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Post by helixraider on Jun 25, 2012 21:39:46 GMT -5
The monthly caravan trade route from Erasmus to the southern most outpost in Thana. A route filled with dangers, wonders and general peril. Something about it had caused Helix to sign up for a round tour with one of these trade caravans and so far, not much had happened. Other than the odd bandit raid or traveler wanting to link up with the caravan, the journey had bee quite uneventful. Which was a good thing, at least that was what Helix was thinking anyway.
Two days of no activity and Helix was glad that the trip was starting to become uneventful, while true he could hold himself in a fight, he was by no means a trained or skilled fighter. Still, it was slightly more experience than what many of the other caravan guards had. These young men and women had signed up, thinking a tour with this caravan would make them easy gold. They were wrong. Several had dropped out, turned around and headed back home, leaving himself and three other guards to watch over the caravan.
Still, at least they had reached the first Elven settlement in the Anatola woods. It was one of the rare abandoned Elven settlements that still remained unoccupied save for the odd traveler that might shelter for the night in these places. Even as the fire crackled and the other caravan guards sat around the boiling stew pot with the merchants and traders they had been hired to protect, Helix sat alone, away from the congregation of guards and merchants. It was times like these Helix appreciated.
While he could have a conversation with the guards, he found it difficult to understand what they were talking about, instead, night after night, he had wandered a short distance away from the others, lighting a small fire and boiling his own pot of caravaner stew and coffee while checking each one of his axes. A particular habit developed having lived in a place where rust would set into the metal without cause or notice. He sighed quietly, looking up at the forest canopy above.
"Quiet night tonight." He leaned back into the tree he was resting against, letting his axes rest besides him. For now, he was content on just sitting there, listening to the fire quietly crackle away as he contemplated things as he often did while traveling.
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Post by Eli Jupiter Lux on Jun 26, 2012 0:03:56 GMT -5
Eli decided to circle the encampment, right hand to his mouth as be bit on his nails. The weather was mild, nice compared to the usual stormy weather that was ahead of them. Erasmus was known for the constant rain that loomed over the cliff settlement. The soldier had joined up when the caravan first left from the rebel city, he knew too well that the kids who were volunteering had no idea of the journey ahead of them. The man kept his left hand in his pocket, close to his sword ready to unsheathe it if he spotted someone or something that was out of place. The woods that surrounded the abandoned city were filled with all sorts of beasties, who knew what might think the members of the caravan to be a good snack?
The soldier's stomach growled causing him to frown, all the patrolling and he had completely forgot to feed himself. Eli let out a bit of a groan as he reached for his satchel only to notice he had left it near the campfire. Turning on his heel the man stared into the darkness of the abandoned city, off in the distance he could see the flickering fire where the majority of the caravan had settled for the night. Cutting through the city seemed like it would be the quickest route but then he would have stopped short. Grumbling to himself, Eli decided it best to carry on and worry about food when he got to the end of his self appointed patrol. The walk seemed longer than it should have but he eventually neared the others, the main campfire was in sight. The soldier was ready to sprint to the finish, feeling more like he was finishing a race than a patrol. He would have ran up to them cheering if not for the man hearing a sound off to the side. Eli's ears perked up, turning his head he looked into the forest, another campfire was flickering not too far away. His stomach growled again urging him back to his satchel, back to the food that he longed for, but his head told him no.
The man let out a sigh and turned into the forest to investigate, his patrol was almost finished there was no sense cheating now. Heavy booted feet kicked up the dirt from the forest floor as Eli made his way closer. He pushed his hair out of his face as and gripped the handle of his sword with his left hand, just ahead he could hear someone mutter. Leaning around a tree Eli attempted to get a look at whoever was making camp before charging in. Recognizing the face of the camper Eli relaxed, taking his hand off his sword as his stepped into the flickering light. Stuffing his hands in his pockets the man looked around as if to seem casual, "hey..."
A cheap greeting, Eli know it was, but he didn't have much to say to the man. He hadn't even caught his name, in fact he had only seen him during the day when they traveled. The soldier sighed, leaning against a tree and staring into the campfire for a moment before he decided to continue. "Why are you settled way over here?" it was an honest question. Eli was curious, "wouldn't it be better to stay with the rest of the caravan? Safety in numbers and all that..."
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Post by helixraider on Jun 26, 2012 3:23:35 GMT -5
Helix looked up at Eli, giving him a slight now, acknowledging his arrival to his small fire separate from the main caravan. "Truth in what you say there. Safety in greater numbers. Their talk is foreign to me here. I catch words that tell me they think of eating, drinking and screwing the nearest bar wench that is within arms reach." He picked up a small branch that had been sitting right besides him, using one of his throwing axes to gently peel away the bark from the branch. "You are not like them. Not thinking of women and beer. Professional soldier? Good to have you hear. More than what they possess between them. Swords as dull as sticks. Armour as thin as paper. No real weapons or armour. Offered yet refused. To head strong. To reckless. You were there when young Ural was killed that day. Spear pierced his heart and bled. What they did was not respect. Loot his body for his gear and gold. Thieves in making that lot are." He pointed his axe to a spot near the fire, offering Eli a place as he continued to carve the branch he held in his hand. "Your taking this job seriously. More than what they are taking. Professional soldier in previous life?" He went silent for several minuets as another burst of drunken laughter erupted from the guards and merchants of the caravan. He shook his head as he turned his attention back to the small stew pot simmering on the fire. "Stew?" He offered, holding out a small wooden bowl with matching spoon and fork.
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Post by Eli Jupiter Lux on Jun 26, 2012 11:11:29 GMT -5
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"Aye, most of these boys probably haven't been out from their mother's sing very long," Eli looked over his shoulder as he heard drunken roars. Shaking his head Eli settle down on the forest floor, "I wonder what their mama's would think knowing what they did to Ural's remains." Eli remembered volunteering to help with the boys burial. Even on the road, a boy deserved his last rights. "They are just here for quick gil," it was a fools dream these days. Quick gil was for the corrupt, others had to work for their money. Crossing his arms over his chest the soldier shrugged a bit at the his comment, "I just don't see a point in fooling around, it is only going to cause problems for everyone." Eli smiled up at the strange looking man, he know that he was foreign but he couldn't really place where he came from. Normally it was easy for him to at least guess where it was that people came from but Eli decided no to put much thought on it.
"If I were fooling around like the right of them their would nobody to patrol," Eli nodded off into the distance. Remembering the long walk he had just done around the old city, "how will they get drunk and sleep if monsters come to eat them in the night?" The soldier let out a chuckled before taking the wooden bowl that the foreigner offered, "thank you."
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Post by helixraider on Jun 26, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
Helix muttered something under his breath barely audiable to Eli's ears. "Poor Ural. Wanted different future he did. Aspiring artist he was." He poured a large spoonful of stew into Eli's bowl before serving himself a portion of the local cooking. "Local meat. Squirrel of some kind. No toxins present in the meat. Local herbs added for flavor as well. No toxins present." Another burst of laughter interrupted Helix. "Those young ones. Getting on nerve they are. Eating and drinking. Couldn't even block a simple axe strike from me." He gave Eli a long hard look, besides a sword and a pair of gauntlets that had seen better days, Helix could tell that Eli had professional training from some kind of military academy. "So. What is your story? We never even introduced ourselves. You've always been scouting or ahead of the caravan. First time to speak this is."
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Post by alexbowmen on Jun 27, 2012 9:37:30 GMT -5
Bowmen had been sleeping but the drunken fools had woke him up and one even tried stealing his gear and after fending off he made his way to a nearby abandoned building. He had been traveling wit the caravan to earn some gil to pay for rent and food and to save up for a new weapon or a vehicle. The building wasn’t big nor was it small it had one door and four windows as far as bowmen could tell. Bowmen gripped vanishing star’s handle and walked inside, he was greeted by cob webs and dust. “Now if nanako where here she would be throwing a fit.” He thought to himself with a smile. As he ventured further into the building he found it was once somebody’s home as it contained two bedrooms and one of them contained a crib. Bowmen payed his respects to whoever the original inhabitants where before leavening, he thought it was only polite that he do so since he was intruding in their home even if they were long gone. Bowmen watched the drunkenness continue at the camp and decided it was better if he went on patrol.
Bowmen wandered aimlessly around the woods keeping a eye out for anything that could attack the caravan. He walked for awhile stopping once in awhile to check his surroundings. He heard a noise of some sort and when he looked to confirm the source he saw it was a rabbit. Bowmen pulled out shooting star his custom gunblade that acted like a pistol with a large fixed bayonet and took aim. He stopped sort of pulling the trigger and thought if it was a good idea, well if those drunken morons don’t give away the caravans position nothing will, he pulled the trigger and the rabbit jerked into the air and fell to the ground. Bowmen retrieved his prize and continued on, he continued walking on. He spotted a fire and saw two men standing around it and approached them rabbit in one hand gunblade in the other. Bowmen heard one of the men comment on the men getting drunk and sleeping while monsters eat them. “Well if they fall asleep and a monster attacks we can use them as bait.” He said
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Post by Eli Jupiter Lux on Jun 27, 2012 11:10:45 GMT -5
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"Squirrel is better than stale bread," Eli commented before blowing on the steaming hot stew in his wooden bowl. He sipped on it a bit, drinking from the bowl like it was a cup. The soldier was happy to have a excuse not to answer right away, he didn't really have a story to tell the man. The thought of trying to explain something like his background to anyone made his stomach turn, even if this man was a foreigner. Holding his bowl in both hands, Eli brought it away from his face, opening his mouth as if to say something before he was interrupted by someone's voice. Turning his head quickly Eli looked up from his sitting place, his face looking stern as if he had been startled. He quickly fixed his expression into a grin as he took in the words that had just been said.
"Aye, they will make good bait. G' evening Bowman," Eli greeted nodding his head at the man. Though he didn't know him personally he had heard Bowman introduce himself to others in the caravan. Looking him over Eli noted the rabbit he was holding and motioned for him to sit with them, "yuh wake up hungry?" Eli recalled Bowman being asleep near the main campfire before he had left on his patrol. Another roar of laughter from that direction made Eli look over to the drunks, he was amazed that Bowman had managed to get any sleep at all over there.
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Post by helixraider on Jun 27, 2012 11:30:17 GMT -5
Helix glared in the direction of the drunken guards and merchants, he was starting to really lose his calm. Despite being in a small abandoned and well defensible location, their boisterous laughter and drunken nature was really becoming more of a liability rather than an asset. It was a miracle really that no one had tried to attack them even in this state. While he had no doubt that Eli, the Bowmen and himself could repel a small raiding force, if the bandits or worse, enemy soldiers that were rumored to wander the woods attack the caravan, then they would have no real way of offering any kind of meaningful resistance. "Its a real wonder why every bandit and enemy soldier inhabiting these woods have not decided to attack us here. With this lot intoxicated, the best they could do is probably throw up on their attacker while impaled on a spear." Helix offered the Bowmen a spot by the fire, holding out a spare wooden bowl, spoon and fork for the man. "You must sleep heavy if you were able to catch any rest with those lot in the state they are. They will regret this in the morning though. In a saying of my home world, they will be needing the Hair of the Dog in the morning to get going." He muttered another curse under his breath as one of the guards fell off his stool, landing somewhat awkwardly on his back, much to the amusement of his comrades. "They will be the death of us I swear. Surprised no bandit, rouge, assassin or soldier has tried anything yet. Your patrol returned empty I take it? And, you two, joined the caravan early I remember that much but always you two were busy or away on patrol or scouting. No names ever exchanged that much I do remember." He extended his hand in a friendly greeting. "I am Storm Heavy Havoc Helix Firestorm Raider. Many have known me to be Helix the Traveler. The reason I am here with this caravan? A simple tour, to earn some coin, but before you think me greedy for money, I am not. A chance to travel and the promise from the merchants for a free resupply of food and medicine I will require for my next planned leg of the travels I plan of."
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Post by alexbowmen on Jun 27, 2012 14:16:27 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t say it turned up empty.” He said as he held the rabbit up. “Was a mean bastard he was.” He said joking. Bowmen knew if he saved the meat and fur he could get some gil but was willing to offer it up to his companions. “Need some more meat?” he asked peering at the stew while he took a bowl with some stew in it and a spoon. He had a bite of the stew and chewed it thoughtfully. The drunkenness continued to escalate bowmen hoped a brawl or something would happen soon just so a few of them would shut their mouths. “I have no idea how I managed to sleep through that.” Bowmen said as he finished his bowl of stew and then picked up shooting star and a rock and proceeded to sharpen the blade. The engraved image of fenrir howling to the moon glistened on the blade along with the key chain of odin from the fires light. “I’m here because I need to pay rent for my home and save up money for a machinegun and hopefully a vehicle of some sort I don’t care what it is as long as I can get from place to place quickly.” He said finishing his task before taking the rabbit and carefully cutting into it making sure to keep the fur in as neat of a condition as possible.
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Post by Trundle on Jun 28, 2012 0:24:42 GMT -5
It had been days since Trundle had eaten.
Not that this bothered him all too much but he was beginning to feel his body becoming weary from the lack of sustenance. That and the simple wandering about and waiting for the next something or other to simply fall into his lap offered little in way of entertainment or distraction from the pestering needs of a physical body. Thus it came to mind, when he came to a place with deeper brush there in the Anatolian woods, that "fun," came in a variety of methods and one of those methods was in the act of simply consuming food. Indeed, feasting on a meal of uncooked rat and molded mushrooms appealed to him now and thus Trundle now sought to find such satisfaction and satiation in these old and forlorn Elven woods.
It was not long before coming to a place not far off from a certain encamped caravan, that he heard their voices chattering in the distance like birds in the morning light. Trundle's acute hearing caught on to this quite easily in the midst of his hunt for what he hoped to be for Giant Rat. Although Trundle didn't care much for associating himself with whatever voices he was hearing in the near distance, he assumed, and assumed rightly, that whoever they were carried with them rations and such rations would be easily and delightfully pilfered especially if they were Odulians.
A sly grin crossed his face as the clever thought crossed his mind.
Thus, Trundle crept slowly through the dark wood, toward the sound of conversation, like an animal stalking it's prey or like a great hunter closing in on his kill. When he came to this place he remained hidden and watched, inspecting, analyzing in just what way the guards were positioned as circumferential perimeter watch in and such a sight indeed gave confirmation that this was none other than a traveling band of Humes. Trundle grinned in delight once more for he knew the delicate and fragile constitution of a Hume; how they were easily crushed, torn, pulled apart, made to bleed, made to run in fear, made to fear fear itself, but this night his intentions were not for battle, or kill, though battle he will should the need arise, and kill he will most definately should these be of the Odulian sort.
Already, the putrid smell of Trundle's filth filled the air and crept it's way toward the encampment like a thick setting fog for all therein to be covered in. All the while, the smell of dead rabbit caught his senses clear and further fueled his lust for whatever intention he had hoped to accomplish this night. He knew what it was that he had to do, for he has seen it already play out in his mind like the brilliant game that this is, and if would be for any other reason beside the meal of raw rabbit meat, it would be simply to cause these Humes to run in dread of his greater strength as he laughed and cackled behind their pathetic display of cowardice and weakness.
There would be no stopping him.
The Troll sprang forth like a mighty lion from the brush that hid his presence and indeed, he made his presence known for all to see with a triumphant and boisterous war cry that echoed unto the heavens this very night.
"R,Raid!" The guards, in drunken stupor, all called out in slurs and drunken fervor as they hastily, slowly, and staggeringly mobilized quite sloppily whilst taking up backwards arms against a single troll that so suddenly appeared as though a specter in the night. To them, perhaps, this one troll appeared as many as often a drunkard's vision was left to conjure such deceptions. Nevertheless, he seemed to have ignored them, however, for they were a trivial matter and easily sundered should they decide to do something as foolish as attacking. No, they were not an issue, for his gaze was fixed upon a single man holding the corpse of a rabbit he had freshly caught. Such a man, Trundle did charge forth, like an angered bear, through the wall of wine drowned guards that served to do all but stop Trundle as they were knocked to the ground fairly easily by the marauding troll who quickly closed in on his target.
And there was panic in the group.
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Post by Eli Jupiter Lux on Jun 28, 2012 21:42:10 GMT -5
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"What is that smell?" Eli let out a muffled groan from behind his hand. "It smells like something died and has been rotting in the sun for days." The soldier put down his bowl, his appetite completely ruined. He was about to stand up and attempt to find the source of the stench when he heard more drunken shouting. At first he assumed it was just the drunk boys making noise like always but the sounds was off, was that weapons he heard? Hurrying to his feet Eli grabbed the handle of his sword and unsheathed before rushing back towards camp. The closer the soldier got to the caravan the thicker the stench seemed to be, the smell was even starting to make his eyes burn and water.
"What in the name of all chaos is that?" Eli muffled, his right hand still over his face. The creature seemed to be easily tossing the drunk men to the side, trying to get them out of the way as if he had a mark to get to. Cursing under his breath Eli repositioned his feet, turning side face, preparing for an oncoming attack. His left foot pointed forward the soldier on chanced a quick look over his shoulder to see if Helix and Bowman had followed to investigate as well.
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Post by helixraider on Jun 28, 2012 22:00:26 GMT -5
"Smells like week old corpse......" And then Helix herd the somewhat drunken cry of alarm from one of the caravan guards.
"R... Raid."
Helix turned in time to see the cause of the alarm and by the sights of this thing attacking the caravan, this was no false alarm nor no simple bandit raid. "Were under attack." Helix sprang to his feet, gripping his Relic Axe tightly as he freed a throwing axe from his belt. "Guards, get that caravan out of here. Head for the next checkpoint. If we don't rondevu with you in three days, continue on without us. Swordsman, gunman, on me. Nothing fancy, no heroics. Just kill this damned corpse of a thing." With a slight grunt of exertion, Helix fired the first shot of the battle, throwing one of his throwing axes at Trundle, its heavy axe head was certain to do some serious damage to what appeared to be a walking corpse.
[First strike, Throwing axe: 10 damage, -5 damage resistance for one turn]
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Post by alexbowmen on Jun 29, 2012 0:01:48 GMT -5
Bowmen was almost done skinning the rabbit using careful precision with his gunblade, he wanted the fur to be in as nice of condition as possible so it would be worth more gil. bowmen sniffed the air as a horrible stench started comeing. “Something smells like shit.” He would say. He was done with removing the rabbits fur and stashed it away, he set the meat down the ground clearly he didn’t care if the meat got dirty and a little dirt was good for your health anyway. Bowmen then got to his feet and drew Vanishing Star his other gunblade from its holster and checked that it had six bullets in it, its blade shined in the moonlight the engraved image of ifrit visible and seemed to come off the blade as if it was trying to join the fight. Bowmen followed Eli and stopped to watch the watch the monster attacking the guards. “Is it that thing that smells like shit?” Bowmen aimed the shooting star at the beast and popped off a shot and aimed for another compensating for the beasts speed and distance and fired another shot.
{gunblade Shooting Star two shots fired at trundle, damage 10 each shot, ammo remaining 3 rounds 1 shot used on the rabbit and 2 on trundle.}
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Post by Trundle on Jul 1, 2012 22:34:11 GMT -5
Of course there would be opposition.
There always was.
Especially in the case of a single marauding troll come to raid a Hume caravan of it's riches, though in this case, Trundle's eyes were set on that rabbit and nothing would stand in his way. And indeed, nothing did offer obstruction between him and his catch, for even in the midst of axes being thrown by more sober hands and the threat of gunfire shewn his way, Trundle did not waver.
Not one second did he back down.
For the axes found themselves striking the bluntness of solid stone called a weapon to Trundle and in such a striking did these axes find themselves a useless tool on the cool dirt below.
Trundle let out a boisterous and lasting laugh then, and also after, as the bullets, that were of an even less concern, found themselves on a course traveling underneath the troll for Trundle simply leaped o'er them with a single great bound. Therein upon landing, he was found standing face upon face with the man who had first come as though a valiant hero; Eli.
In so doing, Trundle simply stared at him for a moment, the insulting grin on his face indicative of a feral being who would not stop until he held in his putrid hands that which he came to acquire. Knowing the safety of his own position, in that his companions, if they cared enough, would not continue throwing axes or shooting bullets in this direction lest they strike a fatal wound upon Eli, Trundle remained unmoved and unwavering. A familiar scent caught Trundle's senses and it came from this man, this Eli, and it was such a scent that it filled him with a greater rage and such a rage did indeed fuel his strength.
With that boiling rage given the Troll struck a harsh blow upon Eli's chest with the back of his stony and filthy left hand. Such power, such raw and unrefined force, would surely send this man aflight some odd number of feet and unto the cold soft dirt though such a strike was simply feral and driven by anger; a strong anger. And though Eli would suffer no death or harsh consequence from such a blow aside from the pain and bruising Humes were so easily taken to, it was clear that for whatever reason, this rabid troll has made his mark upon Eli.
The rabbit was no longer a concern,
For therein was a hatred,
A hatred toward a soldier;
A soldier deserving a fate worse than death.
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Post by Eli Jupiter Lux on Jul 3, 2012 10:21:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:100px; background-image:url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png)][atrb=vAlign,top][style=border:10px solid #3b3b3b; border-radius:5px; height:100px; width:100px; margin:7px; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/oay783.jpg);][/style][style=background-color:#3b3b3b; padding-top:5px; padding-bottom:5px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; font-family: times new roman; font-size:10px; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:2px; width:220px; transform:rotate(-90deg); -moz-transform:rotate(-90deg); -webkit-transform:rotate(-90deg); -o-transform:rotate(-90deg); color:#fff; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px #000; margin-left:-60px; margin-right:-160px; margin-top:100px; margin-bottom:-70px; border-radius:10px 0px 0px 10px; text-align:right;]you can grow but remember empires always fall [/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=background-color:ffffff; height:380px; overflow-y:auto; overflow-x:hidden; text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;] It seems the battle had already begun, sword drawn, Eli watched as an axe flew toward the troll and then bullets from Bowmen's gun blade. The soldier took in the situation, it seems that for some reason the creature had become enraged, and who wouldn't after having been shot at and had an axe thrown at them. Instinctively the soldier brought his blade up to counter the attack from the troll, the attempt was futile. The large rock that the smelly creature wielded smashed into the man's chest, Eli flew back as the air was knocked right out of him. Tucking inward he skidded across the ground and did his best to make sure he wasn't harmed from the impact that soon came, the creature had managed to knock Eli right into a nearby tree.
"Don't get close enough for it to hit you," the soldier couldn't help but groan out his words as he made his way upright. "Chaos has blessed this monster with great strength." The man put himself in a ready position again, this time anticipating the trolls hard swing Eli stayed on his toes. He would need to be more evasive to defeat this creature, if only he had a weapon of greater range. Ducking to the side Eli attempted to flank the troll, slicing at the creature across the middle. If the blow landed he would slice the monster across the belly, he only hoped that creatures blood wouldn't taint his sword with it's stink.
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[style=font-family:times; font-size:9px;]MADE BY RIVER OF CTL and OTE[/style] [ stats -- basic attack -- bastard sword -- 55 damage -- battle words 115]
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