• Closed • [The Westride Plains]Real politics happen on the field.

Gangui and Noth witness a scrimmage between Sirothellian and Etzosian forces.

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[The Westride Plains]Real politics happen on the field.

The vile creature's explanation of both armies' motive was not satisfactory in the mind of the barbarian; he had no clue who Vuda was nor was he aware that Pahrn was still alive. His father told him stories of the great leader of yore, but he had always figured the founder of Etzos to be deader than a door-nail. One thing was for certain though, the creature seemed to have a negative viewpoint on Sirothelle, which aligned with the wild-man's views.

When the carrion bird, Noth, surged forward to claim the bounty of the fallen solider, Gangui immediately flipped directions back towards the saddle. A hyper-vigilant state of mind was caused by being threatened by Noth. This conjoined with the barbarian's natural sense of urgency, lead to his sprint towards his lost sword and back down the hill.

Sliding down the precipice caused a great deal of scratching and bumping, but it was faster than the more methodical approach. Adrenaline rushed his head as a blurry. The last bit of the slide was a free-fall that ended with a grunting roll. Frazzled for a moment, he dusted himself off while eyes darted to and fro in search of the discarded blade. Locking onto the weapon, he swooped down in stride clasping the iron. Several bounds later, the trail that he had carved was located. Gangui couldn't help, but feel exhilarated while descending the treacherous hill. Fur boots found the previous foot-holes, but this didn't stop earth from breaking beneath him. The forward momentum and lightness of step kept him from falling, despite a few close calls.

"WEW!" The barbarian exclaimed upon the frenzied arrival at the bottom of the mound.

Without a moment to lose, he swung a leg over the horse and tugged the reigns around. The mere seemed just as ready and vigilant as it's master. Clomping forward through the rocks, the rider passed through the last bits of treacherous terrain before hitting the soft plains again. Kicking and yelling, the rider opened up upon the flat. Squeezing with his knees, Gangui tried to remain more balanced by leaning forward. During the stretch south, Gangui drew his blade again, resting it on his shoulder at the ready.

Rounding the tip of the mountain, the barbarian almost fell over at the shift of momentum, but it wasn't such a sharp turn so he was able to counter-balance easily. Finally turning the corner, Gangui beckoned his horse to slow down. Scanning as far back as the horizons, Gangui laid eyes on the scene before making his next decision...
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Climbing down the hill wasn’t terribly difficult for the twilight hybrid, though admittedly he wasn’t entirely suited towards the activity. His talons allowed him to dig into the soil with every step, and his talents at navigating the wilderness and his experience in it assisted him greatly in maneuvering himself from one place to another, though it didn’t entirely translate towards the slope. To make matters worse, the cold metal hauberk that now clung against his chest; and occasionally pinching at loose feathers which was terribly irritating, unbalanced him, and thereby forced him to ensure that his pathways were far easier to navigate than the norm.

He thought that his vague descriptions of the political scene of Etzos and Sirothelle had been fitting enough for the barbaric man, but a moment later he had fled from the scene. That wasn’t terribly surprising, especially given the somewhat brutish nature of the fellow. Noth had heard of those individuals who acted tough and hardy, but then fled whenever blood was truly spilled, or the cries of the lamentable dead became heard. He had initially judged the man as something far tougher than that, though it wouldn’t be the first time that he had incorrectly read someone.

The twilight hybrid reached the bottom of the precipice, and took notice of the strewn corpses that still lay in their positions. The moans had grown far quieter than they had been, and the Avriel gradually began to stroll among the fallen, attempting to locate the final caller. The poor fellow had been utterly maimed in the chaos, and Noth had to step over the shaft of a javelin that still lodged into his sternum in a grotesque and utterly gory fashion. It would have been a cruelty to leave the man to bleed to death upon the ground, and the strange wheezing noises that he created whenever he had concluded one of his dying calls hinted at the possibility of lung damage. Admittedly, he was more likely to choke to death on his own inner fluids before his comrades returned, but why make the dead wait for their reckoning? Why deny them the grave which beckoned?

Dirt covered talons lashed across his throat in an instance, abruptly silencing a final moan, and catching the catatonic glare of the fallen Etzori. There was always that strange moment when the light faded from the eyes of the living, as if though some piece of them had instantaneously vanished from their corpses, and Noth knew immediately when the troubled body had passed from their world. He watched for several more moments, casually observing the mirrors to the soul as if though he awaited them to shift at any moment. A strange thought revealed itself into his mind, and swift feathered hands quickly located a hunting knife, carving out one of the ball-shaped organs with a savage efficiency. He detested the actual touching of the slimy bite of flesh, but he steeled himself to it, and scooped the offending object into a pocket. He had seen several dead bodies in his time, but he wasn’t entirely sure whether he had actually determined when the change from bright eyes to cloudy ones occurred, nor was he entirely certain that the process could take place even outside of the corpse, and thus he had determined to hold an impromptu scientific experiment. Mind you, it was unlikely that the wretched scholar would ever publish the results of his gothic test.

Crimson eyes glanced to the side, observing a far-away steed with a vaguely familiar figure perched atop its back. Perhaps the barbarian had determined that he would gather his horse in an attempt at stealing away the treasures from Noth’s grasp, though he had already offered some portion of the plunder to his overly angry acquaintance. Nonetheless, it would be unfortunate if he would be done in by some Aukari exile whilst picking the fleshy pieces from fallen soldiers, and the hybrid quickly took hold of his longbow, notching an arrow, and then allowing it to hang limply there. If he moved too harshly, then the projectile would stumble from its perch, but until then it provided some measure of protection against the possibility of a hostile charge.

With that accomplished, the Avriel used its remaining hand to begin searching the pockets of the campaigners, and relieving them of any Nels or other valuables in their possession. He also determined to take a set of iron greaves that had caught his attention, though admittedly he didn’t quite admire the manner in which the Etzori banner had been inscribed upon them. With some effort, he felt assured that he could remove the offending stain to his newly acquired loot.

His scavenging continued, but the vulture kept one eye upwards towards the horseman, awaiting his arrival or the first sign of the armies.

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As a note: Noth is a Grandmaster in Intimidation. That means that he's at least as scary as the Count from Sesame Street. Beware.

"The tyrant confuses those he can't convince, corrupts those he can't confuse, and crushes those he can't corrupt." - Anonymous
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Gangui took note of Noth's show of power with caution. Anger filled his soul at the fact he did not have a suitable counter to the destructive capability of the monster's weapon. At least for now, he would be at the mercy of the strange and terrible bird, because Gangui would refuse to remain inactive. Deciding to risk it, he pushed his horse forward towards the scene of the slaughter. Hyper-alert activity in his mind began to think of the next move; he needed leverage over the bird creature, but didn't know how. Perhaps submitting temporarily to the monster's will would be the answer, at least until he could muster up a counter to the longbow.

One thing soon came to mind, the soldiers would return and Noth needed a way out of the situation. That was his entire reason for mounting his steed before attempting to loot the fallen men of the scrimmage. Arriving at the scene, Gangui hailed the monster in silence. There was still an obvious animosity between them as the tension of the air around them seemed to heighten as they stared each other down.

Pointing north, he spoke clearly and loudly, "The soldiers return. They will surely slay you. Give me gold and I will help you,"

The horse snorted, shook it's head and chomped on it's bit in anxious agreement. The group of Etzosi soldiers entered the horizon, still jogging. Gangui's expression remained stern and un-moving. Tensing up his legs, Gangui got ready to respond to to any hostile action.

"I'll ride out and draw them off you long enough for you to make an escape,"
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Noth couldn’t quite remember when the gruesome task had become so easy, but the thought playfully teased its way into his mind as he continued relieving the dead of their things. In this pocket was a loose Nel, and in this one was a locket of a lover condemned to the anguish and grief of losing their betrothed. There was the briefest pang of pain that flickered through his soul, as if though his emotions were trying to release themselves from the bottled up place they had been placed, but the inner Hawk quickly slaughtered such attempts. Besides, he reasoned to himself, it was not his fault that these men lay flat upon the field, their blood sprinkled amidst themselves, and their corpses to be retrieved by frustrated comrades. The best among them would burn the brightest upon the funeral pyre, though that honor was not one which interested Noth at all.

A raven-esque eye peered from its gruesome work, observing the horseman as he rode forth, and coming to the conclusion that he was traveling far too slowly to be much of a threat. Assailing someone from a horse at a gentle trot was unlikely to be effective at all, and seemed far more likely to end with the rider falling off of their steed. Of course, it was impossible for the twilight hybrid to gauge how talented the barbaric red-head was at his riding, but he assumed that he was no savant, especially since he seemed to be fleeing from his brethren. Outcasts and exiles rarely were the paragons of their craft, though Noth sought to change that particular discrimination in the near future.

The barbarian drew close, watched by the terrifying figure of Noth who stood, ready to fight off any sudden betrayal with the same ferocity with which he had carved an eye from a deathly skull. The horse snorted and shook its head, coming to an obedient stop nearby as the barbarian spoke, offering his services for a portion of the gathered Nel. The hybrid was admittedly reluctant to part with his ill-gotten gains, but his gaze settled upon the approaching gang of soldiers who had returned from their skirmish, their number still somewhat strong though clearly lacking in a couple of previously present warriors.

“Deal.” He reached into his freshly retrieved gains, sifting rapidly through the small pile of Nels and placing all of the golden ones into the hand of the lonesome rider.

“After this dreadful business has concluded… I believe we may find use for one another. Don’t worry, I’ll find you.” He rasped, and with that set off with his loot, preparing to outrun the soldiers and escape.

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Grasping the gold coins the bird creature gave him was a satisfying feeling. Squeezing them into one of the bags that hung from his saddle, the wild man nodded towards Noth. No more words were needed, for the deal was over. Taking one last look at the monster, Gangui remembered the ugly features of his face and took note of the bird's final ominous message.

Drawing the reins north, the wild man quickly pushed aside any of his suspicions about the monster's character and proceeded to accomplish the task of diverting the soldiers. Kicking his horse into a trot, he headed directly towards the crew of soldiers. His mind raced with ideas on how to handle the situation. Thankfully none of them carried any ranged weapons, so he wouldn't be in any danger of death unless he had a heroic fail. As the troop got closer, the leader pointed at Gangui and shouted military lingo. Taking a deep breath, it suddenly dawned onto him that being on the receiving end the Etzorsi army's ire was a terrible idea. Despite the moment of clarity, he had no intentions of going back on his word to Noth.

Drawing his sword, Gangui steeled his nerves before kicking his horse into a gallop. As he flew over the grassy field, the sparkling light of the sun shinned off his blade. Hanging on tightly with his knees, he leaned forward trying to balance his center of gravity. Focusing in on the task at hand did little to the alleviate the sensation that he was going to fall off his horse from the tremendous gallop.

"HIYAAAAHH!!"

The soldiers suddenly stopped running and formed a shield wall about one hundred yards before contact. Drawing the reins left with his free hand, the barbarian overly corrected his horse's direction, sending it flying sharply west. Letting go of the rein he nearly lost his balance, but swung his momentum the other way to avoid falling. The troop of Etzorsi soldiers did not move position, rather they shifted their shield-wall clock wise to match the barbarian approach. Regaining control did not make anything easier though, because his untrained horse began to slow down and loose it's sense of direction.

Clumsily, Gangui brought his horse to a full stop. Shifting around in the saddle, the amateur rider could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The soldiers in the distance remained quiet and still for an entire bit, waiting for the red-head warrior to make a move. Gangui had no intention of doing so, but he needed to do something. Shrugging, he began to yell gibberish and wave his sword hoping to keep them still a while longer. Gangui couldn't help, but smile at the ridiculousness of a single man contesting an entire group of trained soldiers.

The troop slowly put down their shields and looked at him with confused expressions. Deciding that Noth had enough time to escape, Gangui kicked his horse into a trot and rode away north as if nothing had ever happened.
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Gangui


Knowledge:
  • Aukari Soldiers: Remove Fallen Soldiers From The Battlefield
  • Aukari Soldiers: Use Javelins
  • Blades: Exposing As Little Skin As Possible
  • Blades: How To Stand Against Longbows
  • Deception: Lying About Why Someone Should Help You
  • Detection: Recognising Strange Noises
  • Endurance: Hiking Mountains
  • Etzos: Hostile to Sirothelle
  • Etzos Soldiers: Use Shielded Combat
  • Fieldcraft: Sliding Down A Hill
  • Fieldcraft: Staying Hidden On Top Of A Hill
  • Fieldcraft: Surviving a Night Without Fire
  • Location: The Westride Plains
  • Mount: Outriding Soldiers
  • Mount: Riding With A Sword Drawn
  • Noth: Bird-Like Monster
  • Noth: Tried To Intimidate You
  • Vauni: "I Spit On Faldrun"

Loot: Four gold nels, given to you in exchange for helping Noth.
Injuries: No.
Fame: -1, Deceiving Etzori Soldiers
Devotion: No.
Magic: No.

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5

Comments: Loved the inclusion of the maps! Just be aware - Noth said he took the sword, and in your next post, you went back to retrieve the sword. Noth still would have had it. Just be careful with details like that.


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Knowledge:
  • Aukari Soldiers: Remove Fallen Soldiers From The Battlefield
  • Aukari Soldiers: Use Javelins
  • Endurance: Hiking Mountains
  • Etzos: Hostile to Sirothelle
  • Etzos Soldiers: Use Shielded Combat
  • Fieldcraft: Staying Hidden On Top Of A Hill
  • Gangui: A Defiant Man
  • Gangui: Known As Red-Hair
  • Gangui: Not A Veteran Of Battles
  • Intimidation: It's All In The Voice
  • Location: The Westride Plains
  • Ranged Combat: Arrows Can Pierce Through Arms
  • Ranged Combat: Keeping Arrows Notched Without Firing
  • Ranged Combat: Plucking On The Bow Without Firing
  • Stealth: Tracking Soldiers
  • Stealth: Following Humans Up Mountains Silently
  • The Sensation of Ending A Life

Loot: One eye of an Etzori soldier, which will rot in the next two trials. One set of iron greaves with Etzori insignia (note: if you wear this in the presence of Etzori citizens, you will provoke hostility.) One locket with the portrait of a dead lover inside. Nine silver nels, as you gave all your gold nels to Gangui.
Injuries: No.
Fame: -1, Looting The Dead.
Devotion: No.
Magic: No.

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5

Comments: Noth is so sinister! I would hate to meet him alone on a hill...


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Really fun thread. Not often you get to see combat being described by the outsiders - Gangui, you really put a lot of effort into describing the movements of the armies, and I appreciated that. Noth, I liked your intimidation tactics - honestly, I feel like he's so snarky. Good thread guys.
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