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|KaiserKold||Posted on Feb 3 2011, 10:54 PM|
|OOC: Randall... Women's favorite things are not horses or men. Women's favorite things are (in this order) A: Shoes. B. Chocolate.|
|Guest||Posted on Feb 1 2011, 04:32 PM|
| t has been said that when people are put in near death experiences, they develop a heightened sense of being where time begins to slow down and the mind aquires a sense of clarity on a given situation. Let it be known that none of the these abilities shown themselves to our charasmatic protagonist. If anything the world began to speed up literally as his physical body ran for dear life.
"hA, HA, I KaTCH Uw gOTe Man" bellowed the Troll as he came crashing towards him through the alleyways of the town, sending anything sky-high that got in his way, most notably a cow named Betzy who would later be found miraculously alive in Mr. Waltzonís attic.
Cain Rhys took a split second while running to look behind at his pursuerers. To his dismay, not counting the troll locamotive about 50 yrds behind him, there was also a orc catching up to him with long strides and carrying above his head a pretty nasty axe only 5 yrds behind him.
At this time, Cainís heart felt like it would just pump right out of his chest at a 100 miles a hour and his legs and lungs burned with pain from the strain of his mad dash. He blamed himself, he was never a go getter if you know what I mean, as far as he was concerned if it didnít involve women, alchohol, food, or music then there was no reason to move in that direction. Usually most of his so called adventures led him to bars and taverns since that was where he could find all of these in one place.
Damn these stocky goat legs, why couldít I have been a Centaur, I could outrun these idiots in a couple strides with my long slender muscular horse legs. His whole life he had been jelous of his horsey cousins. Itís only natural when being a half creature and then there being another half creature that does a one up on you and is blesses with a horse's body instead of a goats. women love them it combines their two favorite things horses and guys and not to mention the longer appendage that could come in handy in bed. He had come to the decision long ago that if he could ever find a powerful enough wizard that he would ask him to be changed into a centaur
|KaiserKold||Posted on Jan 30 2011, 03:08 PM|
|Zibakki quickly threw himself to the left, and slammed down at the swinging man with his shield hands.|
|The Rogue King||Posted on Jan 30 2011, 12:23 PM|
| As the spiked warrior connected with Zibakki's shields head first, a blow that caused no more damage than any other hit to the head that Spitz had recieved over his several years of mad charges. He grabbed onto the shields and swung his body underneath the shields, pointy feet moving directly toward his enemys abdomen.
As Spitz slid around the shields one of the dual spears of his enemy left a deep gash along his left shoulderblade. The other glanced off a short spike doing nothing more than tearing the leather of his jacket.
|KaiserKold||Posted on Jan 29 2011, 07:30 PM|
| Zibakki silently laughed at the foolhardy charge. He swung his bucklers up and thrust them with all the might he could muster, his feet dug into the brick of the roof, and followed with a double thust of his spears.
Zibakki roared triumphanty in anticipation of his expected hit.
|The Rogue King||Posted on Jan 29 2011, 06:58 PM|
| The shield connected with Spitz's chest spikes, though not as powerful as he had anticipated, it still made him stumble back half a step. As the spear approached however Spitz decided to turn the momentum of the half stumble into a backwards summersault barely evading the powerful jab.
As he came out of his summersault Spitz maintained his crouch and then launched himself back toward his adversary with all the force his mighty legs could offer. The spikes along Spitz's shoulders extended to about three feet and his head became covered in long thin needle. There was no finese in the battle lusters attack he had only one goal, to hurt his enemy.
|KaiserKold||Posted on Jan 27 2011, 09:09 PM|
| Zibakki threw up his right buckler and forced the spear out wide with frightening strength.
Flowing with the momentum of that swing, he brought his left buckler forward for a shield bash - a feint - for he was truthfully preparing a jab from his right spear which struck out a second later.
|Lord Hoehn||Posted on Jan 21 2011, 12:43 PM|
| "Did you just scream?" said one of the girls in disbelief. Murmurs of discontent echoed around the table with more and more dirty looks pointed his way.
"Ladies you were by some chance mistaken, Ha ha, I think I know what happened, see what you thought was a scream which to some who are unfamilar with warcrys would understand that I at the first sign of danger to yourselves released the... Alto warcry of Dubaner, a very powerful secret warcry that would scare their enemies off in the Great Battle of the Gormac Blitz. A magnificent story to be sure, shall I tell you of it.
Cain Rhys began to look for his violin, Ah, there we go, finally finding it tucked underneath the table.
"That was no Alto Warcry! I know a scream when I hear it, what do you take us for, idiots!" All the girls were beginning to fume.
"Wendy, be reasonable" if you just hear me out said Cain as he scooted farther and farther away from the women that were now grapping objects.
"My name is Marsha you pompous cowardly goat" throwing a goblet at Cain's face that smacked him right across the nose.
"Owe!, my nose, what if its broken", said Cain alarmed, his eyes began to turn a bit watery from the pain.
"Hmph" the girls disgusted that they believed and listened to such a cowardly creature, "Get out there and fight you goat!" "We don't want you here" "Never come back" were some of the words thrown at him as he ran out of the building, along with a assortment of silverware, cups, and dishes.
"Let it be known!" said Cain Rhys as he was fending off the vollies of objects while exiting the tavern "That the whole world of Sylvam will hear how all the girls in unsbar are FILTHY DIRTY SLUTS!" Another cup went threw the doorway and popped him once again in the nose
"OWE!" "THAT HURTS!", while holding his nose he took a moment to observe his new surroundings wich were filled with the sounds of metal on metal, cracked bones, and death. He was not at all happy with his new surroundings. The captain and his men were preforming heroicly under such overwelming odds though they could not hold them off forever. That new "allpowerful spitz character" or so everyone seemed to think, was about to go one on one with another "allpowerful character" from the otherside, A little over dramatic if you ask me
"LOk iTs a GoTe Man" LeTS get em!" yelled one of the orcs that had just drove a metal spike into its latest victim.
"YaH! I lOvE GOat" yelled one of the abnormally fat Trolls, comming up at him with a wooden club.
Cain Rhys looked around This is not good
|The Rogue King||Posted on Sep 5 2010, 07:10 PM|
|Spitz smiled as the second troll dropped, oh this is gonna be fun. His slow determined walk turned into an excited sprint, soon he was running all out leaving behind a trail of spikes sticking into the ground. Slowly the spike got longer and longer forming a dangerous ramp straight up to the roof where Zibbaki was waiting. Not missing a beat Spitz continued straight forward bringing a spear forth from his hand and driving it toward his opponents chest.|
|KaiserKold||Posted on Sep 5 2010, 06:45 PM|
| Zibakki taunted Spitz even more after he knew he had gotten the man's attention. After the troll died and man continued his way over to the building Zibakki waited on, he watched as another huge troll lumbered up for a piece of the spikey human. Zibakki rolled his eyes and threw an axe that lay at his feet. It imbedded into the troll's thick neck and brought its role in the battle to a close.
Spitz was his to kill.