Sword of Sacrifice

Dathdr saw the slaughter, enraged, and yelled "For the pride of the Elven nation, and the protection of the innocent, you shall perish!" Dathdr loads his bow and charges after Braavos.

zak charged into the fight.

"may the gods be with us freinds"

Zay looked in shock at Ryan, then heard screams and shouts from the main gate's direction, as well as a shout that sounded similar to the elf's voice.

"Join me?" she hissed at Ryan before charging out the door to assist her elf friend.

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Is willing to sacrifice self to save Ryan or Dathdr.

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The stranger and the boy left the inn, and walked into the dark alleys of the city. "Ive noticed you are quiet fond when you come in contact with the sight of blood." the stranger smiled "Would you like to experience that satisfaction again?" The boy answered quickly "Yes stranger."

The stranger laughed and spotted a traveling sales men rideing down the road, the road was unpopulated and it seemed the traveling sales men was lost. "Excuse me good sir, where would i find the city of jerdy?" asked the traveler.

"Youve come to the right place, and may i ask what do you sell that you have stored in your caravan?" asked The stranger, the traveler couldnt refuse a sale "Well good sir i have the the finest cloths in all of Jerdy and beyond."

The stranger was amused and spoke to the boy outloud, not caring who heard, and turned to The boy "Well, its about time for you to choose your wardrobe isnt it?" and before the traveler had a chance to speak again The stranger and The boy charged with weopons drawn.

Ryan draws his blade and slides his shield onto his arm and takes off, matching Zay's pace and shouting over the rising din of battle, "FOR THOSE LEFT BEHIND!"

The Fool vs Traveling Salesman

___COMMENCE___

The Fool attempts to stab the salesman, but unfortunately for The fool, the salesman had been robbed many times in his long career. This sort of things tends to give people quick reflexes and jumpy trigger fingers. As a result, The fool got stabbed across the face.

As he fell to the ground bleeding, the stranger snapped the salesman's neck.

___CONCLUDE___

LEVEL UP spend your stat point

35 bolsa obtained

The stranger laughed, but the sound of his laughter was quickly replaced by the screaming boy "My face! My face! My face!" the boy felt a line across his face and just kept screaming.

The stranger just grabbed him up from the ground and laughed "My boy, you feel no pain, your mind makes you think you have pain but you dont." The boy was stupified with this new discovery. They both started laughing and dragged the body of the traveler and his caravan into the darkness.

- - -Boss Battle 02 = Garemiah Bergram- - -

Engage.

“Long red hair, blue eyes, two blades, yes this is definitely one of them.” Bergram muttered as he studied the five people approaching.

“This will not take long.”

“You lot, leave these whelps to me.” The captain said to his nineteen remaining soldiers. (One had taken a pitchfork in the throat) Of course, they obeyed. Instead, they busied themselves with raping or killing the surrounding peasants, depending on their gender.

“Yes, let’s see how you fare against ‘Bergram the Beast’.” He chuckled to himself, hefting his gigantic blade over his shoulders.

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“What’s he thinking?” Braavos wondered. It looked like the big one was motioning for his men to stay behind. “Is he thinking of taking us all on at once?” Dathdr asked, notching an arrow.

Braavos had expected to see Dathdr and Zak next to him, but was surprised to see Zay and some odd fellow with a sword there as well.

“Alright, let’s do this just like Wessenridge!” Braavos shouted once they were less than twenty feet from their enemy, who just stood there smiling. Dathdr and Zak stopped following ten feet away so that they could attack from a distance, but once Braavos was within striking distance the man swung his terrible blade in a mighty arch.

At first Braavos thought to deflect the attack. That was a mistake. “Fuck.” Was the only phrase that could reach his brain before the mithril greatsword smashed into his twin steel blades, breaking them both into a million shards in a shower of sparks as if they were insignificant twigs in a hurricane. Braavos himself wasn’t ripped to shreds, but the force of the attack blasted him back a good ten feet onto his backside.

He laid there motionless for a moment, coughing up blood, before he was able to scramble back to his feet and draw the two iron swords that he had forgotten to sell. He could see Dathdr and Zak both shouting and firing off attacks at the brute, but the man merely laughed and took the attacks as if they were nothing.

“I am the king’s most feared Captain, Garemiah Bergram, and you will never defeat me…” the man said, as he brought his sword down on the strange man (SettingSun) who was ripped asunder, blood spewing everywhere. He didn’t appear dead, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“You’ll pay for that!” Braavos could hear one of his comrades say, but he couldn’t tell whom. From behind Bergram, the soldiers who weren’t raping and killing were watching and laughing. Readying himself, Braavos joined Zay, who was doing an admirable job of dodging Bergram’s lightning fast attacks. “Hit him left!” Braavos shouted to Zay as he himself charged for the captain’s right. The plan was to attack him at the same time, and hopefully one would be able to land a hit while Bergram was busy fending off the other.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work.

Realizing their plan, Bergram pulled out a double-sided axe from his belt loop, and hurled it at Braavos at lightning fast speed, whistling through the air as it spun.

The axe was too quick to see, much less dodge. It slammed into Braavos’ chest at full force, and a sharp pain was the last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness.

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Bergram was amazed at the simplicity of the fight. “How on earth did a pack of cunts like you ever kill Rosso?” He asked, slamming his massive blade into Zay’s side, effectively putting her out of commission. Another lightning bolt zapped him in the chest, doing little more than singing his chest hair, and another quarrel of arrows buried themselves in his armor.

Bergram chuckled and said, “With those paltry weapons, you won’t get far against bruxic armor.”

Zak responded by shouting “Die demon!” and sending another lightning bolt at the captain, which glanced off of his armor and collided into a house. The soldiers behind Bergram continued their taunts and laughter as their captain slowly raised his sword over his shoulders.

With speed that shouldn’t be possible for a human, Bergram dashed in between Dathdr and Zak, swinging his blade around in a massive circle. In one attack, both the archer and the mage were incapacitated.

- - -The party has been defeated- - -

Wiping what little sweat had accumulated on his brow, Bergram sighed. “How utterly pathetic. That was so easy it almost wasn’t even sporting.”

“I think they’re alive, sir.” One of his men said, pointing.

“So they are.” Bergram replied, hefting his sword above Dathdr’s neck, preparing to execute them one by one.

Suddenly, the screams of death and the clang of steel on steel made him look toward the gate his men had come in from.

“Sir! They’re here! The Red Patriots! They-” The soldier was cut off as an arrow to the back killed him.

“Fuck!” Bergram shouted, growing pale. He had not expected this, especially from the direction they had just come from. “Everyone fall back!” Bergram barked, pointing down the road in the direction the five miscreants had come from. But as he looked where he was pointing, he was angered to see that even more Red Patriots were coming from the direction too.

“We’re boxed in.” Bergram muttered, with a sense of defeat. Even he stood no chance of victory against that many, even if they were all armed with sticks.

In moments, Bergram’s nineteen men were slaughtered, and he was utterly surrounded. He realized with an intense feeling of failure that the five he had defeated were being treated by the rebel army’s medics.

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“You’ve lost, Bergram.” A man of thirty six with long red hair tied in a ponytail said, stepping out from the crowd. The man was wielding two blood stained bruxic scimitars.

“Bahntalos.” Bergram spat. “I’ve heard stories about you. You‘re Freid‘s favorite little cunt if I remember.”

Bahntalos smiled and said, “If by ‘cunt’ you mean ‘general’ then yes, you are correct.”

Bergram spat again, “I don’t give a shit if you’re his man-slut.” If you’ve any balls, you’ll face me right now in single combat.

Bahntalos smiled again, and was about to oblige Bergram, when he noticed Braavos over on the ground, being attended to by a medic.

Bahntalos’ eyes grew wide for a split second. Without any warning, he dashed at Bergram, who laughed, shouting, “That’s more like it!!!” And swung his greatsword at his much smaller opponent. Reacting immediately, Bahntalos jumped in the air, doing a backflip over Bergram’s head. In mid-flip, he slashed a deep bloody wound in the captain’s right shoulder, severing his arm.

Bergram screamed out in pain, holding onto the stump of his missing arm as Bahntolos landed behind him. With an enraged roar, he thrust the killing stroke at Bergrams’ spine, but in a flash of light and smoke, Bergram disappeared.

___ CONCLUDE ___

80 bolsa awarded to all five participants (Even though you got pwnt)

I wasn't around to post yesterday so count this as my part for during the battle.

Hector had quietly fallowed his comrades when Darthdr had mentioned supplies. With a sudden spark of interest he walked into a shop that read "alchemical supplies".

"Now THAT is a store for me!" said Hector happily as he opened the door to see a tall elven lady staring back at him.

"Good evening," she said looking at his mask with an uneasy smile, "Anything particular you would like?"

"Yes actually!" he said rather giddily, "I would like a ferzien leaf, a pickled summer blossom, and a swam wallow."

"Creating a fuming concoction are we?" said the lady getting the items he had said.

Momentarily amazed Hector stared at the lady. "Yes actually," he said, "So one could assume you do not mere dabble in alchemy?"

"I have studied it for many a year," said the woman bagging the items.

"Yes thank you," said Hector looking at the bag, "In another bag I would like a screaming womp, a sevearing gloom, and a bit of vampire dust."

"You do know that these items do not make anything together.." said the lady packing the items.

"Indeed," said Hector wittily, "However when combined with items easily found throughout the woodlands, one could make a deadly little mix."

"Indeed," said the woman, "The items in the first bag will be 25 balsa together and in the second bag it will be 32 balsa."

"Yes, yes," said Hector reaching to his side and counting out the balsa, "Here it is."

Hector handed the woman the money and stashed away the items.

"Have you ever heard of the island of madness?" said the woman as hector began to leave.

"No," said Hector.

"You should seek it," said the lady, "I know little about it but I heard a group of travelers once talking of how it has many rare and fascinating plants and animals that can make remarkable potions and elixirs."

"Thank you for this information," said Hector bowing and leaving the store.

As he began to walk out of the store he heard metal clinging and the screams of women and children.

Hector peered outside and saw that his comrades were preparing to battle a much larger, stronger man.

"I am sorry comrades," said Hector, "However I will not ensue in this battle."

With that Hector walked out of the Alchemical Goods building and immediately walked to the back of the store and began to climb onto its roof to watch the battle from above.

Hector sat watching the battle and watched as each of his comrades were slaughtered like pigs. The man was preparing to execute them when another red haired man came riding in with his comrades and destroyed the army. He noticed they were aiding his fallen comrades after the battle so he decided they must be friendly.

Hector slowly climbed down the building and then slowly and unsurely made his way toward the group. He decided to hide behind the building closest to the group until he could here what these unknown men had to say. If they truly were friendly Hector decided he would come out of hiding; if not, he decided he would attempt a daring journey to the delightful place the elven lady had mentioned. Either way, Hector could see no loss in either of the two ideas

The boy and the stranger were walking towards a shop to see if they could buy The boy some new cloths to cover up the Gauze. When they walked inside The boy felt the Gauze slowly healing the gash across his face. The stranger walked up to the store clerk "How much will 30 Bolsas get us?" The clerk almost half asleep pointed at a dark robe and a light robe, the robes both had pockets for where The boy can store his dagger, and a hood for the boy to block the sun.

The boy chose the light one.

When the boy wore the cloths it felt good on him, and he realized how akward it was just being out in public nothing but Gauze.

The stranger was not happy with the color the boy chose, but they spent the bolsas and left.

"That color will make you stick out, wasnt a smart choice boy." the boy didnt care, he was pretty happy. "When will we meet that vampire again stranger?" then the stranger answered "Boy, vampires are very smart, if she knows whats good for her she will track us down." the playfulness was compeletly out of the strangers voice, but the boy ignored it and said "She was kinda nice, i dont see why you have to talk like that about her." the stranger looked at the boy "Boy, vampires are evil, vampires are blood thirsty demonic monsters, never ever trust one, right now i am your master, and you will listen to me." the boy was shocked.


The stranger broke the silence again and said "If your going to live by my side you will call me master, and nothing but master, and you will take off that robe and go back to the shop and get the dark one, do i make myself clear boy!?" the boy was stupified, but the smartest answer that he could muster was "Yes...master." and walked back to the shop and switched his robe.

Sword of Sacrifice
Chapter 4 - Serendipity

“Do… You know why you are here?” Barthathos asked. If he was annoyed, he didn’t show it in his melodious voice. He was completely naked, with his back turned to Bergram, but that was the least of the captain’s worries.

“Because I was teleported he-ARGH!” The captain tried to say, but was cut off as the cleaning fluid being administered to his severed stump made him call out in pain.

Barthathos sighed, “And why were you teleported here?” He lifted up his right arm to allow his personal seamstress to measure his arm-length for a new robe.

“Because I…” Bergram trailed off, not wanting to say the one word he hoped he’d never have to say.”

“You what?” The king asked, swiveling his head around to glare at the once proud captain.

Bergram tried again, “I…”

“YOU LOST!!” Barthathos shouted, backhanding Bergram with all of his might. The captain flew backwards a good fifteen feet, landing with a crunch and a spurt of blood from his destroyed arm. “You, who are supposed to be my best captain, lost to those rebel dogs.”

“We weren’t expecting them. Not so many, not there. I was only provided with enough men to capture the group that slew Wilhelm.” Bergam grunted out, spitting out a few teeth and a glob of blood.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Barthathos roared, grabbing the seamstress's head and slamming it into a wall, smashing her skull into pieces and sending bits of bone and brain everywhere. Barthathos glared at Bergram, his eyes wild and his red, uncombed hair even wilder.

The king strode over to the downed captain, and bent over, grabbing the man by his bloodstained hair.

“Do you know the ONLY reason why you are still alive?” Barthathos growled, yanking Bergram’s head sharply. The captain could see the extent of his king’s rage etched across his young face.

He smelled like lilacs and death.

Bergram was silent. He was in an extremely perilous situation, and certainly didn’t feel like exacerbating someone who could kill him with a thought.

“Because…” the king continued, “I don’t kill my own family… Uncle…”

And with that, Barthathos dropped Bergram’s head and quickly walked from the room, donning a robe hanging on a coat rack as he made his exit.

And there Bergram sat in silence for a good long while, wishing for vengeance. Vengeance for his lost arm, his lost pride, and most importantly his lost honor.

“I will not lose again.” He vowed to himself, there in the darkness of the king’s bedchamber.

Zay snores.

Tinie shouts insults at the approaching pirate ship.

Tia Dam creates floating arrows, while Kram readies a few fire spells.

Angelo grabs a loose rope and braces himself to jump, Tinie grabs onto the hem of his shirt so he can be flung across

Tinie couldn't see Gurog during all of this, but knew that he wasn't below deck. He couldn't fit.

“Watch out!!” Braavos shouted, sitting upright, abruptly.

“…Huh?” Was all he could manage to say when he noticed that he was no longer in the middle of a huge battle.

“Finally, you’re up.” said a familiar voice from behind him.

With a jerk, Braavos turned around, eliciting a sharp sting from his bandaged chest. Biting his tongue to keep from shouting out in pain, he laid down on his back, and looked up into the face of his eldest brother.

“Bahntalos.” Braavos said with an amused smile. “Care to tell me why I’m not dead? And where my clothes and friends are?”

Bahntalos smiled, and responded, “You’re friends are asleep in other rooms, you‘re not dead because I saved your candy ass, and your clothes were destroyed, especially that ugly shirt of yous. Just like your right lung was before Sally here healed you.” Bahntalos gestured toward a girl of about or sixteen years with light blue hair and green eyes. Braavos hadn’t noticed her.

“Thank you.” Braavos said to her, trying to prop himself up on a pillow (It was at that moment he realized he was in a bed)

Sally only turned red, made a little noise, and rushed out of the room.

Bahntalos laughed, “She’s shy, don’t mind her.” Braavos was puzzled.

“So where are we?” Braavos asked, wondering why the question hadn’t occurred to him sooner.

Bahntalos smiled again. “Why, you’re in Fort Valian, smack dab in the middle of Bantelford. You‘re home, little brother.”

Gurog takes a grappling hook and jumps over board, he hears Tinie insulting the approaching ship as he hits the water.
Gurog uses the ancient Orc warrior swimming technique (Dog paddle) to move through the water, and soon he's very close to the pirate ship.


They never see him coming.

Zay woke up, sitting up suddenly. She quickly realized that wasn't the best idea; she was still sore.

She was in a room all alone, but evidence proved it wasn't always like that. She got up slowly, and walked out of the room, cautiously, and stopped when she saw a girl with burning red cheeks appear and then shuffle away swiftly.

She had no idea where she is, but was curious. She heard voices from another room, where the girl appeared from, and she slowly peered her head around the corner to see 2 red-haired men talking. Curious, she stayed and listened.

The pirate ship sailed harmlessly by. Gurog had jumped over the side of the ship, intent on surprising the pirates. The orc was the one surprised.

The pirate captain was lashed to the wheel, and there was some sort of eerie feeling coming from it that Angelo and the wizards felt.

Kram shot a few harpoons at the ship to connect the two, and everyone but Tia Dam went over.

"By the love of Janova....", Tinie commented. "Angelo, stay with Tia. Can't take any risks leaving someone alone."

"What in the blazes?", Kram shouted after examining the body. "Let's search the cabin. This happened recently, the person may still be on the ship."

Gurog looked revolted at the idea, but accepted.

Inside the dank under hold of the pirate ship, a horror awaited them. Corpses, freshly drained of blood and impaled on various instruments.

"Tinie, do you see it?", Kram asked, pausing.

"What?"

"Silver weapons, all of these pirates have silver weapons...", Kram explained. "These are not pirates.....these are vampire hunters!"

All three of them jumped, but nothing was there.

"Continue on, there isn't much more of the ship to search. I'll look at these notes here.",Tinie said. "Don't worry, if something gets me you'll hear me."

Kram and Gurog went further into the ship to search.

Tinie grabbed a few notebooks, and replaced his iron dagger with a silver one.(Exact same stats)

They soon came back.

"Nothing here.", Kram said. "Let's burn it and leave. May Janova bless them."

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The pirate ship burned in the distance, as the group stood on the shores of Sof. Two wizards were waiting with bear mounts for the group.

"I have to get back to the mainland.", Kram said. "I hope your journey ends well."

Kram and the two wizards got onto the ship and were soon off, and off they were. The ship looked a lot faster than it felt.

Zak awoke with a scream. then noticing he was not dead, he tried to pull himself up. he then collapsed and started screaming again grasping at a wound on his chest going from his left shoulder to his right hipbone. though wondering why he was not dead he realized he was not going any where he decided to wait for someone to answer his screams.

Hector watched his comrades being carried away on cots. They all appeared to be lifeless and without hope.

"Your journey has ended comrades," he said quietly, "But mine is only beginning."

Hector walked back toward the alchemy shop and re-entered it.

"Hello once again," said Hector sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room.

"Evening," said the elf narrowing her eyes, "what is it you want."

"The location of this place you spoke of."

Dathdr opened his eyes, and immediately jumped up, reaching for his dagger, only to find that not only was he not in possession of his dagger, but he was clad in nothing but the sky above. Confused, he looked around, to find he is in a small room, with a trio of servants looking at him wide eyed from the hallway. Embarrassed, Dathdr grabs the nearest object, a plotted plant, and covers his shame, while the servants handed him his possessions, a fresh change of clothes, and some bread and water. Satisfied, Dathdr sits down, and to dull the pain he felt from the sword wound on his torso, took a long drag from the bottle of whiskey he received only minutes before the fight.

Origins of Sheelry Island- Island of Insanity
Unknown author

On a small Island there was once a ruler named Vespure who's only love was order. Everything on his island was controlled by him and anything that apposed or questioned him was destroyed.

One day while he made his way across the island to assure everything was in order, he came across a young las who he had not noticed until now. The woman was the most beautiful he had ever seen and immediately he walked over to her and told her she was to marry him. The woman, who had already been preposed to, refused the kings offer and told him she was going to married already. The king was utterly displeased at this and immediately had her lover beheaded in front of her. The king then ordered his men to capture the woman and take her to his castle so that he could indulge in her when he arrived back.

The king did not know that the woman he had captured was a sorcerer and as he walked in his bedchamber and disrobed her she cursed him and his land forever.

Months past by and the woman gave birth to the kings son who he took and named Brail. It wasn't until the boy was 12 that it was noticed he was mentally ill. The king blamed the mother of the child and had her executed.

As the king slept that night he was awoken by his son who stood by his side equipped with the kings very own sword. The son stabbed his father in the chest and watched as he bled to death.

"Why?" asked Vespure.

"It was the most logical thing I could do," said his son walking away.

The next day the son was deemed king of Sheelry. Immediately he had the castle guards executed and made into a stew which he ate for many nights.

"A new time has come for us my people," he said to his townsmen, "Sanity as left us and we shall start anew!"

From that day forth all children born in Sheelry were insane giving it its name- Island of Insanity.


Hector's journey thus begins..

So how's the rest of the family? Braavos asked, taking a few sips from the Whiskey that Sally had brought them a few minutes prior.

Bahntalos took a swig himself while he pondered his answer.

"Well," he began, "Borneos is leading troops into battle at Fort McAllister."

"Belidos is doing some mercenary work in Kesselnos, and probably agitating every female he sees."

"Bouros is among the troops at Fort McAllister under Borneos' command."

"Bofravos is still pretty dead. Not many people recover from hanging themselves."

"Byvvos is somewhere in Olos, doing god knows what..."

"Bisiteros is around here somewhere, he's my lead strategist."

"Bazzelelos works as a double agent within the king's army."

"Bolhalos left for the island of Sof about a week ago. He didn't say why."

"Baulkos is in Abernos, also doing mercenary work."

"Bynotos is either in Kesselnos or the Beanbridge Isles depending on the sea."

"And lastly, the twins Bhos and Balos are on their way to Excaliborne to try and convince the dwarves to help us in our cause. We don't expect them to be successful."



"Ah." Braavos responded, taking another draught of whiskey. He thought it was neat how Bahntalos listed them all in birth order."

Suddenly, they heard some odd noises.

"Hmm, that sounds like it's coming from the room we put your elf friend in." The older brother said, rising from his seat. "I'll go check on him."

As Bahntalos opened the door to exit into the hallway, he called out, "Sally, come watch my little brother please." She came scurrying up, cheeks still as red as they could be. "Make sure he doesn't hurt himself." he said with a playful expression, and thus he left the girl alone with Braavos.

Dressed to the waist, Dathdr finished the quart of whiskey in his pack, and reached for another that the servants had brought him. Seeing Jerdy, how he had failed...

Buildings burning, children screaming...

Dathdr tries to drown out these thoughts with more whiskey, falling off the bed as he does so.

Dozens dead, the river red with blood...

Sobbing, Dathdr goes for more whiskey, but finds the bottle empty already. Angry with everything, he throws the bottle at the mirror on the wall, smashing them both. He passes out, as the effect of the whiskey finally takes effect.

- - Bahntalos - -

He opened the door to the elf's room stepping inside. He saw the attendants loudly whispering to each other, obviously shocked by something, and the one mirror in the room was smashed to bits. When the attendants saw him, they immediately bowed. He waved his hand and they quickly left.

"What's going on in here?" Bahntalos asked the elf, smiling pleasantly.