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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)
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Iver shall wait for the dwarves and meanwhile look for a better weapon and wrap the ropes around his torso like an armour.
Thoruk went towards Grimnir "Need some help lad?" he says, as he pushes the body of Grimnir together with him. After that he looks towards Iver who seems to need some help with some more slavers, "Aye lad, gimme a sec." he says, as he goes back to where he and Marco knocked out the first slaver and grabbes the plank while heading towards Iver.
Dimitri was on the hunt for slavers, one in particular; the Whipper. With a club-like plank in hand, he stood amid the storm and revelled in the destruction and chaos. Here, amid the endless waters, he realized that his prayers had been answered. This was the wrath of Ulmo at its finest. "Face me, whipper! Let me see your fear." Dimitri roared, his voice thundering over the storm.
Iver could see that the slavers had dropped daggers and knives. He could see one dagger available to him, it was crude but would do.
The plank was relatively sturdy and would work as a weapon for Thoruk.
Dimitri's roar was met.......by rain and wind. The Whipper was not here. There were three places he could be:
Hiding around the bow of the ship where no slaves had ventured, however, if this were so, the Whipper would have to be an imbecile to be working at the worst part of the ship during the storm.
In the gallery where the horde lead by Sigeric had plowed through, he might be dead already with Sigeric's miniature army wiping him out.
On the upper-deck where the steering wheel was located. Dimitri could see Iver and Thoruk near it with Grimnir in proximity.
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The plank was relatively sturdy and would work as a weapon for Thoruk.
Dimitri's roar was met.......by rain and wind. The Whipper was not here. There were three places he could be:
Hiding around the bow of the ship where no slaves had ventured, however, if this were so, the Whipper would have to be an imbecile to be working at the worst part of the ship during the storm.
In the gallery where the horde lead by Sigeric had plowed through, he might be dead already with Sigeric's miniature army wiping him out.
On the upper-deck where the steering wheel was located. Dimitri could see Iver and Thoruk near it with Grimnir in proximity.
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Dimitri would search each part of the ship, starting with the upper deck.
The upper deck was crawling with some slavers, that was for certain. First to secure it Dimitri would need to kill them. Iver and Thoruk were already preparing to engage them. To get to the upper-deck they would need to ascend a flight of stairs either on the starboard or port sides. Who would be the first to begin ascending the staircases? [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/KingTraitor/74.png" name="KingTraitor"]13615485[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
Dimitri, with vengeance in heart, climbs the stairs on the starboard side and gets ready to club a man to death.
As the last slaver fell, Sigeric wasted no time orchestrating his next move. "Get Sam out of that chair! And barricade the door into the lower decks. That man they sent is awakening the others as we speak." When this was done, Sigeric left five men in the room to look after the wounded and keep barricading the door. He led the remainder to the door labeled "armory", kicking open the door and rushing inside to surprise any slavers who might be there. Six of the men, including him, had acquired the dead slavers' sabers, and others had taken some of the sharp torture devices. If there were no slavers in the armory, he would examine the contents.
Seeing Dimitri running towards the slavers with vengence in his eyes, Thoruk also wants to head towards Dimitri to help him bring those flithy slavers down but before running he turns around towards Iver "Lad, our friend could need some help I guess, let's smash some scumbags my friend!" ye yells as he charges forward over the slippery ground, up the stairs, backing up Dimitris back.
Dean rushed to his brother's side, cutting the ropes binding Sam.
"I've got you." The older brother said.
"I-my-they-" His voice was hoarse.
"Shh, don't speak." Dean quieted his brother and Sam fell asleep. He had severe bruising and multiple lacerations across his chest, legs, and arms. He along with the other injured were tended to while Sigeric and ten men rushed off to their objectives.
The five sent to barricade the doors found that the lower decks only had a staircase leading up and could hear the sailors being woken and stirred. They started to toss down barrels and anything they could find onto the staircase.
As Sigeric rushed inside a crossbow bolt flew straight into his shoulder, sending him flying backward. There was one man in the room and he was soon overwhelmed by the five others, being slashed to death. Sigeric's wound was not fatal but needed to be stitched up.
The armory was filled with cupboards and designated signs. Rows of crossbows, sabers, swords, some shields, bows, and arrows lined racks across the walls. Enough weaponry for a small army, and unfortunately for the slavers, they had a small army. The first of three cupboards was labeled, 'Extendables', the second, 'Acquired', and the third, 'Trash'. The first contained modifiers and add-ons for crossbows and other weapons; the second held all the armor that the slavers had taken, sadly that did not include those of the heroes as the Bree-land guards appeared to have stolen it, however, it did contain some of their weapons including Sigeric's halberd, the dwarven axes, Deslan's toolkit and, Dimitri's warhammer; the third accommodated two items, a metallic arm and a metallic leg.
As Dimitri nears the top of the staircase two men jump him from both sides, crashing into him and rolling him down the flight of stairs. The trio tumbled to the quarterdeck before Thoruk where one of the men had grabbed Dimitri's peasant tunic and was about to jab him with a knife whilst the other was recovering, getting up, raising a saber.
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"I've got you." The older brother said.
"I-my-they-" His voice was hoarse.
"Shh, don't speak." Dean quieted his brother and Sam fell asleep. He had severe bruising and multiple lacerations across his chest, legs, and arms. He along with the other injured were tended to while Sigeric and ten men rushed off to their objectives.
The five sent to barricade the doors found that the lower decks only had a staircase leading up and could hear the sailors being woken and stirred. They started to toss down barrels and anything they could find onto the staircase.
As Sigeric rushed inside a crossbow bolt flew straight into his shoulder, sending him flying backward. There was one man in the room and he was soon overwhelmed by the five others, being slashed to death. Sigeric's wound was not fatal but needed to be stitched up.
The armory was filled with cupboards and designated signs. Rows of crossbows, sabers, swords, some shields, bows, and arrows lined racks across the walls. Enough weaponry for a small army, and unfortunately for the slavers, they had a small army. The first of three cupboards was labeled, 'Extendables', the second, 'Acquired', and the third, 'Trash'. The first contained modifiers and add-ons for crossbows and other weapons; the second held all the armor that the slavers had taken, sadly that did not include those of the heroes as the Bree-land guards appeared to have stolen it, however, it did contain some of their weapons including Sigeric's halberd, the dwarven axes, Deslan's toolkit and, Dimitri's warhammer; the third accommodated two items, a metallic arm and a metallic leg.
As Dimitri nears the top of the staircase two men jump him from both sides, crashing into him and rolling him down the flight of stairs. The trio tumbled to the quarterdeck before Thoruk where one of the men had grabbed Dimitri's peasant tunic and was about to jab him with a knife whilst the other was recovering, getting up, raising a saber.
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Dimitri tries to whack the man in the side of his head with his plank.
Dimitri couldn't raise his plank in time, the lack of his arm made this a huge disadvantage. He could try to block the dagger or grab the man's arm.
The first drawer contained more bottles, chardonnay by the looks of it; the second, held some small books within; the third revealed a magnificent sharktooth knife, something Daugo had never seen, it was decorated with a green gemstone in it's hilt and bridled with leather. It may not be a conventional weapon but it was practical enough for use. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
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Grimnir rushes towards the Armory with the others, seeing his axe, oh, his Crimson-enhanced-golden-plated-jewel inhabiting-rune-carved Axe, long has it seen no blood, no slaughter.. It demands it. Grimnir takes his Rune-Axe, and puts on some armour, he takes claim to one of the finest Crossbows, and loads his pockets full with bolts. He then rushes outside and summons Thoruk and other slaves willing to aid the men fighting on the deck, there he stood. In dark weather, surrounded by pockets of fighting, all slowed down before him. The blood splatter in the air, the bodies dropping, the sea ravaging.. He stood there, with his fine axe again, never had he been so incarnated with both rage, and quietness, fury and viletide. "I am THE Crimson Beard!" he shouts with his arms in the air, with Axe in hand, with storm above. "For Durin! For Durin!", he launches himself towards Dimitri's place and instead of using his crossbow, he hurls himself into the battle, with axe in hand, he dances the Dance Macabre, his axe sideways he attempts to slash both slavers in half with a most legendary move. This after all is the day the Crimson beard shall rise again!
Dimitri tries to swat the man's thrust aside with his hand.
Sigeric tossed aside the saber, instead grabbing his halberd. The weapon was like an extension of himself, and he had spent years mastering an intricate fighting style with it. He also picked up a longbow and quiver, and quickly donned a mail hauberk. Almost all Dalish nobles were proficient in archery, carrying on the tradition started by Bard the Bowman. He glanced at the bolt protruding from his shoulder. The pain barely registered through his adrenaline. As the others armed themselves, he made sure that the axes, the hammer, and the toolkit were taken along, as well as the arm and leg. He instructed one of the men to carry the latter three items up to the deck, to be given to Dimitri and Deslan. When all of the prisoners had armed themselves, they marched back to the central room, supplying weapons to the men they had left there. Sigeric stood at the top of the stairs leading below, listening to the commotion as the slavers rallied themselves for the assault.
"The most difficult part should be over. Anyone with a polearm, get in position here. We'll stop them at the top of the stairs, where we have the high ground. Archers, get behind the first line and prepare to rain hell down upon them! Anyone in reserve, keep tending to the wounded or check the other rooms on this level. Look for any other entrances to the lower decks. We don't want to get attacked from behind."
Sigeric hoped that the others were faring well against the crew who remained on the deck. They needed to secure the helm, or their new ship wouldn't last long. And where had the Halfling gone?
"The most difficult part should be over. Anyone with a polearm, get in position here. We'll stop them at the top of the stairs, where we have the high ground. Archers, get behind the first line and prepare to rain hell down upon them! Anyone in reserve, keep tending to the wounded or check the other rooms on this level. Look for any other entrances to the lower decks. We don't want to get attacked from behind."
Sigeric hoped that the others were faring well against the crew who remained on the deck. They needed to secure the helm, or their new ship wouldn't last long. And where had the Halfling gone?
The Hobbit picks up the bottle and takes a swig from it before grabbing the knife. He swallows hard before turning to the apparent captain. He takes a step. Another. Another. Soon he's by the man's elbow. Breathing quickly, he leans over towards his sleeping figure.
For some reason, this felt like a line he would be crossing. Bob was different, that was manslaughter, unintentional. This would be calculated murder, execution.
Daugo's heart skips a beat.
The shark tooth lives again, moving across the man's throat.
For some reason, this felt like a line he would be crossing. Bob was different, that was manslaughter, unintentional. This would be calculated murder, execution.
Daugo's heart skips a beat.
The shark tooth lives again, moving across the man's throat.
Iver saw that Dimitri was in trouble so he jumped on the man and with one hand held his hand while the other was slashing his face. Not cutting his nails for 3 months made Iver's nails into deadlt claws and he used them against the slaver's eyes. He then bite the slaver's neck with fury, for this scum held him in this shit hole and was responsible for his kidnapping and beating.
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Elodrin would stand near the ladder with Dean watching the scene unfold, Iver on the scorpio, Dimitrim Thoruk, and Grimnir fighting around and everyone else inside the ship. Grasping the plank in hand he scoured the scene before him for any nearby handheld weapons. As he did so he would turn to his fellow Gondorian. "Let us show these bastards what a small group of Gondorians are made of." Even though he wasn't apart of the navy he had been on the sea a few times and stepped forward with confident steps.