The axe handle hit him, and Ollie stumbled back -- a hand settlingly lightly on the ground to catch his balance while he struggled to draw in a full breath. Finally, he paused, blinking up at the bigger man, and after a moment, he finally smiled. It was brief, bright, cheerful, and as he did, he threw himself back at the other man, full weight tossed at him, shoulder-first.
It wasn't much. Maybe it'd knock him back a step, though, maybe two.
"This is why we're here, isn't it!"
I AM WOE
BATTLE DAMAGE
DAMAGE DONE: 3 YOUR REMAINING HP: 24/30
OOC
My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Simply roll 1d4 to attack. The dice you roll is the damage you do. HOWEVER:
- At any point if you roll a 1, it is considered a MISS. That means you must RP out your character missing in a battle ORP outside of the arena.
- At any point if you roll two of the same dice in succession that is a critical hit! You will do 2x the damage next round. This is simply in post succession, so if you post, and roll a 4, and someone posts between you and rolls 5 and you post and roll a second 4, it still counts. It means the second 4 you roll now does8 whopping damage. However, if you roll a third consecutive 4, that does not do double damage and instead, resets the count (so you woul dhave to roll a fourth 4 in order for you to double hit)
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 1:07 pm
[ Neithan enters ]
It had taken some time to meander around what of the rooms and halls he felt at ease enough to do more than just glance at. His shoulders rolled, pops and cracks making him all the more... aware of how stiff he felt. He wanted to move. To stretch, to... do something other than sit around or adorn a wall somewhere.
Walking was something sure, but it wasn't the perfect answer.
Which was why he was incredibly relieved to wander out into the courtyard, taking a welcomed breath of fresh air and taking particular note of those sparing. That was a fine use of time. Not one to interrupt others, he moved around the perimeter. This was just the starter grounds. Preparation for what they could only hope was to come. His shoulders rolled again, one hand resting on the leather straps across his chest from the makeshift sheath his sword rested in at his back. Easy enough to loosen the straps and release the sword without having to go through the typical motions of unsheathing. Though he was still a bit... uneasy with the large blade.
That was what training grounds were for though, were they not? Practice, practice, practice...
His eyes slowly fixed on a woman (Rae), though he took more interest in the weapon she kept at her side. His pace picked up as the urge to do more than wait spurred him. Lifting a hand, he tried to catch her attention before he spoke. "Would ye care t' spar 'gainst more than some wee stuffing and hay?" He kept more than a respectful distance, more than willing to move on if she had no interest in a spar. Didn't mean he couldn't phrase it as a challenge, of course, but he wouldn't mock anyone for disinterest.
OOC
My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
"Ahhh, so it's a brawl you want now; eh boy? Perhaps I'm not as rusty at this than I am with my axe!"
The knight apprentice lets his axe fall to the floor just in time to receive the blow that Ollie was so happy to supply. Though he tried to take as little damage as possible from the run-in, the boy proved to be much more than just skin and bones. Together, they tumbled. Ezekyhel winced as his head smacked back against the tree that had up until then acted only as a backdrop. His vision swam, but still there was a grin on his face. "Yer surprisin' me more n more each hit, boy!" He said, picking the male up and tossing him carelessly off of him; then, without hesitation, he lands a nice hook to the younger apprentice's chin.
So far, the fight was lasting longer than Ezekyhel had guessed it would; and the thrill of challenge made adrenaline pump swift through his veins. He readied himself for whatever Ollie planned next- once again, taking his solid as an oak stance; though this time, instead of an axe, he had only his heavy fists.
HP:22 DMG:3
OOC
My character's name: Ezekyhel Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, muscular, and usually grinning... Ezekyhel is definitely a sight, and anyone that knows him will attest to that. Though handsome, in his own rougish way, Ezekyhel sports a thick mane of red hair and skin the ruddy tone of rose-hued brown. His eyes are as blue as ice, and rarely without a happy glint within them. Rank of character Apprentice Knight (1d4) Sacred Points obtained: 000/100
and be blue
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:51 pm
Despite the sun filtering through the narrow windows, it felt cold. There was an unpleasant, stifling atmosphere in the air, thicker than even any animosity within the castle. It felt like something was pressing down on everyone, covering them with a horrific feeling of dread. It felt like they had forgotten something very important, and that piece of knowledge was trying to worm its way back to consciousness.
And then in the distance, something pounding against the main gates.
Thump.
Thump.
CRASH.
The entire castle foundations shook, and immediately the remaining Great Knights scrambled towards the of the sound. Some where shouting commands, something about an attack, and others something about defending.
Nobody had seen it coming.
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THE SIEGE BEGINS SOON
gaia_crown[ PREPARING FOR A SIEGE ]
- The castle is under heavy assault! While the gates are still unbroken, there is time for PREPARATION. Your character has a few options at this moment. Consider this a BRIDGE moment to the next big installment of the event (the actual siege). Here are some things you can do for your character to prepare (these are all optional, but good prompts for those looking for the roleplay/interaction).
gaia_star[ UPDATING YOUR JOURNAL ] You can update your chapter journal with a quick solo as your knight gears up and prepares for battle. This would just be a quick solo of them preparing/grabbing items/weapons/ etc etc. As they prepare, for a moment they remember something important, fleeting, something extremely urgent - it is gone before they can recall it entirely but it leaves them feeling like they have forgotten something critically important.
gaia_star[ PREPARATION PRP ] You can PRP with other knights to prepare for siege HERE. Trade information you've learned so far, gather supplies, try and find weapons/items to use, time is of the essence!
gaia_star[ DEFENDING THE CASTLE RAMPARTS ] The castle walls themselves need defense! Go HERE to try and salvage what you can. Beware: if you do, any damage you take will carry over to the actual siege!
gaia_star[ Remaining in the intro orp ] You can still RP in these intro orps if you wish, but rp with a minor sense of urgency. Though, if any Great Knight catches you slacking, you can imagine you will be kicked out of knight-apprenticeship faster than you can say Where in the King's name is the Great King?
He was poised to strike again when the building shuddered in its foundations, turning Ollie's planned strike into a stumble halfway to his knees. Once again, he caught himself with his fingertips and blinked up at the other man with his mouth open, trying to figure out what had just happened. To him, it had seemed a footstep nearby that sent the ground to trembling, or like the strike of one fist had made the world shudder around him. Then it shook again, and this time he understood that it was something beyond their stupid little fight.
He blinked, half-turned, listening to cries in the distance, and something about it sent and old familiar shudder of fear through him. Ollie lacked the memory to put behind the sensation, but it made his mouth go dry and his skin go cold, clammy. His stomach bottomed out. Something was attacking, and it reminded him somehow of terrible things.
"We should go help." He was still, now, scythe in a hand that was half-limp, all his boundless energy drained out of him and leaving usually-dark skin paler, washed out. His eyes were big in his face as they refocused on Ezekyhel, both eyebrows raising slowly toward his hairline.
He only stood still for a moment before he took off in that direction, and the other man could either follow or stay on his own.
[ OLLIE EXIT ]
I AM WOE
OOC
My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:12 pm
[ Ezekyhel ]
A sense of dread filled Ezekyhel's chest as soon as the castle gave its first great quake and by the time it shook again, the knight apprentice already had his axe in hand; a challenging gleam in his bright blue eyes as his head swiveled towards the source of the disturbance. The gates. Surely, they weren't far from where he stood? All thoughts of his earlier spar were lost as he stared towards the ruckus; an unknown fear gripping and tugging hard at his heart strings. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and his knuckles turned a bright and shiny white as he gripped his axe firmer within his hand.
Surprisingly, the smaller lad was the first to react. Ezekyhel chuckled to himself as the boy sprinted ahead; then, deciding he couldn't let the boy go off on his own, Zeke- too- started off at a quick pace, already feeling the adrenaline pumping so viciously through his veins at the promise of battle.
[ EXIT ]
OOC
My character's name: Ezekyhel Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, muscular, and usually grinning... Ezekyhel is definitely a sight, and anyone that knows him will attest to that. Though handsome, in his own rougish way, Ezekyhel sports a thick mane of red hair and skin the ruddy tone of rose-hued brown. His eyes are as blue as ice, and rarely without a happy glint within them. Rank of character Apprentice Knight (1d4) Sacred Points obtained: 000/100
I AM WOE
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:26 pm
"Oh!" This isn't very good, but its the best the girl can muster when she feels the cold and the pressure and hears the dreadful noise. Her exclamations turn from actual, articulate sounds to minor squeaking once the real crash sounds. There would be no answer to the question Percival had asked, and though Abbi truly didn't mind because look they were being attacked and she couldn't expect him to, she did watch him rush off.
Unsure what else to do she followed him out, though she wasn't following too closely...
Exit
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 9:35 pm
[ENETER- Koray]
The youth took his time...got lost a few turns and ended up asking for directions as his pride was at its wits end. When the young male finally walked into the courtyard ready to train. There were calls for aid and such to help in reinforcing the castle. Wait...they were under siege?
Already?!?
With a groan he strapped his Quarterstaff to his back and jogged to the Ramparts.
[EXIT- Koray]
OOC
My character's name: Koray Karga Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Koray is tall, lanky with long dark blue hair. Eyes are mismatched now. Left is a deep azure blue, right is a murky blue gray. The right side of his face is covered with a wide banded eye patch due to blinding wounds sustained during his flight to safety. He usually can be found in a Violet tunic and dark breeches. Dark knee high riding boots. Usually has his hair up in a puffy ponytail to avoid it in his way. Ivory skin tone. Around his neck on a leather cord is a coiled up snake ready to strike. Rank of character apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
