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Silly Ole Bear
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A private Fantasy role play, based loosely on the Warhammer world, and the minds of Silly and Flirt.
Carter
20.
6 feet tall, lean, muscular, with high cheekbones, curly autumn brown hair, and dark hazel eyes.
The wagon raced out of the dark forest, bumping and jumping off of the poorly maintained trading road that made its way from the Middle Mountains. In the night horizon, stars dipped low enough to kiss the ground, and jagged shadows of landscape that surrounded this plain, but no city lay in sight.
They were alone.
Carter held on for his life, unsure what had happened.
Behind the raging wagon, four horses emerged from the woods. Each of them held a rider, all laughing and screaming in several languages. Carter recognized common, and even a little bit of classical, but their tongues spilled forth dark languages too, ones that sent a poor chill down Carter's spine.
The old wizard, who was inside the wagon alongside Carter, reached for the door.
"Albrecht, no."
The driver of the wagon kept going for dear life, not bothering to look back, but his partner already took out a bow, aiming it.
Albrecht, the old mage, glanced behind at the outriders coming for him.
Carter didn't dare move, holding onto the side for dear life.
The wizard reached into his bad, pulling out a piece of sulphur. He closed his eyes, his palm outstretched. Despite the bumpy ride, the sulphur never jumped out of his hand.
A fireball erupted in the darkened plain. It taveled from the wagon to one of the riders, almost following it. The rider tried to swerve, even stop his mount, but the fireball was too fast and too determined to let him go.
The horse stopped, afire, screaming out into the night. The rider screamed with him.
As the wagon raced on, their screams echoed and then silenced.
The partner tried a few arrows but couldn't take aim well enough. Three other riders caught up to the wagon.
One jumped to the back, climbing on top. Carter heard a fight aboce his head, as the driver's partner and the outrider met. After a muffled scream, something was thrown behind them. Carter couldn't tell who it was.
One rider came right alongside the running wagon, the horse, tall and proud, with all its muscles working as one to keep up with the four driving them along, was a thing of beauty. Had they not been in this situation, Carter would have surely admired it.
The driver kneeled down, pressing against the wizard. He pulled back, but as he did, blood came down the front of his robe. He called out, something Carter didn't underand. He let go no, catching the wizard in his hands.
"Albrecht, no!!!"
An arrow finally caught the side of the horse, as it lost its stride and pulled back. Up ahead, Carter saw the driver's partner crawl down into the open doorway, his bow in hand.
"How does he look?"
Carter pressed hard against the wound, knowing enough of medicine to do that. He had no other skills though. It looked deep, and refused to stop bleeding.
"I don't know. He looks bad."
The wizard already fell unconscious. Carter could feel him dying in his arms.
"We need to get to a doctor, now."
The final outrider caught up with the wagon, looking inside. Carter tried to shield the wizard, hoping he could stop whatever attack was coming, but the outrider just smiled.
"Our job is done..."
He was gone in an instant. Carter didn't understand, until he felt the wizard's loose limp body in his hands. He was dead.
"No... Albrecht."
By morning, the wagon had made it to Nuln. Carter, still bloody and unable to sleep from last night's attack, had taken care of the wizard's body. He looked out into the city, unsure just what to do now. Albrecht had said to come to Nuln, but the plans inside the city were his own. He never chared them with Carter. Now, Carter was here, unsure what to do, where to go.
First thing's first, he needed a shower, and a bed.
Carter went to the nearest Inn.
Carter
20.
6 feet tall, lean, muscular, with high cheekbones, curly autumn brown hair, and dark hazel eyes.
The wagon raced out of the dark forest, bumping and jumping off of the poorly maintained trading road that made its way from the Middle Mountains. In the night horizon, stars dipped low enough to kiss the ground, and jagged shadows of landscape that surrounded this plain, but no city lay in sight.
They were alone.
Carter held on for his life, unsure what had happened.
Behind the raging wagon, four horses emerged from the woods. Each of them held a rider, all laughing and screaming in several languages. Carter recognized common, and even a little bit of classical, but their tongues spilled forth dark languages too, ones that sent a poor chill down Carter's spine.
The old wizard, who was inside the wagon alongside Carter, reached for the door.
"Albrecht, no."
The driver of the wagon kept going for dear life, not bothering to look back, but his partner already took out a bow, aiming it.
Albrecht, the old mage, glanced behind at the outriders coming for him.
Carter didn't dare move, holding onto the side for dear life.
The wizard reached into his bad, pulling out a piece of sulphur. He closed his eyes, his palm outstretched. Despite the bumpy ride, the sulphur never jumped out of his hand.
A fireball erupted in the darkened plain. It taveled from the wagon to one of the riders, almost following it. The rider tried to swerve, even stop his mount, but the fireball was too fast and too determined to let him go.
The horse stopped, afire, screaming out into the night. The rider screamed with him.
As the wagon raced on, their screams echoed and then silenced.
The partner tried a few arrows but couldn't take aim well enough. Three other riders caught up to the wagon.
One jumped to the back, climbing on top. Carter heard a fight aboce his head, as the driver's partner and the outrider met. After a muffled scream, something was thrown behind them. Carter couldn't tell who it was.
One rider came right alongside the running wagon, the horse, tall and proud, with all its muscles working as one to keep up with the four driving them along, was a thing of beauty. Had they not been in this situation, Carter would have surely admired it.
The driver kneeled down, pressing against the wizard. He pulled back, but as he did, blood came down the front of his robe. He called out, something Carter didn't underand. He let go no, catching the wizard in his hands.
"Albrecht, no!!!"
An arrow finally caught the side of the horse, as it lost its stride and pulled back. Up ahead, Carter saw the driver's partner crawl down into the open doorway, his bow in hand.
"How does he look?"
Carter pressed hard against the wound, knowing enough of medicine to do that. He had no other skills though. It looked deep, and refused to stop bleeding.
"I don't know. He looks bad."
The wizard already fell unconscious. Carter could feel him dying in his arms.
"We need to get to a doctor, now."
The final outrider caught up with the wagon, looking inside. Carter tried to shield the wizard, hoping he could stop whatever attack was coming, but the outrider just smiled.
"Our job is done..."
He was gone in an instant. Carter didn't understand, until he felt the wizard's loose limp body in his hands. He was dead.
"No... Albrecht."
By morning, the wagon had made it to Nuln. Carter, still bloody and unable to sleep from last night's attack, had taken care of the wizard's body. He looked out into the city, unsure just what to do now. Albrecht had said to come to Nuln, but the plans inside the city were his own. He never chared them with Carter. Now, Carter was here, unsure what to do, where to go.
First thing's first, he needed a shower, and a bed.
Carter went to the nearest Inn.