Ayers123
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Hi, I'm Ayers and I've written a short story as application to bards.
Tthe battle raged around Ayers as he froze in place, staring at his nemesis on the other side of the bridge. Tim was sprinting across his battle lines, bellowing commands and occasionally unleashing fireballs with a swing of his glowing staff. Ayers watched as the spiralling inferno collided with an archer, igniting his armour armour and sending him screaming into the gaping abyss below, which welcomed him with open arms. Waking from his shock, Ayers leapt into action, jumping from the bridge towards a crumbling wall, and jamming his staff into a crack in the rubble. This broke his fall, and he swung around his staff like a tree branch. Once his momentum had slowed he pulled the staff from the stone and dropped to the ground. Swiftly he snuck around a few buildings, reduced to piles of rubble. He peeked through a makeshift arrow slit to see that Tim had pulled back from the battle-lines to heal. With his absence, the gondorians seemed to be co fused, and mordor was making a push. take him out, and the gondorians will fall. ayers realised.
Now was the time to strike, Ayers thought, and silently leapt from the remains of a ruined tower, spiralling through the air towards Tim. As he fell he sent a ball of flame towards the head of the enemy commander. Tim turned at the sound of the ignition and span to counter the fireball with his staff, dispelling the missile in a cloud of smoke. Ayers hurtled through the smoke like an artillery shell, bringing his staff to meet Tim's with a crack like a lightning bolt. Ayers leapt back, spinning his staff over his head. Tim also span his staff, readying it for a future strike.
'Are you ready to face the Irish thunder?'
Ayers taunted. Tim roared in retort and leapt towards him. Ayers swung his staff at Tim's legs, but Tim flipped over the stroke and swung his staff toward Ayer's back. Ayers leaned back at lightning speed, as the stroke sailed over his head. Tim let loose a fireball at Ayers, and before he could react the fireball struck him in the chest. Ayers was flung across the road, and collided with a ruined wall, bringing down a shower of dust and pebbles. Tim approached the incapacitated mage, spinning his staff to finish the job.
'I should let you know Tim, I ... have .... mad ....'
'Mad what?'
Tim asked, eager to know his victim's last words.
Ayers grinned.
''Mad skills.'
Launching a fireball into Tim's chest, Ayers leapt to his feet, and swung his staff in a wide ark, smashing into Tim's skull, and knocking him the the ground. As Tim lay incapacitated on the ground, Ayers stood over him, and raised his staff to finish the job. As he prepared to bring the staff down, Tim lashed out at Ayer's legs, sending him sprawling. Tim rolled onto Ayers grabbing his head in both hands, and pressing his fingers into his eyes.
'And I bashed her head in, like-'
'Oh hell no.'
Tim noticed too late the point of Ayer's staff at his chest. With a shower of gore and fire, Tim slumped, as his body evaporated into smoke. Gondor's forces were leaderless, confused and being crushed by Mordor, at least until,Tim respawned.
This story was based of an encounter I had with Tim whilst playing Osgiliath earlier.
Tthe battle raged around Ayers as he froze in place, staring at his nemesis on the other side of the bridge. Tim was sprinting across his battle lines, bellowing commands and occasionally unleashing fireballs with a swing of his glowing staff. Ayers watched as the spiralling inferno collided with an archer, igniting his armour armour and sending him screaming into the gaping abyss below, which welcomed him with open arms. Waking from his shock, Ayers leapt into action, jumping from the bridge towards a crumbling wall, and jamming his staff into a crack in the rubble. This broke his fall, and he swung around his staff like a tree branch. Once his momentum had slowed he pulled the staff from the stone and dropped to the ground. Swiftly he snuck around a few buildings, reduced to piles of rubble. He peeked through a makeshift arrow slit to see that Tim had pulled back from the battle-lines to heal. With his absence, the gondorians seemed to be co fused, and mordor was making a push. take him out, and the gondorians will fall. ayers realised.
Now was the time to strike, Ayers thought, and silently leapt from the remains of a ruined tower, spiralling through the air towards Tim. As he fell he sent a ball of flame towards the head of the enemy commander. Tim turned at the sound of the ignition and span to counter the fireball with his staff, dispelling the missile in a cloud of smoke. Ayers hurtled through the smoke like an artillery shell, bringing his staff to meet Tim's with a crack like a lightning bolt. Ayers leapt back, spinning his staff over his head. Tim also span his staff, readying it for a future strike.
'Are you ready to face the Irish thunder?'
Ayers taunted. Tim roared in retort and leapt towards him. Ayers swung his staff at Tim's legs, but Tim flipped over the stroke and swung his staff toward Ayer's back. Ayers leaned back at lightning speed, as the stroke sailed over his head. Tim let loose a fireball at Ayers, and before he could react the fireball struck him in the chest. Ayers was flung across the road, and collided with a ruined wall, bringing down a shower of dust and pebbles. Tim approached the incapacitated mage, spinning his staff to finish the job.
'I should let you know Tim, I ... have .... mad ....'
'Mad what?'
Tim asked, eager to know his victim's last words.
Ayers grinned.
''Mad skills.'
Launching a fireball into Tim's chest, Ayers leapt to his feet, and swung his staff in a wide ark, smashing into Tim's skull, and knocking him the the ground. As Tim lay incapacitated on the ground, Ayers stood over him, and raised his staff to finish the job. As he prepared to bring the staff down, Tim lashed out at Ayer's legs, sending him sprawling. Tim rolled onto Ayers grabbing his head in both hands, and pressing his fingers into his eyes.
'And I bashed her head in, like-'
'Oh hell no.'
Tim noticed too late the point of Ayer's staff at his chest. With a shower of gore and fire, Tim slumped, as his body evaporated into smoke. Gondor's forces were leaderless, confused and being crushed by Mordor, at least until,Tim respawned.
This story was based of an encounter I had with Tim whilst playing Osgiliath earlier.
