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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Sept 19, 2006 5:50:54 GMT -5
"Enough poems lets kill someth'n already"
Nichtmar readies his blade leaving his shield strapped to his back.
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Sir Rune
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Post by Sir Rune on Sept 19, 2006 11:04:37 GMT -5
Oh, but i like the poems, they make me giddy. *Rune shrinks back to the wall in the face of Nichtmars fierce glance.* Sorry, sorry, i'll try to explain them to you later buddy. Im really just gald to be out of the darned boat to where i can see over the railing. Dont get me wrong mister Oron, but that there craft wasnt meant to be manned by short ones like myself. Well, lets go see what kind of mess Furey and his lot have left for us. Maybe we'll get in there and they'll have some tea and crumpets for us. I am getting kinda hungry.If not, we cn take some back with us. woohoo. Come on Taos, lead me up, i cant see a thing.
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 19, 2006 20:13:12 GMT -5
::: Still uneasy with the presence of the two guards in the southwest tower, greybeard leads the party toward the door...
GB: "Beyond here is the parade ground. There is a board walk around the pallisade, if we stay under it we should be in the shadows. I wonder what we'll find. I think, if you don't mind, I'll go first.
::: The handle is turned slowely and yet it makes a quiet sound that seems too loud in the darkness of the tower room... but from the court yard, it might not be very audible unless someone was intent on listening for such sounds... The door swings open, quietly, but for the last few inches the hinges let out a soft grown.
Bishop: It's pretty dark... no torches?
::: Greybeard steps into the shadows and stays close to the wall under the board walk... but he can only take a step or two when....
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 20, 2006 16:47:56 GMT -5
::Quietly as the little troupe made their way into the parade ground, a three drawn boys appear in the face of the little party:::
"Now what Cannae Do yah'fer?" A Voice said as Greybeard squinted towards the figure behind The two bowmen.
Furey: Ye' boyos Killed two Of our Younger Aethenric... All right and blood i cannae'see but.. Mind ye... I'm gunna hafta explain this tae'the families...
::With his hands on his hips Furey ussered the Lot into a secured cellar, full of stout, Wheat, bread, Venasin, and Cheese:::
Furey: No Drinkin'!
Nichtmar: No Drinkin'?!!!
Furey: Notha'now
Nichtmar: Notha'now???!
Furey: Uhh.. Innie-wey.. I have Raphsis inside thee'Keep he can take care of himself all by his weesley savvy? Now I need you lot tae' take care of the escorting business... I want you boyos too wait until I have the main lot out of the castle.. Then Upsie Daisy You'll get Dear William and Rush ye'selves back tae the kingdom of Happiness.. Whilst we finish off the lot in here... Lock the gate and make off with the money they have here to use for the better of the Lands... and How's ya father... They cannae get in.. When they finally get in, they'll find a note that says "I OWE U"... How's that? Brother Abbott.. What do ye Haff In moind?
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 20, 2006 21:31:47 GMT -5
GB: Alzo... Fortunes of war, rest thier souls... I couldn' shake that bad feelin' they didn't ought to be there... I had you makeing a hash of this Furey. It never crossed my mind that you could actually pull this stunt off.... Ach, sure I said you might, but I never really trusted to hope.
:::Furey's face is crosses with that mix of pride and pain. Reading that look GB adds...
Aye... And if I thought you would die, I would not have endorsed it either... Like as not you would pull a rabbit out of the hat... but to actually succeed according to plan, is not truly on your resume is it? But then the lads at the bottom of the bay... well... not your fault... I take it on my sholder's for doubting ya. And I can be the grim news O' death when the time comes lad.
If you can sends them out like yas sez... when? And if we are to wait... Some O the brothers could use a bite O'food. And a drink before battle... son... among the Dutch that's just called courage.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 24, 2006 23:39:44 GMT -5
:::As the Detachment lounged about in the cellar, drinking only water and eating diligently, they waited for Dawns first light, too creep over the wall tops and to show the shadows of moving guardsmen of Furey's Aethenric, switching off duty:::
Furey: Brother abbott, at noons time.. I Will take the unsuspectin' lot out , and you do a switch and snatch, And we'll be on our way aye?
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 25, 2006 17:55:51 GMT -5
GB: Aye, we'll wait... but it comes hard to the doin' of it. Ach, you would think me a more patient man, but I have a spirit of oppression setn' down on me. I feel an ergancy about this day. It may just be the ghost of my imprisonment hauntn' me, but me concience is warning us to be quit of this place soon. It's a red dawn make no mistake.
::: Greybeard cannot find peace nor settle his soul. He paces back and forth like a great pendulum. He can't escape the notion that time is of the essence. He has long ago learned to pay heed to such unsettling preminitions. After two hours of trying to calm his soul, he finds his nervous state exceeding anything like what you would dismiss as pre-battle gitters, a thing that might take greater hold in someone other than an "immortal". He kneels in prayer as the only means availible to fend off the anxiety, and low... while he is praying his mind is interupted by the notion that the servants of Miraz are on their way, and "we might not have until noon, when they arrive." Greybeard would not exactly say that "God spoke to him." But once the notion came into his head, he know in an instant the truth of it.
GB: "Furey," Greybeard announces to everyone, "It comes to my mind that Miraz may have acted more quickly that I would have thought, and that his messagers are on thier way... Call it nerves and gitters if ya like... but I've learn to listen to them, as they prove more often right than wrong... what if they should arrive a-for noonsy?"
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Post by Sir Rune on Sept 25, 2006 21:42:02 GMT -5
Rune listens to greybeards speachy talk to the oof furey,
"All this talk of bad feelings and hauntings, whatcha talking about." "The only bad feelings i got are in my stomach from not having any food, and the rank smell of this place."
Watches Greybeard as he goes about to "praying".
"Ogre friend, what is the old man doing?" Nichtmar replies "Praying you doof, you really need to get out more, snack on this bread." "OOOOOOOOOH bread, would you happen to have any jelly?"
having no answer from nichtmar because he is intently watching greybeard, as is everyone else, he goes about eating his bread, while sitting on top of a sack in the corner.
All of the sudden, Greybeard made an announcement that Miraz had some messangers on the way!
"Umm, Mister Abbot, how you know this such things? Only thing I've heard is the sound of mice, and your heavy breathing from being old and out of breath. We should work on that sometime,"........
when we get out of here."
The last part added becuase the look in the abbots face as he glanced at Rune was one of pure knowing and absolution. It sent a shiver of forebodence down the unsuperstitious hobits back. Not something that happens on a regular basis.
"Well, it seems that we are not going to have this as easy as we were hoping. Furey, see what you can do about getting those men out of here much earlyer, suprise them or saomething. I really am too hungrey to fight with any sort of finess today. I would prefer to go home clean, i lost my nap sack when we loaded the boat. I gotsta keep these semi clean."
To everyone else, "Eat my friends, and get ready for a quick fight and run. Ogre, you wanna carry me back, im not to fast on these short legs of mine, better yet, forget that, you arent that fast yourself big guy."
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 25, 2006 23:43:13 GMT -5
::Looking in a quick air around the room, Furey bows too the abbott, And with his right hand he reaches too kiss the rosary about his neck::
Furey: Pray Fer'me Brother Abbott, if'n this is the last I should see'ye.. Make sure there's plenty o'fisty cuffs at my wake.
:::Furey stormed off in a shouting rage as the fortress errupted in activity as he got the frenchies out on their feet, on the muster field ready too drill their long miles drill, As furey instructed to the lot, If messengers should bump into them, They are instructed too take the message themselves, and bring it back, finishing their course of direction action. With a sharp salute, the Left-tenent of the Frenchies took off with the men:::
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 26, 2006 9:00:08 GMT -5
::: Taken back by such quick action, based only on what the witnesses of such things would call an old man's fears a doubts; although to Greybeard himself these things where more certain. Yet it put his heart at ease that there would be no further delays.
GB: By my council, furey... (greybeard called after him) we should close and bar the gates immediately upon their exit, let no-one be caught outside with them.
:: Furey holds... "Thail round on os fur shuren."
GB: Never mind that they do... once locked outside, we get into the baily, rouse out our lad william and down the rathole to Gryfalcon, make sail and to sea.
Bishop: What of the guards in the jail house?
GB: Judgement fall on them! I fear we must be quick about this. Furey! Are' ya agreed? If so, we shall break out when you and your lads close the gates.
Furey: The jig'll be up Greybeard, w'll loose our advantage.
GB: Aye, and what it? Like the curs could harm us wit out no means ter gain ingress? Not likely.
Furey: N' wot ifn' they leif a unit b'hind em? I won't say they will butn' they might... Are we to kill Lewys men?
GB: Not if they surender... Ten are they? And ten are we. So we lock them in a tower or we threaten their lives and if it comes ta that... we'll not leave any bodys that can be found, and perhaps a little politics can keep Louis from a joinin Miraz... but lad... ya thinkin' we can put the rightful heir on the thrown without breakn' a few heads? Youd' never be that Naieve.
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Post by Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf on Sept 27, 2006 16:49:37 GMT -5
"Furey, call the men out to the main courtyard. Call for for an inspection of arms, before your planned day of drilling. Dress them down for the sorry state of their gear, as you pile their weapons into a heap. When they have been appropriately disarmed, we shall take the courtyard by storm, and capture them, alive. From there, we take the keep. Drop the portcullis, and bar and bolt the doors. That should keep out any unwanted visitors. Then down to the cells, where we simply exchange William for our new guests. Then back down the stairwell to the beach, onto the Gyrfalcon, and away before anyone knows we were here. With the wind at our back, and the oars in the water, there is not a French ship that could keep pace with us, as light as we are running. What say ye, lad, think you can handle that?? This way, nobodies ass will be left hangin in the breeze."
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 27, 2006 17:09:19 GMT -5
::: All grim forboading has flown from Greybeard as the dawn of wiser words are spoken. GB: Ach! See what it tis ta have a brain behind the handle of meat cleaver your holdn Furey? A great sword and the brains to use it wisely and when! Gad sir! (aside to Oron)... Bet, your missus appreaciates that too eh? eh? say no more! Nudge, nudge, know what I mean?
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Post by Aidan Furey on Sept 27, 2006 20:32:30 GMT -5
:::Stands Confused as too whether he should be angry at an insult or... Well He just is dumbfounded:::
Furey:.... :-\ So Ye'mean tae'tell me... I haf-tae scrap tha'whole plot aye?
:::Sighing Furey runs out jutting into the courtyard as the men assembled... He instructed that they will be timed and those who aren't ahead of schedule will recieve 14 lashes and halfed portions of mess. Ontop of that Furey let them all know too pack light and not carry any weapons unless they were planning on invading the next town, With that the troops of the chateau started too heap their stuff in the corner of the courtyard. Furey stood puzzled at how gullable all of these Frenchmen were.. Falling back in the Men looked too Furey, and Furey looked to his right, waiting for his friends:::
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Post by Zaron on Sept 29, 2006 7:39:25 GMT -5
Zaron listens intently to the plan they have concocted making sure he is ready for his most menacing face, hoping that all goes according to plan as a thought occurs to him. Greybeard, will the jail guards be up fro inspection as well, if not, that lot coming running with weapons bared if someone raises the alarm could ruin our plans. Perhaps we should have someone man that door.
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 29, 2006 23:13:58 GMT -5
GB: "I'm pleased ta' tellye, that the two factions have littl' ta do with eachother. I would be surprised if they paid any attention to anything but a great comotion. After all Zaron they are one floor down in the tower dungeon, and William with be two floors lower. And don't forget that Rapsis controls the portculus between us n' them. It all rests with Furey to see it done right."
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Post by greybeardabbot on Sept 29, 2006 23:23:56 GMT -5
A quick reminder... The fort has thirty armed men. Armed and bored. Their comander is lax in his discipline and they are unkempt, undisciplined and frequently drunk. I can not say if they are unskilled.
The jail is kept by four men. Hurqual is the warden and in his time I have no doubts that he was a formitable foe. He is fifty, now and as dangerous as a lion in winter. He is too wise to be a fool and too crule to overlook a detail. Gaston is one of three men who guard the prisoners. Since they are mostly locked behind stone and iron, they are seldomed armed with more than a dirk or a mace. I only know gaston and I have only seen one of the other two. He would bring what passes for food when Gaston was absent... which wasn't often. Gaston is short, thick and mean. The other is taller and thin. He never spoke and treated us with neglect. William and I were the only two kept in that level, which I assume was the bottom most, which is why only Gaston seemed to be our only visitor in that God forsaken place.
When it comes to taking the dungeon, Hurqual can pay for his crimes with his life, by my hand or anyone else. The other two do not matter to me. But I would spare Gaston if it is convienient and he donesn't act the fool and fight. This small grace might just complete his conversion.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 9, 2006 8:30:01 GMT -5
Nichtmar sneaks in to the courtyard scanning for any guards from above watchin, he see's none.
Looking back to the men, "Looks clear, now is the time."
As we sneak towards the back of the guards, one guard looks back, before he can yell I pomel him in the face, knocking him out and to the ground. The guard next to him turns and swings at me, I catch his fist , kick him in the chest as the sound of his rib cage cracking he soars into the guy next to him sending their bodies crashing. I run towards the next guard...
OOC (kinda wondering how many guards are in the courtyard, also leaving this open for the rest of you to attack)
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Post by greybeardabbot on Oct 10, 2006 13:34:25 GMT -5
(OOC: There are thirty guards. They have assembled at Furey's command and they are not supposed to be armed. Never the less at least half have their swords in their belts. This brothers, will be a fight but not against totally unarmed men. Expect those who are unarmed to flee and raise an alarm and run after their weapons before they turn to fight. Which means that there is a high probability that the warden and his men will be alerted. If they are, they will not fight, but attempt to drop the portcullis and barricade the entrance to the dungeon.
Since the fight has begun, and we did not march them into the tower and lock them away, we best fall in on the field of battle quickly it is now 15 (us) on 12 armed men and 15 unarmed, but about to be armed, men. )
---Bishop and Greybeard witness the abrupt change of plans, and act instinctively.
Running in behind Nichtmar, GB gives a boot to the face of the man Nichtmar had knocked to the ground. Just as he does this GB catches sight of a running man, with a sword held high over his head.
The man GB kicked, falls forward limply between him and the running man. Quick as thought, Greybeard dives over the fallen man and tucks and rolls into the legs of the man charging him, tripping him greatly. Greybeard gains his feet quickly, only to discover he is now in close combat with two other men, one armed and the other is unarmed. Greybeard’s bastard sword swings with two hands and the flat of the blade catches the unarmed man square against his temple he falls straight down like a puppet. But the man with the sword is much too close. Greybeard's return stroke will easily take his head off, and yet the soldier's stroke will carry into Greybeard's hip. His chain shirt will protect him from great injury but in order to insure his life Greybeard does not withhold his stroke. The man's head falls even as his stroke lands hard upon the grey-one’s hip. But this proves fortunate, as the injury causes Greybeard to stumble. The man he tackled had gained his footing, and his backstabbing blow on GB now cuts through empty air. As Greybeard turns to see his assailant about to trust his weapon down upon the pilgrim, A sword point suddenly protrudes from the soldier’s gut. There is a moment of stunned realization and then the point slides out again as the man falls forward off of Bishop’s blade. He extends a hand to the wounded Greybeard and helps him gain his feet.
Bishop; “Are you much injured?” GB: “I pray, not severely. Aye! But we ain’t got time to worry… Here come the next wave.”
Having come to the rescue of Greybeard, after cracking two heads on his own, Bishop turns his attention. Between them so far, two men lay dead, and four unconscious.
OOC: (10 armed men and 11 unarmed men remain)
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Post by Lord Kensman Oron the Wolf on Oct 10, 2006 21:46:16 GMT -5
As all thoughts of plans vanish in the air, only action is left...
"Modi! Drop that portcullis, we do not want any uninvited guests to join this party." Modi draws his axes, nods in understanding, and bolts out into the courtyard heading for the opposite side.
"Wulfgar see that he has no problemse..." Wulfgar grins, not an all-together pleasant look for him, and thunders off after Modi.
Halfway across the courtyard an armed soldier attempted to check Modi's path, only to to be cut down in passing, as if he were some mere inconvenience for the Sword Brother, who did not even break stride. Modi made it to the winch of the portcullis unchecked, and with a hefty swing cut into the latch the held the winch's cog tight. The latch severed and the winch ran freely as the heavy portcullis slammed down to the ground.
Wulfgar, not far behind stiff armed some poor sap, as he made to arm himself. The poor bastard never saw it coming, as he was knocked off of his feet, only to land with a dull thud a dozen feet from where he had started. The Sword Brothers met up at the now closed portcullis, and decided that closing the broad wooden doors behind them seemed reasonable. With great effort, the two closed and barred the doors. Then they turned their attention back toward the courtyard.
I drew my longsaex and charged pile of weapons in the center of the courtyard. A guard in riding maille, armed with bastard sword made to stop me, his left leg parted ways with him at the knee. Screaming he dropped to the ground. I pressed on toward the weapons pile, determined to keep them on the ground where they lay. A man caught sight of me just as he was reaching for his spear, in the pile. I stepped upon it's head , and while he glanced up at me, shocked, I edged him soundly with my shield. The man's wide brimmed helm tore from his head as blood erupted from a deep cut in his brow. He struck the ground hard, rolled away from me, and began to run, looking for some where to escape to. He was not so fortunate, for he ran straight into my Sword Brothers, who finished what I had started...
I nodded my approval, and then noticed an armed guard making his way toward the dungeon's entrance. I picked up the long spear I had been standing upon, turned it about, paused for a moment... and heaved it with great force. Mercifully, the man never saw his death coming as the spear struck him down from behind. He collapsed in a heap a few feet from the door.
OOC: (7 armed men, 9 unarmed remain)
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 13, 2006 9:38:55 GMT -5
I run like a bull towards an armed guard he readies his sword, as I un-sheath mine from my back, an un-armed guard blind sides me and thrusting his shoulder in to my ribs sending us slamming into the pile of weapons. The clank and bang of the weapons get the attention of two other un-armed guards. They each go for a sword in the pile, they wait for their man to get out of the way, before they both cut me in two I role to my belly as my shield strapped to my back deflects their shots. I wound up rolling onto a dagger that pierced my gut. This made me mad, "I'm Mad! ERRR"" as they raise their weapons for another swing, from the laying position I hack off one of their legs, he falls to floor screaming. I pary the shot from the guard, pull the dagger from my gut shove it in his.
"Here you can have this back."
I then shove him to the other dieing guard, as i get to my feet.
The un-armed guard grabs my sword arm with both hands as the other armed-guard slices at me. I attempt to roll my shield in the way, but he slices low and blood splatters across the ground from my thigh. I buckle a little, with my other hand i grab the belt of the un-armed man and throw him into guard that sliced my leg. A thud is heard as their bodies meet and tumble to the ground. I sheath my sword and grab a giant war hammer from the pile and walk with purpose to the fallen men. The armed guard puts his sword up as if he could block the shot, but the hammer drops with no delay and crushes the man's chest. I look to other man, "YIELD!"
"I yield, I yeild..."
Me, "Good, stay put!"
(6armed, 6 un-armed, 1 captive remain)
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Post by greybeardabbot on Oct 14, 2006 19:01:45 GMT -5
The next wave was indeed on charge. Two men had armed themselves and with a third man were now in full run toward Bishop and Greybeard. Unaware how badly he had been wounded. Greybeard took a stand to brace agaisnt thier charge. Two men turned on Bishop the third leaping to drop his blow on GB. In the low guard he stood awkard and unsure of his perry, but it didn't matter... the armed man was suddenly checked in his leap, and wheeled over backwards with a black arrow planted squarely in his forehead.
Greybead looked on in dim understand of what had just taken place, when one of the guards running toward Bishop suddenly fell flat on his face. The third man, aware his fellow had fallen and seeing the grim assurance of death in Bishops face, quickly broke contact for an easier and less threatning target.
Greybeard turned in the direction that the arrows had come from.
Taos salutes GB from his place on the wall and nocks another arrow.
Bishop walked up to the fallen man, who is not dead, but writhing in pain from an arrow clean through his leg just above the knee. Bishop removed the sword from his reach... hardly necessary, since the man is clearly in agony.
(6 armed, 5 un-armed, 1 captive, 1 wounded)
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Post by Taos on Oct 16, 2006 6:48:07 GMT -5
I turn away from the fighting in the courtyard and turn towards the two soldiers who were charging up the stairs when I made my presence known, and foolishly decided to continue up, depending on their superior numbers.
The first one takes a clumsy and overbalanced chop at my chest, and with a quick snap-kick to the side of his head, I drive him to the ground, unconscious.
The other one I give a gentle shove back down the stairs, where he lands at the bottom in a crumpled pile, throat sliced wide open.
I slide my bloody sword back in its sheath and pull my shield off my back, keeping one eye on my captive and another on the courtyard, ready to jump down at any moment.
(4 armed, 5 unarmed, 2 captive, 1 wounded)
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Post by Zaron on Oct 17, 2006 8:17:24 GMT -5
Out in the courtyard Zaron prepares himself for the bloody work ahead as he rushes two armed men drawing his sword and readying his shield as he does so, slamming into one of the men a full speed he sends the poor gaurd flying his sword falling straight out of his hand as I turn taking the other stunned guard straight in the chest with my blade.
(2 armed, 6 unarmed, 2 captive, 1 wounded)
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Post by Aidan Furey on Oct 17, 2006 9:56:19 GMT -5
:::Holding back Furey looks about the killing Field wandering if anyone was going too make their way too the keep:::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Oct 18, 2006 8:01:36 GMT -5
Nichtmar makes a strong run towards two unarmed guards, he holds the hammer ready to swing through both of them. Before he reaches them, he feels a sudden sharp pain his back. One of the armed guards from a distance fired a bolt from his crossbow into Nichtmar's back. Nichtmar buckles and slides across the ground, dropping the hammer. The two unarmed guards begin stomping and kicking Nichtmar. He tries to defend what he can, but the pain in his back is over whelming. After a few moments, Nichtmar erupts in a blind rage he grabs one the guard’s ankle, rolls over on it, slamming his forearm into the shin, the guard’s knee snaps backwards, and Nichtmar gets to his feet. The guard screaming in pain on the ground, Nichtmar turns as the other punches him in the face. Nichtmar unfazed, he punches him hard in the gut, the guard bends over wheezing, and Nichtmar grabs his neck under his arm and breaks it, and the guards limp body falls. He turns to the screaming man on the ground, raises his foot and stomps down on the head of the man. A muffled scream and sudden silence is heard from under his boot. He turns to Furey, blinded by his rage he see’s only guard, Nichtmar un- sheathes his sword and grabs his shield, he charges towards Furey.
“Nichtmar what are you doing!” yells Furey.
Furey readies for the charge, he counters by sliding out of the way and sweeps the leg of Nichtmar, sending him crashing into a wall. Nichtmar sitting against the wall dazed, he shakes his head.
“Furey? What… happened…?”
(2 armed, 4 unarmed, 2 captive, 1 wounded)
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