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  • #240014
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    (I’m also not dead.)

    Evelyn was following the group from behind, leaving the tracking business to Alan and Angelica no matter what Alan had said about the tracks. It was indeed a bit chilly, but she had no money to buy herself some warm padding to wear under her armor, plus it’d be a luxury, something she should be avoiding like the plague when there were more important things to spend money on. ‘Old times?‘ Evelyn’s helmet turned to Alan and she stopped walking for two seconds before continuing again. She tried to remember if she had known Alan while she was pointlessly riding all around the land in a mercenary company. The result was negative. She also tried to remember if she had known him before that, but that was a lost cause. Finally she concluded: ‘He must be talking about that expedition into the Weald while I was here. The setting is indeed familiar, but has it really been that long to qualify for being called ‘old times’?‘ There she was, lost in thought again for stupid reasons. Should’ve been concentrating on the task at hand and the battles ahead, instead.

    Spoiler

    Crusader
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 20/100
    XP: 3/8
    Gold: 50

    Ariel
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 16/100
    XP: 0/2
    Gold: 255

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    #240020
    Rumsztyk
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    A measure of powder, down the barrel. Lead ball, down the barrel. Rinse and repeat, four times total. Angelica warmed herself up with loading her precious flintlocks. She at least was somewhat prepared for the cold, with a thick, fur-lined coat resting on her shoulders, in place of her usual black leather cape. It almost made her look like a member of royalty, not that she cared at the moment.

    If she did feel any discomfort due to cold, she didn’t show. Instead, she asked Alan a question in an upbeat tone. “Old times? You two have a story together?”

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #240291
    RighteousCrusader
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    “We were on an expedition in the Weald, miss,” Alan replied to Angelica. “It was a uh, tactical victory. We lost a man, the rest of us injured. We saved some children, killed a few witches and we slayed a couple of giants.” Alan shivered in the cold breeze, he was rather worried that the torch would go out. It started to fade, the gusty winds were rather strong. “Agghhh, the wind’s going to blow out the torch. Let’s stop and gather our bearings,” Alan groaned. They had only walked a few meters and Alan was already nervous. Something malignant was out there. He felt as if he was being watched. Alan shrugged the thoughts away and stopped in his tracks. He had stopped walking when he tripped over a discarded chest. “Oooof!” The torch landed on the ground, illuminating the chest. “Oi I found something!”

    The moon shone in the night sky, with a few clouds in the mostly clear night. It would have been a beautiful night, if the malignant forces had not begun to stir. Something had awakened them.

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #240436
    relishness oblivion
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    Braund would follow, amongst the blackened thorns and thistles marred by the infested taint of eldritch… or whatever caused this place to hold such evils. Each footstep was somewhat muffled by that of dry mud, his figure towering above and generally getting a good overview of the party from afar. He still maintained a generally uncomfortable and invading glare. The glare however remained short-lived, as he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. A silhouette.. another one of similar shape, and two more that appeared a little bulkier. He spectated from behind the silhouettes, eyeing the party from a distance. He squinted, watching as the older fellow signaled toward the chest. Braund brought down his executioners sword from his pauldron, the familiar and faint rasp of metal was iconic in the air around him as he brought the blade down with no force, merely allowing the blunt end to prod into the mud, allowing him to rest on the pommel of his blade.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #240517
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    Evelyn’s steps quickened when Alan fell and her form hunched down as she offered a hand to help the bounty hunter up. After that, she would stand by the chest, eyeing it somewhat suspiciously.

    Spoiler

    Crusader
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 20/100
    XP: 3/8
    Gold: 50

    Ariel
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 16/100
    XP: 0/2
    Gold: 255

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    #241917
    Rumsztyk
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    A lone chest in the middle of a road was more than suspicious. Angelica pulled out the guns, fully expecting an ambush of some kind, and examined the sides of the road for any suspicious movements.

    “Careful. It might be trapped.”

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #241977
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
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    “When there’s risk, there’s reward,” Alan replied as he took the Evelyn’s hand and yanked himself up. “Thanks,” he said. Alan examined the chest. It was a little worn, the wood was chipped and cracked and the metal was bent awkwardly. He yanked the chest’s lid with ease.”See? There’s nothin’ to it,” Alan said as he peered into the chest. He had failed to notice that there was a string attached to the chest lid. The string was attached to the pin of a crudely construced flashbang and when Alan yanked open the chest, the pin was pulled from the flash bang. There was bang, as the flashbang was detonated, Alan and the crusader were blinded by the flashbang, due to beign close to the chest and it might take them 5-10 seconds to adjust. Angelica might be temporarily blinded for a couple of seconds, but won’t be as affected because she wasn’t as close to the chest.

    The bright light illuminated the faces of the brigands and for a second, a shadowy figure off to the side. But of course, being blinded by the light, the shadowy figure known as Braund was not seen.

    One of the brigands signaled his comrades. “We got’ em, where we want em! Have at em!” He drew his hatchets and rushed towards the heroes. The brigands had hidden several yards away, close enough where they can see the heroes but far enough where they wouldn’t be blinded. A fusilier loaded his grape shot and said to his comrade, “Oi Darby. Fire a single round towards that bounty ‘unter bloke yeah?” Darby nodded an aimed his musket and fired a single musket round. The shot illuminated his face against the darkened treeline. The old musket ball shredded through the wooden chest and hit Alan in the left shoulder. The toughened leather shoulder pad cushioned the older musket ball from doing too much damage but it still hurt like hell. “AGHHH FUCK! AN AMBUSH!” He yelled, still blinded.

    The fourth brigand, a younger lad with a rusty short sword, was about to follow his leader when he felt Braund’s cold presence. It sent a chill down his spine. “Hello?” He called out. Perhaps it was a hero who had wandered off. He hadn’t seen Braund but he started to head towards his direction, his nervous breathing was rather loud in the woods.

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #241981
    relishness oblivion
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    The singsong sound of the young boy echoed in Braund’s ears, his eyes still admiring the scene from afar. He did not squint or look away when the contraption sounded off, he remained still, the blindness not affecting him as he was content with watching the scene. Eventually, he would sway his head in the direction of where the boy called forth, and lowered his executioners blade. Although he could slay the boy in one swing with ease, he thought it best to remain hidden from those mercenaries for now. He’d collect their hearts, one way or the other. His brass armour would glint off the flashbang for only a second, it would be unlikely for them to catch the shimmer of his armour, or even perceive that it was him and not their eyes reacting violently to the sudden brightness. Regardless, he breathed sharply through the slit in his barbuta at the thought, glancing at the scene one more time.

    With the darkened executioner’s blade drooping low to the earth, he took a couple steps toward the boy’s direction, before taking a swerve to the right and hiding behind a tree, his mass partially hidden by foliage and the tree itself. Once the boy had his back turned, or walked past him, Braund would see to it that the boy remained silent, either by blade, or by his own hand.

    Forever.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #242087
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    Evelyn had walked a little away from the chest when Alan tried to open it, but since she had kept her eyes trained on the chest in case of a trap, she was fully blinded by it. This wasn’t the kind of trap she was expecting. “Hngh.” Evelyn’s both hands covered the eyeslits of her helmet instinctively, and then her right hand went to draw her sword while the other stayed on her eyes. After hearing the gunshot, she threw herself onto the ground, but not to a full crawl as she was supporting herself with her hands and knees. She would wait for her eyes to readjust to the natural light level in this state.

    Spoiler

    Crusader
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 20/100
    XP: 3/8
    Gold: 50

    Ariel
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 16/100
    XP: 0/2
    Gold: 255

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    #242113
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
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    Having an eye out for any movement in the treeline, Angelica naturally had her head tilted to the side. As a result, only one eye was blinded by the bright light, allowing the gunslinger to react quicker to danger.

    Before the roar of musket subsided, Angelica was already aiming at where it came from, pulled the trigger on Smoke, her left-hand flintlock, and beeline for the trees at the opposite side of the road to take cover from the gunshots.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #242239
    RighteousCrusader
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    The bullet flew true and struck the brigand called Darby in the throat. Blood sprayed out from his wound and he choked and gasped for air as he started to die. The second brigand noticed his fallen companion and cursed. “Fuckin’ hell.” He tried to guess where it came from and saw a woman dash to the opposite side of the road. He stood up and fired his grape shot, the pellets tearing through the woods, though they would not be as a effective from a far. He kneels down to hastily reload Darby’s musket.

    The third brigand armed with the hatchets let out a bloodcurdling scream and he attempted to attack Alan who was still on the ground, still injured from the musket round, but he managed to do a quick roll away. The brigand was standing between Evelyn and Alan and he could easily be attacked from behind.

    The young brigand was terrified. The gun shots weren’t a good sign. “Who..who… ever is out there,” he said nervously. “I’m a wanted man! I killed someone! So…so surrender….surrender to me.” He swallowed nervously and pointed his short sword around. He was getting farther and farther away from the fighting and soon, he had his back to the unseen Braund. A deadly mistake.

    The shots sent some birds into the sky. A few miles to the northwest, on hill that was slightly above the Hamlet, was a neglected, abandoned church. A pair of sentinels dressed in worn crusader armor, now mismatched with the symbols and armor of a cult, watched the birds soar away, the gunshots in the distance. One of them muttered to the other in a raspy voice, “Inform Lord Tywen that the interlopers are a few miles away.” The second sentinel nodded. He walked off, his rusting crusader greaves and gauntlets clanked and creaked against his newer cultist armor.

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #242247
    relishness oblivion
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    Braund made no impending movement at the man originally, he merely watched as the child lumbered, spouting threats fashioned from a coward’s tongue. He idled a bit, merely taking in the fear, drinking it whole, perhaps quite literally, as he made a deep, growly gulp in his throat masked by the studded leather coif draping around his neck. He leaned his executioner’s blade against the tainted bark, the black iron pommel grinding the bark quietly until it found its place. He took a single step toward the man, enough distance had been covered by that one step so Braund was in striking distance with the man.

    He breathed quietly, on the back of the boys neck, the chilling air dripping down from his barbuta, prickling the bumps across the young brigands.

    “…Mine.” Braund whispered beneath his barbuta, shooting his leather clad paws up at the young boys skull, squeezing it tight whilst both of his index and middle fingers began to search for his eyes, pushing hard into his skin as they calmly searched.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #242252
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
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    “What the….YARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHAGHHHH!!!!” The youth screamed, but the woods muffled his screams. He struggled. He flailed. He bit his tongue while he screamed, blood starting to gush.The youth dropped his rusted short sword in the mud, the rusting iron became stained with the drops of blood.

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

    #242351
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    At the sound of another gunshot, Evelyn covered her head with her left hand but she felt no pain. With her eyesight beginning to turn back to normal, her eyes immediately met with a stranger’s legs. Quickly, she got up into a crouched stance and performed a horizontal slash at the man’s knees from behind, using two hands.

    (I assume the brigand is facing Alan right now. Is this right?)

    Spoiler

    Crusader
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 20/100
    XP: 3/8
    Gold: 50

    Ariel
    Injuries: None
    Stress: 16/100
    XP: 0/2
    Gold: 255

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    #242353
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
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    (yes. Will post later).

    Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence and three times is enemy action.

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