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These are samples of the rping I generally do. They're kinda old and are if I'm given a lot of time to write
He heard the whistle and ran swerving about monsters in time with the beat of the music.He saw a woman corner and drew is sword and lept through the air with a roar his arms were wide open and his chest barred to attack.His sword was angled down to stab the best which had turned to face him.His stab had landed on the bests fleshy shoulder.He was hanging face to face with it.It roared back into his face covering it with spit.He snarled and used his free hand to land a solid ppunch to the beast face,it fell back to the wall."MOVE GIRL!"He said riding the best fall.
A ship orbited Cilainsly seemingly disabled,but the only passenger knew otherwise.He laid back on a bunk waiting for somthing to happen.His name was Ein Seroth,a known pirate and ironically a bounty hunter.HE was doing neither this moment,in fact he had just gotten done with a job and was waiting for his fence to in Ein's words."Get his lard a** up here,"Ein was tired of waiting but had to since he needed cash for supplies since he had blown his pay on his last job gambling.There was a loud tone as a screen lit up on the wall,it showed a incredably fat manwith a baby face.Ein studied the "lard a**" as he had put it,he was wearing many pieces of clothing cheaply sown together,but it wasn't because he was poor,no he was just a tight wad who only paid money for the wares that were brought in by many pirates."Ein,good to see you are back,"His voice was raspy and sounde dlike he had one to many puffs on cheap cigars."It's Mr.Seroth to you Kalkov,"Ein despised the man,but needed his money to survive so he bit his tounge most of the time.Karkov's ship was like his clothing,patchwork.While Eins was clean and had not even a slight bit of rust on it.The two ships docked together and he sent the cargo over to the fat man.Once Ein collected his money,he was off to Acadia to get the money deposited the to Epson for supplies.
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Ein decided to ride back on his own to go into thought without disruption to give orders. He rode in complete silence except the clinking of his weapons and the horses hoofs as they beat on the ground. The forest itself seemed to quiet like death itself. Ein was suspicious, he had near heard the forest silent so he got off his horse and led it along slowly. Soon there was a new sound, the sound of men.
He heard there voices soft at first, but they grew louder as he drew closer. He soon saw what the men were talking about. They had surrounded a woman who seemed to be a butterfly since her outfit and mannerisms showed this. She was also a scout decided Ein simply because she bore no supplies and equipment and she was only carrying a bow. He listened to there conversation of what they were going to do to her. He sighed and saw that his since of right and wrong had not died, nor his love to be a hero so he stepped out and whistled.
There was no pre-battle words only attacking. It was against Ein to say the least since there was ten of them and only one on his side since the girl looked pretty out of it. The first one charged in with a spear thrust. Ein ducked and grabbed the shaft and snapped it. He ran low and fast running the spear shaft through the man. Two came at him, they looked to be twins with criss crossing sword routines. They both slashed at Ein's head with similar sweeps. He leaned back and just got nicked across the face. He punched both of them in the stomachs at the same time and snapped there necks within seconds of each others by taking there heads under his arms and using sheer strength to snap them. Ein spun to the side a second later to dodge a axe swing that split the twins bodies in two he kept spinning and went behind the man's back. He smelled of booze and body oder. Ein grabbed his wrists from behind him and pulled flipping him over and the axe into the air. It spun mid-air for a few seconds and ended up lodged in his head. He used it as a springboard and leaped back to the man with his own spearhead lodged into him and flipped it out of his body and lunched it at a skinny man mumbling something. It lodged within his chest. Ein ran low and fast and leaped off of the spear head lodged in the man's chest shoving it deeper into it. With the bounced off of him he spun into a flying back hand which caught the other five off guard. His back hand aught the wrists of a sword bearer which snapped them into the man next to him's neck killing him by a slit throat.Ein slammed his palm into the sword bearer's nose, shoving it into his brain. The other three came in with spears which nearly skeward Ein, but since he had used the one with the nose in his brain as a shield didn't hurt him. He jumped from behind the now dead and skeward man and did a flying roundhouse kick to the faces of the last three. Killing one by the sheer force of the kick since he was first and got the worst of it. The other two her stunned and falling back dizzy. Ein slammed one with a slow kick once he hit the ground. The one that got the low kick fell onto the other side of the axe bearing man's axe and cut his head wide open. Ein simply punched the last man breaking his jaw and nose. He looked down onto the girl and told her to go back to her people and tell Jade who saved her. Ein got back on his horse and rode away smiling wanting to see the look on Jade's face.
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A man sat atop a horse which looked down upon two sides soon to be locked bloody combat on a flat plain. On one side there was a force dressed in chainmail with sword and axe. There force was about three score, thirty men. They were the small town guard of the village to the north. They marched in orderly formations and didn't fear the enemy before them.
As The mans stare went from them to the opposite side he blinked. The other force was clad in a hundred different mismatched pieces from cheap leather to rusting plate armor. There force was double and then some of the town guard somwere near eight score, eighty men. Unlike the guard the force who the man recognized to be a rather large group of bandits didn't march in formation or order there weapons were like there armor.
The man knew the bandits would win by sheer numbers, but would lose many. He heard a voice and turned to see the apparent leader of the guard giving his men a speech to raise there moral, that's when the man saw the bodies in the dirt beneath there feet. He blinked again and listened to the man's speech. The speech itself was short but to the point the man said. "Today we ride to our deaths," The men nodded grimly as the man went on. "But know this today we fight for our wives and children so that they may escape to the city," He paused and thrust his gauntleted fist into the air and said. "But these whoresons will know this day for the rest of there lives. WE WILL NEVER GIVE IN!" With that he let out a roar of a defiance and charged his men across the field with a stamping of feet and a unsheathing of swords.
The bandits were caught off guard while they laughed at the speech, as the front ranks were cut down in a spear point like formation there laughter ceased. The man watched as the force of the guards retreated so that they may reform, but never got the chance as the bandits flanked them.
The man saluted the commander and turned to leave once more, but cast one more glance back seeing the guards get cut down. The man took a deep breath and turned once more back to the men . He got off the Chestnut that served as his mount. From his back he pulled a War hammer with a head the size of a baby. He let out his own roar and charged down the hill, a golden aura surrounding him.
He entered the ranks of the bandits with a sweep of the mighty hammer cracking the top vertabret of a short man's spine. He collapsed into a screaming mess which was drowned out by the clamor of battle.
The man rushed onward swinging the hammer about breaking skulls, ribs, arms and legs.
As the death screams carried over the sound of battle ten men surrounded him while the others pressed on the square of men which the guard had formed, stedily slaying bandits, but losing there own men to quickly for them to outlast the battle. The man came back to hos own situation as three of the people who surrounded him charged in with spear and sword. He first man who bared a spear thrusted wildly at the man's head, setting himself off balance in the process. The man took advantage of his flaw and ducked in under the spear thrust, getting a small nick above his eye, and charged the enemy as a man with a huge war axe swung down on his head. The man had to jump back to dodge the swing, getting in the line of fire from a archer. She let off a shaft aimed at his chest, but it bounced off his breast plate harmlessly. While she tried to get another arrow he charged her dodging another thrust and swing from the other two. As he spun out of the way of another thrust he turned the momentum into double-handed a backhand swing breaking the woman's bow , her jaw and skull. She fell dead with blood coming from her ears, nose and mouth. He turned back to the other two and tried to find a way to get at either of them. As the thought the spearman thrusted again, this time the man grabbed the shaft and tugged the spearman to him. Using one hand to hold the spear he used the other two waylay the man slamming three swings into his arm breaking it multiple times then finishing him with a thrust to his sternum, hitting him hard enough to stop his heart in the process. He clutched his chest as he fell dead, but the mans assault continued. Using the spear of the dead man he jabbed the axe holder in the face, catching the stunned man off guard. He also fell dead, but from blood loss from the jagged wound.
The man leaped back into the middle of the makeshift circle that had formed and panted feeling his strength start to fail. He growled and called upon the dark power in his heart and stood stock-still another growl coming from his throat, but this one more primal, more angry. After that his world blanked out into a abyss of slaughter and rage slaying at least twenty of the bandits before they fled to the hills screaming in terror of the guards and the man. As the rage eventually subsided he fell amongst the fallen tired beyond words, slipping into sleep.
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As Marsuvees stormed through the forest slaying any beast within reach, the sword greedily drinking down there blood. He was eagerly in the pursuit of a group of goblins whom he'd routed moments earlier. If he was thinking straight he would have seen the ambush coming. It was the roaring that drew him from his blood lust for a moment, long enough for him to duck low and deliver an iced bladed low kick that cut the ankles from the charging Hobgoblin. His white clothes were stained from it's dark, almost black, blood. His face was twisted into a smile that looked more at home on the place of sadistic prison wardens then the calm quiet mercenary. He laughed silently as it screamed in it's own gibbering goblin speak and common about the pain and blood spouting from his ankles. He stabbed it over and over and laughed harder and harder as it screamed louder and louder. The other Hobgoblins that were mid-charge as well as the goblins who were in the same mode slowed and stared at the bloody spectacle as if it was supposed to be him being stabbed. The dying beast on the ground cried out for them to kill him, and the enraged Marsuvees was happy to oblige there attempts to end him.The goblins charged in first, fearing the whips at the hips of the Hobgoblins. He cut them down in twos and threes, cleaving there small bodies into pieces which splattered blood across him, coating him totally. Even when the bodies were dead he butchered them, leaving only bloody piles of flesh and innards for the carrion birds to eat at. The Hobgoblins surrounded him and hooted about what they were going to do to him when they killed him. He raised his head and let out a silent war cry and grabbed one of the quite dead goblins tiny axes. He launched it at one of the Hobgoblins. The thing screamed as it clove deep into his chest, the sharp stone thrown with such force that it went through his steel armor like butter. Marsuvees launched himself on top of it and using the axe as a springboard, which pressed it deeper into the monsters flesh till it hit the heart and made a geyser of blood erupt around the blade. He flew through the air, seeing the scene he created from the sky, and landed with a flip that led to him dropping a heel strike to the helmeted head of another hobgoblin. The boot to the head didn't kill it, but the spike that seemingly shot from the boot and went down through his skull and brain to come out of the jaw. Marsuvees bended backwards in a feat of flexibility, balance, and strength and did a kind of back flip that carried the carcass impaled on the spike with him till it's 620 pounds of metal, flesh, and other assorted components hit the ground with a small rumble. Upon witnessing this the other Hobgoblins screamed in terror and fled from the "Ice Devil". After withdrawing his foot Marsuvees dragged himself to a tree and curled up, the world came back into focus for him and he silently screamed in terror what he'd done. He held his head in his hands and silently screamed as the sword sang it's appeasement from all the blood and flesh. He was curled in the fetal position staring at the carnage. He remembered blacking out after starting to talk about his village with Arawen then he woke up here.
 Cloaked Dagger · Sat Mar 17, 2007 @ 03:34am · 0 Comments |
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