They wanted a turn to fight the mysterious stranger, too, and if he killed her, they wouldn't get that. |
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| Ashiban | Sep 17 2008, 08:07 AM Post #8 |
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A flash came towards her and she knew it was one of two things. A blade, or an arrow, his ax was not as small as that. Either way she had to get out of it's path, still with the weapon so close already even speed could not get her out of trouble. Turning quickly on her toes she felt the metal slice into her side, the pain running up to her arm. That was perfectly alright, it would heal, despite the blood it was only a cut to her, anything fatal was no longer a cut in her mind, and besides she liked pain. Looking up at him she smiled, almost laughing at her own pain, she found it funny not because she was trying to hold back a cry like most people, but because she never cried. Maybe not so funny to others but it was a universal joke in her world...meaning only in her mind. "hahah, wow that feels good." Pressing her hand against her side she lifted her hand up and looked at the dark red liquid that ran down her fingers. It was so pretty, her second favorite color, but her favorite flavor and scent. "I like to see my own blood every now and again, reminds me that I am almost a living thing. Anyways I am here for something...a package my master has sent me to fetch, and I will fetch it...regardless the idiots who guards it. Unfortunately my own blood is pretty, but did I forget to mention I have a short temper when it comes to me being wounded...? No, oh well should have warned you." Stretching her hand out she let multiple shards of magic fly forth from her hands like arrows. Each one aimed at the massive fool, each capable of some wonderful damage. With that she sunk into the ground, turned into a shadow that moved under his feet. Something she had learned from the Arabic people was attack from the sand where they don't see it coming, that always worked. Like black worms from the ground shadows slithered from the sand and crawled up his bulky frame heading for his neck where she could get a good grip on him and hopefully bring him down. Mighty they stand, hard they fall, was that not a phrase used thousands of times before? Sure she could use some more elegant manors of attack, but she wanted to surprise the others with that later. |
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| Astrid Paranyme | Oct 27 2008, 04:48 AM Post #9 |
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In that respect, they weren't so different. Among orcs, pain was something be glorified and it was beautiful. He hadn't necessarily learned to enjoy it as Ashiban apparently did, but he didn't fear it. He hadn't met many non-orcs who held with the same belief, but then again, he hadn't taken the time to really ask anyone if they thought that. He wasn't that smart, and that would mean using that pinsized brain of his to actually do something other than kill;; and he didn't like that. "Lady, you should be orc. We like stuff like that. You be a good orc," he grunted, after a moment of her lecturing about something about her pain and how she wanted to see blood -blah blah blah. She'd be a better orc if she stopped talking and just fought. Now that he'd considered the idea of her as an orc, the dislike grew. That meant she could be considered competition, and that meant that he was fighting someone who was essentially his rival in the tribe. A small brain plus a manly dislike for anyone who could possibly be better than him meant that he was even more savage than usual. he wanted to win, not just because it would help his status in the tribe, but because if he didn't, Ashiban could take his place. He had every intention of pounding the woman-demon into dusk, to protect his pride and his women (or the women he would have after he killed her and trampled her dead body all about the village). No pesky little bitch would take that from him, and definitely not one who smelled as nasty as Ashiban did. Of course, that was before little shards of gods-knew-what went flying at him. Orcs can't do magic. They're afraid of magic, even, because they have the "good sense" to know that sometimes spells go awry and lots of people get hurt. Only the Shaman could do magic, and they hated their shaman's even if they listened to them without question. Sometimes, they weren't even good at magic, and only knew enough to keep the entire tribe from being killed by heat stroke. They didn't have a drop of magical aptitude in their body, and that was for the better. So when little things of magic came toward him? He did what any man would do. Turned tail and ran, wincing when they hit him squarely in the back. (Ouch.) |
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| Ashiban | Oct 29 2008, 10:12 AM Post #10 |
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Ash let her form move back up into the world of light, pulling her form from the shadows. Dusting off her arms she watched the orc flee...magic, what more did you need in life. With magic you could do just about anything. letting out a sigh she supposed play time was over. She had real business to complete and there was no more time to waste on just fooling around with simpletons. Feeling her muscles shift under her skin she let bones crack and move from their alignment in her body and shift into a new position. Long black curls took on a purple/blue hue and turned into a lions like mane. Slowly her body shifted into the large beast, it's skeletal head moving side to side to view the orcs in the distance. Throwing its head back and opening her jaw she let out a strange metallic roar. It was like titanium bending and rubbing against more steel. A hard twisted sound that vibrated like the vibrato of a singer. Shaking her body she snorted, dust burst up from the sandy ground as she scrapped a front claw across the dry soil. She prepared to charge like a bull, and it seemed not so strange when bull horns rested on the side of her head, and a unicorn horn on the front. A low growling rumble echoed in her chest as she took in that one breath and pushed her back legs into the ground. Muscles coiled and moved her forward at a surprising speed as she moved swiftly over sandy dunes and crushed the milky white bones of a strange horned desert beast. Throwing her head back she took charge on the orcs roaring and foaming at the mouth, her tail fluttering behind her as her spine slinked like that of a running cheetahs. Ears pinned back and spikes lay flat against her back she reached better traction pushing herself faster to meet those who stood in her way of that she had to obtain. With another lioness bellow she let her cry roll through the clouds like thunder, her white skull smiling at the orcs as she came. In the shivery of daemons there was no retreating. There was only victory and death, and once challenged the sand had to be painted red by someone’s blood, hers or theirs. |
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| NPC I | Nov 17 2008, 04:50 AM Post #11 |
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<ooc> This is Sel, using an NPC account set up for topics like this. </ooc> Orcs didn't need magic. They had their own mini societies set up on a complicated hierarchy that all had to do with strength. Any otherworldly power was shunned, with the exception of one shaman. Every generation, there was a shaman born with the power, and all other babies with that same power were slaughtered. There was not another one born until the shaman that came before was either killed, or foresaw their death. Only then were such children allowed to live, until one of them was chosen to be shaman. Then, all those who had been allowed to grow up and be trained were either a) murdered, or b) thrown out of the tribe to wander on their own. There was no place for magic in normal orc society. Kaleth was thrown to the ground, yelling as the magic hit him, bellowing his pain before he was back on his feet again, racing towards his warriors. "Magic woman, come to kill village!" He bellowed in his own special dialect, very different from the accented common that he was speaking earlier. "Fight her with me, or die!" Those who didn't desert right then and there stayed and held their ground, thinking only of the glory that would come from slaying such a powerful opponent. They weren't smart to stay there, but running was disgraceful, and they knew better than to do that. Orcs would murder their own when acts of such cowardice were committed. They watched in wary silence as the form that Ashiban had taken shifted, and changed into something different all together. It wasn't that they weren't shocked, or even appalled - at this point, she had excelled to a point that they couldn't comprehend. They weren't smart enough to realize that this would be their downfall, so they roared at her in return and batted their weapons as she came closer. When she was in range, the archer of the bunch knelt and steeled himself and his giant bow on the ground, before loading and shooting, one after another, all aimed in the general direction of the beast. There were 3-4-5 arrows gone into the desert, and the rest of them waited with various weapons drawn. Two favored the hammer, there was the archer, and then Kaleth himself, who had found a sword dropped by one of the deserters. He had dropped his own weapon during the hasty retreat away from the scary magicwoman. |
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| Ashiban | Nov 24 2008, 08:29 AM Post #12 |
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Ashiban moved faster as the orcs picked up their weapons. A few arrows rained down on her, one hitting her in the rear forcing her back legs to fall down a little and almost slid under her body. A second arrow priced her neck causing great annoyance. Throwing her head again her lions mane flutter wildly as a angered roar broke free from her chest. She knew just from her sheer size that they could not take her down, not even as a group. Not only that but she had a funny way of healing very quickly. Another arrow struck the ground just before her feet and a third sailed over her head as she ducked down low. One last arrow struck the side of her head and shattered on the white bone. Every attack to her head was worthless. The bone was far to thick, even axes bounced off, but their harmers, now they might do a little damage, but nothing that she couldn't heal. Sand flew up behind her as she jumped up in the air and landed near the orcs. Swiping at the first with her large paws she let out another roar to get her point across. Full killing mood had clicked in her head and no on, that was not a single orc was allowed to live now. The hunger inside her grew until it made her go mad. The best fighter was one who fought to survive, she killed out of hunger now not out of any pride or pleasure. In her dark mind he had to kill to survive, she had to kill to eat. Her tail swung around, its mouth wide open as it snapped onto the arm of an orc and tried to pull him down. Her large head swung around trying to grab hold of another orc in front of her. She judged that with their size and bulk they would be to slow. Even if she was much larger then them now she was still fast. White fangs glistened in the hot sunlight overhead as she lowered her chest so it just hovered over the ground and much like a playful kitten swatted at the orcs with her claws extended. Her jaws crashing down as she moved her head about wildly. She acted as if part of her were a dragon or ancient lizard as the other part of her made her act more feline then her nearly canine appearance. This was her advantage, her own unpredictability. She followed no one instinct in her attacks but rather came at them with a confusing combination. |
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