Roald
Human
Posts: 32
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Roald on Feb 3, 2016 12:20:13 GMT -5
The weather very much symbolised his mood, by some cruel twist of fate it seemed that whatever natural or godly aspect controlled the weather had decided to make it rain today, this being on a day when he’d actually been planning to leave his house and go for a trek into the mountains. Someone like himself had to constantly find new things to do before he bored himself completely, there wasn’t much in the way of making that he could do at this moment in time having no leather and only a small amount of iron, yet possessing a lamp which would seem to be the only item he needed.
Walks were good, nature was definitely good, the untouched beauty of it, the gentleness and also the power that could come from it, it truly was amazing to him even now after years of living amongst it with little else around. He enjoyed his walks, even in all the time he’d lived around here he’d never explored the mountain range and its surrounding lands, but he was starting to slowly do so. He was unlikely to be recognised by anyone on these walks as well considering they weren’t exactly on the beaten track, and as such he wasn’t quite as confined, he could walk without the fear that usually hovered over him like a dark cloud whenever he left his home. Although it wasn’t as if most SKC would recognise him anyway, while he wasn’t exactly an easy man to forget he hadn’t been particularly high up in the ranks and as such he couldn’t imagine that there was much of an effort to find him.
Unfortunately enough though today he couldn’t really go for a walk, not with the current rain, it wasn’t particularly heavy but he had no sort of protective clothing that would stop him getting soaked through to the bone and wasn’t willing to get himself in that condition today.
On the other hand though there was frightfully little he could do inside, he had no real hobbies other than crafting and nothing that he needed to craft. He had his lamp, he had no need for weaponry or protection and nothing else sprung to mind. Could you get crafters block? If you could then he had it.
Stamina: 44/45
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Roald
Human
Posts: 32
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Roald on Feb 3, 2016 16:45:22 GMT -5
Roald pulled off the brown roughspun shirt he’d been wearing, hanging it on a peg before reaching into a box next to his bed and pulling out a slightly thicker brown shirt made of cotton with fur. It was getting a little cold even for him so a thicker shirt was in order, either that or light a fire and he never had a huge amount of luck with that nor did he have much dry kindling to try it with.
In the process of pulling out his cold weather clothing however he’d uncovered something else that had been sitting in the bottom of the box, the very sight of which caused his mood to sour even further. He’d wrapped it in cloth when he’d put it in there but still a small bit had come unwrapped and was poking out, the edge of one of the gems reflecting in the meagre light like a hellish abomination.
Wrapped in the same old brown burnt rag of a shirt he’d left it in was his old belt. He could feel it pulling him closer, a hint of the old attraction remained, his arm shaking worse than an earthquake as he reached out without his brain even commanding it to do so.
The old leather was still perfectly maintained despite the time that had passed since it’d been removed from this box; his hand trailed across it as he drew it out and revealed it from the covering it’d been hidden in. The item in question was a quite old looking leather belt with a large metal buckle which supported a gemstone, the whole belt appeared to be in almost pristine condition bar the gemstone which was faded and cracked, almost as if it’d had all colour drained out of it and had been smashed.
Stamina: 43:45
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Roald
Human
Posts: 32
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Roald on Feb 25, 2016 18:53:51 GMT -5
The very action of him touching the belt sent shivers down his spine. The last time he'd worn this was on his frantic flight from his last job as a mage hunter. He'd forgotten he even had it it'd been hidden away for so long, it was a relic of his past that evoked powerful emotion in him stronger than he'd felt in years just from merely touching it. Roald couldn't tear his eyes from the shattered gem, seeing in it a fraction of the quaking earth that it'd supported him in causing, it's pull was strong as a sirens song.
Wrenching his face from the object of his desire he quickly stuffed it roughly back into the box and covered it once again, he'd almost fell prey to it's call again, a thing which he could not allow. He had managed to live his life without magic for this long and he could continue to do so now.
He'd come to close to temptation today, he had to get out of the house for a bit, get away from the object that held his past and go out into the sun, it wasn't hard considering all he had to do was step out his door and he could go where he pleased, the difficult part was keeping his mind off of darker things.
Throwing on a thicker jumper and sturdy boots he confidently opened the door, striding through it and into the rain, the rain still being a better place for him than inside.
Stamina: 42/45
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Post by Azuloth on Feb 26, 2016 19:44:26 GMT -5
As Roald strolled out of his house, a Rock that hadn't been there before lunged at him. Literally lunged at him. It's mouth chomped on air, only bumping into him. The teeth snagged nothing. Disappointed, the creature savagely lunged at him again, trying to wrap it's malicious fangs around his ankles. Twice more it lunged and chomped, and twice more it failed. Sitting there on the ground near his legs. The monster growled and sputtered. Red eyes burned hollow in its skull.
Skulvor HP: 180/180 Sm: 19/24 MP: 42/42
Stats: 15, 8, 12, 4, 5
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Roald
Human
Posts: 32
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Roald on Feb 26, 2016 21:14:03 GMT -5
Roald stepped from his house still caught in the gloom of his new mood, a new mood brought on by old and well remembered memories and feelings, it was quite normal by this point and the whole point of coming outside had been to get rid of this. Due to this he was understandably not paying a particularly large amount of attention to his surroundings, more specifically the large rock outside of his house that had definitely not been there before.
However the rock was definitely paying attention to him, clearly shown when it suddenly opened it's mouth and lunged at Roald, him stumbling back in shock and causing it's jaws to snap shut to early making the thing only bump him instead. It's second and third attacks were met with a similar amount of grace, more instinct and deep rooted, if unused, training than anything else, he still had no idea what was happening other than that he was being attacked by a rock.
It paused on the ground by his feet, seemingly resting after it's attacks. Taking the brief respite Roald tried to examine his assailant more closely. It was quite clearly not of this earth, the demonic flaming eyes told him that, and if it was not from this earth it was usually a pretty good idea to try and stay clear. However he didn't have this luxury, his only escape routes were back inside or to attempt to run past the beast. Running past it didn't seem like to good of a plan judging by it's attacks moments ago, and he was pretty sure that if he just went inside it'd quite easily be able to come in after him, then he'd truly be trapped.
He hadn't fought in years, he was painfully aware of the lack of any sort of arms or armour, yet only now was feeling regret at having made none. There was merit in throwing aside all arms and armour and taking the peaceful life, but unfortunately morality and life choices such as those were not a huge help when one was forced to fight in situations like these.
All he had were his fists, and as large as they were he feared they'd do very little good against a beast that seemed to literally be made of rock. His first step was to calm himself, to stop the panic that had taken over at it's sudden ambush and consider his options; escape wasn't one of them. He'd either have to defeat the beast or let it defeat him, and as old as he was and unhappy with his life, he wasn't ready to end it yet.
It sat still at his feet, growling and making unearthly noises, the red fires on it almost burning into his soul as he squared up to the beast, rolling his shoulders and trying to use what brief time he had before it attacked him as well as he could.
Swinging out one fist Roald attempted a punch at what appeared to be the creature's forehead, he had never been amazing at hand to hand combat but his punches should hit like a hammer considering the strength he'd gained over the course of his life, even diminished as he was it should still pack a fair wallop. Whatever the result of his first punch he'd then follow it up with another from his other arm in rapid succession to the first before moving himself from a forward position to resting on his back foot. He didn't fancy being hit by this being made of rock so the only other choice was to attempt to dodge whatever it would retaliate with.
HP: 300/300 SM: 27/45 ( -5 -5 -5) MP: 121/121
Stats: S:15 V:15 A:10 C:10 S:10 T:10 D:10 E:11 P:10 K:15
Items: /Tin Lantern/ Dragonfruit/ Dragonfruit/ Ressurection Scroll/ Potion of full restore/ Free/
Actions:
(1)First action: Attack (1)Second action: Attack (0.5)Third action: dodge (0.5) Fourth action: dodge
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Post by Azuloth on Feb 27, 2016 8:40:43 GMT -5
Battle Data Initiative -Skulvor (12 Agi) -Roald (10 Agi)
Skulvor -Attack: 1D100 => 13 Hit! (1D15 => 1 Head, Critical hit +250 Dmg, -30 to Knowldge checks, Bleeding) Total: 278 Dmg -Attack: 1D100 => 37 Hit! (1D15 => 8 Abdomen, 28 Dmg) -Attack: 1D100 => 94 Miss!
Roald -Incapacitated
Results -Roald's turn negated by Skulvor's second attack. -Roald has taken 306 Dmg. -No other players in thread, 1 resurrection option left, No one left to use it. -Roald will awaken in the nearest safe haven (Helkorth)
The creature lunged again at Roald before he could swing his fist at it. It managed to clamp down on his head, squeezing and sinking its fangs into the man's skull. Blood welled out of the wounds and slaked the monter's thirst. It let go, dropping to the ground. As it clattered onto the ground it launched itself again, slamming into Roald's stomach, taking a bit of flesh from him there. The man wouldn't be able to stand or take any sort of action to save himself after that. It would merely be luck that he'd survive the encounter. A Skulvor could easily devour a man in a little over an hour. Where all that flesh went was a mystery to all. -End of Thread. No Players left.
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