Topic: Darkest Roleplay [RUINS 2]

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  • #257757
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Braund took each stride quickly, his large form eventually emerging from the forest, brass twinkling in the moonlight. His boots left faint footprints in the earth, but without some form of light it would be hard to see them. As he neared the cart, he lowered his form slightly, keeping to the carriage so he would remain concealed. As he neared it, he leaned his executioner sword against the carriage and peaked inside. His eyes looked upon the interior of the carriage, whilst he formulated a plan with his decrepit mind which would prove to fall together quite quickly the more he analysed each component. First, he snatched the pouch of Gunpowder and took the small keg of gunpowder under his arm. Taking it out, he placed it behind the Carriage where he currently was, and took out a small plug that kept the gunpowder inside. He neared his helm near it, taking a whiff and he smelt the strong scent of sulphur. Untying the musket ball pouch, he opened it and poured 23 musket balls inside and kept two more in the pouch. Braund would plug e barrel back up and shake it slightly so the musket balls became engulfed in the substance.

    Leaving the keg of gunpowder there, he looked inside the cart again and withdrew the two muskets, holding onto them both with his left bear sized hand. His dead eyes skirted across the small sack of short swords, and he promptly threw them just in front of him and the keg, the swords sprawled out on the ground with the sack added to them. Sensing that he could do no more, he picked up his sword in his right hand and hurried back into the clearing, and got to a moderately concealed distance whilst he still had a visual on the barrel and the carriage.

    He stood beside a tree, with his sword and one of the musket rifles leaning against the tree. Stood high and intimidatingly in the faint shadows, he brought his musket up, peering down the top of the rifle and training the firearm on the keg of gunpowder. Eventually, he would lower himself slightly, keeping down and quiet to avoid being detected. Once his rifle sounded off, he would make his way further down.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

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

    #257775
    Can
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    Evelyn, after seeing the not so important musket wound, quickly started unbuckling the steel gauntlet on her left hand. After it was out of her hand, she tossed it onto the ground, and held Alan’s arm firmly with the other gauntleted hand. With the bare hand that was reasonably cleaner than the gauntlet, she pinched the musket ball that had only slightly set itself into Alan’s skin, while trying not to touch the wound with her fingers. She then pulled the musket ball out of the skin; it could or could not hurt much depending on how sensitive Alan’s pain receptors were on his shoulder.

    After tossing the slightly bloody musket ball away, Evelyn reached for her engraved wooden canteen inside her satchel and opened it. If no one intervened, she would gently pour some of the pure liquid inside, which is holy water, on Alan’s wound.

    (The treatment isn’t over yet. I’m ending this post here so that Alan and/or Angelica have a chance to act. If they aren’t going to do anything that may change how the crusader treats the wound, then I can edit this post to explain the whole treatment process.)

    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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    #258130
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
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    Angelica spared herself the gruesome sights. “I’ll keep an eye on the road. Try to be quick, though – I wouldn’t want to stay in one place for too long.”

    She was focused mostly on the road ahead of them, but as she was waiting for Evelynn to finish patching Alan up she decided to check the bandit corpses for any valuables.

    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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    #258239
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
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    Alan let out a small scream. “Aghhh! Hell, that hurt….Oh that’s better….” The holy water soothed the pain and it cleaned the wound well. The wound still bled a little. “Grab a bandage from my bag,” Alan said to Evelyn. “Let’s dress it and get moving. Shit’s already hit the wind and we’re sitting ducks.”

    Angelica would find miscellaneous items on the brigands’ bodies. 75 gold total, a torch and some ammo and one piece of bread.

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

    #258251
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
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    Braund remained still, his towering brass form standing tall and menacing amongst the brush away from the path. He occasionally glanced at the road in the direction he came from for any indication that the party was approaching.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

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

    #258281
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    Evelyn nodded to Angelica, and then Alan before she put the canteen back inside her satchel. She had her own bandages, but they were running out, so she looked inside Alan’s bag to find his roll of bandages. She rolled the bandage around Alan’s wounded shoulder, the bandage going about the top of his humerus and underarm, before she ripped the piece from the roll and secured it into place. After putting the remaining bandage back into Alan’s bag, she intertwined her fists over her chest, tilted her head down and started chanting silently. The ritual would take no more than 20 seconds, and the holy water on the wound would start glowing and healing the wound. The effects would depend on Alan’s own faith however; ranging from the glowing and healing being unnoticeable if he was a complete heretic, to the glowing being almost dazzling and the healing being quite rapid if he was a completely pure and firm believer. His wound would itch a little during this process and the healing effect would end in a few seconds regardless of the strength of his faith.

    After it was done, Evelyn would take a deep breath and reach for her gauntlet on the ground to set it back into its place. (+2 stress due to inner contradictions)

    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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    #258978
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    Angelica was scooping up the small reward when a brilliant flash of light reflected in the coins and lead balls she was picking up. With her hand close to one of the guns, she turned around rapidly. Just in time to see the light fade and Evelynn picking up the gauntlet. Briefly wide-eyed, she nonchalantly walked up to Alan. “Better yet?” she casually inquired.

    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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    #259383
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
    Participant

    Alan grunted, “Yeah let’s get going.” He props himself up and winces as he adjusts his mask. “This isn’t going to end well…” He hobbles along, the crusader’s tracks still imprinted in the dirt. He paused after walking a few yards. “Let’s get moving, there’s no telling something might be watching us.”

    The forest was still, the animals were silent. The church was a hive of activity, the cultist crusaders moving about the place. Lord Tywin looked over the forest as he pondered his next move. “Sire, shall I send a patrol out? The interlopers are about a quarter away,” a cultist crusader said behind him. “Send a pair to reinforce…..Him,” Tywin replied. “Do you mean Bra-” The cultist crusader received a punch across his unhelmeted face. “Do not dare to speak his name in front of me!” Lord Tywin spat. “He is a monster, a ruthless, brutish animal. Do you understand me? DO YOU?” The younger crusader nodded and limped away, the blood dripping down his mouth. The man looked at a pair of crusaders, dressed with their metal gauntlets and greaves. They were dressed in the green, forest colors of rangers or brigands. The soldiers’ dead eyes and helmeted head nodded as the man relayed their orders. They silently disappeared into the forest, seeking the sanctified soldier known as Braund.

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

    #260722
    Can
    Can
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    As Evelyn prayed, the holy water on Alan’s wounded shoulder started shedding a warm but dim light and the wound started healing slowly but visibly, until the light receded a few seconds after.

    Evelyn nodded to Alan and started following him, her metal boots planting deep footprints into the mud. She would be on the lookout for any other ambushes, using what she learned from her two years of being in a travelling mercenary company.

    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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    #264390
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    Angelica went right behind them, soon after checking her weapons yet again. Locked and loaded she watched their rear.

    “Don’t do anything stupid again, please. Stay alert.” She felt obliged to remind the old timer.

    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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    #265025
    RighteousCrusader
    RighteousCrusader
    Participant

    “Right, right sorry love,” Alan grunted as he adjusts his the wrapping covering his mouth. “Let’s keep moving!” Alan draws his hatchet and continues to head deeper into the forest. The soles of their boots would crunch on dead leaves and mud would splatter all over their armor and boots. Alan knelt to the ground and swore. “Fuckin’ horseshit! Tracks have gone cold!” Indeed, the tracks of Ronin were gone but the tracks of others were there; the area seemed to have traveled recently, with the boot prints of the brigands splattered in the mud in hurry.

    “Are you sure this is the right path?” The cultist crusader questioned his companion. “Of course I know the way,” the second cultist Crusader replied smugly. “I know these woods like the old holy texts!” The first crusader snorted. “We don’t read that blasphemy anymore! Those so-called texts are nothing more than-” He was shushed when his companion put a finger to his mouth and motioned him to quiet. “Wot is it,” he whispered.

    “Secure the perimeter! I want you four to stay with up here in the church to make sure the patrol finished the interlopers off!” Tywin spat and pointed at a small group of cultist crusaders gathered before him. Tywin turned to the rest of cultist crusaders. “Head to the catacombs! Steel yourselves for the coming battle!” The cultist crusaders all let out a grunt of acknowledgment and scurried off.

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

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