Post by Bradock on Sept 17, 2015 21:12:53 GMT -8
Reflex 5 > 6
[13:58:14] Bradock (katarr) descends from the path leading to Warden's Keep, a whistle of a soft upbeat tone emitting from under his breath as he turns the first corner of Aberwyth to enter the Ugly Ducking Tavern. Upon arriving, he preforms a small greeting towards all of those around in a shallow nodding of his head before motioning towards the barmaid. As he summons her forward, Bradock reaches for a chair and pulls it out before he lowers himself into the seat with a soft groan. With a glance to the barmaid for her to read today's menu to him, the dark haired male simply shrugs and orders himself a small meal before relaxing into the wooden seat beneath him.
[14:02:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lingers basically on the townsquare, or waits there rather, for him cannot be seen. She is though in full battle gear, at times normal for her, but this time also with battle paint made of bone dust and orc blood in the face. She looks grim into nothingness, thinks, which is hard enough, focuses on something. Only briefly her narrowed eyes go to the man who went past her, to the tavern, to eat and drink. Helga, the bar maid, had already tried to wave her in, but today she does not think of ordering her three to seven liters of grog or wine. Not yet. It takes a while until she realizes actually that the man is also a fighter. She then actually steps into the tavern. "Shayra greet fighter. Fighter be wolfman?" She grunts in a savage dialect.
[14:08:26] Bradock (katarr) | As the barmaid returns to him with a hot glass of tea, Bradock wraps his fingers around the mug and raises it to his lips. He lightly blows upon the steaming liquid within the mug before he takes a tentative sip. Immediately, his eyes widen and tongue sticks out. "Hooooot." He complains, panting his dog like a dog left out in the heat of a hot summer day. Setting the mug down, the smell and sound of shifting armor catches his attention as he glances to the woman approaching him. Any battle paint she may of been wearing did not seem to bother him, as he blinks in confusion regarding her actual words regarding him. "Huh? Wolfman?" He requires a moment to think upon her words before he seems to come to a conlcusion. "Umm, no, I'm not a 'wolf' man. Or at least I think I'm not... why?"
[14:12:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has to visibly focus on what the man speaks, it is difficult as some sentences are quite long for her brain. It leads to her narrowing her eyes further. "Shayra, Dirk, hired by shadow man, shadow man want fight wolfs. So Shayra want know: You fight wolf, or you be wolf!" She repeats. Unlike the question before, her words now sound like a command. "Shayra strong! Shayra no fear wolf, Shayra slay wolf, make wolf girl lament dead!" Also that sounds like a command for some reason. She points to his double handed blade on his back. "You fighter, you fight wolf? You want honor?"
[14:17:29] Bradock (katarr) glares down onto the hot mug of tea, as if it were now his biggest adversary in his life at the moment. Tentatively, he reaches for the mug once again so that he coudl raise it to his lips. Lightly blowing at the drink, he glances to the woman once more, eyebrow curious raising as she speaks. "Whose Shayra and who is Dirk?" What would follow would be a plethora of questions for him to fully gain a grasp of what she was saying. "I'm a fighter, though, I wouldn't phrase it that way.." He then briefly looks to the sword along his back. "WHo is the shadow man? And, how much is he paying?"
[14:22:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps closer to where the man is eating and places a foot onto the chair to his right, the axe hilt pommel as well, and leans with crossed arms on the top of the axe. "I Shayra, Shayra strong! Dirk man Shayra, bested Shayra, Shayra his wife." She explains, and the dose of pride in her words is more than clear. "Man no pay, but fight many honor, many fame! Fighter fight, else shame." She is a tribal warrior, a raid tribe warrior. Fighting for money is alien to her yet. "Wolf people bad people, shadow man say, must fight. Can make blade silver for gold. Strange, but Shayra no know why. Fight good, always good." Helga already brings her a mug of grog, even without asking, she always drinks that here, and usually masses of it.
[14:27:52] Bradock (katarr) finishes blowing upon his glass of tea and raises it to his lips so that he could take a tentative sip from it once again. This time, it doesn't quite scald his tongue, allowing him to occasionally drink from the glass as he converses with the Tribal Warrior. "So, you fight for fame and honor, not money?" And to an extent, he seemed to enjoy the simplicity of it, causing a grin to form along his lips. "Sounds like fun." Another sip of tea is taken as Helga returns with the mug of Grog. "Shayra strong, eh? Well, I'd love to test that out..." And there it was, his own exposure of pride, followed by his own desire to fight. Battle ran through his blood just as much as the tribal woman. "I'll make you a deal. Let's have a match, you versus me. If I win, I'll find a way to help you. I win, you owe me a favor, deal?"
[14:32:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grabs that one liter mug as soon as it comes, and while she drinks, she listens. She drinks fast, as usual, so fast that quite some of it runs down from the brinks of her lips over her front. "Shayra fight honor, fame, Shayra fight fun! Big joy drive enemy before, big joy hear women lament!" She announces in her commanding tone, "Shayra need no pay battle, Shayra take from dead hand!"At the challenge though she looks up and over to the man. "Shayra follow shadow man battle, his battle, help him. Shayra no need help, Shayra strong!" She growls so, "but say, how want test? Shayra no fear!"
[14:37:48] Bradock (katarr) leans back within his seat, head tilting to one side as Helga finally brings the man his meal, one that appears to be some sort of stew with a type of meat and potato in it. As he converses with Shayra, the mug is placed along the wooden table so that he could stir the stew for it to cool. "Shay sounds like a good sparring partner then. How about, you versus me, outside of Aberwyth - nothing but fists. First one to bleed, or be grappled loses. You don't need help, fair enough. Loses owes the winner a favor of their choice, that sound fair to you, Shayra?"
[14:42:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs to that. "Man shadow may need help. Shayra no know, Shayra slay many, then slay many wolf." The grog mug is empty and gets slammed onto the table. She does not sense a trap by him wanting to fight outside the town, does not even think of asking why he would want that there. "Shayra accept, Punch, no wrestle, man no touch Shayra like Dirk may, Dirk bested Shayra, Shayra wife of Dirk. Punch, kick, no hug!" She states, commands, her conditions. Being a wife of someone is totally new to her yet, it had happened just the day before, surprisingly actually, but that is in most cases quite normal for people of her tribe when away from the tribe. "Winner owe favor loser. No dishonor favor, yes?"
[14:49:51] Bradock (katarr) | Just as Bradock was about to begin eating his meal, Shayra accepts his challenge. Something that he genuinely was not expecting. He suddenly rises from his seat with a large, almost giddy grin upon his features. "Yeah? Alright! No one ever let's me spar with them. This'll be fun!" He quick addresses Helga by waving his hand dismissively towards her. "Tell Gerald I owe him for the stew." This was apparently, enough to satisfy the woman as she begins to collect the uneaten stew of the Warden. "Hey, Bradock got a wife himself." He seems to have picked up her low accent, completely by accident and without realization. "So Shayra no touch Bradock the way Shayra touch Dirk, okay? No dishonorable favor, yes." That large grin still along his facial features as he pushes the wooden seat beneath the table. "Come." A motion of a waving hand signals for her to follow him.
[14:53:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods grimly, yet she had not understood the part of not touching him sexually. It was too many words in a row, more than five, without comma or dot. She cannot understand that due to low brain capacity. But she would never do that anyways. If Dirk rapes raid victims she does not care, her body belongs to him, tradition of her tribe. She turns to follow him. The man seems to wear clothes, light armor perhaps, or medium at max unless there is something hidden under the garment in terms of chain mail or likewise. Does not matter though. "First blood..." She reassures for herself, and follows him. She enjoyes to spar, day in day out really, near as much as to fight for real.
[15:02:32] Bradock (katarr) leads the woman through the winding roads of Aberwyth, descending several flights of steps until they come to a road that they divert from to walk into a lush green field. Once within it, Bradock leans over and touches his own toes, he even extends his arms high over head and twists his body from left to right, each action causes a small popping of his joints throughout the stretch. "Alright!" Tucking his elbows into his sides and tightening his fists a sudden barrier erects all around Bradock, a barrier of light translucent purple magic that collapses into the man and coasts his entire body in a small glow of magic. Just as soon as The Mage Shield become apparent, it vanishes, leaving the barrier that was just cast upon him invisible, only to appear when needed to defend him. "Because I am a gentleman..." The man's legs part, knees bend and fists raise until they were just a few inches from his face. "Ladies first."
[15:07:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had followed him. to the forests, close to the tunnel of the wayward. She is young, and usually always busy moving, working, practicing her fight. Barely a moment of the day passes for her without that, except for times in the tavern. As the man warms up, she steps to the closeby rock and lays her axe onto it, the sword, the bow. Then she losens the straps of her pauldrons as well, puts them onto the pile. The iron protector around her neck she leaves on, just as the metal chain top, which is unusual for her. "You mage!" She growls low, a note of hatred or even fury swinging in her voice. Even her gaze tells that she hates mages, does not trust them. "Need coward magic to beat Shayra! You no honor?!"
[15:12:38] Bradock (katarr) raises an eyebrow from above his fists. Keeping himself fluid on his feet, his shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the next, causing him to sway ever so slightly as he awaits het to prepare herself. "I am a Mage, of sorts. I promise, no more magic. Just fists." He playfully winks back at her from where he stands. "I just had to make sure you don't accidentally break my bones. Shayra IS strong after all, right?"
[15:17:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not trust mages one single bit, not a slightly and tiny bit. But then she has no clue what they are really capable of - which is likely the reason for the distrust. "Shayra strong!" She grunts back at the taunt, "mage scared! Ha!" Again she goes to the pile of armor and weapons, and unstraps the irons around her forearms. "So, mage no fear pretty nose." She barks at that, and turns towards him. No, she does not do further warming up, she had sparred the entire day - on different ways actually, as preparation for the battle against the wolf people. Well, the sex was not for that. She approaches, easily to the battle dancing man, and just when she is yet two steps away, she makes a fast leap forwards, aiming at his very fists or lower arms in attempt to punch his own fist against his own face or such.
[15:17:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be04): 37, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:17:54] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):37
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:18:13] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be05): 111, Reflex
[15:27:06] Bradock (katarr) nods his head somewhat as he continues to keep himself fluid, eyes ever upon his opponent as she continues to ready herself. "I do rather like my nose in tact, yes." He was stil lgrinning throughout all of this, despite Shayra's rather evident hatred for magic. It was something that completely unphased him. The truth of the matter was, Bradock just enjoyed a chance to fight, a chance to test his mettle and go toe to toe with someone. It was a trait that it would seem he and the Barbarian woman shared in. As she comes running towards him, the null colored hues of his eyes narrow in anticipation. His entire weight shifts to his hindleg as he ducks beneath the blow aimed at his hands and arms, her fists would fly directly over his head, catching nothing but air. In retaliation, he balls his right hand into a fist and sends it swinging towards Shayra and an exposed portion of her abdomen and slightly off to the side in an attempt for the fist to connect with her ribs.
[15:27:21] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be06): 94, Fighting (2 Damage)
[15:29:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be07): 143, Reflexes/Defense
[15:29:05] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):143
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[15:32:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) alters but her stance a bit, bending her knees to do so, so the fist of the man does not go against her rips but against the iron shoulder belt. "Mageling good!" She compliments, despite he is a mage of sorts. Fighting is pure fun for her, and so she likes it if her enemies have something to offer in that sorts. Nothing worse than an enemy that is no challenge or dies on first sneeze. She still stands close though, the strength of the man, his agility are interesting to her, but what she does might be a bit uncommon: She pretends to want to ram him with that one remaining, highly pointy and hard bull horn on her belt - a feint of course - in real she swings her right fist in high arch from above, a hammer bash try against the top of his head or forehead.
[15:33:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be08): 67, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:33:07] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):67
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:33:23] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be09): 142, Reflex
[15:40:39] Bradock (katarr) swings his fist at the woman's waist, only for it to connect with her belt. A sudden wince in pain comes from him as his fist retracts. "Yow!" His hand instantly retracts from the metal and shakes out the pain of having just connected with a metal source with the momentum he had placed behind the strike. His eyes rise towards her belt which seem to be coming towards him. And, just as he was about to react, his peripheral vision catches the hammer like motion she was attempting to bash along the top of his head. He first, barely manages to slip away from her fist by leaping to one side in avoidance. He would then, lift a foot and bring it forward in a wide arch kicked, that is aimed at her flank once more - apparently, he didn't learn his lesson the last time he tried to attack her ribs.
[15:40:54] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0a): 84, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:41:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0b): 112, Reflexes/Defense
[15:41:58] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):112
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[15:44:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is more than clearly enjoying this fight, both that she had not yet hit - which means he is good to her - as that he had not yet hit - as that might be shamefully mean that she is weak. When the kick comes against her flank again, she turns around, half, quick, and slaps the shin aside with her sheer elbow, slight pain inflicted maybe, nothing lethal though. Right again she strikes herself, in the drawback motion, again the elbow, towards his very right waist. That strike is accompanied with a mean roar, a battle cry in a way, to gather the most of her strength.
[15:45:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be0c): 158, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:45:00] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):158
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:45:54] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be0d): 99, Reflex
[15:50:37] Bradock (katarr) feels his kick being deflected by her hand catching his shin and sending it back, this, completely sends Bradock off balance though as he leg was essentially deflected back at him. He staggers for a bit, and this exactly stagger and broken root is the perfect time for her to land an attack against him. As her elbow connects with his side, Bradock lets forth a soft "Agh!" In pain as the blow connects. As both feet begin to plant themselves along the ground, pain uns throughout the side of his body as a rather fine bruise was most assuredly forming beneath his clothing. To counter, Bradock sets his focus back onto Shayra. "hey, you're pretty good yourself!" Though, this compliment is said with a grin, his hand balls into a fist and swings in a wide arch aimed at the woman's face in a rather hell-mary type of swing with a great amount of strength put behind it.
[15:50:49] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0e): 66, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:51:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0f): 56, Reflexes/Defense
[15:51:59] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):56
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:00:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had gotten not fast enough away from him, and then the compliment. She is damn proud, her pride is a weak spot in her, she is very accessible with compliments, and so she just wants to straighten up and grin to comment something to his compliment, as she already sees that big fist fly towards her. Barely she manages to turn away her face, a pain comes still, at the side of her head, a throbbing pain. And it makes her stumble away. There though she finally manages to laugh. Even if her vision is a bit blurry for a moment, she laughs, then grins. She likes. And she likes it a lot. Again though she uses that stumbling away for her counter attack: She spins around further, tenses up and goes low, to kick against the side of her left lower leg - with the leather part of her boot, not the iron part.
[16:01:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be10): 117, Kick against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:01:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):117
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:01:35] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be11): 119, Reflex
[16:09:16] Bradock (katarr) retracts his fist upon feeling the connection with her. He immediately draws back and, manages to return the grin she had shot towards him. Despite the pain that was throbbing through the entire flank of his body, he quite loved the chance to fight against an opponent that tested him. Squaring off once more with her, her leg rising to aim towards him is caught and, just as she did, he catches the kick by blocking it with the palm of his hand. And then, with a light push, sends her leg back towards her in an attempt to catch her off balance. He follows this by yet another punch, though, this one does not aim towards her face, but once again towards her abdomen.
[16:09:28] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be12): 152, Fighting (1 Damage)
[16:09:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be13): 130, Reflexes/Defense
[16:09:49] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):130
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:13:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) runs basically by her spin directly into the new attack, She topples back from that hit against her abdomen, just above the heavy iron belt likely. She holds that spot, looks down. A hint of severe worries can be seen in her gaze. She feels again, no, the entire belly is covered by iron, and what is beneath the belly too. She lifts her gaze again, approvingly. Another nod of respect. Then she charges in against him, wild, strong, fast, brutal, savage, to just ram him off his feet or such with her shoulder against his very center, where chest and belly connect, the rip cage ends.
[16:13:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be14): 21, Ram attack against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:13:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):21
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:14:02] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be15): 68, Reflex
[16:20:14] Bradock (katarr) once again retracts his hand and shakes it rather quickly, evaporating the pain that were coursing through it from connecting. Just as was doing this though, his eyes widen as she begins to charge towards him. "Whoa!" The short distance between the two made the charge a near hit, in fact it would brush against his injured side as he -barely- manages to side step the attack. Though, he would successfully do so none the less. Fighting past he pain in his side, Bradock laces both fingers and raises his hands high over head. As she charges past him, he would send both hands flying downwards in an attempt to crash into the woman's back in a clubbing motion while she's charging.
[16:20:27] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be16): 85, Fighting (1 damage)
[16:20:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be17): 7, Reflexes/Defense
[16:20:46] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):7
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:24:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not slam against his chest or belly, instead charging past him due to his sidestep, and feeling a hammer on her back that basically sends her flat down to the ground. At once she spins to her back to ready herself against further attacks, but then she relaxes. "Shayra no bleed, but fight man no bad, despite use magic like coward!" She commands, and gifts him a wide toothy grin. She makes no effort to stand up alone, indicating to accept being defeated in this sparring. "So what favor mageling want?"
[16:30:27] Bradock (katarr) | Shayra hitting the ground causes a wince from the man. Though, any sympathy fades from him as he witnesses the woman turns back to him and grins, a toothy grin that he returns in earnest. "I just like my nose in tact, okay? It is my best feature." Despite clinging to his side, he takes a few steps towards her until he was in range of her and extends a free hand towards her, an offer to assist her in standing. "You're pretty good. My favor?" There seemed to be little need to further think on what he desired from her. "In three days, assuming you haven't been seriously injured yourself - we will meet again at The Ugly Duckling, have a drink, then come back out here for another brawl. How does that sound?"
[16:34:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets herself be helped to stand up, uncommon, but done this time. "Three day, then drink, yes." She grunts while getting to her feet, then outright goes to fetch her gear from the stone. "Mageling no smart, drink Shayra then brawl. Shayra drink more than hand, more than hand grog, and one heavy grog, did so last time." She laughs once more, guttural, hearty. "Shayra grow barbarians, barbarian man drink much, demand Shayra drink much. You no stand feet after." Yes, there is mocking included in that, but in real she had drunken men under the table, civilized men at least, and not few had wondered how so much fits into her body that is noticeably small for a barbarian - her personal nightmare anyways.
[16:41:01] Bradock (katarr) continues to rub at the side of his body, rubbing along the flank she had attacked him once he assists her in standing. He would then, release her hand and retreat to a respectable distance from her. "We're not getting drunk, we'll just drink a bit so we can dull the pain of each other's attacks. Seriously, you hit pretty hard." The idle rubbing of his side ceases for his arms to fall to his side. "I bet you could drink me under the table. Its been a long time since I was nineteen, I haven't quite kept up my drinking habits. My tolerance has probably dropped through the floor." While he says this in humor, his grin falls for a moment in realization that, the statement probably went far over her barbarian head. "Umm, I'm just... out of practice in drinking." He simplifies.
[16:47:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns with the heavy, ancient and sharp axe in her fist, eyes narrowed due to the long sentences. There had been men who did not even understand how they had upset her, before she split their heads or necks for it. But he gets the curve. "Shayra strong! Get stronger much! Dirk strong, Dirk no accept weak woman!" She commands again, "mageling man want punch, next time no magic. Briefly she takes that axe to the left hand, eases her hair as it looks, yet in real just wants to fan the spot he had hit on her head before, the bruise pulses warm, the black hair under the sun just warms it the more. "Shayra drink man, then punch man. Then Shayra win! Man do favor then!" She nods gravely, but the entire brawl had amused her. It is a game, challenges are a game, honor debt, even if the duels end with one death. There is no way to decline, or her dead ancestors would haunt her and not allow her into the goddess' paradise to sit at the feasting table in honor and fame with her, with the goddess proud of her.
[16:53:55] Bradock (katarr) cranes his head to glance from left to right, preforming a quick visual scan of the area, something he had not done since their brawl had begun. Valesk could prove to be a dangerous place, after all. "Bradock get much stronger too." There was a simplicity about her that was somewhat comforting. "You don't want me to use magic? The magic didn't help much accept for some minor protection. But, if that is your wish, I shall oblige." This is normally a time where Bradock would bow. Yet, the pain in his side would make such painful. Instead, he would bow his head towards the Barbarian woman in respect. "No magic then. Next time, we'll have a drink or two and then spar again. If YOU win, it will be your turn to ask for a favor."
[16:57:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has not understood all, but enough. "If Bradock coward, need magic, Shayra fight naked. Already done, cost more than hand lives, more than hand men dead." She brags, in real talking about her one most important fight - well after the fight of the other barbarian now claiming her. "Mage Bradock dare fight naked?" Another guttural laughter. She turns, though not back to town, back to the Wayward where her camp is.
[17:02:06] Bradock (katarr) scratches at the back of his head at her question. He did not seem embarrassed by it. Nor did he appear to be shy away from it. But, instead, his mind wracks back and forth as he tries consider -why- they would fight naked. "I, umm, don't really see the benefit in fighting naked. Though I would. But. how would my junk hanging out be any different than fighting in normal clothing... or at least in pants?" This was something that particularly boggled his brain. For, in his logical mind, there was no real difference.
[17:08:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs. "Mageling need magic protection, be equal Shayra, so mageling fear Shayra armor. No armor, no fear. Both naked, fair!" Is her explanation. It appears simple to her, logical, and if there would be a pantie or not, she would not even mind. "If mageling shy, mageling tell. Shayra no shy, Shayra strong! Shayra no need armor mageling!" She walks up to him, to his side though as to pass him. Being aside of him she would punch his shoulder, not hard, hard but not hurting rather. "Mageling Shayra drink three days. Until then mageling decide, decide magic, decide naked!" In act she had already went topless to the tavern even, which caused some reactions, she had not minded, she feels herself a bit like a man of her tribe yet, just in a more curvy body. "Shayra go now."
[14:02:55] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lingers basically on the townsquare, or waits there rather, for him cannot be seen. She is though in full battle gear, at times normal for her, but this time also with battle paint made of bone dust and orc blood in the face. She looks grim into nothingness, thinks, which is hard enough, focuses on something. Only briefly her narrowed eyes go to the man who went past her, to the tavern, to eat and drink. Helga, the bar maid, had already tried to wave her in, but today she does not think of ordering her three to seven liters of grog or wine. Not yet. It takes a while until she realizes actually that the man is also a fighter. She then actually steps into the tavern. "Shayra greet fighter. Fighter be wolfman?" She grunts in a savage dialect.
[14:08:26] Bradock (katarr) | As the barmaid returns to him with a hot glass of tea, Bradock wraps his fingers around the mug and raises it to his lips. He lightly blows upon the steaming liquid within the mug before he takes a tentative sip. Immediately, his eyes widen and tongue sticks out. "Hooooot." He complains, panting his dog like a dog left out in the heat of a hot summer day. Setting the mug down, the smell and sound of shifting armor catches his attention as he glances to the woman approaching him. Any battle paint she may of been wearing did not seem to bother him, as he blinks in confusion regarding her actual words regarding him. "Huh? Wolfman?" He requires a moment to think upon her words before he seems to come to a conlcusion. "Umm, no, I'm not a 'wolf' man. Or at least I think I'm not... why?"
[14:12:26] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has to visibly focus on what the man speaks, it is difficult as some sentences are quite long for her brain. It leads to her narrowing her eyes further. "Shayra, Dirk, hired by shadow man, shadow man want fight wolfs. So Shayra want know: You fight wolf, or you be wolf!" She repeats. Unlike the question before, her words now sound like a command. "Shayra strong! Shayra no fear wolf, Shayra slay wolf, make wolf girl lament dead!" Also that sounds like a command for some reason. She points to his double handed blade on his back. "You fighter, you fight wolf? You want honor?"
[14:17:29] Bradock (katarr) glares down onto the hot mug of tea, as if it were now his biggest adversary in his life at the moment. Tentatively, he reaches for the mug once again so that he coudl raise it to his lips. Lightly blowing at the drink, he glances to the woman once more, eyebrow curious raising as she speaks. "Whose Shayra and who is Dirk?" What would follow would be a plethora of questions for him to fully gain a grasp of what she was saying. "I'm a fighter, though, I wouldn't phrase it that way.." He then briefly looks to the sword along his back. "WHo is the shadow man? And, how much is he paying?"
[14:22:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) steps closer to where the man is eating and places a foot onto the chair to his right, the axe hilt pommel as well, and leans with crossed arms on the top of the axe. "I Shayra, Shayra strong! Dirk man Shayra, bested Shayra, Shayra his wife." She explains, and the dose of pride in her words is more than clear. "Man no pay, but fight many honor, many fame! Fighter fight, else shame." She is a tribal warrior, a raid tribe warrior. Fighting for money is alien to her yet. "Wolf people bad people, shadow man say, must fight. Can make blade silver for gold. Strange, but Shayra no know why. Fight good, always good." Helga already brings her a mug of grog, even without asking, she always drinks that here, and usually masses of it.
[14:27:52] Bradock (katarr) finishes blowing upon his glass of tea and raises it to his lips so that he could take a tentative sip from it once again. This time, it doesn't quite scald his tongue, allowing him to occasionally drink from the glass as he converses with the Tribal Warrior. "So, you fight for fame and honor, not money?" And to an extent, he seemed to enjoy the simplicity of it, causing a grin to form along his lips. "Sounds like fun." Another sip of tea is taken as Helga returns with the mug of Grog. "Shayra strong, eh? Well, I'd love to test that out..." And there it was, his own exposure of pride, followed by his own desire to fight. Battle ran through his blood just as much as the tribal woman. "I'll make you a deal. Let's have a match, you versus me. If I win, I'll find a way to help you. I win, you owe me a favor, deal?"
[14:32:16] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) grabs that one liter mug as soon as it comes, and while she drinks, she listens. She drinks fast, as usual, so fast that quite some of it runs down from the brinks of her lips over her front. "Shayra fight honor, fame, Shayra fight fun! Big joy drive enemy before, big joy hear women lament!" She announces in her commanding tone, "Shayra need no pay battle, Shayra take from dead hand!"At the challenge though she looks up and over to the man. "Shayra follow shadow man battle, his battle, help him. Shayra no need help, Shayra strong!" She growls so, "but say, how want test? Shayra no fear!"
[14:37:48] Bradock (katarr) leans back within his seat, head tilting to one side as Helga finally brings the man his meal, one that appears to be some sort of stew with a type of meat and potato in it. As he converses with Shayra, the mug is placed along the wooden table so that he could stir the stew for it to cool. "Shay sounds like a good sparring partner then. How about, you versus me, outside of Aberwyth - nothing but fists. First one to bleed, or be grappled loses. You don't need help, fair enough. Loses owes the winner a favor of their choice, that sound fair to you, Shayra?"
[14:42:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs to that. "Man shadow may need help. Shayra no know, Shayra slay many, then slay many wolf." The grog mug is empty and gets slammed onto the table. She does not sense a trap by him wanting to fight outside the town, does not even think of asking why he would want that there. "Shayra accept, Punch, no wrestle, man no touch Shayra like Dirk may, Dirk bested Shayra, Shayra wife of Dirk. Punch, kick, no hug!" She states, commands, her conditions. Being a wife of someone is totally new to her yet, it had happened just the day before, surprisingly actually, but that is in most cases quite normal for people of her tribe when away from the tribe. "Winner owe favor loser. No dishonor favor, yes?"
[14:49:51] Bradock (katarr) | Just as Bradock was about to begin eating his meal, Shayra accepts his challenge. Something that he genuinely was not expecting. He suddenly rises from his seat with a large, almost giddy grin upon his features. "Yeah? Alright! No one ever let's me spar with them. This'll be fun!" He quick addresses Helga by waving his hand dismissively towards her. "Tell Gerald I owe him for the stew." This was apparently, enough to satisfy the woman as she begins to collect the uneaten stew of the Warden. "Hey, Bradock got a wife himself." He seems to have picked up her low accent, completely by accident and without realization. "So Shayra no touch Bradock the way Shayra touch Dirk, okay? No dishonorable favor, yes." That large grin still along his facial features as he pushes the wooden seat beneath the table. "Come." A motion of a waving hand signals for her to follow him.
[14:53:36] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) nods grimly, yet she had not understood the part of not touching him sexually. It was too many words in a row, more than five, without comma or dot. She cannot understand that due to low brain capacity. But she would never do that anyways. If Dirk rapes raid victims she does not care, her body belongs to him, tradition of her tribe. She turns to follow him. The man seems to wear clothes, light armor perhaps, or medium at max unless there is something hidden under the garment in terms of chain mail or likewise. Does not matter though. "First blood..." She reassures for herself, and follows him. She enjoyes to spar, day in day out really, near as much as to fight for real.
[15:02:32] Bradock (katarr) leads the woman through the winding roads of Aberwyth, descending several flights of steps until they come to a road that they divert from to walk into a lush green field. Once within it, Bradock leans over and touches his own toes, he even extends his arms high over head and twists his body from left to right, each action causes a small popping of his joints throughout the stretch. "Alright!" Tucking his elbows into his sides and tightening his fists a sudden barrier erects all around Bradock, a barrier of light translucent purple magic that collapses into the man and coasts his entire body in a small glow of magic. Just as soon as The Mage Shield become apparent, it vanishes, leaving the barrier that was just cast upon him invisible, only to appear when needed to defend him. "Because I am a gentleman..." The man's legs part, knees bend and fists raise until they were just a few inches from his face. "Ladies first."
[15:07:28] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had followed him. to the forests, close to the tunnel of the wayward. She is young, and usually always busy moving, working, practicing her fight. Barely a moment of the day passes for her without that, except for times in the tavern. As the man warms up, she steps to the closeby rock and lays her axe onto it, the sword, the bow. Then she losens the straps of her pauldrons as well, puts them onto the pile. The iron protector around her neck she leaves on, just as the metal chain top, which is unusual for her. "You mage!" She growls low, a note of hatred or even fury swinging in her voice. Even her gaze tells that she hates mages, does not trust them. "Need coward magic to beat Shayra! You no honor?!"
[15:12:38] Bradock (katarr) raises an eyebrow from above his fists. Keeping himself fluid on his feet, his shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the next, causing him to sway ever so slightly as he awaits het to prepare herself. "I am a Mage, of sorts. I promise, no more magic. Just fists." He playfully winks back at her from where he stands. "I just had to make sure you don't accidentally break my bones. Shayra IS strong after all, right?"
[15:17:25] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not trust mages one single bit, not a slightly and tiny bit. But then she has no clue what they are really capable of - which is likely the reason for the distrust. "Shayra strong!" She grunts back at the taunt, "mage scared! Ha!" Again she goes to the pile of armor and weapons, and unstraps the irons around her forearms. "So, mage no fear pretty nose." She barks at that, and turns towards him. No, she does not do further warming up, she had sparred the entire day - on different ways actually, as preparation for the battle against the wolf people. Well, the sex was not for that. She approaches, easily to the battle dancing man, and just when she is yet two steps away, she makes a fast leap forwards, aiming at his very fists or lower arms in attempt to punch his own fist against his own face or such.
[15:17:54] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be04): 37, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:17:54] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):37
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:18:13] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be05): 111, Reflex
[15:27:06] Bradock (katarr) nods his head somewhat as he continues to keep himself fluid, eyes ever upon his opponent as she continues to ready herself. "I do rather like my nose in tact, yes." He was stil lgrinning throughout all of this, despite Shayra's rather evident hatred for magic. It was something that completely unphased him. The truth of the matter was, Bradock just enjoyed a chance to fight, a chance to test his mettle and go toe to toe with someone. It was a trait that it would seem he and the Barbarian woman shared in. As she comes running towards him, the null colored hues of his eyes narrow in anticipation. His entire weight shifts to his hindleg as he ducks beneath the blow aimed at his hands and arms, her fists would fly directly over his head, catching nothing but air. In retaliation, he balls his right hand into a fist and sends it swinging towards Shayra and an exposed portion of her abdomen and slightly off to the side in an attempt for the fist to connect with her ribs.
[15:27:21] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be06): 94, Fighting (2 Damage)
[15:29:05] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be07): 143, Reflexes/Defense
[15:29:05] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):143
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[15:32:47] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) alters but her stance a bit, bending her knees to do so, so the fist of the man does not go against her rips but against the iron shoulder belt. "Mageling good!" She compliments, despite he is a mage of sorts. Fighting is pure fun for her, and so she likes it if her enemies have something to offer in that sorts. Nothing worse than an enemy that is no challenge or dies on first sneeze. She still stands close though, the strength of the man, his agility are interesting to her, but what she does might be a bit uncommon: She pretends to want to ram him with that one remaining, highly pointy and hard bull horn on her belt - a feint of course - in real she swings her right fist in high arch from above, a hammer bash try against the top of his head or forehead.
[15:33:06] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be08): 67, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:33:07] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):67
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:33:23] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be09): 142, Reflex
[15:40:39] Bradock (katarr) swings his fist at the woman's waist, only for it to connect with her belt. A sudden wince in pain comes from him as his fist retracts. "Yow!" His hand instantly retracts from the metal and shakes out the pain of having just connected with a metal source with the momentum he had placed behind the strike. His eyes rise towards her belt which seem to be coming towards him. And, just as he was about to react, his peripheral vision catches the hammer like motion she was attempting to bash along the top of his head. He first, barely manages to slip away from her fist by leaping to one side in avoidance. He would then, lift a foot and bring it forward in a wide arch kicked, that is aimed at her flank once more - apparently, he didn't learn his lesson the last time he tried to attack her ribs.
[15:40:54] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0a): 84, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:41:58] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0b): 112, Reflexes/Defense
[15:41:58] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):112
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[15:44:43] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) is more than clearly enjoying this fight, both that she had not yet hit - which means he is good to her - as that he had not yet hit - as that might be shamefully mean that she is weak. When the kick comes against her flank again, she turns around, half, quick, and slaps the shin aside with her sheer elbow, slight pain inflicted maybe, nothing lethal though. Right again she strikes herself, in the drawback motion, again the elbow, towards his very right waist. That strike is accompanied with a mean roar, a battle cry in a way, to gather the most of her strength.
[15:45:00] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be0c): 158, Fist Punch against Bradock (2 dmg)
[15:45:00] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):158
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[15:45:54] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be0d): 99, Reflex
[15:50:37] Bradock (katarr) feels his kick being deflected by her hand catching his shin and sending it back, this, completely sends Bradock off balance though as he leg was essentially deflected back at him. He staggers for a bit, and this exactly stagger and broken root is the perfect time for her to land an attack against him. As her elbow connects with his side, Bradock lets forth a soft "Agh!" In pain as the blow connects. As both feet begin to plant themselves along the ground, pain uns throughout the side of his body as a rather fine bruise was most assuredly forming beneath his clothing. To counter, Bradock sets his focus back onto Shayra. "hey, you're pretty good yourself!" Though, this compliment is said with a grin, his hand balls into a fist and swings in a wide arch aimed at the woman's face in a rather hell-mary type of swing with a great amount of strength put behind it.
[15:50:49] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be0e): 66, Fighting (2 damage)
[15:51:59] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be0f): 56, Reflexes/Defense
[15:51:59] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):56
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:00:57] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) had gotten not fast enough away from him, and then the compliment. She is damn proud, her pride is a weak spot in her, she is very accessible with compliments, and so she just wants to straighten up and grin to comment something to his compliment, as she already sees that big fist fly towards her. Barely she manages to turn away her face, a pain comes still, at the side of her head, a throbbing pain. And it makes her stumble away. There though she finally manages to laugh. Even if her vision is a bit blurry for a moment, she laughs, then grins. She likes. And she likes it a lot. Again though she uses that stumbling away for her counter attack: She spins around further, tenses up and goes low, to kick against the side of her left lower leg - with the leather part of her boot, not the iron part.
[16:01:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be10): 117, Kick against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:01:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):117
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:01:35] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be11): 119, Reflex
[16:09:16] Bradock (katarr) retracts his fist upon feeling the connection with her. He immediately draws back and, manages to return the grin she had shot towards him. Despite the pain that was throbbing through the entire flank of his body, he quite loved the chance to fight against an opponent that tested him. Squaring off once more with her, her leg rising to aim towards him is caught and, just as she did, he catches the kick by blocking it with the palm of his hand. And then, with a light push, sends her leg back towards her in an attempt to catch her off balance. He follows this by yet another punch, though, this one does not aim towards her face, but once again towards her abdomen.
[16:09:28] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be12): 152, Fighting (1 Damage)
[16:09:49] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be13): 130, Reflexes/Defense
[16:09:49] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):130
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:13:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) runs basically by her spin directly into the new attack, She topples back from that hit against her abdomen, just above the heavy iron belt likely. She holds that spot, looks down. A hint of severe worries can be seen in her gaze. She feels again, no, the entire belly is covered by iron, and what is beneath the belly too. She lifts her gaze again, approvingly. Another nod of respect. Then she charges in against him, wild, strong, fast, brutal, savage, to just ram him off his feet or such with her shoulder against his very center, where chest and belly connect, the rip cage ends.
[16:13:24] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R8 (CC:be14): 21, Ram attack against Bradock (2 dmg)
[16:13:24] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R8: (1-180):21
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/180
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):80/0
[16:14:02] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be15): 68, Reflex
[16:20:14] Bradock (katarr) once again retracts his hand and shakes it rather quickly, evaporating the pain that were coursing through it from connecting. Just as was doing this though, his eyes widen as she begins to charge towards him. "Whoa!" The short distance between the two made the charge a near hit, in fact it would brush against his injured side as he -barely- manages to side step the attack. Though, he would successfully do so none the less. Fighting past he pain in his side, Bradock laces both fingers and raises his hands high over head. As she charges past him, he would send both hands flying downwards in an attempt to crash into the woman's back in a clubbing motion while she's charging.
[16:20:27] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:be16): 85, Fighting (1 damage)
[16:20:46] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ rolls R6 (CC:be17): 7, Reflexes/Defense
[16:20:46] Prohawk HUD:
Rolled R6: (1-160):7
Max (Nominal/Actual):100/160
Bonus (Nominal/Actual):60/0
[16:24:13] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) does not slam against his chest or belly, instead charging past him due to his sidestep, and feeling a hammer on her back that basically sends her flat down to the ground. At once she spins to her back to ready herself against further attacks, but then she relaxes. "Shayra no bleed, but fight man no bad, despite use magic like coward!" She commands, and gifts him a wide toothy grin. She makes no effort to stand up alone, indicating to accept being defeated in this sparring. "So what favor mageling want?"
[16:30:27] Bradock (katarr) | Shayra hitting the ground causes a wince from the man. Though, any sympathy fades from him as he witnesses the woman turns back to him and grins, a toothy grin that he returns in earnest. "I just like my nose in tact, okay? It is my best feature." Despite clinging to his side, he takes a few steps towards her until he was in range of her and extends a free hand towards her, an offer to assist her in standing. "You're pretty good. My favor?" There seemed to be little need to further think on what he desired from her. "In three days, assuming you haven't been seriously injured yourself - we will meet again at The Ugly Duckling, have a drink, then come back out here for another brawl. How does that sound?"
[16:34:30] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) lets herself be helped to stand up, uncommon, but done this time. "Three day, then drink, yes." She grunts while getting to her feet, then outright goes to fetch her gear from the stone. "Mageling no smart, drink Shayra then brawl. Shayra drink more than hand, more than hand grog, and one heavy grog, did so last time." She laughs once more, guttural, hearty. "Shayra grow barbarians, barbarian man drink much, demand Shayra drink much. You no stand feet after." Yes, there is mocking included in that, but in real she had drunken men under the table, civilized men at least, and not few had wondered how so much fits into her body that is noticeably small for a barbarian - her personal nightmare anyways.
[16:41:01] Bradock (katarr) continues to rub at the side of his body, rubbing along the flank she had attacked him once he assists her in standing. He would then, release her hand and retreat to a respectable distance from her. "We're not getting drunk, we'll just drink a bit so we can dull the pain of each other's attacks. Seriously, you hit pretty hard." The idle rubbing of his side ceases for his arms to fall to his side. "I bet you could drink me under the table. Its been a long time since I was nineteen, I haven't quite kept up my drinking habits. My tolerance has probably dropped through the floor." While he says this in humor, his grin falls for a moment in realization that, the statement probably went far over her barbarian head. "Umm, I'm just... out of practice in drinking." He simplifies.
[16:47:02] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) turns with the heavy, ancient and sharp axe in her fist, eyes narrowed due to the long sentences. There had been men who did not even understand how they had upset her, before she split their heads or necks for it. But he gets the curve. "Shayra strong! Get stronger much! Dirk strong, Dirk no accept weak woman!" She commands again, "mageling man want punch, next time no magic. Briefly she takes that axe to the left hand, eases her hair as it looks, yet in real just wants to fan the spot he had hit on her head before, the bruise pulses warm, the black hair under the sun just warms it the more. "Shayra drink man, then punch man. Then Shayra win! Man do favor then!" She nods gravely, but the entire brawl had amused her. It is a game, challenges are a game, honor debt, even if the duels end with one death. There is no way to decline, or her dead ancestors would haunt her and not allow her into the goddess' paradise to sit at the feasting table in honor and fame with her, with the goddess proud of her.
[16:53:55] Bradock (katarr) cranes his head to glance from left to right, preforming a quick visual scan of the area, something he had not done since their brawl had begun. Valesk could prove to be a dangerous place, after all. "Bradock get much stronger too." There was a simplicity about her that was somewhat comforting. "You don't want me to use magic? The magic didn't help much accept for some minor protection. But, if that is your wish, I shall oblige." This is normally a time where Bradock would bow. Yet, the pain in his side would make such painful. Instead, he would bow his head towards the Barbarian woman in respect. "No magic then. Next time, we'll have a drink or two and then spar again. If YOU win, it will be your turn to ask for a favor."
[16:57:22] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) has not understood all, but enough. "If Bradock coward, need magic, Shayra fight naked. Already done, cost more than hand lives, more than hand men dead." She brags, in real talking about her one most important fight - well after the fight of the other barbarian now claiming her. "Mage Bradock dare fight naked?" Another guttural laughter. She turns, though not back to town, back to the Wayward where her camp is.
[17:02:06] Bradock (katarr) scratches at the back of his head at her question. He did not seem embarrassed by it. Nor did he appear to be shy away from it. But, instead, his mind wracks back and forth as he tries consider -why- they would fight naked. "I, umm, don't really see the benefit in fighting naked. Though I would. But. how would my junk hanging out be any different than fighting in normal clothing... or at least in pants?" This was something that particularly boggled his brain. For, in his logical mind, there was no real difference.
[17:08:09] Sʜᴀʏʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇ Sɴᴀᴋᴇ™ (shayariel.tigerpaw) shrugs. "Mageling need magic protection, be equal Shayra, so mageling fear Shayra armor. No armor, no fear. Both naked, fair!" Is her explanation. It appears simple to her, logical, and if there would be a pantie or not, she would not even mind. "If mageling shy, mageling tell. Shayra no shy, Shayra strong! Shayra no need armor mageling!" She walks up to him, to his side though as to pass him. Being aside of him she would punch his shoulder, not hard, hard but not hurting rather. "Mageling Shayra drink three days. Until then mageling decide, decide magic, decide naked!" In act she had already went topless to the tavern even, which caused some reactions, she had not minded, she feels herself a bit like a man of her tribe yet, just in a more curvy body. "Shayra go now."
[18:27] Bradock (Katarr) darts through the lush green forests ash e chases after the auburn coated fox. The little guy was small, quick and agile as a fox should be. So catching the rascal, proved tremendously difficult, especially when Bradock was held down by large weapons and a bruise along his side. As they reach the carnage found last night, Loki would perfectly avoid the area by slipping and dashing around it. "Hey, wait up!" Bradock calls in vain to the canine companion. Instead, the creatures darts up a small hill and jumps onto a branch with the grace of his kind. Rushing along the branch he eventually reaches the end and leaps with all of his might. "Loki no!" Bradock yells, only to turn the corner of the small hill in time to see and hear the splash of water as the fox dives into the cool pond of the clearing. "Oh... phew." He emits rather out of breath from the chase.
[18:32] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) smacks her palm on her forehead all the while as she follows Bradock and her lovable yet pain in the ass fox companion. "Cut it out Loki! Stop. Right. NAAOOO", she calls out as she dashes through the forest, actually she should be much faster than Brad owing to her size but Ella too was burdened with her own armor and weapon and the trio must surely have made noises as they ran trough the woods. She too turns around the small bouldery hillock and catches a breathe as the fox jumps into the water, causing a sizeable splash and ripples in the pristine pond. Ella laughs as she bends, hands on her knees as she looks up and shakes her head "That... fox...", she then straightens up and looks around, "Oh how beautiful!", distracted a minute as Loki thrashes about in the water still un-caught.
[18:36] Bradock (Katarr) leans along the side of the hill, reaching out and resting a hand along it as he holds his weight against it. His chest and stomach rapidly rising and falling as he catches his breath. A minute or two later, he leans away from the structure and walks towards the edge. "That fox of yours will be the death of us both." These words are spoken with a grin shot towards Ella. His yes then fall back onto the fox as he thrashes about. "All dogs can swim right?" Without another word, Bradock began quickly unbuckling the two swords he had with him, the longsword first, then the one at his hip. Next, his shoulders would be removed as he wades into the water, going deeper and deeper so that he could reach the thrashing fox. "Okay, okay, relax." The words come as he nears Loki. "You're going to smell like wet dog now."
[18:42] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) nods and laughs softly "Considering I found him in these woods, it probably is actually home to him and I am sure he can swim... well enough to escape us.", she smirks and follows suit, unbuckling the belt at her chest that held the scythe behind her secure and leans it near his sword before braiding her hair and tossing all of it behind her so as to -try- not to get all wet as she wades to the opposite side, hoping to trap the fox from the other direction. "YOU spoil him. Seriously!", she huffs at Bradock and chuckles "Well then he won't smell much different from you! I swear, these days, my nose thinks that smell is normal!", she rolls her eyes and then focuses on the fox, gently shushing it as well "Shhh... come to Ella now...", to which the fox does a quick look toss from Bradock to Ella then once more.. like he were sizing his options and almost with a naughty smirk and a wag of his tail the animal darts in an entirely different direction.. straight towards a crack in the rocks under the waterfall.
[18:48] Bradock (Katarr) | As Braodck wades through the water, the liquid soaks along his pants, soaking them all the way up to his knee. His journey towards the fox was slow because of the high water as well. "YOU spoil him!" This was untrue, and he knew it. Just as he wa about to come near the fox to scoop him up, the dastardly little things flees off in an opposite direction and towards a rock by the waterfall. "No, get him ,get him, get him!" Bradock calls out in vain while still slowly wading through the water that was at a snail's pace compared to the Foxes dog paddling to reach his destination. "Hmph." He suddenly stops and turns to glance back towards the Aasimar behind him. "You smell EXACTLY the same as I do I'll let you know!"
[18:56] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's eyes were on the red fox. And she just blinks as the animal seems to effortlessly escape Bradock's attempt to grab it. She narrows her eyes in concentration and squeals as Bradock yells out and she splish splashes as she runs through the water, just watching for the SMALL moment where Loki stood still and with a grunt she lunges forward, only for the animal to once more run off and leave her falling into the water and she gasps, putting out her palms to break her fall as she falls face first into the water, as in, with her palms bracing in the rocky bed under the not so deep water, and all of her front body drenched as she snarls and rises, splashing the water in an angered hit on its surface "DARN that fox", she then wipes away the water from her face and wades further in the direction that Loki went, by the tree near the waterfall. "WELL go around and trap him!!!", she calls out to Bradock as she now, VERY slowly moves.
[19:04] Bradock (Katarr) turning to face Ella, he happened to do so JUST in time for him to witness Ella make a lunge for the fox, a lunge that -completely- misses the fox and sends his wife into a face plant into the water beneath them. Oh how he tried, how he truly tried to hold back that laugh. But eventually, a grin would smear across his features. A grin that begins to crack in itself and turn into a laugh. A laugh that forces him to cling to his own stomach and just laugh and laugh and laugh. "Hey! At least you look good when you're all wet!" He calls back to her with a playful wink. Regardless, he seemed wise enough to not question the woman or press the issue further by second guessing her tactics to catching the fox. He would wade through the water through the other wide, slowly wading through the water on the other side for the flank.
[19:11] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was wet, and annoyed, and really not in the mood to be laughed at but she -knew- it was inevitable and despite all her self control, bends and picks up a small (very small not at all harm causing) flat rock and throws it all of a sudden in Bradock's direction before then just completely focusing on Loki and with a death glare. The glare could really kill. She speaks to the animal "STOP. RIGHT. NOW.", and well Loki was after all her companion and he stills, for a second, tail tucked in between his legs and looks at her straight before, shaking his head, but does not move. The water droplets from his fur falling all over the place. Ella would then try to move sloowly towards the animal all the while muttering disciplining words to him. She then looks up to see what Bradock was doing, pebble-hit and all.
[19:11] Storyweaver rolls R6 (CC:be33): 128, Chuck pebble at Bradock
[19:12] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be34): 68, Reflex
[19:20] Bradock (Katarr) slowly begins to wade along the water, attention focused on Loki as he creeps upon the creature from the other side, leaving the poor little guy no alternative escape routes. Just as he was closing in on the fox though, he misses the small pebble that was being flung towards him. And instead, it hits him square on the side. "Ow..." While he rubs the side of his head, a sudden idea crosses his mind. The colored hues of his eyes roll back within his skull and Bradock, without warning, begins to topple backwards, as if unconscious. With a large splash and a wave that shoots out in all directions, uncluding the direction of Ella and Loki, Bradock emerges from the small pool of water to simply float there... motionless.
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was looking at her fox and very steadfastly, she moves ahead to just wiggle her finger at him and give him a nice set of chosen reprimands before just bending and tucking him under her arm, wet from head to toe the both of them and she turns around and only in time to see the pebble hit his head and Bradock falling into the water, the sound eerie as it splashes all over the place. Ella is struck dumb. And she just... drops Loki. Heart in her mouth as she sees Bradock float in the water lifeless. "Nooo", she calls out but no sound emerges from her mouth as she does not stop to think if it was -really- possible. What if she had picked up a bigger rock in her anger?? She rushes ahead, splashing and wading as she reaches Bradock and roughly grabs him, "Brad!! BRAD!! NO! Don't.. Oh gods... BRAD!!", she calls out in desperation, trying to shake him as hard as she can. Panic starting to creep within the poor woman, the forgotten fox also comes running, now he was not that overcome by emotion! He coolly sniffs
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): at Brads boots, as always.
[19:35] Bradock (Katarr) continues to simply float idly within the water, poor Loki dropped into the water as Ella rushes towards him. He pulled off the routine well, his eyelids half closed and rolled back so only the whites of his eyes were exposed. He had even held his breath all the while, pretending to not longer even draw breath. As Ella would reach for him, his clothes were drenched with water from having just splashed within it. Just as she begins to shake him, the lids of his eyes close and open, reveal his eyes along with the mischievous gleam within them. Lunging forward into Ella, he attempts to tackle the poor woman into the pond of water beneath them and wrestle her into a grapple.
[18:32] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) smacks her palm on her forehead all the while as she follows Bradock and her lovable yet pain in the ass fox companion. "Cut it out Loki! Stop. Right. NAAOOO", she calls out as she dashes through the forest, actually she should be much faster than Brad owing to her size but Ella too was burdened with her own armor and weapon and the trio must surely have made noises as they ran trough the woods. She too turns around the small bouldery hillock and catches a breathe as the fox jumps into the water, causing a sizeable splash and ripples in the pristine pond. Ella laughs as she bends, hands on her knees as she looks up and shakes her head "That... fox...", she then straightens up and looks around, "Oh how beautiful!", distracted a minute as Loki thrashes about in the water still un-caught.
[18:36] Bradock (Katarr) leans along the side of the hill, reaching out and resting a hand along it as he holds his weight against it. His chest and stomach rapidly rising and falling as he catches his breath. A minute or two later, he leans away from the structure and walks towards the edge. "That fox of yours will be the death of us both." These words are spoken with a grin shot towards Ella. His yes then fall back onto the fox as he thrashes about. "All dogs can swim right?" Without another word, Bradock began quickly unbuckling the two swords he had with him, the longsword first, then the one at his hip. Next, his shoulders would be removed as he wades into the water, going deeper and deeper so that he could reach the thrashing fox. "Okay, okay, relax." The words come as he nears Loki. "You're going to smell like wet dog now."
[18:42] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) nods and laughs softly "Considering I found him in these woods, it probably is actually home to him and I am sure he can swim... well enough to escape us.", she smirks and follows suit, unbuckling the belt at her chest that held the scythe behind her secure and leans it near his sword before braiding her hair and tossing all of it behind her so as to -try- not to get all wet as she wades to the opposite side, hoping to trap the fox from the other direction. "YOU spoil him. Seriously!", she huffs at Bradock and chuckles "Well then he won't smell much different from you! I swear, these days, my nose thinks that smell is normal!", she rolls her eyes and then focuses on the fox, gently shushing it as well "Shhh... come to Ella now...", to which the fox does a quick look toss from Bradock to Ella then once more.. like he were sizing his options and almost with a naughty smirk and a wag of his tail the animal darts in an entirely different direction.. straight towards a crack in the rocks under the waterfall.
[18:48] Bradock (Katarr) | As Braodck wades through the water, the liquid soaks along his pants, soaking them all the way up to his knee. His journey towards the fox was slow because of the high water as well. "YOU spoil him!" This was untrue, and he knew it. Just as he wa about to come near the fox to scoop him up, the dastardly little things flees off in an opposite direction and towards a rock by the waterfall. "No, get him ,get him, get him!" Bradock calls out in vain while still slowly wading through the water that was at a snail's pace compared to the Foxes dog paddling to reach his destination. "Hmph." He suddenly stops and turns to glance back towards the Aasimar behind him. "You smell EXACTLY the same as I do I'll let you know!"
[18:56] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's eyes were on the red fox. And she just blinks as the animal seems to effortlessly escape Bradock's attempt to grab it. She narrows her eyes in concentration and squeals as Bradock yells out and she splish splashes as she runs through the water, just watching for the SMALL moment where Loki stood still and with a grunt she lunges forward, only for the animal to once more run off and leave her falling into the water and she gasps, putting out her palms to break her fall as she falls face first into the water, as in, with her palms bracing in the rocky bed under the not so deep water, and all of her front body drenched as she snarls and rises, splashing the water in an angered hit on its surface "DARN that fox", she then wipes away the water from her face and wades further in the direction that Loki went, by the tree near the waterfall. "WELL go around and trap him!!!", she calls out to Bradock as she now, VERY slowly moves.
[19:04] Bradock (Katarr) turning to face Ella, he happened to do so JUST in time for him to witness Ella make a lunge for the fox, a lunge that -completely- misses the fox and sends his wife into a face plant into the water beneath them. Oh how he tried, how he truly tried to hold back that laugh. But eventually, a grin would smear across his features. A grin that begins to crack in itself and turn into a laugh. A laugh that forces him to cling to his own stomach and just laugh and laugh and laugh. "Hey! At least you look good when you're all wet!" He calls back to her with a playful wink. Regardless, he seemed wise enough to not question the woman or press the issue further by second guessing her tactics to catching the fox. He would wade through the water through the other wide, slowly wading through the water on the other side for the flank.
[19:11] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was wet, and annoyed, and really not in the mood to be laughed at but she -knew- it was inevitable and despite all her self control, bends and picks up a small (very small not at all harm causing) flat rock and throws it all of a sudden in Bradock's direction before then just completely focusing on Loki and with a death glare. The glare could really kill. She speaks to the animal "STOP. RIGHT. NOW.", and well Loki was after all her companion and he stills, for a second, tail tucked in between his legs and looks at her straight before, shaking his head, but does not move. The water droplets from his fur falling all over the place. Ella would then try to move sloowly towards the animal all the while muttering disciplining words to him. She then looks up to see what Bradock was doing, pebble-hit and all.
[19:11] Storyweaver rolls R6 (CC:be33): 128, Chuck pebble at Bradock
[19:12] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:be34): 68, Reflex
[19:20] Bradock (Katarr) slowly begins to wade along the water, attention focused on Loki as he creeps upon the creature from the other side, leaving the poor little guy no alternative escape routes. Just as he was closing in on the fox though, he misses the small pebble that was being flung towards him. And instead, it hits him square on the side. "Ow..." While he rubs the side of his head, a sudden idea crosses his mind. The colored hues of his eyes roll back within his skull and Bradock, without warning, begins to topple backwards, as if unconscious. With a large splash and a wave that shoots out in all directions, uncluding the direction of Ella and Loki, Bradock emerges from the small pool of water to simply float there... motionless.
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was looking at her fox and very steadfastly, she moves ahead to just wiggle her finger at him and give him a nice set of chosen reprimands before just bending and tucking him under her arm, wet from head to toe the both of them and she turns around and only in time to see the pebble hit his head and Bradock falling into the water, the sound eerie as it splashes all over the place. Ella is struck dumb. And she just... drops Loki. Heart in her mouth as she sees Bradock float in the water lifeless. "Nooo", she calls out but no sound emerges from her mouth as she does not stop to think if it was -really- possible. What if she had picked up a bigger rock in her anger?? She rushes ahead, splashing and wading as she reaches Bradock and roughly grabs him, "Brad!! BRAD!! NO! Don't.. Oh gods... BRAD!!", she calls out in desperation, trying to shake him as hard as she can. Panic starting to creep within the poor woman, the forgotten fox also comes running, now he was not that overcome by emotion! He coolly sniffs
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun): at Brads boots, as always.
[19:35] Bradock (Katarr) continues to simply float idly within the water, poor Loki dropped into the water as Ella rushes towards him. He pulled off the routine well, his eyelids half closed and rolled back so only the whites of his eyes were exposed. He had even held his breath all the while, pretending to not longer even draw breath. As Ella would reach for him, his clothes were drenched with water from having just splashed within it. Just as she begins to shake him, the lids of his eyes close and open, reveal his eyes along with the mischievous gleam within them. Lunging forward into Ella, he attempts to tackle the poor woman into the pond of water beneath them and wrestle her into a grapple.
[22:18] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was seated at the bottom of the tree, right below the punching bag she had tied up earlier and practiced with for long enough. Red at the cheeks and a cheshire cat like grin on her face, she looked as pleased as punch and pretty keyed up as she watches one of the initiates work at the hung bag. Chuckling as she takes a sip of water from a small skin pouch she looked -too- smug. really.
[22:23] Bradock (Katarr) enters Warden's Keep and glances around te small area, nodding to an occasional Warden as he walks further and further into the area. He notices in the distance a bag hanging from a tree and an initiate punching at the bag. "Huh." He curiously yes the item before his eyes drift to the familiar form of Ella sitting beneath a tree. "Why, hello there." Announcing his presence, he slowly makes his way towards his wife. "What is that weird bag hanging from the tree?"
[22:27] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) sees Bradock arrive and grins ear to ear and jumps to her feet and greets him extra enthusiastically with a giant hug and a proper kiss on the lips. "It is my means of training my reflexes yanno... it gets too boring to keep beating you all the time!", she smirks mischievously, trying to rile his pride and winks at him. "See that bag... you hit it.. and it swings back.. randomly... by cause of its own weight and the ground's pull.. The harder you hit it... more sudden and faster it returns.. so you learn to dodge it.. or it knocks you off your feet..", she explains and JUST then the initiate is hit square on his face by the bag and she rolls her eyes "Like THAT.. now am I not clever?", she grins. Oh so vain and smug.
[22:35] Bradock (Katarr) turns his gaze onto the punching bag as Ella mentions it. Just as she was explaining its use, a new member of The Wardens is blasted in the face by the swinging momentum of the object. The man winces and slowly shakes his head from side to side. "That looks like it hurts." Glancing back onto Ella, He mirrors the grin along her face. "Yes, dear. You are VERY clever." His right hand raises so that the palm of it could attempt to cup the woman's cheek. If she had not swiped his hand away, he would lean forward so that he could press his lips against her own in a tender kiss. "You look like you're in QUITE a good mood."
[22:40] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) does not move his hand away but she -was- quite sweaty, worked out a lot... red and hot to the touch her cheeks were. She closes her eyes and relishes the kiss for a few blissful moments before leaning back and nodding severely "Oh you BET I am.. Wanna fight me? I swear I won't hit you hard!!", she smirks, really keyed up and all jumpy and excited and stuff. She almost bounced on her bootclad feet as she wrapped her hands around Brad's neck.
[22:43] Bradock (Katarr) allows the hand along Ella's cheek to fall and for that grin of his to only widen even further at her offer. "Oh, you want to FIGHT now?" A hand raises to place along his shoulder, rotating his arm within a circular motion. 'I guess I could go for a quick brawl... though, iI would hate to beat you in front of all these Wardens that are admiring your new invention!"
[22:48] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) blows a raspberry, shaking her head and stepping back a few feet before crouching into a boxing stance with fists up to her face. "Pssshh... YOU ought to be scared of that my dear... I have been practicing all this while... Tell you what... land two punches on me. And I'll... uh....", she smirks and looks from left to right before lowering her voice into a whisper "do -anything- you ask me to"
[22:50] Bradock (Katarr) | "Anything?" He asks with curiosity suddenly peaked at the whisper. "Okay!" Hopping back a step, both of Bradock's hands raise with his fingers curling into balls and raising to his cheeks. He then begins to lightly sway back and forward. "Ladies first!"
[22:51] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) chuckles and nods "Any...", she just lunges and suddenly aims a right hook at his jaw while she completes that word "THING!"
[23:02] Bradock (Katarr) suddenly had a rather high motivation to win this fight, so much so that he continued grinning. Even as she lunges, he reaches out and catches her fist by the palm of his hand, stopping her punch and following with an uppercut of his other hand to her stomach.
[23:04] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) frowns as her hook misses its mark and his hand covers her fist like paper covers rock. "Huh", she mutters and her eyes widen as he reacts fast, and she swings to a side evading the punch to the stomach and she tries to aim one for his side, just as fast.
[23:07] Bradock (Katarr) releases her hand as he moves to jab at her stomach, only to mis.. As she takes a whack at his side, the man jumps back, dodging her aim to his side with a jump back. He would then, lunge forward and quickly preform a jab at her shoulder.
[23:10] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) is all the more enraged that he moved too fast. Damn the man had better reflexes than her and it was good she was learning from him even if her pride would not let her admit that. She grunts and in her surprise misses the jab and moves JUST a bit more slower than was necessary, getting a neat hit to her shoulder and she snarls as it smarts. The angered woman now just jumps high up, aiming another punch to his face. Seemed she would love him just the same even if his face was botched up.
[23:15] Bradock (Katarr) | Once the punch had hit its mark, Bradock steps back. Keeping himself fluid, he hops back and forth with his fists still raised. Ever movement on his feet, he easily spotted the enraged high jump of his wife and swiftly moves away from the directed blow with yet another side step to avoid the attack. And, once preformed, lets loose another jab at the woman's shoulder while circling around her. Apparently, he liked her face in tact!
[23:17] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's other shoulder is now targeted and the woman spins, now all the more angry. Not even one hit she had been to land on him. Her hand was hurting, and she still turns to face him, now looks at him at the face and snarls "Ugh... You are good today... lucky... One.. lasst... time... ", she grunts and takes her time to gather her strength to twist her wrist and like take a straight punch at his stomach. She was mad now, the people around were already sure to be snickering and it bothered her all the more. Hmph.
[23:20] Bradock (Katarr) | Ella's jab to his stomach successfully hits the man's stomach ,causing him to hunch over a bit in pain. "Hrrg..." As he hunches, he begins to charge forward rather suddenly, head downwards in an attempt to headbutt the woman in her midsection in a charge retaliation.
[23:21] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) laughs "Ha!", as her punch lands and blinks seeing him charge like an angry ram. She swiftly moves to a side, and turns to jab at his back hurriedly moving behind him, with her elbow.
[23:26] Bradock (Katarr) rushes past Ella in his charge at the woman, getting nothing but air. Thankfully, he was moving just a tab too fast for her to successfully attack his back. He would slip right past her chop to his back. he then, stops as quickly as he possibly could and turn. As he does so, his fist extends in a wide arch to bash his wife along the back of her head.
[23:30] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) turns a tad too slow, as a huge hand comes bashing against the back of her head and she lets out a scream of pain "Owww", grasping the back of her head with her palms interlocked as she buckles to the ground on her knees. "Damn!", she spits to the floor in anger and looks up at him with a glare.. "You cheated", she chuckles, even in pain, the same defense HE always used when she won. "Very well.. you won... just tell me what you want.. tomorrow... but now it hurts... so carry me home!"
[22:23] Bradock (Katarr) enters Warden's Keep and glances around te small area, nodding to an occasional Warden as he walks further and further into the area. He notices in the distance a bag hanging from a tree and an initiate punching at the bag. "Huh." He curiously yes the item before his eyes drift to the familiar form of Ella sitting beneath a tree. "Why, hello there." Announcing his presence, he slowly makes his way towards his wife. "What is that weird bag hanging from the tree?"
[22:27] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) sees Bradock arrive and grins ear to ear and jumps to her feet and greets him extra enthusiastically with a giant hug and a proper kiss on the lips. "It is my means of training my reflexes yanno... it gets too boring to keep beating you all the time!", she smirks mischievously, trying to rile his pride and winks at him. "See that bag... you hit it.. and it swings back.. randomly... by cause of its own weight and the ground's pull.. The harder you hit it... more sudden and faster it returns.. so you learn to dodge it.. or it knocks you off your feet..", she explains and JUST then the initiate is hit square on his face by the bag and she rolls her eyes "Like THAT.. now am I not clever?", she grins. Oh so vain and smug.
[22:35] Bradock (Katarr) turns his gaze onto the punching bag as Ella mentions it. Just as she was explaining its use, a new member of The Wardens is blasted in the face by the swinging momentum of the object. The man winces and slowly shakes his head from side to side. "That looks like it hurts." Glancing back onto Ella, He mirrors the grin along her face. "Yes, dear. You are VERY clever." His right hand raises so that the palm of it could attempt to cup the woman's cheek. If she had not swiped his hand away, he would lean forward so that he could press his lips against her own in a tender kiss. "You look like you're in QUITE a good mood."
[22:40] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) does not move his hand away but she -was- quite sweaty, worked out a lot... red and hot to the touch her cheeks were. She closes her eyes and relishes the kiss for a few blissful moments before leaning back and nodding severely "Oh you BET I am.. Wanna fight me? I swear I won't hit you hard!!", she smirks, really keyed up and all jumpy and excited and stuff. She almost bounced on her bootclad feet as she wrapped her hands around Brad's neck.
[22:43] Bradock (Katarr) allows the hand along Ella's cheek to fall and for that grin of his to only widen even further at her offer. "Oh, you want to FIGHT now?" A hand raises to place along his shoulder, rotating his arm within a circular motion. 'I guess I could go for a quick brawl... though, iI would hate to beat you in front of all these Wardens that are admiring your new invention!"
[22:48] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) blows a raspberry, shaking her head and stepping back a few feet before crouching into a boxing stance with fists up to her face. "Pssshh... YOU ought to be scared of that my dear... I have been practicing all this while... Tell you what... land two punches on me. And I'll... uh....", she smirks and looks from left to right before lowering her voice into a whisper "do -anything- you ask me to"
[22:50] Bradock (Katarr) | "Anything?" He asks with curiosity suddenly peaked at the whisper. "Okay!" Hopping back a step, both of Bradock's hands raise with his fingers curling into balls and raising to his cheeks. He then begins to lightly sway back and forward. "Ladies first!"
[22:51] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) chuckles and nods "Any...", she just lunges and suddenly aims a right hook at his jaw while she completes that word "THING!"
[23:02] Bradock (Katarr) suddenly had a rather high motivation to win this fight, so much so that he continued grinning. Even as she lunges, he reaches out and catches her fist by the palm of his hand, stopping her punch and following with an uppercut of his other hand to her stomach.
[23:04] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) frowns as her hook misses its mark and his hand covers her fist like paper covers rock. "Huh", she mutters and her eyes widen as he reacts fast, and she swings to a side evading the punch to the stomach and she tries to aim one for his side, just as fast.
[23:07] Bradock (Katarr) releases her hand as he moves to jab at her stomach, only to mis.. As she takes a whack at his side, the man jumps back, dodging her aim to his side with a jump back. He would then, lunge forward and quickly preform a jab at her shoulder.
[23:10] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) is all the more enraged that he moved too fast. Damn the man had better reflexes than her and it was good she was learning from him even if her pride would not let her admit that. She grunts and in her surprise misses the jab and moves JUST a bit more slower than was necessary, getting a neat hit to her shoulder and she snarls as it smarts. The angered woman now just jumps high up, aiming another punch to his face. Seemed she would love him just the same even if his face was botched up.
[23:15] Bradock (Katarr) | Once the punch had hit its mark, Bradock steps back. Keeping himself fluid, he hops back and forth with his fists still raised. Ever movement on his feet, he easily spotted the enraged high jump of his wife and swiftly moves away from the directed blow with yet another side step to avoid the attack. And, once preformed, lets loose another jab at the woman's shoulder while circling around her. Apparently, he liked her face in tact!
[23:17] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's other shoulder is now targeted and the woman spins, now all the more angry. Not even one hit she had been to land on him. Her hand was hurting, and she still turns to face him, now looks at him at the face and snarls "Ugh... You are good today... lucky... One.. lasst... time... ", she grunts and takes her time to gather her strength to twist her wrist and like take a straight punch at his stomach. She was mad now, the people around were already sure to be snickering and it bothered her all the more. Hmph.
[23:20] Bradock (Katarr) | Ella's jab to his stomach successfully hits the man's stomach ,causing him to hunch over a bit in pain. "Hrrg..." As he hunches, he begins to charge forward rather suddenly, head downwards in an attempt to headbutt the woman in her midsection in a charge retaliation.
[23:21] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) laughs "Ha!", as her punch lands and blinks seeing him charge like an angry ram. She swiftly moves to a side, and turns to jab at his back hurriedly moving behind him, with her elbow.
[23:26] Bradock (Katarr) rushes past Ella in his charge at the woman, getting nothing but air. Thankfully, he was moving just a tab too fast for her to successfully attack his back. He would slip right past her chop to his back. he then, stops as quickly as he possibly could and turn. As he does so, his fist extends in a wide arch to bash his wife along the back of her head.
[23:30] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) turns a tad too slow, as a huge hand comes bashing against the back of her head and she lets out a scream of pain "Owww", grasping the back of her head with her palms interlocked as she buckles to the ground on her knees. "Damn!", she spits to the floor in anger and looks up at him with a glare.. "You cheated", she chuckles, even in pain, the same defense HE always used when she won. "Very well.. you won... just tell me what you want.. tomorrow... but now it hurts... so carry me home!"
[16:54] Bradock (Katarr) | With the spell completed from the vial of blood that Cedar had gifted to him, the exact location of the Shadeling that had attacked her had become easily distinguishable. And so, he would lead Ella through the woods of the forests within Valesk, ducking beneath branches and crouching as they come closer and closer upon the area. "It's here..." That vial of blood is swiftly placed within a small pouch along his waist so that he could instead, grip the handle of his longsword and pull it free from its sheathe. "My spell says we're right on top of it, be careful, Ella." The usually laid back Bradock gives his wife a singular and serious nod as he would begin to enter the lair of the Shadeling, head constantly swiveling from side to side as he searches the area.
[16:58] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) follows Bradock, eyes vigilant as always though she was somewhat noisy, armor clanking and all, never good in the forests but, well she was what she was! She knew he had used the ichor to pin point a location, and as much as the vial made her uncomfortable, she grimaces, crouching as she moved behind him, trying to be even remotely inconspicuous. Nodding as he spoke, she sees him arm himself and does so herself as well, reaching behind her to pull free the polearm and hold it ready for no matter what. She does mumble in a low voice back to him either way. "Shield yourself", for being a battlemage he was not armored as well as her, as far as was her understanding.
[17:06] Storyweaver: The area was... actually oddly pure seeming, if anything a sense of calm could be felt as one entered the area. There was a fading white light from a pure white young oak that rested among the others taller trees. These trees, and other plantlife, were heavy will foliage in this area or quite thick compared to the rest of the forest. As if the dying summer's heat and demanding sun meant nothing. Though definitely, by the spell in his system... it was saying here? Right near where the white tree was. This thick wooded area was oddly quiet however, not a chirp nor a squeak nor a twitch or snapping of branch. The cicadas of the island were not singing their afternoon song, which was a tad strange.
[17:08] Ella Moraeu rolls R1 (CC:bf59): 88, What lies ahead?
[17:08] Bradock rolls Dice (CC:bf5a): 79, Huntsman
[17:14] Storyweaver Everything seemed utterly normal, other than the strange quiet of the forest and the white tree nearby. The wind pushes it ways through, causing the branches to sway in a lazy fashion
[17:16] Bradock (Katarr) cautiously enters the forested area, his eyes still constantly scanning the area around him. The offset sounds of nature and the pureness of the surroundings seems to cause what was a hint of doubt within the male. "What? I am positive I did the spell right, it should be right here...." The Warden Ranger draws ever closer towards the white tree, the handle of his long sword gripped with one hand as he rests it over his shoulder. As Ella calls out to him regarding his shield, a small nod is tossed over his shoulder. Soon, with an incantation being mumbled under his breath, a light shield made of a clear purple light envelops around Bradock only to vanish just as soon as it came, only to visibly reappear and wrap around the man's body when needed to reinforce his leather armor when needed. (( Mage Shield, Rank 6 ))
[17:20] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) looks around, at the eerie calm and the thick forest, the swaying branches and all. The silence seemed to bother her and she was admittedly a tiny bit confused. "This... seems oddly calm to me", she mutters, still having her weapon drawn and she turns around, her back facing Bradock's back, while she tries to get a three sixty view between the both of them. "I don't like this one bit.", the numinous blade mutters yet again, readying herself for this evil being that was -sure- to be around her as his spell had told.
[17:26] Storyweaver: It was here, it had to be here. The closer he drew to the pure tree the more it seemed like it was here. The man's magical shield flickered and hovered around him. That's when... an odor, came across. A smell most foul. A rotting smell, like... rotting meat? An aroma of death, in all it's dark glory. The smell was enough to turn ones nose or gag, for such odors are less than pleasant, especially when they are suddenly dealt with. ((Roll shadows for me both of you, pleaaase <3))
[17:27] Bradock rolls Dice (CC:bf60): 26, Shadows
[17:27] Ella Moraeu rolls Dice (CC:bf61): 9, Take a BATH shadeling! Shadows
[17:31] Storyweaver That aroma filled their noses, pungent and lovely. Mmmm, rotten meat.
[17:35] Bradock (Katarr) recoils at the sudden stench that was permeating throughout the area. It was not an unfamiliar smell, yet, one could never quite grow accustom to the odor of rotting meat. For all Bradock's bravado, he was not immune to the simplest things such as an overpowering odor. Any small appetite he may of had rapidly vanishes as his stomach muscles clench beneath his clothing. A single hand places over his stomach as he hunches over ever so slightly. With a mouth suddenly widening, he heaves, as saliva begins to salivate his mouth and drool onto the ground from his mouth being so wide open. And, by some grace of perhaps valeska himself, or the fact that he had not eaten lately, he manages to neither spit up or vomit. In a few moments of being exposed to the disgusting scent, he begins to anticipate the smell each time he inhales through his nostrils, making the smell far more manageable. Rising from his hunched position, the back of his hand wipes away any lingering drool as he gets he regains his composure.
[17:35] Bradock (Katarr): "Yeah... there's is definitely a Shadeling here." He claims with his eyes set upon the white tree - the only thing that particularly stood out in the surroundings.
[17:39] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her back against Bradock's in hope of at least avoiding a sneak attack by having eyes in all directions. Her head whipping left and right as golden eyes with a very good sight kept vigilant lookout for this ... thing. Nose wrinkling as she struggled to fight a gag reflex, more so the memories of the blight. "Ugghhh...", she grunts, almost dry heaving, herself holding the polearm with now only one hand as the other covered her mouth and nose in a valiant attempt to control herself and not just faint from the stench. After long moments of struggle she regains composure enough to just nod, even if he could not see, for she did not want to speak as it involved extra breathing and opening the mouth. She just readied herself instead.
[17:46] Storyweaver: As they discussed and tried to not gag valiantly like true adventurers, that was when... suddenly the ground near Bradock and where the white tree lay... it begun to shake! An explosion of dirt throwing up into the air as a inky black tendril, a mixture of vine and tentacle shot out! The area around them had drawn darker, noticeable now for the two. The tentacle whipped around, it stood about 5 feet in all it's glory. Large thorns danced along it's 'spine' and sides, a wicked thing it was. But before much else could be observed it thrashed through the air and attempted to slam into Bradock. ((Now I am going to ask you both to declare your damage and what spells/skill you use at the end of your posts even if you don't hit to make it easy
. Like for example. "Medium Damage: 2 points if successful." And please factor out your HP due to armor, magical shielding and IM it to me. <3 so I can tally! The tentacle is attempting to hit for Medium Damage: 2 point if successful.)
[17:47] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf62): 127, Gonna try and get that shield!
[17:49] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf63): 129, Reflex
[17:55] Bradock (Katarr) raises one foot and moves it forward to place it along the grassy area before him so he could approach the strange tree. It was the very MOMENT he had placed his foot along the ground beneath him and the grassy area beneath him would rustle - as if on cue. "Wha-?" It was just then the rumbling of the ground beneath his feet causes his eyes to widen. "Ella, move!" Leaping out of the way, the explosion of the spined tentacle would erupt from the earth as Bradock leaps to one side. The appendage just -barely- missing The Warden Ranger's face by less than an inch. "It's here!" Gripping the handle of his blade, he raises the longsword and uses his shifting momentum to swing at the tentacle in front of him in a wide horizontal arch slashing like motion. (( Large Weapon - 3 damage ))
[17:55] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf64): 147, Fighting
[17:56] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf65): 4, No, not sharp objects!
[17:57] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) hears and feels the ground shake, and hearing Bradock call out, -immediately- she whips around just in time to see the darkness and the thorny tentacle take a swipe at Bradock, Ella coughs, still struggling against the smell and everything but with a snarl steps to his side and takes a swing at the thing with her polearm, purely acting out of reflex action. ((Resist Evil, and Massive Weapon-Weapons Master- 4 Damage if successful))
[17:58] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf66): 34, Fighting Chop tentacle
[17:58] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf67): 153, What do I look like, calamari?!
[17:59] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((Total damage taken by the tentacle this round: 4 damage!))
[18:04] Storyweaver: The tendril is slashed across it's mid by Bradock! Causing a black ichor to seep out of the wound. The smell of rotten meat draws worse as it does so, mixing in an aroma of dying vines. This black substances rolls out of the tendril's injury and it flails around wildly, which it used to get out of the way of Ella. The spiny tentacle points it's 'head' where a single large thorn sits and it then begun to try and pile drive at... Ella! ((Medium Damage: 2 damage if successful!) It could be noticed that the area was drawing darker still around them, the trees surrounding them starting to wilt slightly. The pure white tree in the center's color starts to fade slightly and it's glow lessens.
[18:05] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf68): 22, Coming for you Ella. Tendril poke!
[18:06] Ella Moraeu rolls R7 (CC:bf69): 22, NO POKEY.
[18:11] Bradock (Katarr) feels his blade slice through the thick skin of the tentacle. The black seeping ooze through the creature's tentacle seems to not bother him, what does, is perhaps the smell of rotting meat emanating from the area once more. "Gah!" While the smell grows worse, as does Bradock's determination to destroy the Shadeling. Recovering from the last attack, the longsword raises high over the man's head as the end of the tentacle aims at Ella. The edged blade of the sword soon comes crashing down towards the extended tendril is slice at the anomaly once more - this time in a vertical fashion. (( Large Weapon: 3 Damage ))
[18:11] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf6c): 39, Fighting
[18:13] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf6d): 46, No, don't cut me. What have I done to deserve this?!
[18:15] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's swipe misses its mark and she grunts as the black ichor seeps out of the thing. "Grraahhh", she snarls and jumps aside attempting to avoid it and, trying to like.. flank the thing from the other side and bends to a side to avoid the piledriver tentacle. and from below, turns up the blade and in a hook like manner tries to chop off the thing once more (( Same. 4 damage if hit ))
[18:15] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf6e): 55, Fighting... DIE!
[18:15] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):55
[18:16] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf6f): 106, Y u gotta be so rude.
[18:20] Storyweaver: But before either could act, the tentacle swerved! Drawing it's self out more from the ground. It moved back around, like it could see both of them. And one of it's spiny thorny edges trying to line up with... Bradock's body or well his shield! ((Medium Damage: 2 points if successful.))
[18:20] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf70): 168, Whatchu gonna do when the tendril comes for you.
[18:21] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf71): 50, Reflex
[18:30] Bradock (Katarr) unfortunately, feels his blade slash nothing but air as the tentacle gets its swerve on and evades his attack. The sword instead, hits the ground with all the might intended for the tentacle and lands with a soft THUD as it cuts into the ground. Grunting it frustration, Bradock tugs at the handle of the sword so he could pull it free, an attempt which initially fails with how heavily it was stuck in the ground. It requires not only a second tug of the blade, but a conjuring of his might to pull it free from the lodged earth. As he was doing this though, he doesn't quite see the tentacle that not only swerved, but lashes out at him. The tentacle makes contact with the man, slashing at him and making a connection. Except, instead of a physical injury occuring, the shield that Bradock had casted upon his body reappears once more, absorbing the damage of the blow. Nevertheless, Brad staggers back as the shield flickers on and off, nearly draining it in one attack. Instead of attacking, Bradock's hand extends
[18:30] Bradock (Katarr): out as the magical energy of the shield reinforces itself to grow from a faint flicker, to a vibrant light once more that vanishes until needed once more. (( Battlemage: Reinforce Mage Shield for 2 ))
[18:32] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was now -extra- mad, she sees the tentacle hurt Bradock's shield as the magical light flickers and she straightens her body, metallic boots hopefully protecting her steps from the black evil blood and the mere presence of the being she was fighting -reaallyy- making her queasy but all that is further translated into an annoyed swing of her massive polearm at the base of the long slimy pokey tendril in hopes of just cutting it off... it -was- calamari in her eyes, evil oversized calamari. (( 4 damage if successful ))
[18:32] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf72): 135, chop chop again!
[18:33] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf73): 137, I didn't come here for a hair cut!
[18:40] Storyweaver The tendril slashed and made it's target, the force knocking the man downward. The nasty wicked thorns almost glinting in the lowered light, the tendril then, seemed to simply... but -barely- duck out Ella's way. The nasty abomination that dared crawl out of the earth reared back once more, doing a similar swiping motion as it tried to hit Ella with one of it's nasty thorn spine! ((Medium Damage: 2 points if successful! )) The trees were rotting more and more, the area which had looked so vibrant before now looking sickly. The sounds of their battle echoing back as the only sounds in the forest, or so it felt. The white tree draws darker still, becoming a gray shade, rather than it's pristine pure white. The glow it had been producing fading away entirely...
[18:40] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf74): 4, Let me love you Ella. D8
[18:41] Ella Moraeu rolls R7 (CC:bf75): 30, BAHAHA now THAT is love. <3
[18:45] Bradock (Katarr) | As the shield around Bradock reinforces itself, he lets forth a soft sigh of relief, thankful that his line of defense would still hold. He then, briefly glances towards the decaying nearby tree that seems to erode the entire area around him. A narrowing of his is preformed in a glaring motion as he turns his attention back onto the Tenedril. "Ella, that tree, I think it's the Shadeling. We need to cut down this thing down and get to it." The longsword held within Bradock's hands is once more unleashed at the tentacle in a wide horizontal arch just as it had been before to slash, specifically, at the wound he had inflicted earlier upon the tentacle. (( Large Weapon: 3 damage ))
[18:45] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf76): 108, Fighting
[18:46] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf77): 108, I brought a tendril to a knife fight. ;~;
[18:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) exclaims loudly "Gaaahhh" and ducks the bloody tendril and moved further forward, coughing and spitting to the earth as she felt queasy in approaching the tree as Bradock calls out. The darkness did not matter to the Aasimar, her eyes were blessed with good sight through that stuff, but the mere stench and the evil being making her struggle to not hurl even as she grasps the polearm with both hands to take yet another slash at the tentacle before she could reach the tree.
[18:50] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf78): 67, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
[18:52] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf79): 36, You rang?
[18:52] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((Ella hits for 4 damage!))
[19:01] Storyweaver: It dips and dives, it's quite agile for something that should be blind. Or so it seemed. The pole arm slashes into the tendril, causing yet another gruesome wound. The black ichor runs down more, and where it hits the ground... rot starts to appear, leaving the grass black stained and tary. After Bradock shouts another rumbling, as another tendril of similar length and size snakes out of the ground near where the white tree and the large tree to Bradock's right were. This one is completely intact and goes for Bradock! Trying to do that pile drive move! ((Medium damage, 2 points if successful!)) The tree draws darker, now a steely gray tone. It's branches wilting more so. The stench of rotten meat, and dying foliage is everywhere now. Black goop of composing branches drips and plops onto the adventurers below, possibly making it so that they indeed... are going to need a bath after this.
[19:01] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf7a): 70, Number 2, coming for you!
[19:02] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf7b): 96, Reflex
[19:06] Bradock (Katarr) was indeed doing to need a bath after this encounter, for he was going to smell of rotting meat and death. As the wily tentacle begins to seemingly drain of it's life before them. Both of Bradock's hands grip at the hilt of the blade. He then lowers the weapon and sets his eyes upon the wilting tree that was spreading the corrupting influence around the area. But, before he could charge it, another tentacle springs up just to his right. The Goddess must of -truly- been on his side tonight while fighting the evil creatures, for he manages to not only see it within his peripheral vision, but preform an easy juke like spin, allowing the creature to rush past him. And, just as it would, Bradock's sword raises within the air once more and slice downwards in a second vertical slash at the tentacle.
[19:07] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf7c): 159, Fighting
[19:11] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) watches as her scythe end cuts off that tentacle and lets out a held breathe before once more spitting to a side and straightening her back to raise the polearm back again, eyes on the tree as ANOTHER one takes a swipe at Bradock and he starts to swing at it. While he was dealing with that, Ella tries to sneak forward, sidestepping that tentacle to try and reach the tree to take a wide swing at its base, if in case Bradock's thought was right and it was the root cause of this vileness, it had to be chopped down!
[19:12] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf7e): 169, Tiiiimmbbeeerrrr
[19:17] Storyweaver: And just like that, the young sapling is easily sliced down. It's It's bark changes to a ruddy brown shade, akin to other oaks it's size. However, it does appear like the bark was indeed rotting and there is a blackness to the core of the tree, making a dark center. The slimy ooze of the rotting trees around them suddenly increases, the trees wilt entirely, causing their branches to hang heavily. The two tendrils... well one was slashed harshly by Bradock as he managed to get the upper hand, suddenly both retreat however, dashing as quickly as they could deep into the holes in the ground in which they came, not moving as fast as they had before and smearing that ichor along the way. The forest looks terrible, pools of rot are starting to bubble near by and gods that terrible aroma is still there.
[19:17] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stood in the brush. She had heard the clang of weapons hitting something, and took a break from her 'apple picking' to investigate. She crouched in the tall grass, eyes wide at the scene before her. The two humans appeared to be hacking at a tree. She gasped in horror, a small hand covering her red lips, and continued to watch the scene, brows now furrowed at the two humans in disgust.
[19:19] Gweyr rolls Dice (CC:bf7f): 27, hiding
[19:24] Bradock (Katarr) readies his sword once more and intently watches the tentacle before him, awaiting for the appendage to strike out at him. Instead though, it seems to retreat back within the earth that it came from, slinking down like a snake. Briefly Brad lowers his blade to turn towards Ella, who had sliced down the tree that was now oozing black blood from it. "From what Cedar and Cailean told us..." He mutters under his breath, scanning the immediate area around him that was covered by the black blood. "I don't think we've seen this thing's true form yet. Be careful, Ella, it could return at any moment..." So intent upon finding from where this wicked creature may strike from, that Bradock had not noticed the arrival of another to the scene.
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) coughs, doubling over clutching her stomach as her weakness breaks through the glamor. "Ugh...", grunting and coughing, she rises, still clasping a hand over her mouth while the other held her polearm, she turns to face Bradock with a nod, still slowly turning around as she tries to see in the gloomy and gross darkness. She brings her hand up from her mouth, closing her eyes for the briefest moment possible before opening them only to cup her palm to create a small ball of holy light hovering over her palm, the light able to illuminate a small area around them "It spawned from under the ground, watch out for the ichor... ", she steps around carefully, the second tentacle was not yet chopped off and it paid to be vigilant. She too does not see the figure... yet.
[19:36] Storyweaver: The now normal, save for the rot and the black core, young oak lays sprawl. Half it's 'body' laying on the ground while the other half is still in the earth from where Ella sliced it. Like a murder victim, it lays against the earth in a nearly peaceful manner. The forest is still oddly silent, not a crunch of branch nor swish of tail is heard... and then suddenly... a cackling..? A feminine cackle Something soft and eerie. It comes from above, in the heavy dying branches that are thick with leaves...
[19:41] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stood, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide, her other hand clenched into a fist. “Humans, attacking a Blessed Tree…” she grumbled under her breath. Gweyr was now grateful she was in a false form, as she was out-numbered. Perhaps the two ‘murderers’ would be as swift to chop at her branches, and try to kill her. The smell of the Ichor hadn’t even registered as of yet. Hearing the cackle, sounding much like her own, she gasped… could it be? Another Dryad? Gweyr began to pant heavily. She looked horrified, frightened, if the two rangers were to look over or approach, they would see it in her face, but obviously may not understand it was directed AT them, not the tree they had just destroyed.
[19:47] Bradock (Katarr) continues to watch the black ichor and the murdered tree before them that, he believed, was the Shadling in disguise - as if expecting for either the blood to react, or for the tree itself to spring to life all of a sudden. Despite how much he prepares himself for the inevitable continuation of the assault, he was not prepared for the eerie lagh that comes from over head. The sound sending a shiver up his spine and for goosebumps to appear along his skin. Bradock's head raises to glance into the trees over head. "Where's that coming from?" From looking from branch to branch to branch his eyes just so happen to fall onto the woman in the distance that was watching in horror. All of a sudden, his eyes began to wide in his own terror. His hand waves away back towards the woman, a continuous motion that was the tell-tale signal of 'go away' without him verbally saying such.
[19:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) hears the sound, even as she sees a faint feminine figure evidently terror stricken, through the darkness with her golden eyes and she first calls out in that direction, really not thinking twice, "Who is there? Go away!! Save yourself!", before the cackling becomes more evident and she coughs and with a struggle to breathe through the stench she sidles up to her husband and looks up, once more trying to do the whole Mr and Mrs Smith kinda back to back posture thing despite the wings, as one hand still held the ball of light and another held her polearm, neck bent as she looks up finally "The.. the branches... ", she answers him.
[19:50] Chione (Bokystroki) is online.
[19:50] Storyweaver: And that was when, it came forward from the branches of the taller tree above the two. What was seemingly a humanoid head and torso, the color of ink black and what appeared to be tree like indents in her skin, save for the tendrils that shot off from her body came into view from the branches above. A dryad? It appeared so, but she was far more demonic looking. On her stomach, a massive maw with jagged teeth. She had no nipples or visible genitalia, nor legs instead two dirt-stained tendrils that she had been using to attack with or so it seemed when the tentacle vine numb rested, and still 'bleed'. These were far longer than they had appeared in the ground... Her stomach's maw, was in a sinister grin as was the smaller mouth upon her face, displaying matching teeth. Her golden eyes had mirth in them, her head twisting as her devil's smile. She then spoke in a broken voice, that felt like nails upon a chalkboard mixed with glass, a voice that did not speak common if it rarely did. "Thank." Th
[19:50] Storyweaver: sync as it gave that terrible nightmare grin, hissing lightly with the holy light from Ella.
[20:00] Bradock (Katarr) | Once the branches of the trees begin to break from above him, Bradock swiftly turns his attention to glance up onto the creature that was descending upon them. "Gods..." And for a moment, Bradock takes a few steps back from the evil being, hand around the hilt of his blade. It takes him a moment to look upon the creature, to absorb the evil that radiating from it, for the Battlemage to steel his nerves. Swiftly inhaling, his chest rises as he releases it in a soft sigh - that putrid stench ignored in the wake of the being. Conjuring what strength he could, Bradock rushes at the creature before them, and, in a diagonal upwards slash, aims the edge of his blade at its waist.
[20:00] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf80): 143, Fighting
[20:00] Bradock (Katarr): (( Large weapon: 3 damage ))
[20:01] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf81): 139, NO STABBY STABBY
[20:03] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stumbled back. She dropped the apple in her hand, and as it hit the ground below her, it vanished. It was just a glamour; a simple rouse to help her false form look more believable. Watching what appeared to be another dryad, although much larger and seemingly more powerful that Gweyr, it confirmed her worst fear. She stood there, angry, horrified, yet helpless. She looked over the two humans, studying their faces and features. She wasn’t able to defend what she thought was her kin right now, but she could plot revenge at a letter time. Her eyes welled with tears, she lowered her head. She stepped back, as the male motioned for her to get away, but didn’t leave.. she needed to see what was happening, and get a better idea of who the humans were.
[20:05] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) is momentarily transfixed at the sight of -pure- evil. She narrows her eyes, breathing in struggles as she begins to chant an incantation armed and ready yet, but steps to a side to take flight for more accessible distance if necessary and focuses on the demonic dryad as she begins charging some evocation magic. (1/2)
[20:10] Storyweaver: As he lunges into the creature, perhaps it's bravado left it unprepared. The blade makes it course, plunging into the creature's belly. (Not the maw) The sword is stained by this point and the direct hit caused a layer of ichor to slide down the blade. ((Bradock roll a Resolve check for me.
)) The creature just let out a cackle of a laugh as it drew backwards... and it... The two tendrils that it used to move suddenly lash outwards to other trees and branches, and much like some sort of nightmare monstrosity, this hell dyrad or whatever it was... lunged forward using the tendrils to swing from tree to tree, leaving a icky black trail behind it. It was oddly graceful... but it was bleeding heavily as it moved.
[20:11] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf82): 150, Resolve
[20:18] Bradock (Katarr) draws his blade back as it connects with the creature as intended. He tosses the briefest of glances over his shoulder towards both Gweyr and Ella - the later seeming to be channeling a spell of some sort. "Ella, I need a few minutes, Keep this thing off of me!" And, just as suddenly as Bradock says this, he raises his sword and sticks it within the ground, resisting the shade rot that may of attempted to creep upon his hand. Whatever this creature was trying to do, it fleeing was not an option, for it had lost far more than enough blood for the Battlemage to cast his spell and follow it once more. Now though, both of Brad's hands come together, cupping as he mutters an enchant under his breath that, seems to take no physical affect as of yet. (( Banishment 1/3 ))
[20:22] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) sees the tainted ichor and the way in which it crept near Bradock, hissing in anger and just pure disgust, Ella takes flight, putting her was already focused on the dryad thing, her flame bolt charged and ready as she just finally decides that being near that black stuff was just not sensible, and as it swung from tree to tree like a monkey, she yells "Aaaaggghh", and just points the hand holding the ball of light, which now vanishes and is replaced by a sparkling ball of yellow flames that just fwooshes right in the helldryad's direction as it moved. (( medium damage flame bolt ))
[20:22] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf83): 168, FIYAAAHH
[20:23] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf84): 27, NOOOOO.
[20:32] Storyweaver: This terrible creature slammed into once of the branches, it's grace was lessing but it was moving. The black tar substance smearing across the branch as the creature, but alas it was just enough when. The flaming fire ball was thrown by Ella causing the creature to erupt into flame. A scream, a horrid murderous one that hurt the ears as the creature liquidated as it burned. It thrashed it's tendrils around as it tried to stamp out the flame, but alas... but alas. It only made it worse. Ihe tree it was attached was coated with the black substance as it clung on and violently slapped the flames... spreading them ot the tree it's self. The sight was horrible, like watching a woman being burnt alive but also melting, her features elongating and twisting as she fell apart in darkness. Nightmare fuel? Why yes, like something out of the depths of the abyss. The smell of burning rotting flesh and vine hitting the air as the creature fell apart, melting like some sort of black candle. Pools of the bl
[20:33] Storyweaver: was once the creatures body seeped around the now black tree as did large shiny black thorns from the creature's body, the only solid thing that did remain from this graphic display. The dried and dying leaves of the once healthy tree, going up in flames... the smell of fire and the orange substance clearly seen as it begun to burn. It would be noted that oddly silent sounds of the forest resumed with the gentle crackling of flame above.
[20:33] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): Pools of the black ichor that was once*
[20:40] Bradock (Katarr) continues to channel his spell within his two hands, a bright golden light appearing between his hands as a bright glow engulfs them. His eyes continue to train upon the creature that was rushing away until Ella's flamebolt connects. And in response, the creatures fall to the ground in a sickening death that consumes it. Any other being, the sight would of been saddening to witness. Yet, even as it seems to die before them, Bradock nevertheless continues channeling his banishment spell - whether it was dead or not, it surely wouldn't hurt to attempt to banish whatever evil was within the area - to ensure it would not return. (( Banishment 2/3)
[20:45] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) narrows her eyes, struggling to stay aloft in the air as the nasty creature -melts- and falls to certain death, the sight only making her more queasy as she lands on the ground shakily, convulsing and dropping her blade, bending to a side as she retches, out of sheer disgust and anger. The being was vanquished did not mean it was all over, there were surely more around. She struggles, as bile rises from her belly and just spews out of her mouth onto the already disgusting area. For now too weakened and annoyed at the whole episode, she stood aside trying to regain composure as Bradock continued his banishment.
[20:47] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) became weak in the knees, and fell to the ground. She would let out a cry of her own as the once graceful creature was set a flame, and erupted and liquefied. She wept in her hands. The Blessed Tree, much like herself had been brutally murdered; her branches cut, her body bleeding and burning. The stench of Death filled the air. She coughed, the scent of her murdered kin filled her nostrils. She watched as Bradock finished his banishment spell, helpless to save her fellow Dryad. It was too late.
[20:49] Storyweaver: The inky tar drips down the trees, the wind picks up again... a faint chill on the breeze and then... it begun to rain, a flickering wet substance from the skies about which stopped the flaming tree, letting it quell. But the heavens above did not stop, the rolling sound of thunder could be heard and a flash of lightning dashed across the sky. Though the darkness in the area seemed to lessen some. The chirping sound of cicadas can be faintly heard... as if all was peaceful despite the violent scene surrounding them, or least that showed the terrible battle that had occurred here.
[20:57] Bradock (Katarr) | As Bradock's spell comes to fruition, the golden light of the Battlemage's hand extends, palm facing outwards so that the bright golden light could suddenly shoot out at what remnants remained of the shadeling. And if the golden light would successfully do its job, it would eventually, engulf what was physically left of the being with its golden magic in a glowing aura. And, if successful, this aura would begin to dissolve any physical remains of the demons and send it back to whatever realm which it came, until the light itself would fade as well with the remains. Regardless of the result, a long drawn out sigh comes from the male, body visible relaxing. "Fire in a forest was perhaps not your brightest idea, love. But, hell of a good job." He manages with a grin aimed at Ella. Despite his good mood, it was quite apparent that Bradock was drained.
[21:01] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her palm on her knees and she was bent, her blade lying on the ground beside her as she struggles to stand straight and she shakes her head, breathing heavily and completely tired as she points up to the sky shakily "Rain... ", she mutters and watches as the last of the spell envelopes the remaining of whatever was there of the shadeling and she finaly weakly lifts up her blade and uses it as a walking stick sort of support to lean on it for a moment as she tried to glamor herself back again and the wings shimmer as she trembles in the effort. "Let... let us leave this place..."
[21:06] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) would look to the heavens as the rain poured down, The earth too, it seemed was weeping for the lost soul. Gweyr’s dark hair would stick to her pale face, the water would soak her skin and robes, masking her tears. She would stand, a hand placed on her heart as it ached. She would look out to the two humans, eyes wide, mouth agape. She wanted -no- she needed to know what had happened, and why.. but was at a loss for words. She stood there, as the rain washed over her, with a look of pure horror on her face.
[21:12] Bradock (Katarr) plucks the sword that had been plunged into the ground earlier and raises it so that he could sheathe the weapon over his back. His head raises, small droplets peck his face before turning to nod in agreement with Ella. But, instead of leaving, he would address the - seemingly - human woman in the distance. "You're okay, right? You didn't happen to touch any of the blood or get hit by anything did you?" Though, he didn't exactly give her time to respond, for his arm raises so that he could wave the woman to follow her and Ella. "We're heading back to Warden's Keep. Come with us, please. I'd like to make sure you're okay."
[21:13] Storyweaver: The remains of the shadling was removed, banished in the glowing light of Bradock. The tree, though rotton, now only had it's more natural rot. The pools had been taken away, save again for the natural vegetation rot. The poor tree still was left, chopped apart on the ground. The rain sprinkled down below, the thunder booming off in the distance, but the storm must have been going another way for as quickly as the heavens opened... they closed. Perhaps a sign from the goddess or a random chance of fate. ((And with that, I am going to bounce! I hope you all had fun. <3))
[16:58] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) follows Bradock, eyes vigilant as always though she was somewhat noisy, armor clanking and all, never good in the forests but, well she was what she was! She knew he had used the ichor to pin point a location, and as much as the vial made her uncomfortable, she grimaces, crouching as she moved behind him, trying to be even remotely inconspicuous. Nodding as he spoke, she sees him arm himself and does so herself as well, reaching behind her to pull free the polearm and hold it ready for no matter what. She does mumble in a low voice back to him either way. "Shield yourself", for being a battlemage he was not armored as well as her, as far as was her understanding.
[17:06] Storyweaver: The area was... actually oddly pure seeming, if anything a sense of calm could be felt as one entered the area. There was a fading white light from a pure white young oak that rested among the others taller trees. These trees, and other plantlife, were heavy will foliage in this area or quite thick compared to the rest of the forest. As if the dying summer's heat and demanding sun meant nothing. Though definitely, by the spell in his system... it was saying here? Right near where the white tree was. This thick wooded area was oddly quiet however, not a chirp nor a squeak nor a twitch or snapping of branch. The cicadas of the island were not singing their afternoon song, which was a tad strange.
[17:08] Ella Moraeu rolls R1 (CC:bf59): 88, What lies ahead?
[17:08] Bradock rolls Dice (CC:bf5a): 79, Huntsman
[17:14] Storyweaver Everything seemed utterly normal, other than the strange quiet of the forest and the white tree nearby. The wind pushes it ways through, causing the branches to sway in a lazy fashion
[17:16] Bradock (Katarr) cautiously enters the forested area, his eyes still constantly scanning the area around him. The offset sounds of nature and the pureness of the surroundings seems to cause what was a hint of doubt within the male. "What? I am positive I did the spell right, it should be right here...." The Warden Ranger draws ever closer towards the white tree, the handle of his long sword gripped with one hand as he rests it over his shoulder. As Ella calls out to him regarding his shield, a small nod is tossed over his shoulder. Soon, with an incantation being mumbled under his breath, a light shield made of a clear purple light envelops around Bradock only to vanish just as soon as it came, only to visibly reappear and wrap around the man's body when needed to reinforce his leather armor when needed. (( Mage Shield, Rank 6 ))
[17:20] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) looks around, at the eerie calm and the thick forest, the swaying branches and all. The silence seemed to bother her and she was admittedly a tiny bit confused. "This... seems oddly calm to me", she mutters, still having her weapon drawn and she turns around, her back facing Bradock's back, while she tries to get a three sixty view between the both of them. "I don't like this one bit.", the numinous blade mutters yet again, readying herself for this evil being that was -sure- to be around her as his spell had told.
[17:26] Storyweaver: It was here, it had to be here. The closer he drew to the pure tree the more it seemed like it was here. The man's magical shield flickered and hovered around him. That's when... an odor, came across. A smell most foul. A rotting smell, like... rotting meat? An aroma of death, in all it's dark glory. The smell was enough to turn ones nose or gag, for such odors are less than pleasant, especially when they are suddenly dealt with. ((Roll shadows for me both of you, pleaaase <3))
[17:27] Bradock rolls Dice (CC:bf60): 26, Shadows
[17:27] Ella Moraeu rolls Dice (CC:bf61): 9, Take a BATH shadeling! Shadows
[17:31] Storyweaver That aroma filled their noses, pungent and lovely. Mmmm, rotten meat.
[17:35] Bradock (Katarr) recoils at the sudden stench that was permeating throughout the area. It was not an unfamiliar smell, yet, one could never quite grow accustom to the odor of rotting meat. For all Bradock's bravado, he was not immune to the simplest things such as an overpowering odor. Any small appetite he may of had rapidly vanishes as his stomach muscles clench beneath his clothing. A single hand places over his stomach as he hunches over ever so slightly. With a mouth suddenly widening, he heaves, as saliva begins to salivate his mouth and drool onto the ground from his mouth being so wide open. And, by some grace of perhaps valeska himself, or the fact that he had not eaten lately, he manages to neither spit up or vomit. In a few moments of being exposed to the disgusting scent, he begins to anticipate the smell each time he inhales through his nostrils, making the smell far more manageable. Rising from his hunched position, the back of his hand wipes away any lingering drool as he gets he regains his composure.
[17:35] Bradock (Katarr): "Yeah... there's is definitely a Shadeling here." He claims with his eyes set upon the white tree - the only thing that particularly stood out in the surroundings.
[17:39] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her back against Bradock's in hope of at least avoiding a sneak attack by having eyes in all directions. Her head whipping left and right as golden eyes with a very good sight kept vigilant lookout for this ... thing. Nose wrinkling as she struggled to fight a gag reflex, more so the memories of the blight. "Ugghhh...", she grunts, almost dry heaving, herself holding the polearm with now only one hand as the other covered her mouth and nose in a valiant attempt to control herself and not just faint from the stench. After long moments of struggle she regains composure enough to just nod, even if he could not see, for she did not want to speak as it involved extra breathing and opening the mouth. She just readied herself instead.
[17:46] Storyweaver: As they discussed and tried to not gag valiantly like true adventurers, that was when... suddenly the ground near Bradock and where the white tree lay... it begun to shake! An explosion of dirt throwing up into the air as a inky black tendril, a mixture of vine and tentacle shot out! The area around them had drawn darker, noticeable now for the two. The tentacle whipped around, it stood about 5 feet in all it's glory. Large thorns danced along it's 'spine' and sides, a wicked thing it was. But before much else could be observed it thrashed through the air and attempted to slam into Bradock. ((Now I am going to ask you both to declare your damage and what spells/skill you use at the end of your posts even if you don't hit to make it easy
. Like for example. "Medium Damage: 2 points if successful." And please factor out your HP due to armor, magical shielding and IM it to me. <3 so I can tally! The tentacle is attempting to hit for Medium Damage: 2 point if successful.)[17:47] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf62): 127, Gonna try and get that shield!
[17:49] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf63): 129, Reflex
[17:55] Bradock (Katarr) raises one foot and moves it forward to place it along the grassy area before him so he could approach the strange tree. It was the very MOMENT he had placed his foot along the ground beneath him and the grassy area beneath him would rustle - as if on cue. "Wha-?" It was just then the rumbling of the ground beneath his feet causes his eyes to widen. "Ella, move!" Leaping out of the way, the explosion of the spined tentacle would erupt from the earth as Bradock leaps to one side. The appendage just -barely- missing The Warden Ranger's face by less than an inch. "It's here!" Gripping the handle of his blade, he raises the longsword and uses his shifting momentum to swing at the tentacle in front of him in a wide horizontal arch slashing like motion. (( Large Weapon - 3 damage ))
[17:55] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf64): 147, Fighting
[17:56] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf65): 4, No, not sharp objects!
[17:57] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) hears and feels the ground shake, and hearing Bradock call out, -immediately- she whips around just in time to see the darkness and the thorny tentacle take a swipe at Bradock, Ella coughs, still struggling against the smell and everything but with a snarl steps to his side and takes a swing at the thing with her polearm, purely acting out of reflex action. ((Resist Evil, and Massive Weapon-Weapons Master- 4 Damage if successful))
[17:58] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf66): 34, Fighting Chop tentacle
[17:58] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf67): 153, What do I look like, calamari?!
[17:59] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((Total damage taken by the tentacle this round: 4 damage!))
[18:04] Storyweaver: The tendril is slashed across it's mid by Bradock! Causing a black ichor to seep out of the wound. The smell of rotten meat draws worse as it does so, mixing in an aroma of dying vines. This black substances rolls out of the tendril's injury and it flails around wildly, which it used to get out of the way of Ella. The spiny tentacle points it's 'head' where a single large thorn sits and it then begun to try and pile drive at... Ella! ((Medium Damage: 2 damage if successful!) It could be noticed that the area was drawing darker still around them, the trees surrounding them starting to wilt slightly. The pure white tree in the center's color starts to fade slightly and it's glow lessens.
[18:05] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf68): 22, Coming for you Ella. Tendril poke!
[18:06] Ella Moraeu rolls R7 (CC:bf69): 22, NO POKEY.
[18:11] Bradock (Katarr) feels his blade slice through the thick skin of the tentacle. The black seeping ooze through the creature's tentacle seems to not bother him, what does, is perhaps the smell of rotting meat emanating from the area once more. "Gah!" While the smell grows worse, as does Bradock's determination to destroy the Shadeling. Recovering from the last attack, the longsword raises high over the man's head as the end of the tentacle aims at Ella. The edged blade of the sword soon comes crashing down towards the extended tendril is slice at the anomaly once more - this time in a vertical fashion. (( Large Weapon: 3 Damage ))
[18:11] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf6c): 39, Fighting
[18:13] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf6d): 46, No, don't cut me. What have I done to deserve this?!
[18:15] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) 's swipe misses its mark and she grunts as the black ichor seeps out of the thing. "Grraahhh", she snarls and jumps aside attempting to avoid it and, trying to like.. flank the thing from the other side and bends to a side to avoid the piledriver tentacle. and from below, turns up the blade and in a hook like manner tries to chop off the thing once more (( Same. 4 damage if hit ))
[18:15] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf6e): 55, Fighting... DIE!
[18:15] Prohawk HUD: Rolled R8: (1-180):55
[18:16] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf6f): 106, Y u gotta be so rude.
[18:20] Storyweaver: But before either could act, the tentacle swerved! Drawing it's self out more from the ground. It moved back around, like it could see both of them. And one of it's spiny thorny edges trying to line up with... Bradock's body or well his shield! ((Medium Damage: 2 points if successful.))
[18:20] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf70): 168, Whatchu gonna do when the tendril comes for you.
[18:21] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf71): 50, Reflex
[18:30] Bradock (Katarr) unfortunately, feels his blade slash nothing but air as the tentacle gets its swerve on and evades his attack. The sword instead, hits the ground with all the might intended for the tentacle and lands with a soft THUD as it cuts into the ground. Grunting it frustration, Bradock tugs at the handle of the sword so he could pull it free, an attempt which initially fails with how heavily it was stuck in the ground. It requires not only a second tug of the blade, but a conjuring of his might to pull it free from the lodged earth. As he was doing this though, he doesn't quite see the tentacle that not only swerved, but lashes out at him. The tentacle makes contact with the man, slashing at him and making a connection. Except, instead of a physical injury occuring, the shield that Bradock had casted upon his body reappears once more, absorbing the damage of the blow. Nevertheless, Brad staggers back as the shield flickers on and off, nearly draining it in one attack. Instead of attacking, Bradock's hand extends
[18:30] Bradock (Katarr): out as the magical energy of the shield reinforces itself to grow from a faint flicker, to a vibrant light once more that vanishes until needed once more. (( Battlemage: Reinforce Mage Shield for 2 ))
[18:32] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was now -extra- mad, she sees the tentacle hurt Bradock's shield as the magical light flickers and she straightens her body, metallic boots hopefully protecting her steps from the black evil blood and the mere presence of the being she was fighting -reaallyy- making her queasy but all that is further translated into an annoyed swing of her massive polearm at the base of the long slimy pokey tendril in hopes of just cutting it off... it -was- calamari in her eyes, evil oversized calamari. (( 4 damage if successful ))
[18:32] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf72): 135, chop chop again!
[18:33] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf73): 137, I didn't come here for a hair cut!
[18:40] Storyweaver The tendril slashed and made it's target, the force knocking the man downward. The nasty wicked thorns almost glinting in the lowered light, the tendril then, seemed to simply... but -barely- duck out Ella's way. The nasty abomination that dared crawl out of the earth reared back once more, doing a similar swiping motion as it tried to hit Ella with one of it's nasty thorn spine! ((Medium Damage: 2 points if successful! )) The trees were rotting more and more, the area which had looked so vibrant before now looking sickly. The sounds of their battle echoing back as the only sounds in the forest, or so it felt. The white tree draws darker still, becoming a gray shade, rather than it's pristine pure white. The glow it had been producing fading away entirely...
[18:40] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf74): 4, Let me love you Ella. D8
[18:41] Ella Moraeu rolls R7 (CC:bf75): 30, BAHAHA now THAT is love. <3
[18:45] Bradock (Katarr) | As the shield around Bradock reinforces itself, he lets forth a soft sigh of relief, thankful that his line of defense would still hold. He then, briefly glances towards the decaying nearby tree that seems to erode the entire area around him. A narrowing of his is preformed in a glaring motion as he turns his attention back onto the Tenedril. "Ella, that tree, I think it's the Shadeling. We need to cut down this thing down and get to it." The longsword held within Bradock's hands is once more unleashed at the tentacle in a wide horizontal arch just as it had been before to slash, specifically, at the wound he had inflicted earlier upon the tentacle. (( Large Weapon: 3 damage ))
[18:45] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf76): 108, Fighting
[18:46] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf77): 108, I brought a tendril to a knife fight. ;~;
[18:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) exclaims loudly "Gaaahhh" and ducks the bloody tendril and moved further forward, coughing and spitting to the earth as she felt queasy in approaching the tree as Bradock calls out. The darkness did not matter to the Aasimar, her eyes were blessed with good sight through that stuff, but the mere stench and the evil being making her struggle to not hurl even as she grasps the polearm with both hands to take yet another slash at the tentacle before she could reach the tree.
[18:50] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf78): 67, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
[18:52] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf79): 36, You rang?
[18:52] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): ((Ella hits for 4 damage!))
[19:01] Storyweaver: It dips and dives, it's quite agile for something that should be blind. Or so it seemed. The pole arm slashes into the tendril, causing yet another gruesome wound. The black ichor runs down more, and where it hits the ground... rot starts to appear, leaving the grass black stained and tary. After Bradock shouts another rumbling, as another tendril of similar length and size snakes out of the ground near where the white tree and the large tree to Bradock's right were. This one is completely intact and goes for Bradock! Trying to do that pile drive move! ((Medium damage, 2 points if successful!)) The tree draws darker, now a steely gray tone. It's branches wilting more so. The stench of rotten meat, and dying foliage is everywhere now. Black goop of composing branches drips and plops onto the adventurers below, possibly making it so that they indeed... are going to need a bath after this.
[19:01] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf7a): 70, Number 2, coming for you!
[19:02] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf7b): 96, Reflex
[19:06] Bradock (Katarr) was indeed doing to need a bath after this encounter, for he was going to smell of rotting meat and death. As the wily tentacle begins to seemingly drain of it's life before them. Both of Bradock's hands grip at the hilt of the blade. He then lowers the weapon and sets his eyes upon the wilting tree that was spreading the corrupting influence around the area. But, before he could charge it, another tentacle springs up just to his right. The Goddess must of -truly- been on his side tonight while fighting the evil creatures, for he manages to not only see it within his peripheral vision, but preform an easy juke like spin, allowing the creature to rush past him. And, just as it would, Bradock's sword raises within the air once more and slice downwards in a second vertical slash at the tentacle.
[19:07] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf7c): 159, Fighting
[19:11] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) watches as her scythe end cuts off that tentacle and lets out a held breathe before once more spitting to a side and straightening her back to raise the polearm back again, eyes on the tree as ANOTHER one takes a swipe at Bradock and he starts to swing at it. While he was dealing with that, Ella tries to sneak forward, sidestepping that tentacle to try and reach the tree to take a wide swing at its base, if in case Bradock's thought was right and it was the root cause of this vileness, it had to be chopped down!
[19:12] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf7e): 169, Tiiiimmbbeeerrrr
[19:17] Storyweaver: And just like that, the young sapling is easily sliced down. It's It's bark changes to a ruddy brown shade, akin to other oaks it's size. However, it does appear like the bark was indeed rotting and there is a blackness to the core of the tree, making a dark center. The slimy ooze of the rotting trees around them suddenly increases, the trees wilt entirely, causing their branches to hang heavily. The two tendrils... well one was slashed harshly by Bradock as he managed to get the upper hand, suddenly both retreat however, dashing as quickly as they could deep into the holes in the ground in which they came, not moving as fast as they had before and smearing that ichor along the way. The forest looks terrible, pools of rot are starting to bubble near by and gods that terrible aroma is still there.
[19:17] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stood in the brush. She had heard the clang of weapons hitting something, and took a break from her 'apple picking' to investigate. She crouched in the tall grass, eyes wide at the scene before her. The two humans appeared to be hacking at a tree. She gasped in horror, a small hand covering her red lips, and continued to watch the scene, brows now furrowed at the two humans in disgust.
[19:19] Gweyr rolls Dice (CC:bf7f): 27, hiding
[19:24] Bradock (Katarr) readies his sword once more and intently watches the tentacle before him, awaiting for the appendage to strike out at him. Instead though, it seems to retreat back within the earth that it came from, slinking down like a snake. Briefly Brad lowers his blade to turn towards Ella, who had sliced down the tree that was now oozing black blood from it. "From what Cedar and Cailean told us..." He mutters under his breath, scanning the immediate area around him that was covered by the black blood. "I don't think we've seen this thing's true form yet. Be careful, Ella, it could return at any moment..." So intent upon finding from where this wicked creature may strike from, that Bradock had not noticed the arrival of another to the scene.
[19:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) coughs, doubling over clutching her stomach as her weakness breaks through the glamor. "Ugh...", grunting and coughing, she rises, still clasping a hand over her mouth while the other held her polearm, she turns to face Bradock with a nod, still slowly turning around as she tries to see in the gloomy and gross darkness. She brings her hand up from her mouth, closing her eyes for the briefest moment possible before opening them only to cup her palm to create a small ball of holy light hovering over her palm, the light able to illuminate a small area around them "It spawned from under the ground, watch out for the ichor... ", she steps around carefully, the second tentacle was not yet chopped off and it paid to be vigilant. She too does not see the figure... yet.
[19:36] Storyweaver: The now normal, save for the rot and the black core, young oak lays sprawl. Half it's 'body' laying on the ground while the other half is still in the earth from where Ella sliced it. Like a murder victim, it lays against the earth in a nearly peaceful manner. The forest is still oddly silent, not a crunch of branch nor swish of tail is heard... and then suddenly... a cackling..? A feminine cackle Something soft and eerie. It comes from above, in the heavy dying branches that are thick with leaves...
[19:41] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stood, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide, her other hand clenched into a fist. “Humans, attacking a Blessed Tree…” she grumbled under her breath. Gweyr was now grateful she was in a false form, as she was out-numbered. Perhaps the two ‘murderers’ would be as swift to chop at her branches, and try to kill her. The smell of the Ichor hadn’t even registered as of yet. Hearing the cackle, sounding much like her own, she gasped… could it be? Another Dryad? Gweyr began to pant heavily. She looked horrified, frightened, if the two rangers were to look over or approach, they would see it in her face, but obviously may not understand it was directed AT them, not the tree they had just destroyed.
[19:47] Bradock (Katarr) continues to watch the black ichor and the murdered tree before them that, he believed, was the Shadling in disguise - as if expecting for either the blood to react, or for the tree itself to spring to life all of a sudden. Despite how much he prepares himself for the inevitable continuation of the assault, he was not prepared for the eerie lagh that comes from over head. The sound sending a shiver up his spine and for goosebumps to appear along his skin. Bradock's head raises to glance into the trees over head. "Where's that coming from?" From looking from branch to branch to branch his eyes just so happen to fall onto the woman in the distance that was watching in horror. All of a sudden, his eyes began to wide in his own terror. His hand waves away back towards the woman, a continuous motion that was the tell-tale signal of 'go away' without him verbally saying such.
[19:50] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) hears the sound, even as she sees a faint feminine figure evidently terror stricken, through the darkness with her golden eyes and she first calls out in that direction, really not thinking twice, "Who is there? Go away!! Save yourself!", before the cackling becomes more evident and she coughs and with a struggle to breathe through the stench she sidles up to her husband and looks up, once more trying to do the whole Mr and Mrs Smith kinda back to back posture thing despite the wings, as one hand still held the ball of light and another held her polearm, neck bent as she looks up finally "The.. the branches... ", she answers him.
[19:50] Chione (Bokystroki) is online.
[19:50] Storyweaver: And that was when, it came forward from the branches of the taller tree above the two. What was seemingly a humanoid head and torso, the color of ink black and what appeared to be tree like indents in her skin, save for the tendrils that shot off from her body came into view from the branches above. A dryad? It appeared so, but she was far more demonic looking. On her stomach, a massive maw with jagged teeth. She had no nipples or visible genitalia, nor legs instead two dirt-stained tendrils that she had been using to attack with or so it seemed when the tentacle vine numb rested, and still 'bleed'. These were far longer than they had appeared in the ground... Her stomach's maw, was in a sinister grin as was the smaller mouth upon her face, displaying matching teeth. Her golden eyes had mirth in them, her head twisting as her devil's smile. She then spoke in a broken voice, that felt like nails upon a chalkboard mixed with glass, a voice that did not speak common if it rarely did. "Thank." Th
[19:50] Storyweaver: sync as it gave that terrible nightmare grin, hissing lightly with the holy light from Ella.
[20:00] Bradock (Katarr) | Once the branches of the trees begin to break from above him, Bradock swiftly turns his attention to glance up onto the creature that was descending upon them. "Gods..." And for a moment, Bradock takes a few steps back from the evil being, hand around the hilt of his blade. It takes him a moment to look upon the creature, to absorb the evil that radiating from it, for the Battlemage to steel his nerves. Swiftly inhaling, his chest rises as he releases it in a soft sigh - that putrid stench ignored in the wake of the being. Conjuring what strength he could, Bradock rushes at the creature before them, and, in a diagonal upwards slash, aims the edge of his blade at its waist.
[20:00] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bf80): 143, Fighting
[20:00] Bradock (Katarr): (( Large weapon: 3 damage ))
[20:01] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf81): 139, NO STABBY STABBY
[20:03] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) stumbled back. She dropped the apple in her hand, and as it hit the ground below her, it vanished. It was just a glamour; a simple rouse to help her false form look more believable. Watching what appeared to be another dryad, although much larger and seemingly more powerful that Gweyr, it confirmed her worst fear. She stood there, angry, horrified, yet helpless. She looked over the two humans, studying their faces and features. She wasn’t able to defend what she thought was her kin right now, but she could plot revenge at a letter time. Her eyes welled with tears, she lowered her head. She stepped back, as the male motioned for her to get away, but didn’t leave.. she needed to see what was happening, and get a better idea of who the humans were.
[20:05] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) is momentarily transfixed at the sight of -pure- evil. She narrows her eyes, breathing in struggles as she begins to chant an incantation armed and ready yet, but steps to a side to take flight for more accessible distance if necessary and focuses on the demonic dryad as she begins charging some evocation magic. (1/2)
[20:10] Storyweaver: As he lunges into the creature, perhaps it's bravado left it unprepared. The blade makes it course, plunging into the creature's belly. (Not the maw) The sword is stained by this point and the direct hit caused a layer of ichor to slide down the blade. ((Bradock roll a Resolve check for me.
)) The creature just let out a cackle of a laugh as it drew backwards... and it... The two tendrils that it used to move suddenly lash outwards to other trees and branches, and much like some sort of nightmare monstrosity, this hell dyrad or whatever it was... lunged forward using the tendrils to swing from tree to tree, leaving a icky black trail behind it. It was oddly graceful... but it was bleeding heavily as it moved.[20:11] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bf82): 150, Resolve
[20:18] Bradock (Katarr) draws his blade back as it connects with the creature as intended. He tosses the briefest of glances over his shoulder towards both Gweyr and Ella - the later seeming to be channeling a spell of some sort. "Ella, I need a few minutes, Keep this thing off of me!" And, just as suddenly as Bradock says this, he raises his sword and sticks it within the ground, resisting the shade rot that may of attempted to creep upon his hand. Whatever this creature was trying to do, it fleeing was not an option, for it had lost far more than enough blood for the Battlemage to cast his spell and follow it once more. Now though, both of Brad's hands come together, cupping as he mutters an enchant under his breath that, seems to take no physical affect as of yet. (( Banishment 1/3 ))
[20:22] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) sees the tainted ichor and the way in which it crept near Bradock, hissing in anger and just pure disgust, Ella takes flight, putting her was already focused on the dryad thing, her flame bolt charged and ready as she just finally decides that being near that black stuff was just not sensible, and as it swung from tree to tree like a monkey, she yells "Aaaaggghh", and just points the hand holding the ball of light, which now vanishes and is replaced by a sparkling ball of yellow flames that just fwooshes right in the helldryad's direction as it moved. (( medium damage flame bolt ))
[20:22] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bf83): 168, FIYAAAHH
[20:23] Storyweaver rolls R7 (CC:bf84): 27, NOOOOO.
[20:32] Storyweaver: This terrible creature slammed into once of the branches, it's grace was lessing but it was moving. The black tar substance smearing across the branch as the creature, but alas it was just enough when. The flaming fire ball was thrown by Ella causing the creature to erupt into flame. A scream, a horrid murderous one that hurt the ears as the creature liquidated as it burned. It thrashed it's tendrils around as it tried to stamp out the flame, but alas... but alas. It only made it worse. Ihe tree it was attached was coated with the black substance as it clung on and violently slapped the flames... spreading them ot the tree it's self. The sight was horrible, like watching a woman being burnt alive but also melting, her features elongating and twisting as she fell apart in darkness. Nightmare fuel? Why yes, like something out of the depths of the abyss. The smell of burning rotting flesh and vine hitting the air as the creature fell apart, melting like some sort of black candle. Pools of the bl
[20:33] Storyweaver: was once the creatures body seeped around the now black tree as did large shiny black thorns from the creature's body, the only solid thing that did remain from this graphic display. The dried and dying leaves of the once healthy tree, going up in flames... the smell of fire and the orange substance clearly seen as it begun to burn. It would be noted that oddly silent sounds of the forest resumed with the gentle crackling of flame above.
[20:33] Creampuff (Xiphophorus): Pools of the black ichor that was once*
[20:40] Bradock (Katarr) continues to channel his spell within his two hands, a bright golden light appearing between his hands as a bright glow engulfs them. His eyes continue to train upon the creature that was rushing away until Ella's flamebolt connects. And in response, the creatures fall to the ground in a sickening death that consumes it. Any other being, the sight would of been saddening to witness. Yet, even as it seems to die before them, Bradock nevertheless continues channeling his banishment spell - whether it was dead or not, it surely wouldn't hurt to attempt to banish whatever evil was within the area - to ensure it would not return. (( Banishment 2/3)
[20:45] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) narrows her eyes, struggling to stay aloft in the air as the nasty creature -melts- and falls to certain death, the sight only making her more queasy as she lands on the ground shakily, convulsing and dropping her blade, bending to a side as she retches, out of sheer disgust and anger. The being was vanquished did not mean it was all over, there were surely more around. She struggles, as bile rises from her belly and just spews out of her mouth onto the already disgusting area. For now too weakened and annoyed at the whole episode, she stood aside trying to regain composure as Bradock continued his banishment.
[20:47] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) became weak in the knees, and fell to the ground. She would let out a cry of her own as the once graceful creature was set a flame, and erupted and liquefied. She wept in her hands. The Blessed Tree, much like herself had been brutally murdered; her branches cut, her body bleeding and burning. The stench of Death filled the air. She coughed, the scent of her murdered kin filled her nostrils. She watched as Bradock finished his banishment spell, helpless to save her fellow Dryad. It was too late.
[20:49] Storyweaver: The inky tar drips down the trees, the wind picks up again... a faint chill on the breeze and then... it begun to rain, a flickering wet substance from the skies about which stopped the flaming tree, letting it quell. But the heavens above did not stop, the rolling sound of thunder could be heard and a flash of lightning dashed across the sky. Though the darkness in the area seemed to lessen some. The chirping sound of cicadas can be faintly heard... as if all was peaceful despite the violent scene surrounding them, or least that showed the terrible battle that had occurred here.
[20:57] Bradock (Katarr) | As Bradock's spell comes to fruition, the golden light of the Battlemage's hand extends, palm facing outwards so that the bright golden light could suddenly shoot out at what remnants remained of the shadeling. And if the golden light would successfully do its job, it would eventually, engulf what was physically left of the being with its golden magic in a glowing aura. And, if successful, this aura would begin to dissolve any physical remains of the demons and send it back to whatever realm which it came, until the light itself would fade as well with the remains. Regardless of the result, a long drawn out sigh comes from the male, body visible relaxing. "Fire in a forest was perhaps not your brightest idea, love. But, hell of a good job." He manages with a grin aimed at Ella. Despite his good mood, it was quite apparent that Bradock was drained.
[21:01] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her palm on her knees and she was bent, her blade lying on the ground beside her as she struggles to stand straight and she shakes her head, breathing heavily and completely tired as she points up to the sky shakily "Rain... ", she mutters and watches as the last of the spell envelopes the remaining of whatever was there of the shadeling and she finaly weakly lifts up her blade and uses it as a walking stick sort of support to lean on it for a moment as she tried to glamor herself back again and the wings shimmer as she trembles in the effort. "Let... let us leave this place..."
[21:06] Gweyr (dejaslut Vyper) would look to the heavens as the rain poured down, The earth too, it seemed was weeping for the lost soul. Gweyr’s dark hair would stick to her pale face, the water would soak her skin and robes, masking her tears. She would stand, a hand placed on her heart as it ached. She would look out to the two humans, eyes wide, mouth agape. She wanted -no- she needed to know what had happened, and why.. but was at a loss for words. She stood there, as the rain washed over her, with a look of pure horror on her face.
[21:12] Bradock (Katarr) plucks the sword that had been plunged into the ground earlier and raises it so that he could sheathe the weapon over his back. His head raises, small droplets peck his face before turning to nod in agreement with Ella. But, instead of leaving, he would address the - seemingly - human woman in the distance. "You're okay, right? You didn't happen to touch any of the blood or get hit by anything did you?" Though, he didn't exactly give her time to respond, for his arm raises so that he could wave the woman to follow her and Ella. "We're heading back to Warden's Keep. Come with us, please. I'd like to make sure you're okay."
[21:13] Storyweaver: The remains of the shadling was removed, banished in the glowing light of Bradock. The tree, though rotton, now only had it's more natural rot. The pools had been taken away, save again for the natural vegetation rot. The poor tree still was left, chopped apart on the ground. The rain sprinkled down below, the thunder booming off in the distance, but the storm must have been going another way for as quickly as the heavens opened... they closed. Perhaps a sign from the goddess or a random chance of fate. ((And with that, I am going to bounce! I hope you all had fun. <3))
[15:56] Bradock (Katarr) stretches his arms high overhead as he lets forth a long drawn out groan from the motion. "Ugh..." He then, bends at his waist and reaches for his own toes as he preforms a similar action. "Phew, alright. That was one crazy market last night, huh?" Rising from the stretch, Bradock's right arm begins to move within a circular motion at the shoulder, the left soon mirroring the right after it ceases. "Okay, you up for a little spar?" He asks with the raising of an eyebrow back towards Ella. "I promsie to go easy on you..." His voice laced with the tease.
[16:03] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was focusing on a small pail of water by the crates, clearly speaking an incantation as she kept her eyes on the pail with up to three - fourths of water in it. The liquid sloshes within the pail as it start slowly reacting to the words being spoken, the pail shaking. She then hears Bradock speak and nods with a chuckle, still looking at the pail as her incantation went on, not responding with words, she stands up from where she was sat down, turns to face him even if her eyes remained on the pail and nods explicitly to indicate her agreement to a spar and also rolls her eyes at his... oh so kind offer of taking it light on her. (1/2)
[16:11] Bradock (Katarr) unbuckles the two blades, the one from his hip and the one from his back. He takes a few steps back and places the weapons in the grass, away from encumbering them during the fight. "Alright! Because I am a true gentleman, ladies fi-" Before he could finish his announcement though, it was quite clear that Ella's attention was immediately elsewhere, particularly on a small bucket not too far from them. "What... are you doing?"
[16:16] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) chuckles and shakes her head finishing the incantation as the bucket rises up to about twenty feet in the air. Ella grins very mischievously, which was.. rare for her actually... very proper and prim she was always. And mutters, "Hmmm nothing", as she waves a hand pointing to the pail that now starts towards Bradock, it reaches about eight meters away from him and she turns and smirks at him, while she uses only one hand to unbuckle her own belt at the chest to drop the polearm behind her which fell behind her with a thunk. She still focuses on the bucket as it kept moving (2/2 levitation spell complete but still moving)
[16:25] Bradock (Katarr) blinks a few times as he sees the pail begin to levitate with the bucket of water within it. An amused smile appearing along his face as his stance begins to broaden. "See? You're making -everything- levitate. Even Loki." Balling his hands into a fist, he raises them until they were just an inch or two from his cheek and ready to spar. "Okay, put that bucket down and we'll-" It was the it suddenly hit him, the mischievous grin, the bucket full of water comings towards him. The epiphany is made with a widening of his eyes. "'Ella, don't you dare!" Unballing one of his fists, he points a finger, threateningly back at his spouse. "Don't. even think about it!" His eyes ever set, warily, upon the traveling water supply.
[16:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) shakes her head, her intent -clear- on her face as the pail just kept moving. It moved directly over his head covering another eight feet in the process and she puckers her lips as he realizes what she was trying to do, blowing him a kiss she gently bends a finger pointing to the pail, eyes now on it as she hoped for the pail to tip its contents directly on Bradock's silky mop of black hair. "I just wanted to cool you down!!", she chuckles hoping the water made its mark.
[16:29] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bfb6): 89, Glub Glub
[16:29] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bfb7): 145, Reflex
[16:34] Bradock (Katarr) intently keeps his eye upon the bucket moving towards him. And, the moment it stops moving, he makes a made dash towards Ella. This was done JUST intime to avoid getting splashed on by the majority of the water. But, it was impossible to avoid all of it. A small amount would catch him as he takes off, wetting his heels and the posterior portion of his boot as he rushes towards ella. Though, instead of tackling her like she may assume, he suddenly leans back and allows himself to skid forward in a sliding motion, like a baseball player sliding in to reach a base and attempts to trip the woman in the process.
[16:34] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bfb8): 26, Fighting
[16:36] Ella Moraeu rolls R5 (CC:bfb9): 100, no tumble
[16:38] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) watches as the water completely misses his body and puddles into the floor after barely wetting his heels. She blinks as she lets out a sigh of defeat watching the pail drop as well and when he charges, she is taken aback, "hey!", she exclaims, jumping to a side and rushing behind him in the process, evading his slide trip motion and -actually- just tries to push him from behind, with both hands, like to have him fall face first into the ground.
[16:38] Ella Moraeu rolls R6 (CC:bfba): 86, Shove
[16:40] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bfbb): 11, Reflex
[16:43] Bradock (Katarr) | As Bradock comes sliding in to Ella, his feet skim the grass, cutting a few glades and pulling them up from the ground. Unfortunately, Ella would in fact, move aside from his attempt to trip her. Eventually, the momentum of the slide would come to an end, and Bradock would slow to a stop that he begins to swiftly rise from. Except, with his back now to his opponent, he was wide open to being shoved from behind. Which, he was, unable to defend himself, Ella successfully shoves the man down to the ground, sending him face first downwards. thankfully, he manages to extend his hands to the grass beneath him, acting as a shock absorber from the fall and saving his face, and face, from taking a mouthful of dirt.
[16:47] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) blinks, she had not expected to actually push down the man but she chuckles, watching him brace himself from the fall, saving his face and she bends forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to like try and tug him to face her, she was kind of strong to try that. "That was a cool slide... but maybe with different boots? These soles have a lot of friction you know...", she rambles on, -actually- talking about the logistics of his sliding attack move.
[16:55] Bradock (Katarr) lays along the ground, specifically along his stomach as he turns his palms iwnard to inspect then. They had several indents where small pieces of gravel had stuck to his skin. he begins to clear his hands of the dirt and rock until he feels Ella's hand place along his shoulder and attempt to push him onto his back. A gesture which Bradock does not seem to resist. As he flops onto his back he gazes up onto Ella as she begins to ramble on about the logistics of his slide. He curiously raises an eyebrow and listens, but secretly, attempts to snake his arm close to her feet as she crouches beside him. He even occasionally nods and adds a "Mhm." To ensure he was listening. Until, his hand would presumable, find her ankle. Tightly wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he would then pull with all of his might in an effort to pull one leg out from under her and force her to lose her balance and go tumbling onto her butt.
[17:00] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was actually looking at his boot and going on, "It is also this terrain you know... its too green to actually slide.. maybe on flat rocky surfaces...", she goes on and on as Bradock turns and listens with the occasional nod and such. She does notice the hand move forward but unsure if it was a way for him to sit up or towards her, she is a little slow to react and when his hand wraps around an ankle she tries hard to resist the tug but fails, all the more clumsily to a side as she had been trying to wrestle away from the grip. She grunts "Ugh.. that was sneaky", she mutters at him as she rubs the left side of her ass as it took a nice bump from the fall. Turning to the other side she moves her hand as if to brace herself to get up but in a swift backhand like motion whips around trying to just... sort of.. smack him in the chest with the back of her hand as she tried to rise up.
[17:08] Bradock (Katarr) | With Ella landing along the floor as he had planned, he responds with no words, only a broad grin regarding his rather sneaky way to bring her to the ground. As she was on the ground, Bradock scrambles, his legs tuck beneath his body as he begins to quickly stand to gain the advantage of standing over Ella to win to the spar. That is, until she twists herself around and brings the back of his hand to his chest. As her hand hits him square in the chest, the blow reverberates through his body in a hollow sounding 'THUNK!'. This clearly caught the man off guard and, put a small fright in him, but does not slow down his attempt to stand. As he rises, he instead jumps back, putting a few feet between he and Ella so that the woman could stand - the smack to his chest warding off any follow up attack while she was on the ground and essentially allowing her a chance to stand as well.
[17:13] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) shakes her hand, as it reverberated after making successful contact with the man's chest. And once that smarting kind of feeling left her hand which barely took a few moments, she would spring to a stand as well, facing him. She chuckles and raises a hand palm facing him. "Alright... let's do this -properly- now. Magic? Just fists? face down and above the belt?", she asks dusting her palms and placing them back on her hips as she faced him ready and stuff.
[17:18] Bradock (Katarr) rolls his shoulders back as he balls his hands into a fist once more and raises them so that they were rather closer to his cheeks. His body hunches over slightly as well while he begins to sway from side to side, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "I say I get to use a spell, since YOU got to use one already." Drawing ever closer to Ella, his left hand suddenly extends out towards Ella in a quick, yet fairly dull jab to the woman's chest.
[17:27] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her hands at her hips but as she sees Bradock already hop into a boxer stance, she wastes no time in bringing her own fists up to her face, mirroring his own motion and she shakes her head, eyes on the man as she replies "That was not part of the spar... Alright... its free game then... ", she smirks and just as he brings his fist to hit her chest, she ducks, evading it from hitting her chest but catching her in the shoulder as she moves forward, Ella cringes, huffing at the impact which she did not spend time in dwelling on the smarting, and turns to bring her own fist in the exact opposite mirroring action, aimed for his chest instead.
[17:34] Bradock (Katarr) With draws his hand and continues to shifting his weight back and forward, nearly hoping from foot to foot as he keeps his eyes steadily upon Ella. "Free game then!" He mirrors her words. He saw her jab being aimed for his chest and, whether it was in a show of sheer confidence, or arrogance, he allows the attack to come forward and make contact with his chest. An act which he somewhat regretted the moment it hit, for he could already feel a bruise forming from her earlier attack. Regardless, he absorbs the blow with little more than a wince of his eyes. A grunt slips from Bradock as his testosterone builds. And with it, whether he realized it or not, he puts quite a bit of muscles behind his next attack, which comes in the form of an upper cut like punch aimed straight to Ella's gut - more strength than he would normally place behind a spar between he and Ella.
[17:46] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) swiftly pulls back her hand after the jab and tries to swing to a side to twist her hand around and aim her elbow at his midsection but, while in that process, a -serious- punch is aimed at her gut, but as she had folded her arm in front of her, to bring her elbow forward, the punch catches her forearm, more specifically an un armored part of her forearm "Agh", yelling as she felt the strength of that in her bones, the pain making her close her eyes momentarily in pain and staggers, somehow remaining standing, she reacts in equal anger still continuing her earlier move as she just puts all her strength into jamming her elbow into his ribs by turning her body to a side.
[17:56] Bradock (Katarr) takes a step or two back as he sees Ella hunch over in pain from the attack on her stomach, he awaits a few moments to allow her to recovery. As, he seemingly came to his senses after the attack was struck with the release of frustration. With a glance to Ella's elbow, he attempts to move away from the attack, but, unfortunately, was not quite fast enough to fully avoid the attack. The bone of her elbow digs into his side, clearly impacting with his ribs. A small cry in pain comes from Bradock as he stumbles to the side and reaches across his abdomen to clutch his own side. "Oof. Okay... I think that was a good little spar..."
[18:00] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) quirks an eyebrow as she idly rubs at her elbow with the other palm and nods slowly, hands automatically moving to rub parts of her that was quite evidently bruised from the hits and such. "Ugh... yes.. ", she sighs and shakes her head "I could use a good hot tea and some food if possible... this was really enough practice for today...", she shakes her head softly, checking her midsection for -visible- bruising.
[16:03] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was focusing on a small pail of water by the crates, clearly speaking an incantation as she kept her eyes on the pail with up to three - fourths of water in it. The liquid sloshes within the pail as it start slowly reacting to the words being spoken, the pail shaking. She then hears Bradock speak and nods with a chuckle, still looking at the pail as her incantation went on, not responding with words, she stands up from where she was sat down, turns to face him even if her eyes remained on the pail and nods explicitly to indicate her agreement to a spar and also rolls her eyes at his... oh so kind offer of taking it light on her. (1/2)
[16:11] Bradock (Katarr) unbuckles the two blades, the one from his hip and the one from his back. He takes a few steps back and places the weapons in the grass, away from encumbering them during the fight. "Alright! Because I am a true gentleman, ladies fi-" Before he could finish his announcement though, it was quite clear that Ella's attention was immediately elsewhere, particularly on a small bucket not too far from them. "What... are you doing?"
[16:16] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) chuckles and shakes her head finishing the incantation as the bucket rises up to about twenty feet in the air. Ella grins very mischievously, which was.. rare for her actually... very proper and prim she was always. And mutters, "Hmmm nothing", as she waves a hand pointing to the pail that now starts towards Bradock, it reaches about eight meters away from him and she turns and smirks at him, while she uses only one hand to unbuckle her own belt at the chest to drop the polearm behind her which fell behind her with a thunk. She still focuses on the bucket as it kept moving (2/2 levitation spell complete but still moving)
[16:25] Bradock (Katarr) blinks a few times as he sees the pail begin to levitate with the bucket of water within it. An amused smile appearing along his face as his stance begins to broaden. "See? You're making -everything- levitate. Even Loki." Balling his hands into a fist, he raises them until they were just an inch or two from his cheek and ready to spar. "Okay, put that bucket down and we'll-" It was the it suddenly hit him, the mischievous grin, the bucket full of water comings towards him. The epiphany is made with a widening of his eyes. "'Ella, don't you dare!" Unballing one of his fists, he points a finger, threateningly back at his spouse. "Don't. even think about it!" His eyes ever set, warily, upon the traveling water supply.
[16:29] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) shakes her head, her intent -clear- on her face as the pail just kept moving. It moved directly over his head covering another eight feet in the process and she puckers her lips as he realizes what she was trying to do, blowing him a kiss she gently bends a finger pointing to the pail, eyes now on it as she hoped for the pail to tip its contents directly on Bradock's silky mop of black hair. "I just wanted to cool you down!!", she chuckles hoping the water made its mark.
[16:29] Ella Moraeu rolls R8 (CC:bfb6): 89, Glub Glub
[16:29] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bfb7): 145, Reflex
[16:34] Bradock (Katarr) intently keeps his eye upon the bucket moving towards him. And, the moment it stops moving, he makes a made dash towards Ella. This was done JUST intime to avoid getting splashed on by the majority of the water. But, it was impossible to avoid all of it. A small amount would catch him as he takes off, wetting his heels and the posterior portion of his boot as he rushes towards ella. Though, instead of tackling her like she may assume, he suddenly leans back and allows himself to skid forward in a sliding motion, like a baseball player sliding in to reach a base and attempts to trip the woman in the process.
[16:34] Bradock rolls R8 (CC:bfb8): 26, Fighting
[16:36] Ella Moraeu rolls R5 (CC:bfb9): 100, no tumble
[16:38] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) watches as the water completely misses his body and puddles into the floor after barely wetting his heels. She blinks as she lets out a sigh of defeat watching the pail drop as well and when he charges, she is taken aback, "hey!", she exclaims, jumping to a side and rushing behind him in the process, evading his slide trip motion and -actually- just tries to push him from behind, with both hands, like to have him fall face first into the ground.
[16:38] Ella Moraeu rolls R6 (CC:bfba): 86, Shove
[16:40] Bradock rolls R5 (CC:bfbb): 11, Reflex
[16:43] Bradock (Katarr) | As Bradock comes sliding in to Ella, his feet skim the grass, cutting a few glades and pulling them up from the ground. Unfortunately, Ella would in fact, move aside from his attempt to trip her. Eventually, the momentum of the slide would come to an end, and Bradock would slow to a stop that he begins to swiftly rise from. Except, with his back now to his opponent, he was wide open to being shoved from behind. Which, he was, unable to defend himself, Ella successfully shoves the man down to the ground, sending him face first downwards. thankfully, he manages to extend his hands to the grass beneath him, acting as a shock absorber from the fall and saving his face, and face, from taking a mouthful of dirt.
[16:47] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) blinks, she had not expected to actually push down the man but she chuckles, watching him brace himself from the fall, saving his face and she bends forward, placing a hand on his shoulder to like try and tug him to face her, she was kind of strong to try that. "That was a cool slide... but maybe with different boots? These soles have a lot of friction you know...", she rambles on, -actually- talking about the logistics of his sliding attack move.
[16:55] Bradock (Katarr) lays along the ground, specifically along his stomach as he turns his palms iwnard to inspect then. They had several indents where small pieces of gravel had stuck to his skin. he begins to clear his hands of the dirt and rock until he feels Ella's hand place along his shoulder and attempt to push him onto his back. A gesture which Bradock does not seem to resist. As he flops onto his back he gazes up onto Ella as she begins to ramble on about the logistics of his slide. He curiously raises an eyebrow and listens, but secretly, attempts to snake his arm close to her feet as she crouches beside him. He even occasionally nods and adds a "Mhm." To ensure he was listening. Until, his hand would presumable, find her ankle. Tightly wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he would then pull with all of his might in an effort to pull one leg out from under her and force her to lose her balance and go tumbling onto her butt.
[17:00] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) was actually looking at his boot and going on, "It is also this terrain you know... its too green to actually slide.. maybe on flat rocky surfaces...", she goes on and on as Bradock turns and listens with the occasional nod and such. She does notice the hand move forward but unsure if it was a way for him to sit up or towards her, she is a little slow to react and when his hand wraps around an ankle she tries hard to resist the tug but fails, all the more clumsily to a side as she had been trying to wrestle away from the grip. She grunts "Ugh.. that was sneaky", she mutters at him as she rubs the left side of her ass as it took a nice bump from the fall. Turning to the other side she moves her hand as if to brace herself to get up but in a swift backhand like motion whips around trying to just... sort of.. smack him in the chest with the back of her hand as she tried to rise up.
[17:08] Bradock (Katarr) | With Ella landing along the floor as he had planned, he responds with no words, only a broad grin regarding his rather sneaky way to bring her to the ground. As she was on the ground, Bradock scrambles, his legs tuck beneath his body as he begins to quickly stand to gain the advantage of standing over Ella to win to the spar. That is, until she twists herself around and brings the back of his hand to his chest. As her hand hits him square in the chest, the blow reverberates through his body in a hollow sounding 'THUNK!'. This clearly caught the man off guard and, put a small fright in him, but does not slow down his attempt to stand. As he rises, he instead jumps back, putting a few feet between he and Ella so that the woman could stand - the smack to his chest warding off any follow up attack while she was on the ground and essentially allowing her a chance to stand as well.
[17:13] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) shakes her hand, as it reverberated after making successful contact with the man's chest. And once that smarting kind of feeling left her hand which barely took a few moments, she would spring to a stand as well, facing him. She chuckles and raises a hand palm facing him. "Alright... let's do this -properly- now. Magic? Just fists? face down and above the belt?", she asks dusting her palms and placing them back on her hips as she faced him ready and stuff.
[17:18] Bradock (Katarr) rolls his shoulders back as he balls his hands into a fist once more and raises them so that they were rather closer to his cheeks. His body hunches over slightly as well while he begins to sway from side to side, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "I say I get to use a spell, since YOU got to use one already." Drawing ever closer to Ella, his left hand suddenly extends out towards Ella in a quick, yet fairly dull jab to the woman's chest.
[17:27] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) had her hands at her hips but as she sees Bradock already hop into a boxer stance, she wastes no time in bringing her own fists up to her face, mirroring his own motion and she shakes her head, eyes on the man as she replies "That was not part of the spar... Alright... its free game then... ", she smirks and just as he brings his fist to hit her chest, she ducks, evading it from hitting her chest but catching her in the shoulder as she moves forward, Ella cringes, huffing at the impact which she did not spend time in dwelling on the smarting, and turns to bring her own fist in the exact opposite mirroring action, aimed for his chest instead.
[17:34] Bradock (Katarr) With draws his hand and continues to shifting his weight back and forward, nearly hoping from foot to foot as he keeps his eyes steadily upon Ella. "Free game then!" He mirrors her words. He saw her jab being aimed for his chest and, whether it was in a show of sheer confidence, or arrogance, he allows the attack to come forward and make contact with his chest. An act which he somewhat regretted the moment it hit, for he could already feel a bruise forming from her earlier attack. Regardless, he absorbs the blow with little more than a wince of his eyes. A grunt slips from Bradock as his testosterone builds. And with it, whether he realized it or not, he puts quite a bit of muscles behind his next attack, which comes in the form of an upper cut like punch aimed straight to Ella's gut - more strength than he would normally place behind a spar between he and Ella.
[17:46] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) swiftly pulls back her hand after the jab and tries to swing to a side to twist her hand around and aim her elbow at his midsection but, while in that process, a -serious- punch is aimed at her gut, but as she had folded her arm in front of her, to bring her elbow forward, the punch catches her forearm, more specifically an un armored part of her forearm "Agh", yelling as she felt the strength of that in her bones, the pain making her close her eyes momentarily in pain and staggers, somehow remaining standing, she reacts in equal anger still continuing her earlier move as she just puts all her strength into jamming her elbow into his ribs by turning her body to a side.
[17:56] Bradock (Katarr) takes a step or two back as he sees Ella hunch over in pain from the attack on her stomach, he awaits a few moments to allow her to recovery. As, he seemingly came to his senses after the attack was struck with the release of frustration. With a glance to Ella's elbow, he attempts to move away from the attack, but, unfortunately, was not quite fast enough to fully avoid the attack. The bone of her elbow digs into his side, clearly impacting with his ribs. A small cry in pain comes from Bradock as he stumbles to the side and reaches across his abdomen to clutch his own side. "Oof. Okay... I think that was a good little spar..."
[18:00] Ella (MaiaCalhoun) quirks an eyebrow as she idly rubs at her elbow with the other palm and nods slowly, hands automatically moving to rub parts of her that was quite evidently bruised from the hits and such. "Ugh... yes.. ", she sighs and shakes her head "I could use a good hot tea and some food if possible... this was really enough practice for today...", she shakes her head softly, checking her midsection for -visible- bruising.
[20:54] Bradock (katarr) crouches down ever so slightly as young fox scampers up to him. The canine's young sticking out and wagging with an expectantly gleam in it's eye. "You being good today, Loki?" Though, just as Bradock's hand was about to place along the top of the fox's head, he immediately jerks back in a backwards hop, tongue still hanging out. The moment Bradock's hand missed his target, his eyes narrow and place upon his knees to push himself to stand. "Well, fine, I didn't want to pet you anyways." Another Warden within the Keep courtyard would soon catch Brad's attention, causing him to turn from the fox to address the woman who speaking to him.
[21:06] Bradock (katarr) | This proved to be a rather terrible mistake for Bradock, to turn his back upon his wife's companion. Because, the moment he did, the creature began forward with his nose to the ground, sniffing the area as he approaches the bag that Bradock had set down with several pieces of food inside. Pieces of food that Loki's keen nose swiftly sniffed out and found his head rummaging through in search of treats not meant for him. Bradock's conversation with the fellow Warden lasted no more than 60 seconds, but in that time it took for him to say greetings and farewells, he would turn back to find the bag had been practically turned inside out with Loki's head deep inside of the satchel. "Loki!" The man calls out. And, upon hearing his name, the fox straightens, brown bag still covering his head and turned upside down to what little was left inside spills out.
[21:15] Bradock (katarr) | Despite the fact that the fox had a bag over his head, he would not need more than his ears to hear the annoyance within Bradock's voice when he says: "That was MY dinner!" Instinctively, Loki hops a few steps back and lowers his head in a rapid shaking until the bag was no longer over his features. Just as he would look up, the young fox would bare witness the Bradock walking rather aggressively towards him. And, the engorged fox that had feasted upon human food dashes off towards the open wooden gates that lead out of Warden's Keep. Without a second thought, Bradock immediately takes off after the small fox.
[21:22] Bradock (katarr) follows the fox as he dashes off into the lush green forest of Valesk. The fox proved to be far more agile than Bradock though. The fox had managed to gain quite the height advantage over Bradock, leaping small bounds with relative ease and skip along branches of trees. Instead, Bradock was forced to stay on the ground and, in his dash to keep up with te creature, avoid low hanging branches,, trees, rocks and other natural obstacles. When they finally stop, it is with Loki seemingly trapped on a thick tree branch a few feet over Bradock's head with no where to go. Which, the Warden proved rather thankful for, since he needed the time to catch his breath. "Loki... get down here... now!" This order made through gasps of breaths made it much less commanding.
[21:42] Bradock (katarr) | As Bradock stands at the base of a tree, his chest and stomach heaves up and down, a few beads of sweat accumulating along his face and cascade down his skin, leaving a trail of liquid where it touches. "Loki!" His calls appear to have unphased the small fox though as it appears the fox was paralyzed by fear in the situation it had gotten itself into and there, seemingly, be no way for it to get back home. Instead, Loki lowers himself, laying against the large branch of the tree in defeat. A soft sigh emits from under Bradock's breath. "Okay, stay there! I'll come get you." As if the fox could understand him, Bradock lifts his foot to place it along the trunk of the tree until finding a suitable surface that could hold his weight and begins to climb the tree.
[21:59] Bradock (katarr) reaches for another branch of the tree as he ascends the rather large structure Loki had gotten himself stuck within. Just as his hands wrap around a branch and places his weight along it to pull himself up, he finds the branch not nearly as strong as he hand previously anticipated. The moment his weight is upon it, the branch immediately begins to bend. "No, no no!" He pleads, only for his cry to go unheard. With a loud snap, the branch snaps beneath his touch, sending the man rapidly falling towards the ground. What would follow would last, in Bradock's mind at least, for half a second. It was in the blink of an eye he makes the snap decision to reach out in desperation for another limb of the tree. And, perhaps by the grace of Valeksa herself, he manages to grab a hold of the branch in that snap moment. As soon as he does, the branch begins to crumble beneath the weight of the man, multiplied by the gravitational pull of catching his fall. With his body dangling to the new arm of the tree, it begins to slowly branch at the sudden pressure, threatening to continue sending him plummeting to the ground.
[22:08] Bradock (katarr): The moment of relief that Bradock had was short lived, as the crunching sound of wood reverberates within his ears like a loud shout made directly beside. It was - at the moment - his worst fear. Thankfully, the breaking of the branch proved to be slower than the previous, allowing the man a few precious moments to dart from side to properly assess the situation. It was then his eyes caught another limb, a short, yet thick bifurcation. His time to react was short though, for each moment he held to his current source of suspension, it broke further and further. Tucking his legs into his body, Bradock swings back and forth, gathering enough momentum to propel himself forward and land with his feet along the new thick branch - his arms immediately hugging around the trunk of the large tree to balance himself.
[22:12] Bradock (katarr) | It requires the man a few moments to calm his nerves before he could refocus on the task at hand - reaching Loki who was still quite a ways away from him. Thoroughly testing each branch Bradock eventually succeeds in his climb to reach the fox that was, still laying flat against the large branch in panic. "You..." Scooping up the fearful fox into his arms, he holds the canine close to his chest, attempting to calm Loki's constant shaking in fear. "are in so much trouble..." As he says this, a magical energy begins to swirl around Brad's hand as he conjures forth arcane energy. to open a portal "You're also lucky, I'm a mage."
[21:06] Bradock (katarr) | This proved to be a rather terrible mistake for Bradock, to turn his back upon his wife's companion. Because, the moment he did, the creature began forward with his nose to the ground, sniffing the area as he approaches the bag that Bradock had set down with several pieces of food inside. Pieces of food that Loki's keen nose swiftly sniffed out and found his head rummaging through in search of treats not meant for him. Bradock's conversation with the fellow Warden lasted no more than 60 seconds, but in that time it took for him to say greetings and farewells, he would turn back to find the bag had been practically turned inside out with Loki's head deep inside of the satchel. "Loki!" The man calls out. And, upon hearing his name, the fox straightens, brown bag still covering his head and turned upside down to what little was left inside spills out.
[21:15] Bradock (katarr) | Despite the fact that the fox had a bag over his head, he would not need more than his ears to hear the annoyance within Bradock's voice when he says: "That was MY dinner!" Instinctively, Loki hops a few steps back and lowers his head in a rapid shaking until the bag was no longer over his features. Just as he would look up, the young fox would bare witness the Bradock walking rather aggressively towards him. And, the engorged fox that had feasted upon human food dashes off towards the open wooden gates that lead out of Warden's Keep. Without a second thought, Bradock immediately takes off after the small fox.
[21:22] Bradock (katarr) follows the fox as he dashes off into the lush green forest of Valesk. The fox proved to be far more agile than Bradock though. The fox had managed to gain quite the height advantage over Bradock, leaping small bounds with relative ease and skip along branches of trees. Instead, Bradock was forced to stay on the ground and, in his dash to keep up with te creature, avoid low hanging branches,, trees, rocks and other natural obstacles. When they finally stop, it is with Loki seemingly trapped on a thick tree branch a few feet over Bradock's head with no where to go. Which, the Warden proved rather thankful for, since he needed the time to catch his breath. "Loki... get down here... now!" This order made through gasps of breaths made it much less commanding.
[21:42] Bradock (katarr) | As Bradock stands at the base of a tree, his chest and stomach heaves up and down, a few beads of sweat accumulating along his face and cascade down his skin, leaving a trail of liquid where it touches. "Loki!" His calls appear to have unphased the small fox though as it appears the fox was paralyzed by fear in the situation it had gotten itself into and there, seemingly, be no way for it to get back home. Instead, Loki lowers himself, laying against the large branch of the tree in defeat. A soft sigh emits from under Bradock's breath. "Okay, stay there! I'll come get you." As if the fox could understand him, Bradock lifts his foot to place it along the trunk of the tree until finding a suitable surface that could hold his weight and begins to climb the tree.
[21:59] Bradock (katarr) reaches for another branch of the tree as he ascends the rather large structure Loki had gotten himself stuck within. Just as his hands wrap around a branch and places his weight along it to pull himself up, he finds the branch not nearly as strong as he hand previously anticipated. The moment his weight is upon it, the branch immediately begins to bend. "No, no no!" He pleads, only for his cry to go unheard. With a loud snap, the branch snaps beneath his touch, sending the man rapidly falling towards the ground. What would follow would last, in Bradock's mind at least, for half a second. It was in the blink of an eye he makes the snap decision to reach out in desperation for another limb of the tree. And, perhaps by the grace of Valeksa herself, he manages to grab a hold of the branch in that snap moment. As soon as he does, the branch begins to crumble beneath the weight of the man, multiplied by the gravitational pull of catching his fall. With his body dangling to the new arm of the tree, it begins to slowly branch at the sudden pressure, threatening to continue sending him plummeting to the ground.
[22:08] Bradock (katarr): The moment of relief that Bradock had was short lived, as the crunching sound of wood reverberates within his ears like a loud shout made directly beside. It was - at the moment - his worst fear. Thankfully, the breaking of the branch proved to be slower than the previous, allowing the man a few precious moments to dart from side to properly assess the situation. It was then his eyes caught another limb, a short, yet thick bifurcation. His time to react was short though, for each moment he held to his current source of suspension, it broke further and further. Tucking his legs into his body, Bradock swings back and forth, gathering enough momentum to propel himself forward and land with his feet along the new thick branch - his arms immediately hugging around the trunk of the large tree to balance himself.
[22:12] Bradock (katarr) | It requires the man a few moments to calm his nerves before he could refocus on the task at hand - reaching Loki who was still quite a ways away from him. Thoroughly testing each branch Bradock eventually succeeds in his climb to reach the fox that was, still laying flat against the large branch in panic. "You..." Scooping up the fearful fox into his arms, he holds the canine close to his chest, attempting to calm Loki's constant shaking in fear. "are in so much trouble..." As he says this, a magical energy begins to swirl around Brad's hand as he conjures forth arcane energy. to open a portal "You're also lucky, I'm a mage."