Decadents and Dropouts IC

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

"I will be protecting you and our group Phyliss, I like to protect and if him being unarmed is going to be an issue I will arm him. He will die or earn the right to continue his stupid pursuit."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss Ovida

The gorgon looked around a bit helpless, but Gryph had a pont. She wouldn't have to worry about the halfdragon. The barbarian was huge and no doubt a fierce fighter, but no human would stand a chance against Gryph.
"If you are determined to kill him, give him at least a chance, for your own sake. I know you would not kill a tied up and unarmed man, and I don't want to be the cruel bitch that forces you into this."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

"You don't have to order me to do it, the only order you can really give me is not to kill him, but I will not be very happy about that."

He grinned at her,

"Do you want to get hunted everywhere you go by a human that will not stop until he has you?"

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic (not so specific to time)

Leaving the area, Relic made her way to the mountain pass that she had been forced to once climb. Dismounting she collected up her gear and quickly began her ascension, her hands grasping at rocks whilst her feet snugly found footholds. It took a full hour before she reached the edge of a large outcrop. Walking to the edge, she felt the wind whip around her, sending her hair in all directions wildly. Crouching down, she looked along the edge of the drop. To her right a lone tree grew, it had been smaller several years ago. To her left the rocks continued until it bent around and went out of view. Below seemed to be a good drop before rocks stuck out the side of the mountain forming a ledge to land on. Looking up behind her, she was plunged back into an old memory.

It had been raining, and her group had been climbing without ropes up the sheer rock face she now stared at. A gust of wind had plucked the inexperienced climber off the wall and she had fallen ten meters before hitting the exact spot she now crouched in. The torrent of water that had been flowing over it was enough to roll her off the edge. It had carried her down through the air, before slamming her into the rocks below. Luckily the slab of rock had been worn away by water over the year and had filled enough to break her fall. It had not been deadly, but had left her with many broken bones.

Suffice to say, the group moved on. It was the end of her part in their journey. Perhaps for the best, as days later they met their end against a stronger foe than expected. It had been one of her first missions, she had been more interested in gathering herbs for potions than paying attention.

Taking a rope from her pack, Relic tied it off and tossed it over the edge, before abseiling down. It wasn't a fall she wanted to repeat a second time. In the dark it was harder to find footholds, but slowly she moved down the wall and landed firmly at the bottom. Usually one would light a torch, but she didn't want attention drawn to this part of the landscape.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss Ovida

"Sometimes I think I deserve it.2 she said very low, more to herself. But she had to admit he was right, and she thought of the poor people in Marcus estate. Haerdon did not hesitate to kill people while pursuing her, and if he harmed her friends while hunting her, she was to blame.
"He did kill people at the estate of poor Marcus. Yes, I know you are right. Even if he does not get me, he will kill others. This has to stop."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

He lifted Haerdon again,

"Then I will wait for him to regain his functions, give him a weapon and catch up with you later on."

Without really waiting for any confirmation he turned and walked down the gangplank, on the bank he placed Haerdon down again and stood in one place, waiting.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss Ovida

Phyliss leaned on the railing and saw Haerdon coming to his senses. She had seen fights in some decadent houses before, some of them lethal. She always took them as something that would not be to pleasant, but normal for the circumstances, just like dancers or musicians. But she had never been involved with the gladiators, and just saw it as another job performed to entertain the guests. But now it was different. A good friend and a man who was somehow her victim, even if she had been his as well.
"Poor Haerdon. You should have never met me."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

He turned his head towards Phyliss,

"You might not want to see this, he is a warrior, it will not be pretty. Rather sail off, I will catch up with you as will Relic, she is bringing gifts and money that will be helpful."

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss Ovida

"I will not watch, but I will not sail off and leave you here alone. We are in it together, anyhow. She turned around and walked over to the mast and leaned on it, looking away from the shore.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

He shrugged and used his sword to release Haerdon's bonds and stuck the sword into the ground, he crouched down next to Haerdon,

"I will carry my backpack and use the short sword, when you feel able to wield the claymore we will fight over Phyliss. You will die a warrior, the best I can do for you."

 

[Belinda35]

The Narrator - Haerdon

"Dam you, and your snake bitch... give me that bloody sword. I will stick its handle up her ass when I'm finished with you." Haerdon got up. He knew his chances were not good against that creature, but he was no coward, and a tough fighter. He had slain many men and horrible beasts before.

 

[DormantEvil]

((Ignore me, I'm just bored.))

Relic

Running her hands along the wall until she found the steep sloping section that cut down into the mountain, she slowly moved down the slope. Her eyes keenly using what moonlight was available to carefully pick her steps. It took half an hour of moving down the thin tunnel before she hit the bottom. Her feet touching the stone brought back her memory of rolling this far, the water carrying her partially limp body down the slope. The rain had stopped already, but the run off was just enough to drag her wet clothing and gear deeper. She had rested half in the water, unconscious until her lungs breathed in the pure liquid. Spluttering she had pulled herself up against the wall, watching as the water splashed over her legs. Luckily it drained away through fractures in the rock, and didn't build up. Eventually the water had stopped, and she had been left sitting at the base of the tunnel. A full day of laying there in self pity before she had built enough nerve to drag herself up.

Several ribs had been broken, and she had fractured her arm. But that was not enough to stop her eyes catching the glisten of crystals from behind a small opening at head height.

Binding her arm, and wrapping her ribs in a poultice she had looked after herself as best she could. Eating the rest of her food reserves over the next day whilst she healed up enough to climb out. But she chose to climb further in, through the small pass, not up and out.

Looking at the small opening now, Relic easily followed in her past footsteps, this time not hindered by pain. Slipping into the cavern, she stood up after several meters of crawling. Here she lit a torch, and looked around at her stock pile. It surprised her actually. Coins and boxes littered the floor, small trinkets and portable statues and trophies lined the wall. Furs and silks seemed to be unceremoniously dumped in a corner. A silver bowl sat off to the side, necklaces and jewels piled high inside it. Another corner housed a suit of dwarven armor. Helmets and tiaras, and an assortment of daggers, short swords and a bow adorned with gems sat around the small cave as well.

She was a busy hoarder, as it had been her only real motive and goal for all her years fifty years. At least until she could walk.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

He got to his feet,

"Do you feel strong enough Haerdon? I do not wish to kill you when you are not ready. That is not a warrior's death, it's an execution."

 

[Belinda35]

The Narrator - Haerdon

"You bet I am..." and he was. The posion had worn off by now, and his anger gave him extra power. He really wanted o cut that beast in half. If he did, he would slice the dwarf and the old guy in pieces, that were standing around and watching. The winged demon could prove some probloem, but not to much. And with her friends slaugthered, the gorgon wouldn't show much resistance. And if she did, just for better.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

"Then take the sword and meet your forefathers,"

he drew his shortsword, ready to meet the barbarian

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

Placing the torch in a holder on the wall, Relic took her time reacquainting herself with her loot.

There was that one time she had swindled a foreign Duke out of his wifes tiara, saying that it needed to be professionally cleaned to show have any chance at highlighting her beauty. He was rather easy to fool though.

Then there was the time she had slept with the dwarven warrior, who had been charged with the slaughter of a village. He was a rather insane little man, but little was only describing his height. He had tried to kill her too, spouting some sort of religious spiel about her sinning, and being the vessel for some ancient deamon. His armor was her prize for winning that fight.

Most of the coin was from the pockets of market folk and towns people, some as old as her first days picking pockets.

The jewels were from sneaking in through windows during the night, or removing them from lovely rich bored women during nights of passion, only to have them disappear along with the drow in the morning. Others were from merchants shops, wagons and boats along the docks of town. Or were traded and rare.

Then there was that time she had fought an ogre that she had accidentally stumbled upon. A large portion of the loot was taken from his own cave. He'd had a soft spot for ladies dresses, and robes. She figured it was the soft delicate material that he had liked.

Taking her bag, Relic chose her gifts wisely. Several pieces for Phyliss, a couple for Trunfor, two for Gryph and an assortment of others. There was something Zahn would like she hoped as well. After pushing them all inside her bag until it seemed to bulge to the point of almost breaking, she picked up a small chest of coins and made her way back out of the hole. The torch getting extinguished first. This was much slower.

 

[Belinda35]

The Narrator - Haerdon

Haerdon picked up the sword and stormed forward with a fierce battle cry. He swung the huge sword without any afford and slashed it forward. He would not decapitate his enemy at the first strike, but he hoped to slash or even severe his weapon arm, finishing the fight soon.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

As Haerdon stormed him and swung the sword, Gryph waited for the right moment and jumped forward, his hand grabbing the barbarian's arm, halting the swing of his sword, of course Haerdon grabbed his arm to prevent him from stabbing Haerdon, but the one thing the barbarian didn't know yet was Gryph's power. Gryph pulled Haerdon closer and sunk his fangs into Haerdon's neck, tearing out his throat and ripping through his jugular veins. Pulling back, he kicked Haerdon away from him, holding his sword ready, it would be a mistake to think that the barbarian was done, but pretty soon he would drown in his own blood, but until then Gryph had to fend him off.

 

[Belinda35]

The Narrator - Haerdon

The monster moved much faster then he expected. He had been wounded before often, but not as badly as that. But there was no time to care for that, and his rage made him go on, not feeling the pain. But it was one hit or loss. If he did, he would take the beast with him. He run forward, just to get him before passing out. He would use the sword like a lance, piercing the huge bulk on it, not caring for defence or style.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

He tried to twist away, but Haerdon was a bit too fast on him and the sword caught him on the hip. The edge bit into his skin, digging into the muscle, protruding from his lower back, before cutting out off of him, it also brought Haerdon within reach of the short sword. Without hesitation Gryph drove the sharp point of the blade through Haerdon's neck, severing the spinal column, killing the barbarian almost instantly.

 

[Belinda35]

The Narrator

Haerdon dropped to the ground. He wouldn't have made it very long, even if he had managed to kill Gryph.
Phyliss was still leaning on the mast, her eyes closed, her snakes jerking like mad. She breathed heavily, but she managed not to cry. She pressed her hands on her ears, hoping that it would soon be over.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Gryph

With his lower back muscles severed Gryph suddenly realized he had trouble standing, he dropped to the ground and for a moment just sat there, looking down at the blood flowing from his wound. Well seemed like he could be hurt after all, must be the fact that the sword thrust wasn't all that powerful or fast and because it moved slower, it actually had the time to cut into his skin. He laughed softly at the irony of it and then winced at the pain.

 

[DormantEvil]

Relic

It took an hour to climb up out of the mountain depths and onto the flat rocks. There she took a break to recover, her bag heavy with treasures which she slowly patted at her side. Avoiding the temptation of dragging it back down into the cache and not handing any of it over. It was a strong feeling she had, so it took a fair bit of effort to finally stand up and begin climbing up the rope.

Fifteen minutes into the climb her hands touched the top of the rope as it slid over the rock face, and she pulled herself up once more before rolling over onto her back. The stars above her were bright and sparkling as she caught her breath once again.

Her mind wandered for a moment, back to how the barbarian spoke to her, how he seemed to only have eyes for Phyliss above all others. Deserves him right that he would die. Hopefully he would at least, unless Phyliss was too kind hearted and let him go. It wouldn't have surprised the drow in the slightest. Most didn't have what it took to take a blade and plunge it through someone's heart. And fewer would do it themselves over letting another do the deed. It felt better when you did it yourself, Relic had always felt.

Standing up, she slung the bag back over her shoulders before walking down off the mountain pass. Not looking up at where she had fallen from many years ago. When she reached her horse, she strapped her new supplies to the saddle tightly, not wanting them to fall off on the ride back.

Mounting up, she adjusted her corset and belts, making sure everything was comfortably in its place.

 

[Avellan13]

Trunfor Blackheart

Trunfor watch saw Gryph and Haedron battled it out. He had no problem with this. They had showed the man mercy and given him a chance to fight, instead of killing him where he was. That exactly what he would have done, given the man a chance to defend himself.

However, Trunfor prepared himself in case Haedron preformed some form of trickery and thing went out of control.

 

[Belinda35]

Phyliss Ovida

"Oh no!" Phylis burst into tears as she saw what had happened to Gryph and run down the plank. "And it is all my fault!" she wept while she pushed Skandölf to side, who was preparing to stop the bleeding. The old sailor had seen many fights and bad injuries, so he wasn't shocked at all. He kept close, while the gorgon released her healing spell on the bleeding giant.