[Closed] Bandit Troubles

[Hawk]

100%Hp 100%Mp

 
Hawk was not like other players was not discouraged about being stuck in this game. He has been in stickier situations before working for his father and he will find way to escape this. First things first though he needed to find the  "friend" who initially got him trapped in here, but that was not the bigger concern at the moment. Being a level 1 and walking on the outskirts of London in mid day was probably not the smartest of his ideas.  Being mugged by bandits was especially not on his to do list in this game. Hawk did not appreciate his the leader of the assailants as they poked him in his chest with the stink of fish flooding his breathing area. Not only that he had a dumb looking face covered with grease and had missing teeth.  And said to him "So whats a runt like you..." snorts a little "Doing here all by himself hehe." his men laughed behind him all had a similar stupid face like their leader. Hawk was not afraid of these men looked at them closely and analyzed that they were same level as except for the leader. Hawk got  cocky grin on his face as he looked at the leader "I think your messing with the wrong player right now." He analyzed the situation and there was total of 4 assailants.

Bandit Leader- Guardian level 2
The leader is a tall burly man with  plate armor, and a great shield with a  long sword. He skin slightly darken from being out in the sun all day and seemed to  to have blood stained on his shield obliviously from his past victims. Besides his horrible smell of his he stunk of alcohol and had the face of a uglier pig. He was obvious highest level out the group and the oldest with gray streaked hair pokeing out from under his helmet. He was going to be the hardest to take down.
Moves;
Heavy Anchor 
Shield Bash
Counter Break

Bandit Bard Level 1
Th bard was a young man and look similar to the leader maybe a relative possibly a son as he seemed to carry the same pig face sort of look. From we can see he is carrying a lute and is not very tall and wore cloth armor. He was obviously a big threat with the ability to dish out lots of damage.
Battle Conduct
Phantom Ensemble
Speed Sword Etude


Bandit Assassin Archer Level 1
The archer would be deadly in this fight due to the skills that he possed leaning out to a very high damage out put and the ability not to miss with the bank shot, he looked fairly old and carried a wooden cross bow and is wearing leather armor. 
Bank Shot
Death Stinger
Spark Shot


Bandit Shamen Level 1
The Shamen was the only female out the group. She obviously was the main source of support for their team possessing the ability to heal and cast barriers. She was young and weard cloth armor and carried a wooden staff. She had no offensive capability but would probably be the biggest factor in the fight to come.
Damage Interception
Prayer of Recovery
Reflective Barrier


Hawk frowned as the leader  leaned and the stench of putrid fish getting thicker " I think were messing with the right player don't we boys" they responded with chant of yes sire.  Hawk fury was building this low life bandit dare to assault him just for shits and giggle. He slowly moved his  hand to his katana, staring down the bandit leader watching his smile as Hawk's rage and blood lust through his and headbutted the leader and jumped back drew his sword and licked his lips now ready for a fight and used  Ace Move: Bushi Chousen (Samurai's Challenge) on the group, "Now do you all have the balls to fight me or what". Obivosuly insulted and pissed as his nose began to bleed "Lets get him boys!!!" the bandit leader drew his sword and prepared for a fight. The leader began the fight by charging Hawk and using Shield Bash.



I have control of the bandits actions . This is just a thread  to gain some ap and have fun, feel free to join looking forward to rp with everyone.  Please not to many people flooding this thread. 

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[lestivel]

   100%HP 100%MP 

    Lestivel had decided to get himself lost for a while. Not really knowing what to do he decided to get himself into some trouble. He wandered about the darkest most dangerous parts of town with no avail. Eventually the stopped trying and just went with his gut. It took him some time, but he finally found some action. It looked like a mugging, or maybe just a beat down. From his initial inspection he saw five people. A Guardian, a Bard, an Assassin, a Shamen, and a Samurai. Looked like a four on one battle with the Samurai on his own, and Lestivel was behind the group of four giving him the split second advantage of surprise.

    He began his mental combat analysis. The Assassin of the group isn't very smart to be out in the open. The Guardian, and the Shamen will be the most trouble. Next up will be the Bard and the Assassin. Kill order. Shaman first, destroy their healing power. Then the bard, Get rid of their buffs. Then take out the Assassin. Leave the Guardian for last. Hopefully that samurai will keep him busy. Well time to do some helping. With that Lestivel drew his pistol in his left hand. He activated Arrow Revolver then, taking aim at the Shamen, counted off two seconds for his animation time and unloaded two rounds directly his target. Without pause he drew his katana from its sheath on his back and readied himself for the fight to come. This is going to be fun!

[Pellinore]

	PELLINORE WOLF HAIR GUARDIAN
WORDS: 470	TAGGED: Hawk , lestivel

It was official, Pellinore was absolutely terrible at navigating his way around the Elder Tale equivalent of London. Londinium, was it? He’d been lost before, but not in this part of the city, something about the smell made him uneasy. It was oddly fishy, like it legitimately smelt of fish. The guardian had pondered the thought for a period before choosing instead to ignore it. He had more important things to worry about, namely finding something to do. He had been tossing up between just going shopping or looking for a quest, anything to get him out of the city limits and helping people in need.

The wolf hair yawned as he walked, rather inactively looking around for a sign, he really wasn’t in the mood for learning the geography of the city. It was complicated, and he doubted he’d need it all too much. As he wandered around, his ears picked up a sound. It was difficult to tell what it was, but it sounded like trouble and it wasn’t exactly far from his current location. Pellinore’s pace quickened the closer he got. Until he eventually came upon the scene of a battle. What appeared to be a group of bandits were harassing someone, an adventurer by the looks of them.

Pellinore got into sight quick enough to see the first of the bandits, an ugly looking man in plate armour, charge the human with long brown hair. Pellinore instantly gritted his teeth and went to draw his lance, he really wished he had his horse here. But perhaps it was for the better he didn’t, fighting on horseback in the city was akin to suicide. The guardian’s eyes darted over the battlefield, catching glimpses of the other assaulters. A young and very ugly looking bard with a lute, an old looking assassin armed with a bow, and a female shaman. Before the guardian could get even close enough to be heard he saw another figure. A well dressed swashbuckler, and before Pellinore could even process the sight, he saw the man fire off some shots at the shaman.

Not even bothering to see if the other man’s attack made contact, Pellinore charged. As the guardian entered the fray his wolf ears and tail sprouted, a battle cry erupting from his throat in an almost primal matter as he moved to attack. The guardian moved quickly, tunnel vision sprouting as he ignored all the others on the battle field. There was only one combatant in his sights the bard. Unleashing a <<Shield Bash>> to charge at the bard, Pellinore hoped to make contact and bring himself into the battle.

”My hand will deal justice to all brigands!” He snarled as he attacked, letting his canine rage take over. He did feel a bit silly about the whole thing though.

HP:100%    MP:90%    

[Noir]

pull the trigger and end the game

Noir wasn’t upset at this point that he was trapped inside of a video game. This to him was a blessing, a gift from god one could say. This was a chance for him to live in a world without fear. He wasn’t forced to face constant nightmares in a broken reality filled with anguish and sorrow. All of the sleepless nights and rustled jimmies due to being a prisoner of war for five years. Where he was constantly tortured and suffered through immense pain, suffering. However all that changed when a treaty was formed and he was allowed to return to his country. But all that was now in the past and he was in a new world, a new beginning but with similar bags of tricks as his class of choice was warden and a rifle as a starting weapon, some things just never change he believes.

All of those things aside he was now in the game and level one. But level grinding wasn’t exactly his priority right now. At the moment he just wanted to relax enjoy some food and go to the pub. However the problem was right now, he didn’t have any money and that was going to be a problem if he wanted to go to the pub and hang out for a bit. There had to be a way to earn some. So, as he began strolling the streets of London he continued to ponder on ways to accumulate money. And then he remembered he had chosen mechanic as his crafting class. With that in mind he figured before getting the chance to enjoy a time at the pub he was going to have to start working on his mechanic class to earn some money.

Continuing down the streets of London he came across two groups of people. One grouped seemed to be a group of players and the others a group of bandits. He approached the group of players, and said “You fellows need any help, it seems you have your hands full and an extra hand is never a bad thing.” Noir was first was trying to remain calm and refrain from going bat crap crazy and unloading bullets all over the place. This however difficult to do considering he has to reload after each round but he has skills and items that can easily give his group the advantage.

With that thought in mind, he went into combat overdrive. Analyzing each member of the group trying to identify strengths and weaknesses. He then started eyeing the group of bandits analyzing their levels and classes as to decide on an attack pattern and battle strategy. He knew exactly what he was going to do first at this point. First step is cast down a smokescreen cartridge then draw his rifle. Step two would be to activate trained eyes and aim straight for the head of the assassin. He figured someone else would go for the shaman as he is a major threat in this situation. After that he would reload and fire a shot at the bandit leader and hopefully all the other bandits will have been downed. Due to his two buffs enhancer and bayonet he should easily be able to take down a member with a single shot and be prepared for a melee assault of something of the such arises. But he just had to wait to see if anyone else showed up and find out what was going to go down.

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585 Words ● Tags Lestival Pellinore Kirkwall ● Hp 100% Mp 100%

deltra of gangnam style

[Hawk]

100%HP 90%Mp

Hawk gripped his katan tightly began his charge against the leader trying meet his challenge. The leader and Hawk crashed the bandit leader's  shield bash landing on him Knocking how back and to recover for two seconds. The Bandit Leader began to boast  "Looks like your all bark and no bite, you runt" He got and uglier face as he tried to smile. His slight victory was short lived as the Leader and Hawk both heard a gun shot and the shaman collapsed the Bandit Leader began to frown. Then came a big suit of armor charged past Hawk and the Leader and targeted the young Bard landing his Shield Bash on him saying ”My hand will deal justice to all brigands!”. Then following behind the Guardian came a well dressed swashbuckler carrying a Katana as well, he seemed to be the one who attacked the shaman. The Bandit Leader face got uglier as his started to frown and spat as he yelled " YOU DARE TOUCH MY SON, MY BLOOD, YOU LITTLE COWARD. GAAH"!!! 

Hawk got a grim grin on his face as he licked his upper lip, the Bandit Leader was foolish to turn his back on Hawk and he began to make his move as he charged the Guardian "Do not turn your back on me you basted" Hawk auto attacked the Bandit Leader swinging his katana in a downward slash against the leaders back then followed up with Ace Move: Izuna-giri  slashing upward against the Leaders back creating a slight vacuum while slicing. The Bandit leader fell to his knee  for a sec before turning and standing giving Hawk a death stare " You will be first of my victims today runt". 

Bandit Leader- 80% HP 80% MP
The bandit leader focused on Hawk and used heavy anchor on him and began to auto attack him. They both are pretty tank type characters lets see who can last the longest.

Bandit Bard- 90% HP 100%MP
The bard was knocked over and rolled back about a step away from the guardian stood up. He took some moderate damage from the full charge of the shield bash. He was ready know to make his counter as he gripped his lute tightly then began to strum its strings on his lute and used Phantom Ensemble creating a fierce wind around himself trying to blow back the guardian away from him self.

Bandit Shaman- 50% HP 100%MP
After collapsing from from taking two shots from the swashbuckler one them being a crit due to a surprise attack. She stood up very wounded her heart racing not knowing were the attack came from until she saw the gurdain and swashbuckler charging in. Tears swelled in her eyes as she panicked and  used prayer recovery on her self giving her a small portion of her health back, then she took a few step back from the group trying to put some distance between her and the swashbuckler and used damage of interception creating a barrier around her self.

Bandit Archer- 100%HP 100%MP
The Archer was surprised from the hearing the gun shots and the sudden charge of new adventures closing in his position. He immediately jumped back from the group and began to do his only job, dishing out damage he began by activating death stinger coating his bolts in poison and began auto attacking the Wolf Hair Guardian.

With the introduction of these new adventures to the fight Hawk had a great amount of confidence about himself even though he was pinned down by heavy anchor. He he had no complaints though, because all he wanted to do was kill this pig faced Bandit leader and his cohorts. 

Abilities used;
Bandit Shaman- 55%HP 75%MP; Prayer Recovery Damage Interception
Bandit Leader- 80%HP 80%MP; Heavy Anchor
Bandit Archer- 100%HP 100%MP; death stinger
Bandit Bard- 90%HP 90%MP; (will keep decreasing at 10% the longer he uses Phantom Ensemble)- Phantom Ensemble
Hawk 90%HP 80%MP; Ace Move: Izuna-giri

Read on the abilities if your not sure what they do if you have and inquirys about the damage calculation pm or find me in the cbox and we can chat about what they should be. I look forward to reading everyone's posts. 

Tags;  @pellinore Noir lestivel
Word Count; 586

[lestivel]

100%HP 95%MP

     Now came the hard part. Lestivel no longer had the element of surprise on his side. He now noticed two new players on his side. A Guardian, and a Warden. This makes things easier. Though I can't expect them to be mind readers. Lestivel took in the situation. It would be stupid to waste bullets on the shaman now, but that barrier meant he could get closer to use his katana. It's a good thing blades don't run out of ammo. The Archer had backed off and was shooting at the Guardian. A smoke screen had gone down from the Warden. He was smart. The Bard would be an issue but not if he was distracted by that wolf haired Guardian. With only four bullets left he took aim at the Archer.
   

    "Wolf Hair keep that bard busy! Warden That archer needs to go down, now! Samurai keep doing what your doing!" Lestivel began to shout orders as he moved in closer to the Shaman. In the mean time he took aim with his pistol at the Archer. Two loud cracks signaled his next two bullets leaving for their target. Directly after Lestivel turns and strikes the barrier around the shaman. Once then twice. The more damage that thing takes the faster it will go down.

[Darko Lipowitz]

"Those losers. Let us see what more they would lose when they attempt to cheat again." Darko thought while shuffling a deck of playing cards, smiling bitterly. He then returned the deck in a small belt pouch while he left the tavern. As he left, there was a lot of screaming. Half of the screaming were of the cheers of some players and landers in his favor. And half of the screaming are from some other players at one table. Three of those persons had their right hands being grasped by their left, and they were screaming and cursing in pain. At the ground there could be found some 10-odd fingers lying there. At the sight of those fingers and the grasped right hands one could surmise that someone mutilated the fingers of their hands with a bladed weapon. But there was no sight of evidence on the sword that was sheathed at Darko's back, and the wand on his left hand had no blade. But one thing is for sure: he was still not seriously in a fight in that aspect.

Despite being outwardly a master of both melee and ranged weaponry, still Darko preferred his wand and repertoire of offensive support spells, in which he was more well known. But he also dabbled on the prospect of being a magical warrior, and the black sword sheathed on his back served that purpose whenever he ran out of excess mana. But there was more, way more, tricks up his sleeve, as evidenced by the mangled fingers on the floor.

He continued walking in the outskirts of Londinium when he saw a commotion going on. He moved towards it, and he saw a man draw his katana towards a group of rowdy people. Those persons seem to be the group of bandits ravaging the area and extorting the low-leveled players within it. Their actions were unforgivable to say the least, but Darko held himself with restraint. More than that it wasn't an issue that Darko would dare to involve himself with, but there was the one person who dared to meet them in battle. So Darko just sat on a nearby rock and watch the battle unfold.

The horrible stench of fish filled the air as the tension built up between the lone samurai and the group of bandits. That particular scent made Darko wonder what sort of a person was this bandit that he didn't care much about his hygiene and dental care, while covering his nose with his hands due to the unsavory smell. It was then noticeable that the bandit leader had a bruise on his forehead, sign that he just received a headbutt from the samurai. Angry, the bandit leader charged first, using his shield to strike the cocky samurai. The shield landed on the body of the samurai knocking him down, not being able to move for the meantime, But just as the bandit leader started to become boastful by himself, a loud bang reverberated from afar, and another bandit collapsed. Then came another figure from the shadows, his shield bash connecting towards the face of another bandit, and then roared as if victorious. His loud roar seems much like the roar of wolves than the roar of lions, and Darko knew just by this aspect that the shield-wielding bravo was a wolf-hair. Thence came another warrior who tried to pin down the bandit who was hit by something unknown with his katana. The four-on-one situation became an equal bout between two groups. Much more a reason to sit back and watch what was happening. But the sudden healing and physical attack protection cast by the second bandit and the wind of protection done by the third bugged him a bit. Of the four on the other side, none used magic. Darko specialized in magic and also dabbled in healing, but he still decided to watch the four and hoped they formulate some form of strategy. Or they would be decidedly be defeated by these bandits and steal all their belongings. Darko still held back and watched what would happen, until a bandit decided to notice him and try to attack. In that time Darko would not hold back.

Turnout: 704
Ambient: None
Quote: Succeeded in messing with the Zohan, Mangled when trying to mess with Darko.
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hawk, lestivel, Pellinore, Noir

coded by benetnasch of ET

[Pellinore]

	PELLINORE WOLF HAIR GUARDIAN
WORDS: 607	TAGGED: Hawk,lestivel,Noir,Darko Lipowitz

Pellinore had developed tunnel vision, on the battle field there was nothing but him and the bard. All other forces were minor, his canine senses focusing solely on the prey in front of him. He tightened and re-adjusted his grip on his lance, his off hand holding his tower shield ready. He was vaguely aware of the bandit leader yelling at him, the words reaching his ears, ”YOU DARE TOUCH MY SON, MY BLOOD, YOU LITTLE COWARD. GAAH”, the words registered and he knew they were aimed at him but he ignored it. Instead focusing his eyes on the bard. He was also vaguely aware of a presence entering the field, turning his eyes away from his charge for a second, he saw them. A warden had come and was offering assistance, Pellinore ignored it from there. His allies could co-ordinate. All that he needed to do was soak damage, which was what tanks did best. Of course, he could have some fun with it as well.

The guardian licked his lips, ”Preying on poor souls of the city, shame on you and your house.”

The bard reacted quickly, summoning up a <<Phantom Ensemble>>. Almost immediately, Pellinore found himself at risk of being thrown back, driving his feet and shield into the ground to hold his position. The wolf hair guardian growled again, pushing forward against his shield, using it as a windblock to slowly make ground against the enemy. But it was draining, and he found himself getting closer to exhaustion with every second. Yet he continued onwards, pressing himself forward.

It was then that he felt the first sting. A huge thwump and then shooting pain in his shoulder. Pellinore let out a howl of pain, dropping to his knee for a second. Grunting with the effort, the guardian turned towards the direction the pain was coming from and saw it, the assassin had opened fire on him. The user interface merely confirmed his continuous pain, he had been poisoned. Pellinore was pinned, arrows from the flank and wind from the front. The pain was fierce, but by god he would hold the line. However, that didn't change his thought that he wouldn't be able to hold much longer.

It was then that he heard the well dressed man’s voice ” Wolf Hair keep that bard busy! Warden That archer needs to go down, now! Samurai keep doing what your doing!" He was giving orders, and Pellinore was more than happy to oblige. If someone could get the archer off his back, then he was sure that he’d be fine. The thought was ripped from him by the pain of the poison. It was do or die.

With an explosive movement, Pellinore shot himself forward. Allowing himself to take the full battering of the <<Phantom Ensemble>>. As long as he moved forward fast enough, he should be able to reach the bard and strike before he was blown away. Everything else was lost to the guardian, the other bandits, his allies, anyone watching the combat taking place. The only people who existed for Pellinore were himself and the bard. Everything was drowned up by pain and determination.

If the bard even so much as thought of hitting the guardian with a weapon he’d fight back with his <<Counter Break>>. Hoping to turn the bard's blow back against himself. Ideally though, the bard wouldn’t try to attack. And thus would open himself up to an attack from Pellinore’s lance. The guardian would be aiming for the throat, whether he hit it would be another question. As he charged he let out an animalistic roar once moar.

HP: 60% MP: 90%

[Noir]

pull the trigger and end the game

The hype was getting real. The battle had just begin and already the samurai of our group was engaging with the bandit leader. Noir had thrown down a smokescreen into shroud any attacks our group plan to initiate. The swashbuckler had already struck the shaman forcing it to activate a heal and began activating a barrier. The swashbuckler had pulled his pistol and targeted the assassin that had jumped back away from the group and was attempting to attack the guardian with death stinger. All the while the guardian had rushed straight in, this was an attempt for him to fight the bard who had coincidentally activated phantom ensemble. This activated a wind barrier that blew the smoke from the cartridge away.

While the bandit leader and the samurai were engaged in battle, the swashbuckler was attempting to engage the shaman and the guardian on our side was attempting to engage the bard. This meant Noir had to take care of the assassin. This was not going to be very hard as one of his buffs was enhancer. This gave him a bonus ten percent damage with his rifle. With that in mind he activated trained eyes. This move allows him to be much more accurate. Now, Noir was actively watching the archer, his mind was completely focused on him and he was cycling through ideas in his head for skills he can use in order to take the assassin down in a fast manner.

Next meant he would need to activate a cartridge to give him even more damage and better accuracy. With that he activated a cartridge and shouted “Overcharge strike!” This cartridge was needed for his actual attack as it will enhance the effectiveness by fifty percent. With that Noir pointed his rifle to the sky and shouted “Crash Shot!” With that he pulled the trigger and fired a round off into the sky. As it came down it broke off into fragments each targeting the Assassin. He had hopes this would do much more damage than an auto attack.

While his cartridge was still activated he should have time to activate another skill. Noir figured since he just used his single round that this would be a perfect time to activate this skill. Aiming down the sight of the rifle this time he said under his breath, “Wind Bullet.” With that a massive surge of wind swelled up inside of the gun and as Noir pulled the trigger all that air was compressed into a single blast aimed once again straight at the assassin. All of these strikes were intended to take the assassin down so he can help focus on the bard or sham while the samurai fights the bandit leader.

After firing off his attacks Noir had to prepare himself for the next wave of assault. With that he quickly pulled back on the bolt of the rifle opening the chamber ejecting the shell casing inside. As it shot off to the right and collided with the ground the sounds of the impact rang in his ears. He then pulled out another bullet and slid it into the chamber, pushed the bolt forward and loaded it into the gun. He was now prepared for the next wave of attacks, and completely prepared to take down the assassin if they still lived.

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 557 WORDS ● TAGGED Kirkwall Pellinoire Lestivel Darko Lipowitz ● hp 100% MP 75%

deltra of gangnam style

[Hawk]

90%Hp 82%mp

Hawk felt like it was like a life time locked in battle with The Bandit for a life times. Trading blows with each other, hearing the swashbuckler yelling at him "Keep doing what your doing"! Hawk did not appreciate being ordered around but he could not do much being locked by the bandits Heaver Anchor made things difficult by being rooted down by this ugly guardian. Hawk counted the second 10, him and the guardian trade autos and then lock blade and shield 5, he breaks the lock and they auto each other again. That is when things started to go down, Hawk hears the warden yell "Crash Shot!!" and fires his rifle towards the direction above the assassin. Hawks jaw dropped, his face reformed into a wicked smile and started to laugh and shouted at the Bandit Leader, " Your son is about to get destroyed Haha"!

Bandit Leader 70%HP 80%MP

The Bandit Leader face becomes filled with rage as he hears the samurais comment and turns to see the warden's Crash shot flying in the air towards the assassin and his son. He immediately forgot about the samurai and charged  towards his son, yelling "I WILL PROTECT MY SON"!! it was obvious he would not make it in time to protect his son but it put him in range of the Crash Shots fragment radius.

Bandit Assassin 80%HP 90%MP
The assassin tried to flee towards his bard alley as he watched the Swashbuckler come from behind the Wolf Hair guardian. Expecting the swash buckler to come after he dived just barely in to the radius of the bards Phantom Ensemble not before hearing two cracks of gun fire and the shocking of feeling and hearing of two thuds in his chest feeling the agonizing pain of the bullets entering "Gaaahh" he felt safe though until he heard the whistle of another shot flying over his head. "Sweet mother help me now". His face went pale as he felt another shock of paining his chest as he took another shot but where, he looked at the deriction of where it came from and saw the warden. He instantly knew that hes was the orchestrator of his doom.

Bandit Bard 90%HP 80% MP
The Bard began to sweat as he kept playing his lute trying to keep up his phantom ensamble seeing the gurdain still presisting on trying to strike him. He then heard the gurdain Howling in rage at him even  after getting shot by the archer he still presisted on trying to attack him. He then saw the assain leap into his circle of safety but watched his face go pale as looked up. The bard followed where his eyes were pointing then heard the shout coming from his father charging at them yelling "I WILL PROTECT YOU MY SON!" even he knew his father attempt was in vaine he just was not close enough. He stopped playing his lute knowing it was hopless to keep playing as the shot  was about  over head he shook his head in dissapointment as he watched his father running into his doom trying to save him.

Bandit Shaman 55%HP 75%Mp
The shamen was pancking and breathing hard as she watched the her allies getting dissmantled. Not only that she had the the well dressed swashbukler on top of her beating her barrier as it also slowly faded from her she casted prayer recovery on her self again. She knew the fight was ending when she heard the whistling of shot flying over her straight to her companions, She began to flee "Get away from me I do not want to be apart of this anymore!" her barrier finally fadeing away as she turned her back and started to run.

Hawk started to laugh loudly as rested his blade on his shoulder and licked his lips as the shot exploded over the Bard, Bandit Leader, the Wolf Hair Guardian, and archer enveloping the area withing 5 meters with fragments causing major damage due to all the enhancements to all who is under it. He was confident that most of the member under would survive just be heavely  injured and made for easy clean up. The shaman was of no concern of Hawks she was to worried about her self to help her fellow bandits. He began to walk over and anylayze the carnage and see who was left to be dealt with.

Bandit Leader 30%HP 80%MP
Bandit Bard 10%HP 80%MP
Bandit Archer 0%HP 0%MP - Eliminated
Bandit Shaman 60%HP 65%Mp
Hawk 75% HP 84%MP

Word Count; 739
Things look pretty grim for the bandits now,  if you have any concerns or question pm me if not have fun.

[Darko Lipowitz]

As he still sat on the rock, Darko watched the fight unfolding in his eyes nearing its culmination. The fourth warrior now showed his true colors as a warden when he peppered the bandit with a lot of bullets, instantly defeating him. Darko smiled: he saw the potential of firearms for the future fights that he should go through. He certainly would take note of it for his expeditions to the unknown, and also would add the knowledge to his repertoire of weapons. The swashbuckler did a great job pinning the assassin to his doom, and the guardian on his harassing the bard that the bandit leader was constantly worried about who seems to be his son. As if noticing the hesitation of the bandit leader in favor of protecting his son, the samurai had shown his cockiness again, which made Darko felt insulted. There should never be any loose pride in any battle to prevent reverses. But the next thing the samurai did somewhat pleased him. He aimed his rifle at the bard and, with a loud cackle, shoots Fortunately the bandit leader did not think to attack the samurai on his second of defenselessness and endeavored to save the bard at the expense of his own. But that shot should have missed if the bandit leader thought of attacking the samurai while he was still lost in his pride.

The battle went on and on, the bandits were on the losing side with the loss of the assassin and two of them severely injured. That and they initiated the fight, and underestimated the turn of events. It would not hurt if they were ready for anything, even in the unlikely event of three different people with different goals showing up into the fray. Now they are struggling with an equivalent of three melee fighters and three ranged fighters skilled with the use of guns. One of the bandits even tried to escape, leaving behind her other comrades to be safe. The most angering part of this is that she was a supporting class, the class that Darko endeavored to master himself and built his almost every stat and skill points around. It was the most unforgivable thing for Darko: the support, who should bear the brunt of healing allies and incapacitating enemies, would abandon allies and run away. That kind of thing Darko did not do, is not doing, would not do, and would not even dream to do. In what seemed to be a split second he vanished, sign that he used the Sorcerer spell "Blink". He showed up again, that time at the front of the running shaman, and attempted a roundhouse kick at her gut, in which he endeavored to propel her back towards the two other bandit leaders. The kick should not have the same effect as a Monk does it, but it should be enough to push the shaman back to her party. He then faced the shaman, the wand on his left hand glowing with bluish light, and his right hand holding a grimoire, his thumb keeping it open. "You started the fight, have the guts to finish it." he muttered beneath his breath as he took aim of the shaman. He would really fire the magic missile towards the shaman if she would attempt again to go away.

Turnout: 557
Ambient: None
Quote: The Fundamental Law of Supports, by Darko Lipowitz.
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hawk, lestivel, Pellinore, Noir

coded by benetnasch of ET

[lestivel]

100%HP 95%MP

    Things began to take a turn for the comical. The Archer/Assassin had attempted, in vain, to dodge Lestivel's bullets and in doing so he only put himself into the range of the Warden's attack. The blubbering idiot who ran the rag tag group of bandits had tried, again in vain, to save his son, the Bard. This had put him within the range of the warden's attack as well. Lestivel almost broke into laughter from the sheer stupidity of the entire situation, but the battle was still going. The Shaman decided that she had enough and ran off yelling "Get away from me I do not want to be apart of this anymore!"


None of that darling! Lestivel thought as he turned his piston on the fleeing Shaman. It's a shame, she was kinda... Lestivel was cut off on his thought as the Shaman as she was interrupted by an interestingly dressed sorcerer. Lestivel failed to let this phase his concentration. After all a moving target was harder to hit than a still one. Without hesitation he unloaded his last two bullets into the Shaman. This newcomer was an unknown, but then again so were the rest of the people Lestivel had been fighting with. Let's hope these people don't feel like dragging this out longer. With that thought he returned to the fight; moving close enough to the two down bandits that he could easily take them both out. "Verily sir, I advise you yield," Lestivel began as he placed his blade out in front of himself a grin on his face, "Lest thou aspire toward the demise of yourself and your spawn."

[Pellinore]

	PELLINORE WOLF HAIR GUARDIAN
WORDS: 490	TAGGED: Hawk,lestivel,Noir,Darko Lipowitz

The movements around him were almost lost on the guardian, the bandit leader moving towards the guardian in an attempt to save his son, the assassin trying to hide in the phantom ensemble away from Pellinore’s allies. That didn’t matter though, all that mattered was connecting with the bard. It was as he lunged that he noticed that the bard’s eyes dropped, as if he’d lost hope, and he stopped playing his lute. The opening was too good to miss, and the guardian connected his attack, hitting the bard. Only to suddenly be hit by a large amount of shrapnel.

The pain was great as the explosion and subsequent shrapnel shots slammed into him, Pellinore hit the ground trying to cover his head with his shield. What had happened? The guardian felt the damage the shots had done to him and let out a grunt as he tried to force himself back to his feet. Looking over the scene, he was aware of what had happened. The warden had exploded shrapnel above their heads, the archer was dead. And the bard was close to it. As the guardian straightened himself he looked over at his allies, they all seemed in far better condition than himself. It was only then that he noticed that a sorcerer also seemed to be there, a sorcerer who was threatening to kill the shaman if she tried to flee. Pellinore felt agahast at that, she had surrendered, one does not kill a routed or surrendering enemy. It goes against the laws of combat, it was then that he saw the well dressed swashbuckler attack the fleeing shaman, attempting to put two bullets into her back as she ran.

Pellinore sighed, and almost buckled under his own fatigue. Grunting to himself, he allowed his battle rage to subside as he approached the remaining two bandits. The bard was down and out, there was no way he’d be making a recovery in this battle. His father was in better condition, but he wouldn’t have the ability to beat all of them, it would be suicide. Then again, people do crazy things. Pellinore drew his lance, and pointed at the two bandits. They were very close to him, they had all been hit by the same area of effect attack after all, and he had the benefit of reach.

”Good sirs, pleas surrender. This loss is your’s and I do not wish to be a party to any more bloodshed today,” The guardian coughed, shrapnel holes peppering his plate armour.

Either way, if they didn’t surrender quickly, Pellinore would lunge with his lance aimed at the father’s throat. He couldn’t take the risk that there would be a drawn out fight, he was exhuasted and injured. But he wasn’t about to abandon his new allies, this was about his honor and protecting others. He wouldn’t kill if he had the choice, but he would if he needed to.

[Hawk]

Hawks eyes glowed with satisfaction as slowly walked over to ground zero, seeing the allied guardian struggling to keep his composure after being severely wounded pointing his lance at the enemy. Hawk gave him a light pat on the shoulder as he walked by.

How commendable this guradian does have some tenacity i thought he would surely  of died in the blast....

 He laughed as he watch the bandit shaman was hunted down and shot into the back twice by the swash buckler. as she was fleeing and hand delivered to him by a new person who he did not notice before. A level 12 sorcerer who looked very unsatisfied at the shaman as he kicked her back into the group hearing him commenting to her "You started the fight, have the guts to finish it". Hawk twirled his sword as he approached his wounded enemy picking up the bandit leader by his head and looked into his ugly pig face his stench replaced with the smell of gunfire and blood, "So whos victim did you say i was going to be you ugly bastard!" he then threw the bandits head to the ground.

Bandit Leader 30%HP 80%MP

The leader picked him self up on his hands and knees and looked up to the group of adventures with dirt and blood on his face. "I am sorry my lords I know what actions i have done are unforgivable..." He coughs a little spitting up some blood "...But pleas let me pay for what I have done not my son i have dragged him in to this". Tears began to fall free from eyes as he bowed his head exposing his neck to them.

Bandit Bard 10%HP 80%MP

The bards eyes open his body riddled with shrapnel holes, the ringing in his ears slowly began to fade and he started  hearing his fathers sobs as lays there defenseless and begins to cry him self knowing the fate that he and his father have brought  on themselves and he knows there was no escaping it. The ringing completely stops and there he lays waiting for his death.

Bandit Shaman 35%HP 65%MP

The shaman cried as she was shot in the back and then kicked back crying in pain and yelled at them as she sat in the feeble position next to her "comrades". " PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME I DID NOT DO ANYTHING!", She looked toward the samurai and lost all color in here face. She has seen that look that he carried before, his hair covering one eye while the other showed leering with blood lust, that wicked grin and the licking of his lips. She could tell she was doomed there was no stopping that man from killing them. The others looked like they were going to release them with a slap on the wrist but he wanted blood. She began to sob with the rest of her group knowing her fate was sealed.

Hawk was almost glowing with satisfaction. Having the bandit leader bow before him, crying it was almost sickening as the others began to cry too. He tightened the grip on his sword when the Leader began to try to be noble trying to save his son by sacrificing him self. Hawk grinned and said " Do you not realize that when accept some ones challenges to a duel that there is no escaping death if you lose" he began to chuckle "The rest of you are going to die here today, it would be a dishonor to your memory as warriors if i did not kill you right now". This was an obvious excuse for him a reason to shed more blood. Hawk at the moment did not care for the men's  honor he just wanted payback for what this group tried to do to him. He lined his blade on the The leaders neck "Be lucky i do not kill your son before your eyes any last words you bandit..." He lifted his blade ready to executed the Leader "see you in..." he did not get his last words as Hawk sliced his head off. The Leaders body instantly became pixels leaving no loot, Hawk grinned devilishly as he licked his lips and walked over to the Leader's son and leaned over him watching him sobbing knowing his fate already.

Looking at the leaders son, Hawk could not help but laughing a little before he rose up a little and separated his head from his neck dissolving him into pixels leaving no loot.

Father like son....

 Hawk was not satisfied but was not going to hog all the fun, as he looked to the group of adventures and pointed his blad at the Shaman. "Who wants to finish this coward off i will not hog all the fun." Hawk chuckled and looked at the group with a sly grin as he waited for their answer.

Word Count; 819

Bandit Leader- Executed
Bandit Bard -Executed
Bandit Shaman- destiny being decided

Well this thread is coming to a close soon i will let some more dialogue go through if you want your character to interact with anyone els. If not feel free to send your character home and i will close the thread. Had fun hope to see you all in the future.

Noir @pellinore @darkolipowitz @lestival

[Noir]

pull the trigger and end the game

The crashing shot made contact with almost every single member of the bandit party, all except for that pesky shaman. However, he hit the guardian that was aiding in the battle against the bandits. Luckily for him the Guardian didn’t die. Even if he had died he would’ve just respawned at the cathedral but that wasn’t the point. The point was he took a risk and injured someone in his party. This is something he will have to atone for but now was not the time for that. Right now his attention was grabbed by the shaman that was attempting to flee from the scene. However she was stopped by a newcomer. A level twelve sorcerer that forced her back towards the group. The swashbuckler was having none of that and fired two final shots right at the shaman. Unable to dodge she took the rounds straight to the body. However she survived with plenty of health to spare. Whether she was to be spared was left up to the party leader of course.

The bard was down for the count as well. His Phantom Ensemble had faded away and his health points were almost at zero. The samurai had approached the guardian and patted him on the back as he attempted to stand. Noir looked over to the assassin who was out for the count and filled with holes. Noir had done his job and taken care of the assassin in order to prevent the death of the guardian even though he probably did more to the guardian than the assassin did. Noir then looked towards the samurai as he approached the bandit leader. The bandit was pleading for the life of his son as tears rolled down his face. The look on the face of the bard was one of acceptance. He had known what was going to happen to him. Moments later the samurai executed the bandit leader and approached the bard. There was no mercy for this group and the bard too was executed.

Noir approached the guardian and placed a hand on the back of his armor. He looked at him and noticed all the holes filled with shrapnel. An apologetic looked formed on Noir’s face as he spoke “I am so sorry for the damage I dealt to you. I was aiming for the group of bandits in an attempt to deal as much damage as possible to make it easier on the rest of you. I thought you would have a way to reduce the effects of my skill or at the very least defend yourself from it.” With that said he approached the samurai and extended a hand. “I am glad I showed up when I did, it was a chance for me to test my skills and aid someone in battle. I appreciate you leading the front line helping to defend me even though I wasn’t exactly a part of your original group, and as far as the life of the shaman goes, it is up to you and with that I thank you.” After shaking the hand of the samurai Noir would then walk away and leave the group.

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[Darko Lipowitz]

Darko just stood there as he watched the shaman cowering in fear over her fate. That seemed to be normal, because although the others decided to let her go, the samurai still had bloodlust marked in his eyes. That kind of face made Darko wonder if he should have left no one standing of the two groups. His current level currently outstrips all other players and NPCs here in the area, and it should be easy for him to do that. But thinking of the two others who were honorable enough, he digressed on that thought. The only screwball here is the samurai, and Darko should not bother with him for now.

As the bandit leader was finally defeated and broken, he groveled on the floor at the front of the samurai, crying, asking for forgiveness. He also entreated the samurai not to kill his son, the bard. Yet the bard knew what would happen even with the leader's entreaties, and resigned his fate. With the crying of the leader though, all of the others cried. Darko was for letting the bard alive, but the samurai, mildly irked by the unfolding drama, ended both of them, and then burst out with a laugh. That kind of treatment broke what little thread Darko had been maintaining to keep his restraint against the samurai. For him, death should not be taken lightly, even when it's not the adventurers who were killed. Even Darko, who deigned to end the shaman due to the unforgivable action for supports of leaving while everyone was still fighting, was not happy on doing that.

When the samurai asked the other adventurers who should take the honor of killing the shaman, Darko said, his voice somewhat rusty due to lack of use, "Even if I do not know if it is really an honor, I would do it. It is an unforgivable deed that she had made. But I don't treat killing as fun as you do." He then let out a sharp glare at the samurai before moving towards the bandit shaman, still melting in fear. He then muttered towards her, while unsheathing his sword from his back, "You picked them as comrades in battle. Even to the death, you should help them, and then you just deserted them for your own safety? You don't deserve to be a human, much more a shaman." As Darko said those words, the shaman, still horrified by the sight of the samurai with his bloodlust murdering father and son, decided to end her life before any other person does. Darko then closed his eyes, sheathed again the sword, and turned his back away from the corpse which disintegrated into pixels. He then left the group as he walked towards the direction of the woods, without a word.

Turnout: 467
Ambient: None
Quote: Darko hates everyone.
Dramatis Personae: Darko Lipowitz, Hawk, lestivel, Pellinore, Noir

coded by benetnasch of ET

[lestivel]

  The samurai approached the bandits who were begging for their lives. With a blood lust in his eyes he dropped both of the ugly ones. Then let the rest of the group take the Shaman. Lestivel was not one for killing when it was not needed. Unfortunately the level twelve Sorcerer decided to kill the Shaman. If he had been a higher level he would have challenged the Sorcerer but if he did now he would be annihilated. The Warden approached the Guardian and apologized for hatting him with is attack, and with that left.

    Lestivel did not agree with the actions of the samurai, but quite frankly the leader had asked for it. The son not so much. This world was somewhat insane. The Guardian looked injured, but it did not seem like anything some healing or rest could not fix up. Lestivel placed his katana back into its home on his back. Twirling his pistol in his left hand he approached the two remaining players, and with an extravagant bow and tip of his hat he addressed them.   "How now fellow Adventurers. Might I inquire as to the company of which I now hold?"

Tags: Hawk Pellinore

[Pellinore]

	PELLINORE WOLF HAIR GUARDIAN
WORDS: 536	TAGGED: Hawk,lestivel,Darko Lipowitz

HP: 15% MP: 90%
Pellinore struggled to keep his feet, the pain was nearly overwhelming him. His breathing was ragged, and he’d begun to lose feeling in parts of his body, the parts that didn’t hurt like absolute hell that was. The guardian allowed himself to shrink back into his head, allowing his consciousness to escape from the prescense of the pain. All he was aware of was his lance pointed outwards. He was jerked from his safe place by a hand at his shoulder, the first of them, the samurai had patted him on the shoulder. It was light but jerked him out of the safe place, not that he minded, he was happy that the other was happy. The guardian watched onwards as the friendly samurai turned torwards the downed father and son. He spoke for a moment, the words washed away to Pellinore as his pain buzzed through his mind. Then he watched the samurai execute the two men in cold blood. Pellinore gasped, his fist clenching in terrible pain. He… he executed them. They had surrendered… he killed enemies who had surrendered. Pellinore’s thoughts went dead… He had been party to a murder. As he stared off at it, shock richoceting through his brain, he was once more jerked back.

“I am so sorry for the damage I dealt to you. I was aiming for the group of bandits in an attempt to deal as much damage as possible to make it easier on the rest of you. I thought you would have a way to reduce the effects of my skill or at the very least defend yourself from it,” The warden apologised to Pellinore, his eyes filled with genuine apologetic thought.

Pellinore nodded in thanks, Worry… not, friend. I… am okay. I shall live! The guardian laughed, only to suddenly be cut off by the pain that it brought to his chest. A grim smile reaching his cheeks.

The guardian once more straightened himself up and looked up in time to see the last bandit be executed once more, this time by the sorcerer. Pellinore felt ill, these were his allies. And they had executed three people who were downed and out of the battle. The shock and the pain of his injuries combined dropped the guardian to his knees, coughing as he did so. Staring at the ground, the man waved his hand as he forced himself back up. Shaky on his feet, and eyes out of focus he smiled at the others. He watched the warden leave, and raised his hand in farewell to the man.

”My… apologies, friends… It seems I am more hurt than I thought,” The man chuckled once more, ignoring the pain.

With that the guardian watched the well-dressed swashbuckler approach and ask, "How now fellow Adventurers. Might I inquire as to the company of which I now hold?"

”I am called, Pellinore, my friend,” The wolf hair coughed, ”I pride myself... On my appearance and tact, I’m afraid I can’t do that at this time.” He laughed grimly.

Pellinore had no issue with the swashbuckler. And apart from the execution of the bandits, the guardian had no quarrel with the samurai nor the sorcerer.

[Hawk]

Hawk was now satisfied with the victory over the bandits watching  the sorcerer execute the shaman calmed his heart a little as he sheave his katana and smiled. Then the warden who pretty much won the battle came to him and shook his hand before leaving. Hawk did not pay much attention to the sorcerer's comment about killing, in all reality Hawk believed that people dying by his blade was an honor which should be enjoyed by warriors like him. He then watched the sorcerer walk to the forest leaving the group.

Fighting did bring out some of Hawks inner demons though, the thrill of battle just swoons him so much that he looses thought and only thinks about winning and killing. That was  a tale for another time though,the swashbuckler approached them asking them for  their name. He then looked to the guardian wolf tale who was struggling but was able to get his name out. His name is Pellinor, Hawk then smiled and moved some of his hair from his face. "You can call me Hawk.." he knew that most people would disapprove his method of fighting but he believed there was nothing wrong with what he had done. "Glad to have you all assist me in this fight hope we can meet again some time". 

With that comment Hawk left the group using return home. This was the beginning of a great new time in this new world fighting monster, bandits, and meeting new people he could not wait to get started.

word count; 256

Go ahead and make any last posts if you want this thread will be closed by 5:00 pm central.

Pellinore lestivel