Zubin got up with the help of the two men and the mule pulling his collar. He stood up and said : ''Sigh, i feel weak''. The two men looked at him and gave a smile of approval. Zubin didn't seem to understand anything. Venex said : ''Zubin, i hope you've got something to eat.''. ''Ummm, yes but it is for emergency.'' Zubin replied. Venex said : ''Let's have a little of what you have and then we'll seek food somewhere else.''
Zubin shrugged and took out a bunch of dry fruits and 3 chunks of brown bread. The three men ate it with relish while walking and then sat down on a boulder set aside by the nature. They looked relieved but suddenly Zubin said : ''Hey where is the mule?''
The men then saw the mule running towards where the group of people was going. The three men yelled : ''AAayyyyyeeeee, stop''. ''Zarym wait for us'' the monk added. The three tried to reach the mule as fast as they could.
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Thufir, hearing a commotion, looked up from his thoughts. What he saw amused him to no end. 3 trained warrior were running around on, and off, the path, trying to catch the strange monk's even stranger donkey. "Left! LEFT!" "No, right!" "Jump at him!" Sploosh! "You missed!" "Cut him off!" "Zubin, get behind him!" "Too late, he's off again!"
At last the monk managed to catch the donkey. The three men stood, hands on knees, breathing heavily. They were all red in the face - likely as a combination of exhaustion and embarassment. "Well," said Venex, "that was fun." The donkey brayed.
Thufir was laughing in the distance. In fact - most of the group was laughing, and those who weren't smiled in amusement. "Hey, looks like everyone cheered up!" piped Zubin enthusiastically.
There was a sudden CRASH! of thunder, and then it started to rain...
"They put on a good show for us, didn't they Thufir. It's nice to have a laugh every now and then to break the monotony."
I dig out another root from my pouch and gave it to the mule.
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Zubin looked up with a look of tireness on his face.
He said : ''Ah, i'm getting all clean *huh*. But the odour will last for days *huh*'' while trying to breathe. He looked over to everyone who had left smiling and laughing and were now wondering over the rain. Some men just held their sheilds or other objects upon their heads. But Venex seemed to be liking the feeling of water drops dripping through his body.
The monk was less worried about the rain but was inspecting his mule. Zubin walked towards Venex and said : ''What now? Should we find something to cover us or should we stay here in the rain''. Venex gave a confused look to Zubin and said : ''Ummm ... whatever you like. I'll prefer staying here.''. ''Huh, i'll join you'' replied Zubin shaking his head.
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"Well I, for one, am getting under some cover" said Thufir, as he pulled a large sheet of tarred canvas out from his pack, spreading it over a couple of branches, "Anyone with me?" he dug through his pack some more, and as he did he explained "I always have some dry wood stored away for times like these," but with a groan, he pulled out some damp wood. "Well, this got a bit wet, anyone have some dry stuff saved away?"
After all the commotion Skylor the monk smiled at the situation and looked up into the clouds as the rain fell upon his face. It was soothing to feel shower of nature upon him. He then looked back at Zarym the mule.
"Did you get enough exercise for the day? All that running was not amusing. You could have dropped something off the packs."
He lead the mule over to the artificial lean-to that had been created and rummaged through one of the packs. He produced a handful of dry kindling and a small vial of latern oil.
"The kindling will start the fire, we drip a little oil on your damp wood and it will light anyway and the fire from the oil will dry the wood and it will burn."
He handed over the items then he closed the pack and lead Zarym over to a grassy spot and they lay in the rain. The monk fell fast asleep.
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"Thanks, I just can't stand the rain. I like a good fire, even if it does give us away to any ogres that might be wandering the area." siad Thufir, grinning.
Zubin lay low trying to sleep just when a whistiling sound came which Zubin recognised. Suddenly he recalled that it was his hawk that he had left home in the darkovia forests before starting the journey. As he looked up in the sky he saw the golden feathered big hawk swiftly tearing through the wind trying to reach his master.
Zubin looked towards the hawk and said : ''Hey, you're here. I thought you were home. All these days you were trying to find me.''. Suddenly the hawk landed on Zubin's shoulder whispering something into his ear. ''I only understand you'r looks, dave'' he replied with a laugh. He recalled seeing the hawk completely wet still flying so swiftly. ''You have grown pretty experienced eh?'' Zubin commented.
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After only a few moments the monk rose. He pulled his spade staff from the bindings of the packs that Zarym the mule carried.
"I believe a little practice is in order" He whispered to the mule.
He stepped out into the rain and begun thrusthing the staff. He went through a series of stances and manuevers then he finally had himself warmed up a bit and he began.
His movement speed became that seemingly inhuman. The staff was but a blurr in the light of the lightning. The monk then began to hum. Once he began to hum he closed his eyes and continued to manuever the staff. His energy built and stacked upon itself. Then with a sudden movement he stopped and slammed the spade of the staff into the ground.
The staff hitting the ground caused a release of his fighting energy. An orb of energy spread out from the monk and anyone that happened to watch would see that there was no rain inside the orb. Water litterally went around the orb of energy like it was made of glass. Landing upon the orb and flowing down around it.
A few moments later the orb collapsed and the monk was once more standing in the rain. He smiled up at the sky and allowed the rain to once more fall upon his face. Then he put the staff back in its place and lay back beside the mule to sleep.
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The group at last had reached the Winspear Hills, and now saught to earn their reward of 10000 gold piece by slaying the orge menace.
"These rocky canyons and cliffs can be dangerous" Sir Elric informed the group. "Ogres often use them for cover or for an vantage point for hurling boulders at you. so watch your backs!"
A small landslide of rock moved down a steep cliff face.
"Halt!" Sir Elric called back to the group. "Steel yourselves!!, or foes approach!"
No sooner had he finished his sentence, did a dozen or so large orges descend the slopes and charge the group.
"WE WILL CRUSH YOU!! CRUSH YOU TO GOO!!!" they yelled, clubs in hand.
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The monk had his staff ready and adapted a defensive posture. He was braced for the attack. The sight of the large creatures made him realize once more than is such a world, man is but a speck of dust in the wind.
"Brace yourselves gentlmen, this will be a real test."
That said the monk lept into battle. Wielding his staff and striking with both the spade and crescent ends. The monk landed a few blows on one of the creatures and was doing well at dodging the large monster's attacks. However, he is no more than human and he made a mistake. He zigged when he should have zagged and got clobbered heavily with a club.
The club hit him in his torso and he heard ribs crack as he was sent flying in the opposite direction only to be slammed into a rocky cliff face behind him. He slumped down but was able to staggeredly get himself back on his feet.
"A strong body must have a strong mind and spirit!" He yelled as he charged back at the creature.
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The attack was unexpected, and Venex had little time to react. The monk who, moments before, had stood beside him, was gone. Already he battled an ogre. The others leapt into the fray behind him, Zubin and Thufir running to aid Skylor.
The Necromancer looked around for Kennedy and saw the hulking golem with Vassalus, each taking an ogre to themselves. Balgarath stood nearby, aiding where he could. Venex ran to join him.
"Balgarath!" he shouted, dodging the arm of an ogre. A blade came down behind him and stuck itself in the appendage. Venex kept running. "Balgarath! Know you any magic we might use against these foes?" He stumbled, and fell. He turned to look up in time to see an ogre standing above him, foot raised and ready to make a crushing blow. He rolled, escaping the foot, and stuck his dagger to the hilt through the ogre's other leg. Reacting quickly, the ogre bellowed and grabbed the Necromancer from the ground, hurling him through the air.
Kennedy made a lucky catch, and deposited Venex beside Balgarath. The old Necromancer looked at his young comrade and smiled wryly. "Be careful young one," he said.
The ogre pulled the dagger from his leg and snapped it cleanly in two before approaching the two men with a very angry look in his eyes. "Now would be a good time for that magic..." hinted the young Necromancer.
"Facio, Voco, Ferre" Balgarath chanted as he conjured a wall of bone into existance to shield Venex and himself.
"that should by me some time" He said. "Vasallus, get in there and stall them" Vasallus moved in as one ogre tried to smash the wall down. Vasallus grabbed the ogre by the arms and pulled them outwards, after some straining, he removed them from their sockets. "Facio, Voco, Ferre" Chanted Balgarath as he once again conjured a spear of bone which impaled one of the ogres against a rock.
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After seeing that daggers have little effect on the ogres I proceed with my quarterstaff. I approach one nearest me, his club swinging in wide arcs. His first swing barely misses me and I nearly lose my footing. I turn as quickly as I can and thrust my staff into his side, but I barely scratch him. Another swing of its club slams into the ground grazing my leg. I realize that trying to block its massive club with my staff would be useless so I continue to strike and poke him. This goes on for a bit and I start to grow weary.
The only way I am going to get the better of him is to outwit him. I noticed a large log and maneuver the ogre over that way. I begin lunging side to side - trying to fake him as to which side I will end up. Right, left, right, left - I notice a confused look on his face and make my move. I launch a strike to its knees. He starts teetering and at first appears to get his balance but another blow to its knees sends him falling over the log. I raise my staff and thrust it through his heart, pushing harder and harder to penetrate its thick skin. Panting, I go to my knees and try to get my breathing under control.
In the brief amount of time I spend trying to get my breathing regulated another ogre approaches from behind. I hear it, turn and am sent flying through the air into a puddle of mud. I land, look up, shake my head and pass out.
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Jumping into action, Thufir drew his daggers, throwing one, two, three four into the chest of the nearest ogre. "What did it take to kill there things?" he thought, jumping away from another's slash. "Johnny, heads up!" Yelled Thufir, running at him. Johnny seemed to get the plan, and bending down, linked his hands together. Thufir jumped into them and Johnny pushed with all his might, sending Thufir easily high enough to land on the shoulders of one of the brutes.
Flying through the air, with the mind of a trained soldiar, commander and tactician, he saw Carloseus was duking it out with an ogre, attempting to match it blow for blow, but staying wary of the club, although he did manage to hard-parry a few instead of just deflecting.
The necromancers seemed to have things under control, although Thufir knew all that casting must have been tiring.
Stormcat was having trouble, but Carloseus had already seen it and was ushing to her aid, Zubin jumping in to finish the ogre Carloseus had wounded.
At that moment, Thufir landed on the head of an ogre and fast as thought, jammed one of the daggers into it's skull. A shock vibrated through his hand as the dagger bounced off, leaving his hand numb. With his other hand, he quickly fumbled for another dagger, hopig he wouldn't fall off. Luck was with him, and he managed to pull out a dagger just as he fell off the back of the ogre, stabbing it in the base of the neck, severing the spine.
Zubin pulled his Darklaw off the ogre's head which was badly wounded by Carloseus and said : ''It's good that he was weak''. He quickly turned off to have a look about if there were others charging at him. He saw none. He whispered something into dave's ears and he flew off towards the rocky mountains. He rose his sword up and went to finish the other wounded ogre's which could cause trouble.
He saw Thufir got a bit slow. He quickly dug his hand into his pouch and took out an exploding potion. ''Holy crap, it's the only one left'' he commented. He said '' Thufir, take this it'll help'' and he passed the potion to Thufir. He quickly finished some of the wounded ogres but suddenly a fully healthy ogre sneaked up from behind and caught Zubin. The ogre held him by both his arms and rose him high up in the air. The pressure of its grip was increasing slowly and so was the pain. Zubin yelled for help.
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Carloseus strikes down one ogre and rushes to Cinara, who is weary after slaying her opponent. He nods to her quickly, and goes back to work, engaging one ogre. Another joins, and he is forced to split his swords in two to simply keep up with the brutes. Slowly he snakes and dodges his way out of the path of the heavy clubs just barely before one of the monsters swings and it strikes him on the right shoulder and sends him hurling to the side. Though not broken, the blow made massive damage to his shoulder and sent violent surges of pain throughout his body.
"Aaggh!!" Carloseus yelled in pain and anger, and combined the two swords and ignored the pain now stabbing at his shoulder. An ogre raised his club high above its head and brought it down, Carloseus reared back and swung angrily to meet the club, and when the two forces clashed the club was sliced in two. In rapid succession the bodyguard rushed forward and ripped many deep and wide slashes into the monster and quickly gave similar treatment to the other who had challenged him.
His entire body then shook slightly, and he slumped a bit, the exhaustion from such a powerful explosion would slow him down some.
Thufir heard someone yell "Thufir, take this it'll help!" and reflexively caught the potion flying through the air. He was about to drink it when he noticed "Wait, it really shouldn't be orange..." He tucked it in his belt until he could ask what it was for, and he drew his two scimitars. Time to get serious.
The monk had traded blows with the ogre for a few moments now and had been tossed into the rocks more than once. Thrown once more by the massive creature's club the monk's staff hit the ground. He looked up at the ogre and popped his elbow back into socket wincing slightly from the pain. He slung off his robes to reveal a simple tunic and breeches beneath them. His garments tailored to fit just right for fighting without restricting movement.
"Then the power of the spirit." He said as he broadened his stance. Energy began to gather within him and he darted. As he moved there was a slight jingling sound. The medalion of the paladin order hung around his neck still. A flash was all that could be seen of the monk after that.
"Addere, ipse, fortitudo" The monk yelled as he charged at the ogre bare handed. He lept into the air and bounded off of the creatures large knee and up into the path of a swinging club that he planted a foot on and used the force of the club to move into striking distance of the ogres face.
He spun in mid air extending his right leg which impacted the side of the ogre's head with such force that the skull beneath cracked. A shockwave of energy could be seen as his foot contacted the ogre's head.
The ogre fell down dead and the monk landed perfectly on both feet in a battle stance then passed out cold.
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Zubin shrugged and took out a bunch of dry fruits and 3 chunks of brown bread. The three men ate it with relish while walking and then sat down on a boulder set aside by the nature. They looked relieved but suddenly Zubin said : ''Hey where is the mule?''
The men then saw the mule running towards where the group of people was going. The three men yelled : ''AAayyyyyeeeee, stop''. ''Zarym wait for us'' the monk added. The three tried to reach the mule as fast as they could.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Thufir was laughing in the distance. In fact - most of the group was laughing, and those who weren't smiled in amusement. "Hey, looks like everyone cheered up!" piped Zubin enthusiastically.
There was a sudden CRASH! of thunder, and then it started to rain...
I dig out another root from my pouch and gave it to the mule.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
He said : ''Ah, i'm getting all clean *huh*. But the odour will last for days *huh*'' while trying to breathe. He looked over to everyone who had left smiling and laughing and were now wondering over the rain. Some men just held their sheilds or other objects upon their heads. But Venex seemed to be liking the feeling of water drops dripping through his body.
The monk was less worried about the rain but was inspecting his mule. Zubin walked towards Venex and said : ''What now? Should we find something to cover us or should we stay here in the rain''. Venex gave a confused look to Zubin and said : ''Ummm ... whatever you like. I'll prefer staying here.''. ''Huh, i'll join you'' replied Zubin shaking his head.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Did you get enough exercise for the day? All that running was not amusing. You could have dropped something off the packs."
He lead the mule over to the artificial lean-to that had been created and rummaged through one of the packs. He produced a handful of dry kindling and a small vial of latern oil.
"The kindling will start the fire, we drip a little oil on your damp wood and it will light anyway and the fire from the oil will dry the wood and it will burn."
He handed over the items then he closed the pack and lead Zarym over to a grassy spot and they lay in the rain. The monk fell fast asleep.
Zubin looked towards the hawk and said : ''Hey, you're here. I thought you were home. All these days you were trying to find me.''. Suddenly the hawk landed on Zubin's shoulder whispering something into his ear. ''I only understand you'r looks, dave'' he replied with a laugh. He recalled seeing the hawk completely wet still flying so swiftly. ''You have grown pretty experienced eh?'' Zubin commented.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"I believe a little practice is in order" He whispered to the mule.
He stepped out into the rain and begun thrusthing the staff. He went through a series of stances and manuevers then he finally had himself warmed up a bit and he began.
His movement speed became that seemingly inhuman. The staff was but a blurr in the light of the lightning. The monk then began to hum. Once he began to hum he closed his eyes and continued to manuever the staff. His energy built and stacked upon itself. Then with a sudden movement he stopped and slammed the spade of the staff into the ground.
The staff hitting the ground caused a release of his fighting energy. An orb of energy spread out from the monk and anyone that happened to watch would see that there was no rain inside the orb. Water litterally went around the orb of energy like it was made of glass. Landing upon the orb and flowing down around it.
A few moments later the orb collapsed and the monk was once more standing in the rain. He smiled up at the sky and allowed the rain to once more fall upon his face. Then he put the staff back in its place and lay back beside the mule to sleep.
"Afternoon"
The group at last had reached the Winspear Hills, and now saught to earn their reward of 10000 gold piece by slaying the orge menace.
"These rocky canyons and cliffs can be dangerous" Sir Elric informed the group. "Ogres often use them for cover or for an vantage point for hurling boulders at you. so watch your backs!"
A small landslide of rock moved down a steep cliff face.
"Halt!" Sir Elric called back to the group. "Steel yourselves!!, or foes approach!"
No sooner had he finished his sentence, did a dozen or so large orges descend the slopes and charge the group.
"WE WILL CRUSH YOU!! CRUSH YOU TO GOO!!!" they yelled, clubs in hand.
"Brace yourselves gentlmen, this will be a real test."
That said the monk lept into battle. Wielding his staff and striking with both the spade and crescent ends. The monk landed a few blows on one of the creatures and was doing well at dodging the large monster's attacks. However, he is no more than human and he made a mistake. He zigged when he should have zagged and got clobbered heavily with a club.
The club hit him in his torso and he heard ribs crack as he was sent flying in the opposite direction only to be slammed into a rocky cliff face behind him. He slumped down but was able to staggeredly get himself back on his feet.
"A strong body must have a strong mind and spirit!" He yelled as he charged back at the creature.
The Necromancer looked around for Kennedy and saw the hulking golem with Vassalus, each taking an ogre to themselves. Balgarath stood nearby, aiding where he could. Venex ran to join him.
"Balgarath!" he shouted, dodging the arm of an ogre. A blade came down behind him and stuck itself in the appendage. Venex kept running. "Balgarath! Know you any magic we might use against these foes?" He stumbled, and fell. He turned to look up in time to see an ogre standing above him, foot raised and ready to make a crushing blow. He rolled, escaping the foot, and stuck his dagger to the hilt through the ogre's other leg. Reacting quickly, the ogre bellowed and grabbed the Necromancer from the ground, hurling him through the air.
Kennedy made a lucky catch, and deposited Venex beside Balgarath. The old Necromancer looked at his young comrade and smiled wryly. "Be careful young one," he said.
The ogre pulled the dagger from his leg and snapped it cleanly in two before approaching the two men with a very angry look in his eyes. "Now would be a good time for that magic..." hinted the young Necromancer.
"Indeed," said Balgarath.
"Facio, Voco, Ferre" Balgarath chanted as he conjured a wall of bone into existance to shield Venex and himself.
"that should by me some time" He said. "Vasallus, get in there and stall them"
Vasallus moved in as one ogre tried to smash the wall down. Vasallus grabbed the ogre by the arms and pulled them outwards, after some straining, he removed them from their sockets.
"Facio, Voco, Ferre" Chanted Balgarath as he once again conjured a spear of bone which impaled one of the ogres against a rock.
The only way I am going to get the better of him is to outwit him. I noticed a large log and maneuver the ogre over that way. I begin lunging side to side - trying to fake him as to which side I will end up. Right, left, right, left - I notice a confused look on his face and make my move. I launch a strike to its knees. He starts teetering and at first appears to get his balance but another blow to its knees sends him falling over the log. I raise my staff and thrust it through his heart, pushing harder and harder to penetrate its thick skin. Panting, I go to my knees and try to get my breathing under control.
In the brief amount of time I spend trying to get my breathing regulated another ogre approaches from behind. I hear it, turn and am sent flying through the air into a puddle of mud. I land, look up, shake my head and pass out.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Flying through the air, with the mind of a trained soldiar, commander and tactician, he saw Carloseus was duking it out with an ogre, attempting to match it blow for blow, but staying wary of the club, although he did manage to hard-parry a few instead of just deflecting.
The necromancers seemed to have things under control, although Thufir knew all that casting must have been tiring.
Stormcat was having trouble, but Carloseus had already seen it and was ushing to her aid, Zubin jumping in to finish the ogre Carloseus had wounded.
At that moment, Thufir landed on the head of an ogre and fast as thought, jammed one of the daggers into it's skull. A shock vibrated through his hand as the dagger bounced off, leaving his hand numb. With his other hand, he quickly fumbled for another dagger, hopig he wouldn't fall off. Luck was with him, and he managed to pull out a dagger just as he fell off the back of the ogre, stabbing it in the base of the neck, severing the spine.
"Well, these are tougher than I thought."
He saw Thufir got a bit slow. He quickly dug his hand into his pouch and took out an exploding potion. ''Holy crap, it's the only one left'' he commented. He said '' Thufir, take this it'll help'' and he passed the potion to Thufir. He quickly finished some of the wounded ogres but suddenly a fully healthy ogre sneaked up from behind and caught Zubin. The ogre held him by both his arms and rose him high up in the air. The pressure of its grip was increasing slowly and so was the pain. Zubin yelled for help.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
"Aaggh!!" Carloseus yelled in pain and anger, and combined the two swords and ignored the pain now stabbing at his shoulder. An ogre raised his club high above its head and brought it down, Carloseus reared back and swung angrily to meet the club, and when the two forces clashed the club was sliced in two. In rapid succession the bodyguard rushed forward and ripped many deep and wide slashes into the monster and quickly gave similar treatment to the other who had challenged him.
His entire body then shook slightly, and he slumped a bit, the exhaustion from such a powerful explosion would slow him down some.
"Then the power of the spirit." He said as he broadened his stance. Energy began to gather within him and he darted. As he moved there was a slight jingling sound. The medalion of the paladin order hung around his neck still. A flash was all that could be seen of the monk after that.
"Addere, ipse, fortitudo" The monk yelled as he charged at the ogre bare handed. He lept into the air and bounded off of the creatures large knee and up into the path of a swinging club that he planted a foot on and used the force of the club to move into striking distance of the ogres face.
He spun in mid air extending his right leg which impacted the side of the ogre's head with such force that the skull beneath cracked. A shockwave of energy could be seen as his foot contacted the ogre's head.
The ogre fell down dead and the monk landed perfectly on both feet in a battle stance then passed out cold.