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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 7:34 am
 “Mister, I’m in no mood to be picked on.”
Vodyanoi stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at the heavily-armed Oban bandit. The situation wasn’t exactly looking good for him, what with this fellow clearly being skilled in fighting and a good head taller than the water earthling. But Vodyanoi was hungry, and tired, and the only thing he wanted to do was get back to his troupe -- with all his possessions still intact.
Their tour of the smaller villages of Oba was taking them longer than expected. They had figured on making a quick circuit before turning their sights for Jauhar, but there were… well, there were more villages than they had thought, and their residents were a lot friendlier than they had come to expect.
Well, most of them were. This fellow with the hammer, he wasn’t.
With the tour stretching out so long, they had run out of supplies -- the sorts of things one couldn’t get in backwater villages, like fine fabrics and threads for their costumes or equipment to repair and tune their drums. Vodyanoi had been sent, alongside one of the caravan’s quhars, to fetch some things. He had been on his way back to camp, following a sandy crevasse in the landscape, when the bandit had appeared out of some bristly desert foliage and ordered him to stop.
Vodyanoi, as he had already explained, simply wasn’t interested.
“There’s nothing in here besides rags and some dried fish, anyway. Don’t you go mistaking me for a rich trader, or something -- I’m only dressed fancy ‘cause I’m a performer, see. It’s not that I’ve got deep pockets.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 4:29 pm
 Reillan came up behind the little scene, it was beyond him that after all the strife he and the rest of the world had gone through that anyone would still be up to such stupid shenanigans. He stood behind the Quhar and glared at the other Oban. "What is the hold up then." He braced his legs apart looking intimidating. "Let this poor lad through lunkhead or you will answer to me. I am no performer." He didn't lie he had been trained from a long time ago and it showed in the line of his body and stance. "Begone, or you will receive far more then you bargained for." Reill drew his sword and stepped away from the waterling and his best of burden. Not when he was on the scene was this highway robbery going to go down. He could have just walked by and left buut he had this pesky sense of honor and a mean protective streak that ran a mile deep.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2015 9:54 am
Having not been aware of the fact that he was (apparently) travelling with a bodyguard, the sight of a second heavily-armed Oban startled Vodyanoi even more than the appearance of the first. This was, of course, in part due to his appearance (he did look rather intimidating) but also in great part because he appeared to be taking Vodyanoi’s side.
And, well, although Vodyanoi had already come to accept that the majority of Obans were completely normal and peaceable people, this was the first time that one of them was brandishing his sword on his behalf.
The bandit, too, seemed to find this worthy of mentioning.
“Not a performer? Then what are you? A hired guard? Working on this waterboy’s pay? Hah. If that’s the best work you can find, you don’t scare me.” He hefted his hammer and took a threatening step towards the other man, clearly trying to intimidate him. Vodyanoi took a hurried step and considered telling the bandit that he had never seen the swordsman ever before in his life, but… it seemed rather irrelevant in the current situation.
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2015 6:58 pm
"Wrong again vulture spit." he snarled at the bandit. "I'm just a deranged hightly skilled swordsman who spent far too much time in the sun. He smiled underneath his mask the look didn't touch his eyes. "I'm ruled by chance and it is by chance that I chose his side which coincidentally is the right side." "Now are we going to fight it out over him? I'm in need of some good excersize," he flexed, "Can't you tell?" He zipped forward brandishing his sword. Hopefully the poor waterling wouldn't be too terrified by his horrible lies, but he hoped it would get rid of the unwanted company promptly. The unknown was usually a good way to creep others out. And this was one of his first times trying it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 7:59 pm
This man, Vodyanoi decided, made for a rather strange saviour. Of course when it came to saviours one shouldn’t be very picky, especially when the alternative was death by a greedy Oban hammer, and Vodyanoi certainly wasn’t about to tell the man to go away just because he was a little strange and… unexpected.
He was, however, definitely unexpected. And charmingly so, given the circumstances; the drummer snickered at the man’s quips and kept clear of the waving weapons.
“You’re some mongrel.” The bandit spat, but seemed to have lost some of his confidence. The masked man was clearly unnerving him… but not quite enough to turn tail and run.
“Fine.” He grunted. “If it’s a fight you want, you’ll get one!”
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:09 pm
Crap his bluff hadn't worked. Oh well no use for it now but to fight and once that was determined who was he to delay the procedings. "Stay back," he told the poor waterling, the last thing he needed was to crash into an innocent with that great sword of his. If he was hurt Reillan would feel like crap and he wasn't about to go there, he had spent far to long feeling sorry for himself and his brother. He lunged out with the sword and span into a flurry of moves that while showy were effective. Hammers sucked to fight against. If his arm or shoulder were struck he would be nursing it for a long time and fighting with his weak hand. Reill struck at the mans feet while trying to avoid any sound thumpings from above..it wouldn't do his head any good to be struck either. His father said that he who has the big mouth must also come through on the action if needed so that was what Reillan would do. He would pound this sap into a pulp or until he ran or he would himself become the pulp..he preferred the former two choices over the latter but this bandit might be strong.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2015 11:10 am
Vodyanoi took heed of the masked Oban’s warning, staying clear of the fight that was on the verge of breaking out. For a moment, he hoped the bandit would just turn tail and run away -- but then the two men leapt at each other, hammer and blade swinging.
Vodyanoi had, he realised now, never actually seen a fight up close before this. It was… different than he’d imagined. Slower, actually, but more deadly than it was in his imagination. Seeing the actual weapons flying around was an ever-present reminder that this wasn’t just a fantastical vision from a story. These were two men actually fighting right before him, in the middle of a desert trail.
They were both quite strong by the looks of it, but the masked man seemed to fight with more strategy. The bandit, on the other hand, swung wildly, and his opponent took advantage of this to go for his feet. After a couple of these blows, the bandit finally staggered and fell sideways -- into the quhar who was carrying Vodyanoi’s belongings.
The big animal bellowed angrily and brandished his horns at the man.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 9:35 pm
Reillan rather hoped that the Quhar would run the overgrown pest off and he wouldn't have to skewer him. He strode forward keeping out of range of the beast but close so that the bandit had to go after him and not the waterling. "Are you quite done? Or should the Quhar step on you and save us the trouble of your company?" He bared pale teeth, then remembered that no one could see them. Well that was a useless threat. So he swung the blade to bear. If the miscreant didn't back down than Reillan would give him a real hiding and leave him crumpled on the edge of the trial, he thought that was more than fair he had given the man plenty of chance and he was out of patience.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 8:00 am
Trapped between an rather intimidating warrior (teeth or no teeth) and an angry beast, the bandit seemed to be having second thoughts once again. He backed up from both, taking nervous half-steps until his back hit the side of the crevasse that Vodyanoi had chosen to walk down. Then he glanced around and took stock of his options.
Vodyanoi could almost see the calculations running through his mind. If he won this fight, he could take all of Vodyanoi’s supplies, the warrior’s weaponry and the quhar -- a tidy profit and an animal to carry it all back to town for him. But his chances of winning this prize were starting to seem a little more dim than before, and after eyeing the swordsman’s blade he finally decided it was better to cut his losses and go. His face wrinkling into an expression of angry distaste, he spat at the ground and began to sidle away from the trio, no doubt planning on getting some solid rock between him and the other Oban before he turned tail and ran.
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