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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

Dimitri crashes into the guard that opened the door with his shortsword drawn, slicing into the man's neck. He then throws the hopefully dead guard into the guards with pikes, and rushes the guard that rose a point. "To arms, sons of the Valar!" he shouts. Hopefully, his comrades would join him in battle.

((Also, since Riko seems to not be responding, should I reply for him or what?))
 
"You two" Iver said pointing at the the dalish and the dwarf [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://s3.amazonaws.com/files.enjin.com/187965/site_logo/small.png" name="KingTraitor"]18966657[/user] "I'm getting the fck out of here and than haedding back to Dale. Wanna join?" He said hoping to get those two to help him escape."if we make it out of here alive I'ma pay you a good price"
 
Grimnir takes the keys from the dead Captain, and hides it well in his armour. He knew he had but limited option, and had to act quickly, luckily Grimnir has experience since he managed to pull off weirder stuff in his life, and confronted weirder situations. He looks for a window fit enough for him to escape through, would that not work, he knew exactly what to do next. Blend in with the surprised guards.

If there is a window he could escape out, he'd do this.
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If there isn't, he puts on his cloak, and runs towards the shocked guards, "The Captain! He has been stabbed by an assassin! Quickly, go save him! Now Now Now!" He says to the guards manipulating their ways of thinking he hopes. By scaring them so much he attempts to blend in, and quickly head for the cells if they were left without any guards, or a few.
 
((Dimitri, you may RP for him until he returns. Also guys, try not to power-game too much. If you want to kill a guard, make a move such as "Deslan rushes to knife one in the stomach." Then wait for a response. Try to make one move at a time. I'll reply once everyone has finished a response.

*Gunda, the Windows are all barred. You can attempt to blend in with the guards and you will likely have success considering the circumstances however your height and beard are factors which give your identity away. Remember that. Also, ditch the axe if you intend to hide yourself among the guard otherwise you won't be able to conceal it in your cloak.))
 
"Aye,I'm in Dale-ish man" Thoruk answers while looking around. "How'd you think we get out of here lad?" Thoruk asks while he gets up and tries to get a spear from the ground that a guard just let loose of. ((They dropped some spears/weapons after Dimitri killed one and pushed him into the others, right?))
 
Sigeric awoke well-rested and alert, quickly examining the situation. Alarm bells were tolling, the cell was open, and the metal-armed man had just tried to stab a guard. What poor timing. The prisoners were outnumbered with no weapons in their possession. They should have waited for a better opportunity. The northman had to make the best of it, however, and rose to fight alongside Dimitri, rushing to tackle the closest vulnerable guard. He hoped that his armour might absorb any lucky blow the target might land.
 
"I have a caravan just outside town and enough money to travel all the way back to Dale. if we can find our stuff I might even find us a way outside town" he said to the dwarf as the other dalish guy [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user]ignored him. "We just need to get out of here so let's go and make a run for it, you can say that you are that other dwarf and I can make up a story if we will need. Rush toward the main door now"
Iver then rushed the door (with the dwarf?) Screaming"the prisoners escaped and killed the guards!"
 
"Lets crash the party, shall we?" Margoz joined Dimitri into battle. If Dimitri kills one of the guards, he will try to pick up his weapon.
 
Four constables rushed past Grimnir, "Argh, the Captain!" One exclaimed seeing his corpse bleeding out in the hallway, oblivious of the true assailant.

The prison cells were nearby down two corridors and near the main hallway. Grimnir could find his way there but would find himself surrounded and swarmed by near 20 guards and constables that were patrolling the barracks as a result of the tripped alarm. He would be able to spot the commotion between the Greenway Guards and the prisoners but from a distance. Approaching would be difficult, yet, the chaos provided decent cover for these limited moments. Would Grimnir seize this opportunity to get close and pull off a rear strike or retreat from the barracks all together? Would Mahal forgive him if he left his brethren to die alone? Would Durin honour it? [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]

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Dimitri managed to slay the first guard with that quick stab, he successfully threw him, however, the body flopped a few feet short leaving the pike-guards unscathed. His short blade was blocked by the shield of the next guard and he was slammed back before a sword came up to meet his own blade.

Thoruk claims the fallen guard's blade, he did not have a spear but was now facing another swordsman who had entered the cell. Just before Thoruk was struck by the incoming sword, Sigeric dashed into the man and sent both flying out of the cell and into the mass of guards and constables outside. Within a dozen of seconds, Sigeric had the shit beaten, quite literally, out of him and lay in unmoving on the ground. The guards had kicked, punched and prodded him before knocking him out with a couple of armored fists to the face. ((Sigeric down for the count.))

Margoz would see that Thoruk snatched up the sword first. He had the option of helping either Dimitri or Thoruk in their fights, however, he could also try to rouse Deslan and Elodrin to fight.

"What the fu-" Sarg was rushed by Iver and was barely able to raise his shield in time. Iver ran face first into a wooden shield, his front teeth biting down on his tongue from the collateral damage. Blood gushed from his wounded tongue and the pained seemed to override his senses. Before Iver could react the shield came swinging around and knocked him out, sending him toppling to the prison cell floor. ((Iver down for the count.))

(([user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Szucsclan/74.png" name="Szucsclan"]12519458[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user] Sigeric and Iver are inactivated. Dimitri-Thoruk-Margoz are engaged in combat. Deslan and Elodrin are awaiting deployment. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] I replied on the other page, at the last post, sorry I didn't tag you in it.))
 
Iver had those crazy dreams again, maybe it has something to do with him getting hit in the head so many times.
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The real messed up part begins at 7:25
 
Dimitri tries to force back the guard by backing up and slamming into the shield with his armored shoulder. Deslan gets ready to battle, but is unsure of what to do.
 
Thoruk grabbes the sword with one hand and while blocking a few hits from his opponent, he tries to tell someone to help him by backstepping the guard, but the others are to busy with the other guards, so he fully concentrates on his opponent, takes the sword with both handes and goes a few steps back to not get hit by his enemies swings till he feels the wall behind him. At this moment the young dwarf thinks "The next hit he tries to land, I'll dodge towards the left side and give him some stings underneath his chest from the side." "Let's hope this works." he says to himself as his enemy starts to swing his sword.
 
”Deslan! Elodrin! Stay behind an armed partner to stabilize their balance or join them if you are armed!” Margoz said as he would be behind Thoruk, boosting his stability during combat while looking ways to find a weapon.
 
Grimnir sees the options, the possibilities. Without hesitating he rushes towards the prisoner's quarters, and amidst the battle a large battle cry could be heard "Grimnir's Wrath!", with the cloaked figure jumping with a karate kick onto someone while aiming his axe sideways in air to deliver a devastating hit against as many Guards as possible. Agile he moved, he hopes that all his years upon years of total war he could live up to his name of the Crimson Dwarf.
 
Dimitri's tactic succeeds and the guard he was fighting reels backwards from the blunt force of the assault. He still maintained his stance, yet, was backing off from Dimitri.

The other guard swung his sword at Thoruk and surprisingly the dwarf did manage to dodge the blow, strike hard and give the man a vicious blow. He gasped, the air knocked out of him, and fell to his knees wheezing. Before Thoruk could take advantage of this, a shield appeared out of thin air to his left and helped make his face make love to the wall. Or, well, just flatten him like a pancake against it, causing him to fall unconscious. ((Thoruk down.))

Meanwhile, the attacker, Sarg, rounded on the helpless unarmed Margoz and swung his sword hilt at him, taking the Easterling out with ease. ((Margoz down.)) But while he fought both, he completely ignored the threat of Deslan and Elodrin who had a clear shot at his flanks. They had the choice of aiding Dimitri and distracting his assailant or throwing a punch at the oblivious Sarg.

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user][user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user]((Thoruk and Margoz inactivated. Still waiting on Death's reply for Elodrin.))

Grimnir's axe beheaded two of the guards in that single swipe, his magnificent beard dashing through the air as if he were a mighty eagle. Then gravity recognized he was a fat dwarf and dropped him harder than a sack of potatoes onto another guard. His back ached from the fall, albeit, softened by the man beneath him who uttered a desperate, "Help..." His fingers crushed beneath Grimnir's fat ass.

Of the original eleven guards in the prison fight, there were now six with four dead and one injured by Sigeric. Three were within the cell and the other three held pikes pointed towards the Crimson Dwarf. Grimnir's options were grim. He couldn't run with the pain, it felt as if he'd broken a leg bone, and he couldn't really fight all three. He had an axe, a crushed man beneath him and a great bruise on his gargantuan butt. He couldn't move, let alone attempt to stand up. The pain continued, maybe he was internally bleeding or worse. His head hurt and the sounds of the battle seemed to become distant. The shapes swirling and becoming fuzzy to him. He was becoming dizzy and delirious.  Perhaps he could throw the axe at them before he completely passed out?  [user avatar="https://assets-cloud.enjin.com/users/16311516/avatar/small.1517585379.jpeg" name="Gundabad1"]16311516[/user]((You're last action before you're character falls unconscious due to injuries suffered. Make it count. :slight_smile: After this. Grimnir is inactivated.))
 
((I was planning on doing that, über cool.))

Grimnir throws his mighty great Axe sideways towards the area most densely populated by the Guards, attempting to hit more than just one. He gathers the strength he had, and with the last push he throws it towards them, before falling down upon the crushed Guard, with his iconic smile he fell unconcious, with the last thing he saw, the crushed Guard he found quite hilarious.

((Im dreaming now if im allowed to))

An echoing voice shuts down the Dwarf's conciousness, the voice that he hears, when all turns dark, when hope is all seemed lost; "I have lived a warrior, died as a God, and walked this earth as the crimson Legend.. I will have my revenge!"

Grimnir wakes up in the mountains, known to him as the Mountains closing against the Azanulbizar fields, the great battle, he all saw it all again, how the Orc filth and his Dwarf kin crashed against each other, how the slaughter occured. How the Crimson flooded and painted the barren fields red, stained with the blood of both races. He holds too much of a revenge in him, to be dying here, he holds too much of a grudge, to be released from his oath, he thinks.. I will deliver. I Will Deliver.
 
((Apologies, was at a lake.))

Seeking his opportunity Elodrin would fly forward into a double leg takedown on Sarg, if connecting he would lift him high into the air and with all of his might slam him on the ground, and then taking his weapons as he got ready to face another opponent.
 
((For an experienced criminal, Margoz is doing such a crappy performance lmao))
Margoz wakes up in the wine fields of Dorwinion. He hears a voice calling him. It is coming from the sea of Rhun. He reaches towards the water. It is her. “My love”, he said, getting a handful of water. This Rhunic sea water... it’s fading away as he fails to grasp it. The Waves of the sea of Rhun washes her away. He turns around and sees the wine fields rotting as he reaches out for it. He looks up the sky, “don’t leave me here. Let me sleep in your lap one last time, like we always do. I do not want to live this journey anymore. It goes on endlessly,” a rain of tears crashes towards the dead wine fields, “this pain, it’s burning me away. I am in a infinite hell and it burns so fucking much. There is dorwinion liquor in my veins as the ashes of mount doom are in my lungs. Please, let it all fade away!” He cries helplessly, punching the ground with his fists, “please love... it hurts.. hurts so fucking much.”
 
Daugo looks at the gathering blood in silence, his eyes wider than they'd ever been. This was going to be his most gruesome night even before this happened; now, it's more than Daugo ever imagined. He looks at Pomona, then at the floor, and rushes out of the room. Just as he's leaving his hobbit-hole, he realizes that he's leaving without the most important thing of all: his children. Turning back, he goes into their chambers, with a mind to either say goodbye or take them with him.
 
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