Post by Huka on May 14, 2016 18:45:15 GMT -6
Deciding to write down a drabble to the beginning factor of my long phantoming and get it off my chest...
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Personae Dramatis:
Ikha 'Ranok - Male Sangheili Paladin in service of the Order of the Lost
Argyrippus - Male Jiralhanae Druid of Bonewood Forest
Iin Pal - Female Rhuutian Kig-yar Pirate
Silil, Son of Sliw - Male Unggoy Warrior
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ACT I: THE MAD OF THE WOODS
1035 Hours, Aym 12th (Ertha Time Calendar)/ Danjurr Wood, Forward Hills; Ertha, Third Realm - 28 Years after the Great War
"Get...down!" Ikha ordered, his shield's crested steel smacked a flying bolt out of the air in the motion that he pushed the insufferable Unggoy into cover behind a sizeable tree. The bolts continued to shoot of the forest's gilt light and unnatural shadows in murderous intention, it was only by Argyrippus' sense that they even survived the first volley. Silil, of course, wanted to find their source. Now, here they are - pinned and wait on this second volley. Wrapping a sturdy arm around the wiggling short creature as he gnawed at the air and whined out for blood, that ant-like strength was still an amazement to the Sangheili. "Stop squirming, you fool." The Paladin muttered, jerking his head at a near pin into his head. His amber eye glanced out to the bolts' landing to estimate.
"Argyrippus!" He called out, looking for the large bestial biped dusted in greenery and browns. The druid was nowhere in sight, perhaps already on the hunt. When the last bolt scrapped at his pauldron, Ikha hissed under his mandibles and released the heavy Unggoy finally. Just in time for the sound of a shrill T'vaoan shriek right over his head. The Sangheili moved with the jingle of his chainmail and lifted his shield in time to catch the falling weight. Snarling, Ikha angled and heaving the flailing avian off to the side. Catching the feather-plumped skirmisher flipping like a falling cat, clad in rugged leather and talons gripping on the hilt of a scimitar, the opposing Sangheili struck with the back of his sharp kite shield, connecting to the lightly-armored ribs.
Squawking at the successful blow from the martial outsider's attack, a sneer of pain twisting the sharp Realm-Sailer's already vicious face as his already feeble standing was knocked prone. Hacking in pain with spittle and blood, the T'vaoan tried to crawl away but Silil was quick. "No, no!" The spiny Unggoy snarled under his gaseous mask, his chitinous hands grabbed at the bandit into a rough pull. As any proud Kig-yar, he hissed and swiped his blade for the shorter labor-grub's face, only to have Silil smack the weapon away and headbutt its face. Eyes crossed and pants at the sudden change of tables, the foul stench of the Unggoy's gases wasn't helping the situation for the grappled skirmisher.
"Tell, tell of friends..." Silil seethed as he pulled their captured prisoner behind cover with them. One hand wrapping its stubby clawed digits around the T'vaoan's throat while the other reached back for the large crustacean-shell of a maul in threat before giving a rattling growl, "Or have skull smashed like mud-crab shell." Another volley of bolts struck in the tree and about them, but only the T'vaoan flickered between the three in fear of being caught in the crossfire. Eyes flickered between the maul, Ikha in his defense and distraction - even catching the glaring glance back at him - and a remaining jerk of the Unggoy's rough, grubby hand squeaked out in a spat of spiteful curses from his personal tongue.
Silil blinked his beady black eyes before smacking the bloody spit out of the T'vaoan's fanged beak, so hard that eyes bulged in shock. Then the Unggoy retorted in a disgustingly high-pitched mimicry of its own vocalization that sounded like it was full of contained spittle, lipless gnawls and spit-filled throat grunts, "Silil knows Bird Talk. Silil demands again!" Reaching back, he ripped his maul from the leather latched attached to the thickly armored cuirass and slammed right by the T'vaoan's head. The bandit tried to tug his head away, but there was a part of his mane caught.
"Aaah! Five! Five crossbowmen! T-Two of my brothers , three Ibie'shan bruisers and human mage!" The captured bird sang. Silil turned his head slightly, 'You hear?"
Ikha grunted in acknowledgement before a cry took all of their attention. Then a loud ringing howl brought a tightening on the Sangheili's mandibles, then he turned his helmed head to look at Silil, giving him a snap of his jaws. The Unggoy cackle himself, causing the Kig-yar to struggle again but his captor was strong for his size. Slamming his maul's shaft at the rattling red throat, cutting a distress cry a short and started to apply pressure, Silil pressed while his prisoner clawed for anything that'll stop the increasingly loss of air.
Ikha started to understand their attackers' positions and quickly moved to the next tree with his shield positioned for his overall body. His clawed fingers reached over his shoulder to draw his steel warblade with its serrated silver edges deflecting the peering beams of sunlight. The Sangheili, stout of trained muscles and predatory agility, peered from his helm's visor. Sharp eyes tried to peer at the blanket of oily shadow and took quick note that this was truly magicborn cover. Growling, he made a sudden charge towards it. Bolts flew with the muffled cries of warning. However, fear never entered the young Paladin's heart.
The bolts flew, some beat at his shaped armor and shield and even the spike of pain from one grazed at his chainmail-protected bicep couldn't stop a glory-seeking Sangheili from his mark. "In the name of the Gods that came before, I call upon thee in my need of illumination and let my Reverence shine bright as thy holy stars!" Ikha cried out, his twin-blades' etched glyphs hummed in his sacred works. Someone - a Kig-yar from the sounds of its ear gritting vocalization - cried out, "Look out!" It was too late as the Sangheili swung his weapon upward as he pierced into the Darkness like a javelin of light, sword blazing in a beacon of divine light and pierce a pleasant amount of room. The cowards hiding were cloaked in black leathers and holding their crossbows, temporarily blinded in the Paladin's bravedo.
Silil managed to choke out the Kig-yar and got up on his stubby legs in a eager jump, sturdy shoulders rolling in the weight of his chainmail and blocky cuirass made by the crude artisan of his clan's ore-shapers. His hands grasped at his weapon shaft and prepared to prepare coup de grace before a new crossbow bolt shot his weapon off its mark. "What?!" The Unggoy sneered and looked hatefully to the meeting of two more T'vaoan. "Step away from him, Gas-sucker." The more armoured of the two commanded with a basket-hilted broadsword in one hand and the other slipped a new bolt in his long crossbow, dressed in a jade mask and black buckled coat. Silil's eyes flickered at the symbol on the crossbowman's breast. "The next one will not miss." The crouching marksman warned, taking aim.
The Unggoy slowly moved forward, completely blocking the unconscious body behind him. "You want him?' Silil seethed in taunt, flourishing his maul slowly in his hands and beat it against his chest like a miniature Jiralhanae chief in challenge. "Come and claim him, Chick-faces!" The warrior's plume erected suddenly and a hateful shout rattled at the insolent Unggoy in an uncomfortably easy dash of speed that even put Silil's confidence to momentary question.
Swinging with a heavy-handed strike,the Kig-yar swordsman clashed his weapon's edge against Silil's defending weapon and the Unggoy maneuvered with a slight movement into the T'vaoan. Normally, one of his kind would have ran the instant they met the two, but this Unggoy retort the warning -and easily kill - blow with a outright handle smack across the swordsman's cheek.
There was a squawk of surprise from it...and only that, then the air tensed between them. The Swordsman turned his head down at Silil and came back with a bloodthirsty snap of his jaws!
Ikha swiped at the closest blinded crossbowman with a two-handed blow of his sword, the very strength cleaved into his chest and tore through the ribs with a force that sent the bandit flying several feet back with a dying scream. In response, a nearby Ibie'Shan shrieked with a studded cudgel in wild swing to beat their assaultor in submission. With honed movement, the Sangheili swung and deflected the club with the brunt of his shield with a minor push-back. It was a measly attempt, but it proved useful for a comrade. Crossbow aimed, the goggled human fired her weapon and a sound of a wounded Sangheili rang in her ears.
The pain exploded against the back of the Paladin's thigh, causing the muscles to spasm and he collapsed on his wounded leg's knee. "We got him." The Ibie'Shan hissed, coming again but he didn't expect for the stubborn being to move again with a righteous roar. With a swooping arc, Ikha doved his blades through the gaping-mawed raptor's gut and in the same motion, dropped both body and blade onto his wounder. Her scream of pain and morbid surprise hollered in the darkness. "By the Ancestors..." The Paladin muttered out, reaching back with his shield-arm and ripped the bolt out. The veins in his neck bulge as he prevented a weak vocalization of pain from escaping his maw. That momentary peace didn't last when a sudden pair of shell-crushing jaws wrapped at the back of his armoured neck, snarling murderously and talons raking at the plated upper body.
Ikha howled more in frustration than surprise as he leaped back and slammed the Kig-yar against a barely exposed tree. Once. Twice. The knife-like talons raked at his armor but the chainmail rubbed the lethal weapons away as good as swords. In each beat back, the Sangheili took note of the wild bandit's head position and angled his upper body into one savage smash that crashes against the back of its skull. A painful cry loosened the gnawing jaws just enough that Ikha was forced to drop his weapon. Its runes sputtered and light died in the middle of the Sangheili reaching back to rip his attacker off for a slam. "You dirty, little scum!" His guttural snarl rolled from his curled mandibles, one armored fist punching the snapping jaws to one side and the shield's pointed tip jammed at the throat bone. The magical darkness shrouding them once again.
[Session break]
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Personae Dramatis:
Ikha 'Ranok - Male Sangheili Paladin in service of the Order of the Lost
Argyrippus - Male Jiralhanae Druid of Bonewood Forest
Iin Pal - Female Rhuutian Kig-yar Pirate
Silil, Son of Sliw - Male Unggoy Warrior
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ACT I: THE MAD OF THE WOODS
1035 Hours, Aym 12th (Ertha Time Calendar)/ Danjurr Wood, Forward Hills; Ertha, Third Realm - 28 Years after the Great War
"Get...down!" Ikha ordered, his shield's crested steel smacked a flying bolt out of the air in the motion that he pushed the insufferable Unggoy into cover behind a sizeable tree. The bolts continued to shoot of the forest's gilt light and unnatural shadows in murderous intention, it was only by Argyrippus' sense that they even survived the first volley. Silil, of course, wanted to find their source. Now, here they are - pinned and wait on this second volley. Wrapping a sturdy arm around the wiggling short creature as he gnawed at the air and whined out for blood, that ant-like strength was still an amazement to the Sangheili. "Stop squirming, you fool." The Paladin muttered, jerking his head at a near pin into his head. His amber eye glanced out to the bolts' landing to estimate.
"Argyrippus!" He called out, looking for the large bestial biped dusted in greenery and browns. The druid was nowhere in sight, perhaps already on the hunt. When the last bolt scrapped at his pauldron, Ikha hissed under his mandibles and released the heavy Unggoy finally. Just in time for the sound of a shrill T'vaoan shriek right over his head. The Sangheili moved with the jingle of his chainmail and lifted his shield in time to catch the falling weight. Snarling, Ikha angled and heaving the flailing avian off to the side. Catching the feather-plumped skirmisher flipping like a falling cat, clad in rugged leather and talons gripping on the hilt of a scimitar, the opposing Sangheili struck with the back of his sharp kite shield, connecting to the lightly-armored ribs.
Squawking at the successful blow from the martial outsider's attack, a sneer of pain twisting the sharp Realm-Sailer's already vicious face as his already feeble standing was knocked prone. Hacking in pain with spittle and blood, the T'vaoan tried to crawl away but Silil was quick. "No, no!" The spiny Unggoy snarled under his gaseous mask, his chitinous hands grabbed at the bandit into a rough pull. As any proud Kig-yar, he hissed and swiped his blade for the shorter labor-grub's face, only to have Silil smack the weapon away and headbutt its face. Eyes crossed and pants at the sudden change of tables, the foul stench of the Unggoy's gases wasn't helping the situation for the grappled skirmisher.
"Tell, tell of friends..." Silil seethed as he pulled their captured prisoner behind cover with them. One hand wrapping its stubby clawed digits around the T'vaoan's throat while the other reached back for the large crustacean-shell of a maul in threat before giving a rattling growl, "Or have skull smashed like mud-crab shell." Another volley of bolts struck in the tree and about them, but only the T'vaoan flickered between the three in fear of being caught in the crossfire. Eyes flickered between the maul, Ikha in his defense and distraction - even catching the glaring glance back at him - and a remaining jerk of the Unggoy's rough, grubby hand squeaked out in a spat of spiteful curses from his personal tongue.
Silil blinked his beady black eyes before smacking the bloody spit out of the T'vaoan's fanged beak, so hard that eyes bulged in shock. Then the Unggoy retorted in a disgustingly high-pitched mimicry of its own vocalization that sounded like it was full of contained spittle, lipless gnawls and spit-filled throat grunts, "Silil knows Bird Talk. Silil demands again!" Reaching back, he ripped his maul from the leather latched attached to the thickly armored cuirass and slammed right by the T'vaoan's head. The bandit tried to tug his head away, but there was a part of his mane caught.
"Aaah! Five! Five crossbowmen! T-Two of my brothers , three Ibie'shan bruisers and human mage!" The captured bird sang. Silil turned his head slightly, 'You hear?"
Ikha grunted in acknowledgement before a cry took all of their attention. Then a loud ringing howl brought a tightening on the Sangheili's mandibles, then he turned his helmed head to look at Silil, giving him a snap of his jaws. The Unggoy cackle himself, causing the Kig-yar to struggle again but his captor was strong for his size. Slamming his maul's shaft at the rattling red throat, cutting a distress cry a short and started to apply pressure, Silil pressed while his prisoner clawed for anything that'll stop the increasingly loss of air.
Ikha started to understand their attackers' positions and quickly moved to the next tree with his shield positioned for his overall body. His clawed fingers reached over his shoulder to draw his steel warblade with its serrated silver edges deflecting the peering beams of sunlight. The Sangheili, stout of trained muscles and predatory agility, peered from his helm's visor. Sharp eyes tried to peer at the blanket of oily shadow and took quick note that this was truly magicborn cover. Growling, he made a sudden charge towards it. Bolts flew with the muffled cries of warning. However, fear never entered the young Paladin's heart.
The bolts flew, some beat at his shaped armor and shield and even the spike of pain from one grazed at his chainmail-protected bicep couldn't stop a glory-seeking Sangheili from his mark. "In the name of the Gods that came before, I call upon thee in my need of illumination and let my Reverence shine bright as thy holy stars!" Ikha cried out, his twin-blades' etched glyphs hummed in his sacred works. Someone - a Kig-yar from the sounds of its ear gritting vocalization - cried out, "Look out!" It was too late as the Sangheili swung his weapon upward as he pierced into the Darkness like a javelin of light, sword blazing in a beacon of divine light and pierce a pleasant amount of room. The cowards hiding were cloaked in black leathers and holding their crossbows, temporarily blinded in the Paladin's bravedo.
Silil managed to choke out the Kig-yar and got up on his stubby legs in a eager jump, sturdy shoulders rolling in the weight of his chainmail and blocky cuirass made by the crude artisan of his clan's ore-shapers. His hands grasped at his weapon shaft and prepared to prepare coup de grace before a new crossbow bolt shot his weapon off its mark. "What?!" The Unggoy sneered and looked hatefully to the meeting of two more T'vaoan. "Step away from him, Gas-sucker." The more armoured of the two commanded with a basket-hilted broadsword in one hand and the other slipped a new bolt in his long crossbow, dressed in a jade mask and black buckled coat. Silil's eyes flickered at the symbol on the crossbowman's breast. "The next one will not miss." The crouching marksman warned, taking aim.
The Unggoy slowly moved forward, completely blocking the unconscious body behind him. "You want him?' Silil seethed in taunt, flourishing his maul slowly in his hands and beat it against his chest like a miniature Jiralhanae chief in challenge. "Come and claim him, Chick-faces!" The warrior's plume erected suddenly and a hateful shout rattled at the insolent Unggoy in an uncomfortably easy dash of speed that even put Silil's confidence to momentary question.
Swinging with a heavy-handed strike,the Kig-yar swordsman clashed his weapon's edge against Silil's defending weapon and the Unggoy maneuvered with a slight movement into the T'vaoan. Normally, one of his kind would have ran the instant they met the two, but this Unggoy retort the warning -and easily kill - blow with a outright handle smack across the swordsman's cheek.
There was a squawk of surprise from it...and only that, then the air tensed between them. The Swordsman turned his head down at Silil and came back with a bloodthirsty snap of his jaws!
Ikha swiped at the closest blinded crossbowman with a two-handed blow of his sword, the very strength cleaved into his chest and tore through the ribs with a force that sent the bandit flying several feet back with a dying scream. In response, a nearby Ibie'Shan shrieked with a studded cudgel in wild swing to beat their assaultor in submission. With honed movement, the Sangheili swung and deflected the club with the brunt of his shield with a minor push-back. It was a measly attempt, but it proved useful for a comrade. Crossbow aimed, the goggled human fired her weapon and a sound of a wounded Sangheili rang in her ears.
The pain exploded against the back of the Paladin's thigh, causing the muscles to spasm and he collapsed on his wounded leg's knee. "We got him." The Ibie'Shan hissed, coming again but he didn't expect for the stubborn being to move again with a righteous roar. With a swooping arc, Ikha doved his blades through the gaping-mawed raptor's gut and in the same motion, dropped both body and blade onto his wounder. Her scream of pain and morbid surprise hollered in the darkness. "By the Ancestors..." The Paladin muttered out, reaching back with his shield-arm and ripped the bolt out. The veins in his neck bulge as he prevented a weak vocalization of pain from escaping his maw. That momentary peace didn't last when a sudden pair of shell-crushing jaws wrapped at the back of his armoured neck, snarling murderously and talons raking at the plated upper body.
Ikha howled more in frustration than surprise as he leaped back and slammed the Kig-yar against a barely exposed tree. Once. Twice. The knife-like talons raked at his armor but the chainmail rubbed the lethal weapons away as good as swords. In each beat back, the Sangheili took note of the wild bandit's head position and angled his upper body into one savage smash that crashes against the back of its skull. A painful cry loosened the gnawing jaws just enough that Ikha was forced to drop his weapon. Its runes sputtered and light died in the middle of the Sangheili reaching back to rip his attacker off for a slam. "You dirty, little scum!" His guttural snarl rolled from his curled mandibles, one armored fist punching the snapping jaws to one side and the shield's pointed tip jammed at the throat bone. The magical darkness shrouding them once again.
[Session break]
