Sword of Sacrifice

for hours, Hector, Zak, Dathdr, and Lock sparred with each other until they were all bruised and bloody. Laughing merrily, they made their way back to the fort and hoped like hell that they wouldn't have to be doing any moving for the next week.

All participants have leveled up.

Havoc's steel sword broke.

Lock's iron armour broke.

Austin lost 4 arrows

Zak's steelbound book of magic broke

(add point to strength)

"well that was a nice work out" Zak said panting from the exertion"

"may i suggest we go into town and get us some ale and meed, plus replace ant iteams lost"

(bye steel bound spell book and sell iron knife)

As the newly instated communist leader of the gnomes, Tinie found himself with minimal problems.

The dwarves were mad at the gnomes and wouldn't share mineral ore, but that left the gnomes more time to play with their robots. The dwarf mine was conveniently located directly across from the gnome cave. It made trade easier.

Without the protection from the dwarves, the gnomes were open game for orc raiding parties. Tinie had to get the gnomes and dwarves in good favor once more.

Tinie watched as the gnome army prepared itself. Gnomes in MITHRIL were walking around with wooden spears and slingshots with rocks. Farther down, in the practice arena, was the echo of the gnome battle cry.

"I stab you!", Lunge. "You die!", Parry. Tinie began openly weeping. He grabbed six non-army gnomes that were in iron armor with iron daggers, and took them outside.

(add point to strength)

Dathdr sighed, feeling much better after a day of mock battle. The group wandered into town, and at the nearest pub Dathdr walked in and bought a bottle of the "finest" whiskey for 20 bolsa. He also obught, at the nearest weapon vendor, two steel arrows.

The stranger couldnt stop laughing "HA HA HA, OH Boy, you should have seen your face, when Theseus's blood was on the floor you hauled it outa there, i wouldve finished them off if you didnt tackle me down on the way out HA HA HA!" The stranger and the boy walked towards the city of highfront, on their way they were stopped by a couple of teenagers the same age of The fool..."We saw what you tried to do you FREAKS, were not gunna let you get away with it!" The fool saw they only had a couple of hand me down weopons, but they were weopons either way. There were three in total The stranger and The fool drew their weopons and fought their way towards highfront with adrenaline boiling in his blood.

Lock slowly opened his eyes. The blackness, the memories of the woman were fading away.
With a jolt, Lock sprang up holding a dagger. He was sweating and breathing heavily. The nurse who was attending him was obviously spooked as she made a short scream and ran out the door.

"Sorry Miss! Well, that's one way to clear a room, eh Crixus?" Lock looked around, "Crixus? Where are you?"
Lock heard a pecking sound coming from the window.

Lock ran over to the window and unlatched it letting in a slightly pissed off hawk.

"Crixus! How on earth did I get in here?"

The nurse who screamed seemed to have built up enough courage to walk back in the room.
"You were rescued by a guard and a man named Hector. They found you unconscious and brought you here. That birds been pecking at the window for hours." The woman said in a squeaky voice.

Hector then entered the room and announced a plan to go to some magical place. Lock picked up a part about going through the elven lands. Lock instantly became alert.
"Mother!" He said to himself.

When Hector finished, Dathdr spouted off against Hector's idea.
Hector challeneged him to a duel and Zak took Darthdr's side.

Feeling he owes the man who rescued him, Lock joined Hector's side.

"We should not fight, friends. We must choose what we do acc-" Lock barely dodged an arrow.

"Then a duel it shall be!" Lock charged Zak as Crixus screeched overhead.

(Trigger already posted the conclusion to this battle on the last page)

Laughing, Lock tried to swing at Dathdr but due to exhaustion, missed by over a foot.

"Well," Lock said, putting down his sword, "Will you join Hector and I? What say you?"

Dathdr looks at Lock, and says "My answer still stands. I will nto go with you, I have shamed myself enough as it is. If ever you need a guiding word, talk to me, but leave me be as long as Fioldafralis is at stake."

Dathdr grabs his items, and walks out the door, towards the fort.

The fool vs. a gang of three kids

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Unfortunately for The Fool, he didn't learn anything about moderation when it comes to fighting by watching his friend's brain get blown up by a chair.

Having already been injured and blatantly unskilled in the ways of war, he was easily overcome by the three kids who, after stabbing The fool to death, chopped off his head and used it as a soccer ball.

___CONCLUDE___

The fool is dead

Lock locked eyes with Dathdr.
"Excuse me, kind Elf. I may not know your customs or your ways but I can tell when someone is avoiding something. What exactly did you do that makes you believe you can not return to your homeland? Hector and I need to make this trip, for different reasons I'm sure. We need help, there's no way we can do it alone. Why can't you come with us?"

Dathdr stops in his tracks, charges Lock, and holds him up by his collar. "You will NEVER question me about my past, and you will never know what I did to shame myself! If you will go on this fool errand, it shall be alone."

With that, Dathdr let Lock go and charged out of the pub, obviously in a sore mood.

Lock, obviously upset by the encounter yelled after Dathdr, "You're just afraid! You are a coward! We all have our demons and we all face them sometime. That's the reason I am going."

Crixus perched himself on Lock's shoulders and ruffled his feathers uncomfortably.

Nick vs. Two thieves

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Leaping over a jaywalking pig, Nick blasted one thief in the face with an unnatural amount of force, nearly blowing the miscreants head clean off. The second thief merely shouted, "Oh shit!!" And ran for the hills but was caught moments later by another guard (who promptly beheaded the silly bandit)

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LEVEL UP!!

25 bolsa obtained

Iron dagger obtained

Tinie met up with Tia and Gurog outside.

"I take it from the...escort...that it went well?", Tia asked.

"It went great.", Tinie said, trying to forget the gnomes with wooden spears and awesome armor.

"The dwarves have some problem with the gnomish community.", Tinie said. "We need to get them back to our side."

There was no fancy knock for the dwarf entrance. They usually could handle mostly anything that happened to wander into their mine.

An escort gnome went ahead, but was quickly dispatched by a dwarf in Bruxic armor.

"I suppose you be wantin' in?", the dwarf asked.

"Not really.", Tinie replied. "I am the new Gnome Overlord, and I wish to restore peaceful relations between the gnomes and dwarves."

"Things be peaceful between us, we just be in our own problems. I be Dangoth", he said. "Sorry about your wingman thar."

"It's alright, I have more.", Tinie said. The other gnomes looked horrified. "I'm joking!"

"We have us a vampire in this mine.", Dangoth said. "I'm using our only Bruxic weaponry to find and slay it. The thing is, he can hear me. This suit makes a tad bit of noise."

"You want us to lure it out, so you can slay it?", Tinie asked.

"You know what I be askin', why repeat it?", Dangoth shouted.

"I'll draw it out.", Tinie said. Gurog and the gnomes began to follow. "Alone. Stay up here and wait for the ambush."

___START BATTLE___
Tinie and 2 dwarves vs. Vladimir the ancient(450 life, 6 lethality, utilizes claws)

Two dwarves are already in the lower part of the mine fighting him, all Tinie has to do is lure him up the tunnel to an ambush. There are gnome supply tunnels that Tinie can use, they are small enough for him to crawl in.

All Tinie has to do is run back up the mine.

__Ambush__
If Tinie survives:
Gurog, Tia Dam, Dangoth, and 5 iron clad gnomes join in on the fight.

zak stood back and watched the fight happen and as Dathdr walked away he said

"i am sorry for my friends behavior, i think he is under stress due to not being able to save the lives of a town, and as for me i will not go with you, i feel my place is here, my luck shine over you though and be safe."

point to strength.


as nick walks down to the women to see if she is okay two more thieves jump out at him.

Dathdr walked back in a steam, stopping only to sell an iron knife, and by the time he was back at the fort he was reasonably calm. Dathdr calmly knocks on Braavos' door, and enters it, saying "I know I am arriving at an incontinent hour, and I apologize, but I would like to apologize for my behavior today. I have had some... problems in my past, that I have yet to overcome. Please, accept this as a token of my apology." With that, Dathdr hands Braavos the bottle of whiskey and leaves for his room, and locks the door before he lies down for bed, weapons close at hand.

Gurog was engaged in a Tic-Tac-Toe game (against himself) when Tinie came back out. He led a few Gnomes decked in Iron Armor out. The Gnomes were shocked to see him, but didn't leave Tinie's side.


Gurog was rather unsure what was going on, but he figured Tinie would make sure everything happened right.

Gurog approached the smallest, wimpiest gnome in the group. "Take armor off." He demanded.

The Gnome looked pleadingly at Tinie, who offered no help. The Gnome removed his armor with sadness on his face.

Gnome armor was, of course, comically small on an Orc like Gurog, but one fact people overlook is that Orcs are decent smithers. Or rather they heat things up and break things with other things. This is just what Gurog did, and he effectively turned a full set of Iron armor for a gnome into a half-complete set for an Orc.

Rather than cover him completely, he had protection going down the left half of his chest, up to his neck, and covering his entire left arm in the form of a rather cheap imitation of a Couter. As for the legs of this set of armor, he turned them into Kneepads, and the rest of them became bracers for his hands.

Gurog looked over himself, pleased. He was now somewhat protected, it would have to do for now.

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Gurog gained Half Set of Homeade Iron Armor (1/2 defence of normal Iron Armor, 1/2 selling price)

*Couter is a defence technique in which one parys sword strikes with a well-armored free arm.

If an image helps here is one: (mine is less complete of course) http://www.livesteelarmor.com/gal/images/left-couter.jpg

William had traveled far from the forest, and as he reached a town called Wessenridge, his stomach growled. He needed to find a place that would sell him a meal. William only had 56 Bolsa, though, so he Began to search the town for a cheap place to get some food.

Zay, after waiting quite a fair amount of time, sighed. She was already feeling almost 100%, and she wanted to leave now. Being an impatient person, she went up to one of the women.

"If you see a man named Ryan, kind of has an... authority about him, could you tell him I left? Tell him I'm headed to where the river of Nines splits into two." Zay told the woman.

The woman nodded, and hurried off, whispering her message to many other women. Zay rolled her eyes...which was turning out to be a common maneuver of hers. Apparently these women loved to gossip.

Zay quickly adjusted her pack, and walked to leave. She thought about checking on Braavos to tell him she was leaving, and stood by the slightly open door for a minute, questioning whether there would be a point or not... She decided it was polite to say good bye, and walked in to see Braavos half-dressed, with his brother standing there as well.

"Erm...Hi..."

Nick vs. A couple more bandits

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Nick was starting to feel pretty good about his overall level of masculinity, when suddenly he felt two cold agonizing pains coming from his backside. He spun around to find that two more bandits had rushed him from behind, one stabbing him in the shoulder blade, and another slashing him across the small of his back.

Grunting, he summoned up all of his magical force and slammed it into one of the thieves, who immediately crumpled up and went limp on the ground. Unfortunately, the recoil from his own attack sent him back a few steps, which gave the other thief ample time to get in another slash across the arm.

Luckily, another member of the town guard grabbed the bandit by the throat before he could do any more damage. The miscreant was stabbed to death a few seconds later.

___CONCLUDE___

21 bolsa obtained

Iron dagger obtained

aw......damn that hurts nick thought to himself as he stood there bleeding....he decided he had best head up to the castle and get his wounds treated there........as he was leaving he saw the pig he jumped over earlier and decided he out to vent some of his anger.

- -Braavos- -

"So how's your swordplay?" Bahntalos asked as Braavos shrugged into his new pair of pants (which didn't look much different from his old ones) "Wait... Don't answer that. You getting your ass handed to you by that middle aged guy tells me all I need to know." the older brother said, with a half mocking expression.

"Lucky. He got lucky." Braavos declared as he began putting on his new boots.

"Oh and I suppose you just got very UN-lucky." Bahntalos replied, smiling even more. "But it looked to me like he thoroughly made you his bitch."

Braavos fumed silently for a second before continuing, "Well how did you beat him then?"

"I'm glad you asked," started the older brother as he leaned on the wall, "And I beat him with a combination of skill and good weapons."

"And unfortunately I only have until tomorrow for me to beat that first part into you."

Bahntalos sighed and frowned a little, deep in thought. Braavos was about to remark on what he had just heard when suddenly Zay walked in.

"Erm...Hi..." she said, looking out of place.

"Hi yourself." Braavos said with a warm smile.

Zay blushed, and said quickly, "I'm headed out to the river Nines... I'll be leaving now. Thank you for your hospitality... Hopefully we'll meet again soon."

She nodded at the older one, and quickly left.

Nick vs... A pig D:

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Horker the porker had always been a happy pig. With the exception of the frequent jaywalking he was prone to do, he had always been highly observant of the laws of the land. Horker had thirty six piglets, fourteen grand-piglets, and five great-grand piglets; a rather small family in pig terms. Nonetheless, he had always been content and his family lived comfortably on his somewhat low wages.

Then one day whilst he was jaywalking, an odd man jumped over him and started setting people on fire. "Well in'it this a fine how-do-you-do, right?" Horker asked himself whilst watching the carnage. After sniffing at a bit of cheese he found on the ground, Horker decided that it was best to mosey on his merry way.

Jaywalking to the other side of the street, Horker was surprised to see the odd man from earlier holding his sides in pain. "Well I 'spose I best help this lad out a bit." Horker decided to himself, selfless as always. Walking up to the hurt man, he was shocked shocked when suddenly the man tried to aim a kick at him.

Ever vigilant, Horker immediately jumped to the side, followed by a series of backflips as the odd man began casting fireballs at him.

"Allright love, 'tis time to have some ass!" Porker growled, charging at the ornery man, who continued launching fireballs. Running at lightning speeds toward his enemy, Horker hopped left and right dodging attacks. Before long, he was upon his adversary.

He promptly bit him in the hand.

Grabbing his hand and squealing in terror, the man immediately fled.

"Oi, that'll teach ye some manners." Horker thought, snorting in victory.

He then began jaywalking back home.

___CONCLUDE___

"god i'm tired" nick says to noone in particular......he decided that by now the commanders brother should have calmed himself so he headed back up into the castle to speak with them. by now his wounds were only bleeding a little and he had decided he would be suitable to speak with him after he had got himself patched up. he went up to the nurses station in the castle to have his wounds tended to.