Sword of Sacrifice

zak after hearing the news takes of after Braavos, hoping its not under attack because of there actions

After an hour of running, he found himself near Wessenridge. It was a grim sight. He could see several pillars of smoke, and the yellowish glow of fire surrounded the village.

"Their burning it to the ground!" He shouted to the old man.

He ran for another half hour until he was at the city gates, which had been destroyed. Inside, he saw people screaming and running. There weren't many dead to be seen, but the bodies of those who resisted could occasionally be seen on the side of the road.

"Alright, we need a plan..." Braavos said as he pulled the old man behind a building so as to avoid detection.

Dathdr ran at full speed, much faster and longer then a human, and arrives in town to see Braavos and Zak hiding behing a building. He hears Braavos say "Alright, we need a plan...".
Dathdr runs up, and says "Yes, I agree so. You two, try to save some of the villagers. I will engage the leader of this brigand." As he says this, Dathdr draws an arrow, cutting his palm with it, and notches it into his bow. He is ready to fight.

Braavos jumped back a space, rather surprised. "Woah, didn't expect YOU to be the one to find ME."

"Nonetheless, I am glad you are well, and apologize for giving you more trouble than you deserved."

Braavos peered around the building as Dathdr cut his palm, and saw a group of soldiers at the end of the road. "Are you certain it is wise to take on this many with our numbers? And how about you, old man?"

"ill fight, but i sugest we do so wisely, no need to kill out selfs. maybe see if we can lure a few a way at a time"

"I don't think that'll work at the moment. If I'm not mistaken, that's the town square at the end of this road and they all seem to amassed right there. And we don't know if there are other groups of soldier yet..."

"why not have you put on a dress, with your long red hair i am sure at least one desprate solider would chase after you"

"Well that didn't go well..." Lock said to Crixus. After abruptly walking into a campfire of chaos every person, orc, elf, and small person fled the scene heading in different directions.

"See Crixus, that's why I hate talking to people. All of them are crazy. I bet you're happy I'm not crazy... right, Crixus?
Crixus blinked.

"Yep, you should be." Lock said with a smile. "Well we should probably get going, but first..."
Lock quickly went about extinguishing the two campfires.
"Ranger's duty!" Lock said to Crixus "Now, where should we go, Crixus?"

Crixus suddenly shrieked loudly and flew upwards.
"Uh, oh" Lock said as he quickly climbed a tree. Lock could see smoke in the distance.

"Quickly, Crixus! We have to put that fire out!"
Lock ran as fast as he could towards the growing pillar of smoke. He could hear shouts and screams in the distance. Lock finally made it to the edge of the town that appeared to be on fire. Next to a building Lock saw two humans and an elf which he remembered seeing at the campfire. Lock quickly ran over to them.

"Greetings friends! I am Lock Balaside and this is Crixus." Lock said while holding up the hawk on his arm who screeched a hello.
"Shouldn't we go extinguish this fire now tha-" Lock noticed that the elf had notched an arrow and that the men had swords out. A clash of metal and a cry of pain in the distance told Lock that this fire wasn't an accident.
"Looks like we have to put our training to good use, eh Crixus." Lock said as he drew his iron sword.

Braavos glared at the snippy old man, "I see that all of those gray hairs haven't earned you any wisdom. Well if you intend to barge on in there without knowing the situation, then I sure as hell ain't dragging your body back to your family."

Suddenly, the man with the hawk from earlier ran up next to them.

Dathdr gapes at the newcomer, the ranger with the hawk from the camp. "Good!" Dathdr says, as the newcomer draws a sword. "We now have one more person to aid us in this attack. Our goal is to get the villagers out safely, while attacking small groups of troops. I hope we are victorious."

"From the looks of it, the leader is that grizzled looking knight with the lance." Braavos said, pointing. Leave him for last, I'm certain that he'll be trouble enough even without any comrades to help him.

Hector walked through the town looking for a place to get a drink. Soon he came across a pub named “The Golden Lantern”. As he was preparing to enter four men walked out rather hurriedly.

“Good evening fellows,” said Hector attempting to be nice. The group ignored him and continued to flee the bar. “What would be their rush…?” he said rather to himself as he opened the door.

To his astonishment all of the citizens were staring at three dead guards in the corner of the room.

“Their dead,” he said causing attention to himself, “No use in staring at them anymore.”

Hector ignored them and turned his attention to the bar maiden who was staring at him in fear, “Is it the mask…? It’s the mask isn’t it,” He said jokingly, “I would like a two bottles of cheap wine and don’t worry about a cup.”

He threw down 5 balsa onto the table and dragged the two bottles closer two him. He opened one and began to drink it.
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Two bottles later Hector found himself staggering as he walked to the bathroom.

“The kings army!!” shouted someone entering the building, “They are attacking the city!! We must go and hide!”

”What!?” shouted Hector in complete laughter, “You flee when you should bear arms??”

“There is to many for us,” said the man in a rushed tone, “We are simple farmers, if you are smart you two would flee!”

“If you attack,” said Hector staggering forward, “Then you have a chance of living. If you hide, they will inevitably come back.”

”You don’t understand!” shouted the man.

“I do!” said Hector, “You’re a simple cunt who takes no pride in his family! Your child and wife must be lame (mentally impaired) if you do not have even the slightest dignity to fight for him!”

“You will pay for that!” said the man pulling out a dagger and walking toward him.

“HA!” said Hector in a drunken manner, “You would attack me for what I have said of your child and wife but not a man with the intent of killing your child and raping your wife?? This army you speak of is only a handful of mortal men who can be defeated, if you were wise you would realize this and fight against them.”

“What this man says is true,” said another man standing up from his table, “We should fight against the guards and defend what is ours! I know you all, as I grow tired of rebuilding what they destroy! Let us show them we are more then we appear!”

The pub cheered and some men left to tell others of their plan.

Two soldiers walked into the pub and the men drew their weapons.

”You dare draw a weapon at the king’s army?” said one of the two guards, “that is a death sentence!”

The men charged and overwhelmed the two suprised guards slitting both of their throats and stabbing them in the face a few times then cheering at their victory.

Hector cheered with them and watched as they all left the bar and took to the streets.

Hector, now alone, checked the guards, taking both of their gold. He dropped his own rather pitiful sword and took both of theirs (sliding one through his belt loop and wielding the other). Then he lifted one of the guards about the same size as he and dragged him to the back room of the pub and took off his armor and placed it upon himself. He put back on his regular clothes over the armor to hide it and left the helmet, as he did not need it (he wears a mask).

Hector then slipped into the streets and fled down an ally to hide as the fight ensued only prepared to fight if it became necessary.

"Holy hell." Braavos stated under his breath as he saw a crowd of villagers start viciously assaulting the soldiers.

"Now's just the chance we needed!" he shouted, pulling both swords free.

He charged towards the nearest soldier, with intent to kill.

Dathdr saw Braavos charge at a soldier, and, notching the blood spattered arrow, charges with him.

zak chages into fight with others lightning bolt in one hand fire ball in other

---Boss Battle 01 = Rosso Wilhelm---

Engage.

“Eh?! What the fuck is going on?!” Wilhelm shouted. One moment he was enjoying his swift and painless victory, and a moment later his entire battalion was being swarmed by a mob of ornery peasants. “Bugger off, ye’ filthy cattle!” He shouted, thrusting the shaft of his lance into the belly of a nearby commoner armed with a pitchfork. As the man screamed and died, Wilhelm withdrew his lance to strike at an angry cart-hauler. He realized with intense displeasure that many of his unit were being overwhelmed by the small folk. Already four of his men lay dead in the streets, and two had yet to return from scouting out the town.

“Worthless scum!! Every one u’ you!” He shouted, forcibly stabbing down a group of peasants whilst two more of his men died next to him. He was officially down to half of his unit’s original number.

It was then that Wilhelm’s situation went from worse to worst. From somewhere off to the side, a volley of arrows came screaming through. Three more of his men fell dead, with arrows stuck in their skulls. He heard a loud roar, followed by the groans of death as a red-haired man felled two soldiers, a sword in each hand. He noticed that the man had a small wound at his side (Sustained from a glancing blow from a short sword) A loud screech could be heard as a hawk flapped about, savagely scratching at whomever it met, while it's master slashed at the men who came near him.

“You dare defy your king?! We are soldiers sent by his majesty Barthathos Golvaga, himself!!” Wilhelm shouted as he pulled his lance out of another fallen enemy, and pointed it at the red haired man. It was then that he was struck with a blast of realization : The red-haired man was the same one from Nilbs. “I knew there was something suspicious about you!!” He shouted, as he charged at the man , his spear at the ready. The two clashed, swords holding back lance as the two stood there trying to overpower the other. Wilhelm almost didn’t notice as a lightning blast fried the rest of his remaining troops. “Tell me your name, so that I may know who I am about to kill!” The sergeant shouted, no longer able to hold back his rage. “My name is Braavos, and you have no right to terrorize these innocent people.” His red haired foe stated with contempt.

“No right?” Wilhelm laughed boisterously, and jumped backwards so as to create some space between him and his foeman. “What are these scum you see around you if not property of the king? They live and raise families on his land, they eat the food that grows on his fields, and they bitch about every second of it. These people are nothing but ungenerous rats, and will be treated as such.” Braavos swung his left sword at the man, which was parried, and said, “But how is that a reason to kill them? They’ve committed no treasons!” Wilhelm spat and said, “No treasons? These shits have been providing those rebels with armour and weapons. They’re no less guilty than the rats that wield them.”

Braavos spat back, “Haven’t you ever thought that might be because the king is a heartless fucking tyrant?! He-” Braavos was cut off by a sudden lance thrust that imbedded itself into his shoulder. With a grunt of pain, Braavos was pinned against the wall by the sergeant. “I’ll hear no more of your shit-stained slander, boy! You’ve lived too long as it is..”

Fortunately for Braavos, Lock spun beside the sergeant, and planted his sword into the man's shoulder blade, forcing the grizzled old warrior to stumble backwards. Seeing his chance, Braavos wheeled around, snapping the lance with his sword, while Zak lit Wilhelm up with a deafening thunderbolt. Wilhelm screamed in anger and despair, and freed his dirk from his back sheathe. With a cry of “Die you worms!” he was sidestepped, and slashed across the side by Braavos as another arrow found it’s way through Wilhelm’s throat.

That was it. The old sergeant stood there for a second, glaring at Braavos with something that looked like pity. “He’ll… Bury you…” the defeated man said as he fell to his knees, and slumped over to his side.

And thus, Rosso Wilhelm died.




LEVEL UP - Braavos, Dathdr, and Zak have ascended to level 3 (Yes I’m aware that a level was skipped. That was a big fight) You two have 2 stat points to spend

LEVEL UP - Lock has reached level 2

Braavos, Dathdr, Lock, and Zak received iron armour from the dead soldiers (Zak can’t use it but can sell it)

Braavos, Dathdr, Lock, and Zak also received 200 bolsa.

Hector receives 100 bolsa for ingenious use of the local peasantry (Most of whom died)

Sheathing his blades, Braavos grunted, and sank to one knee, clutching a hand over his mauled shoulder. "This is nothing." he thought, lying to himself to help deal with the agonizing pain. "I bet I could look all the way through the hole and out the other end if I had a mirror..." He growled to himself as he stood back up and immediately started heading out the northwestern gate, towards a mid-sized town called Waynesbrook.

"I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I sure ain't sticking around this joint." Braavos muttered to himself. If the elf and old man still wanted anything to do with him, then he was sure that they would notice his leaving.

add one point to strength and one to luck

a little after the battle Zak was helping the villagers rebuild, though many of them had died, and there were probably not enough people to sustain a town Zak thought they deserved hope.

Zak after walking thou the wreckage of homes and bodies he came to the conclusion,

he would do whatever was in his power to stop the king and empire.

Zak having noted before that the man with the red hair had left asked the elf if he wanted to go after him with him

(add one point to skill, the other to luck)

Dathdr collects the armor from a dead soldier, a suit of chain mail (iron armor) that he may wear to protect himself in more battles to come. He looks around, and notices Braavos limping away, toward the road. Dathdr collects the arrows he had fired, and runs off to join him, certain that he shall need aid in the times to come.

Hector walked out of the ally he had been hiding in, his head now thinking clearer as the effects of the wine began to fade.

"Huzzah!" he shouted to the towns people who were bleeding and mending to their wounds, "As I said before the army was not indestructible! You have defeated them and you are safe from their grasp for now!"

"We would have never done this without your words of courage kind sir," said a man who had been in the bar, "What is your name noble sir, it will be told to my children for generations of the bravery you have given us."

"You may call me Hector.." Hector stopped for a minute, it seemed he had forgotten his last name, "Hector. Hector Von Havoc."

Hector smiled and bowed then turned his attention to man he had noticed during the battle who had showed fair courage. Noticing the man was now leaving Hector pushed through the crowd toward the person so that he could have a word with him.

"Wait," said Hector tapping the man on the shoulder, "From the way you fought this night, it appears this is not your first battle. I tend to.. dabble.. in alchemy, and with a few plants from the forest could possibly help mend your wound you have sustained."

"I'm sorry?", Tinie said. "I didn't hear you talking, Angelo. I was meditating."

"Meditating?", Angelo asked. "Why?"

"Well, it's kind of a telepathic link that the magic guild uses to communicate. I got this necklace...", Tinie said, pulling a small amulet from under his robes. "Most mages get one when they enter the guild. Wessenridge is under attack, and the guild there is destroyed. I need to get the telepathy crystal there to a safe place."

Tinie got up from the camp, and moved to a small clearing nearby. He then began a teleport spell, it would take about twenty minutes.

Braavos glanced over at Dathdr, as the elf appeared beside him, silent as a cat. "I'm glad that you were not hurt, my friend." He said, still holding onto his bleeding shoulder.

Suddenly, a strange masked man appeared beside him, and said, "From the way you fought this night, it appears this is not your first battle. I tend to.. dabble.. in alchemy, and with a few plants from the forest could possibly help mend your wound you have sustained."

Braavos looked from the strange man to the the elf, highly suspicious of the man's intentions (His weird ass mask certainly didn't make the situation any more comfortable!)

After a few seconds, Braavos responded, "That would be most appreciated. Just don't try anything funny..."

"And might you have a name?"

Gurog came back with an armful of firewood, but his eyes never left the smoke in the distance. He wondered what could be on fire around here, even his boys hadn't been dumb enough to just go setting random trees on fire...

"Sum pillagin'..." He thought suddenly, yes, that made sense. He had done it numerous times. Ransack the town than burn it to the ground, that explained it.

Gurog dropped the firewood by Zay, who seemed to be progressing with making the fire. He let himself stop thinking about the burning town, now he was focused on finding something to eat...

"And might you have a name?" said the red haired man.

"Ah.." said Hector in a neutral tone glaring off into the distance, "I am a rouge with a soul as black as midnight and a vengeance as red as new shed blood. Like a dead leaf my days of living are now over and I travel threw the river current going with the flow. What I am has no name and should not be named; however, you may call me Hector... Hector Von Havoc as it is what i was called before my end."

As he spoke Hector kneeled down and picked a flower and slowly plucked off its petals, placing them into his pocket, throwing back down the stem.

"Thats one ingredient," he said looking around, "I will search for the rest at sunrise as it is to dark to search right now. Do you have a camp in mind or do you plan on traveling through the woods all night?"

Braavos glared. He decided immediately that he didn't like this fella, not even a little bit. "They call me Braavos." he said, trying to sound casual.

"And as for a camp... Well it'll probably be morning by the time we get to the next village, so I advise we go set up camp amongst those trees over there*" he said, pointing at a thicket of redwoods.

"Does that sound good to you?"


* Not the same area as we stayed at near the beginning of the game