Rainheart
hmm
Tiebreaker roll for secondary option on finishing blow.
The option
The option
wins the tiebreaker.
One Twisted Wish
- Thread starter Rainheart
- Start date
- Original Fantasy
EXTRA - Numbers Disadvantage
Rainheart
hmm
The old man stood in the middle, with a firm grip on the wooden club he had gotten. His eyes looked at the girl - who were being chased down by one of these ruffians. He would have opted to help the girl out, but with the current situation, he was forced to trust in her abilities.
The old man, then, gazed towards each on of the bandits that surrounded him. By their looks, they seem fairly confident with themselves - that they could easily beat him out without exerting much of an effort. The bandits laughed and mocked the rugged old man, who was observing them as he stood at the center, showing no sign of fear nor any emotional disturbance. Out of all these bandits, only one carried a ranged weapon - a bowgun. And that bandit was on the old man's northeast.
His took a quick glance to the said bandit, estimating the distance he needed to cover if he was to prioritize taking down that bandit first. He took a deep breath, and stiffened his posture. And without any warning, nor hesitation, he charged towards the bandit with the bowgun - and he did so in a speed that caught the bandits by surprise, and their reactions were way too late. The moment the bandits tried to gang up on the old man, he was already face to face with the bowgun-wielding bandit.
Without another word, the old man bashed the bandit's head in. Repeatedly. The poor bandit's blood and guts splattered on the green grass, as well as staining the old man's clothes. And after witnessing the death of their comrade, the remaining bandits charged at the old man, fueled with anger and hate. That only made things easier for the old man.
Blinded by emotion, he handled each one of them without much of a difficulty. First, he discarded his used club, and grabbed the bandit's bowgun. He emptied the bowgun's ammo on the bandit on the front, killing him in a hail of barbed bolts. He then, rushed forward and threw the bowgun - aiming for the next bandit. The discarded weapon struck the bandit's throat, which stopped him on his tracks and bought the old man some time.
The old man took a jagged dagger from the bolt-riddled corpse, and moved on - not wasting time in his fight. He charged to the next bandit, who swung an axe on his way. Fortunately, the old man was able to dodge it at the cost of having his already tattered clothes cut away. Of course, the old man retaliated - and ended up slitting the throat of the axe-wielding bandit, then piercing his skull for good measure.
There was only one bandit left, who managed to sneak a strike to the old man's back. After he groaned in pain and quickly turned around, the old man held the bandit by the neck, choking him. He then, took the weapon struck on his back, another jagged dagger, and struck the bandit's chest with it.
Repeatedly. Until the bandit was no more.
The old man finally let go of the blood-covered weapon.
The old man sighed, and began to ransack the corpses of his fallen foes - most likely looking for a change in outfit. His clothes are no longer fit for use, after all.
The old man, then, gazed towards each on of the bandits that surrounded him. By their looks, they seem fairly confident with themselves - that they could easily beat him out without exerting much of an effort. The bandits laughed and mocked the rugged old man, who was observing them as he stood at the center, showing no sign of fear nor any emotional disturbance. Out of all these bandits, only one carried a ranged weapon - a bowgun. And that bandit was on the old man's northeast.
His took a quick glance to the said bandit, estimating the distance he needed to cover if he was to prioritize taking down that bandit first. He took a deep breath, and stiffened his posture. And without any warning, nor hesitation, he charged towards the bandit with the bowgun - and he did so in a speed that caught the bandits by surprise, and their reactions were way too late. The moment the bandits tried to gang up on the old man, he was already face to face with the bowgun-wielding bandit.
Without another word, the old man bashed the bandit's head in. Repeatedly. The poor bandit's blood and guts splattered on the green grass, as well as staining the old man's clothes. And after witnessing the death of their comrade, the remaining bandits charged at the old man, fueled with anger and hate. That only made things easier for the old man.
Blinded by emotion, he handled each one of them without much of a difficulty. First, he discarded his used club, and grabbed the bandit's bowgun. He emptied the bowgun's ammo on the bandit on the front, killing him in a hail of barbed bolts. He then, rushed forward and threw the bowgun - aiming for the next bandit. The discarded weapon struck the bandit's throat, which stopped him on his tracks and bought the old man some time.
The old man took a jagged dagger from the bolt-riddled corpse, and moved on - not wasting time in his fight. He charged to the next bandit, who swung an axe on his way. Fortunately, the old man was able to dodge it at the cost of having his already tattered clothes cut away. Of course, the old man retaliated - and ended up slitting the throat of the axe-wielding bandit, then piercing his skull for good measure.
There was only one bandit left, who managed to sneak a strike to the old man's back. After he groaned in pain and quickly turned around, the old man held the bandit by the neck, choking him. He then, took the weapon struck on his back, another jagged dagger, and struck the bandit's chest with it.
Repeatedly. Until the bandit was no more.
The old man finally let go of the blood-covered weapon.
The old man sighed, and began to ransack the corpses of his fallen foes - most likely looking for a change in outfit. His clothes are no longer fit for use, after all.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
That's what they get for thinking with their belly. You would expect there to be brains in their head...
Also, it seems the old man is fond of repeating himself. He is going to be a great teacher.
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First Kill
Rainheart
hmm
You picked up the bandit's weapon from the ground, a short sword. The bandit's eyes widened in fear. He knew what was going to happen. Every step you took, sounded louder to him. Every second that passed felt slower to him.
As you stood before the bandit, you saw his terrified face. But it didn't bother you at all. The bandit seemed to be speaking as tears ran down his face, but you didn't seem to hear it, or perhaps you simply chose not to listen to him. With a distant and cold gaze, you thrust the short sword to the poor bandit's chest. His coughed up blood, still tearing up, until he was no more.
You removed your hands from the sword stuck on the corpse, and walked away slowly.
Then, out of the blue, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Immediately, you turned around and a fist flying towards the source - which was easily blocked by another hand. You traced the hand and where it came from, realizing that it was the old man, though he was wearing different clothes now - they were still quite rugged, but it was better than the tattered cloth he wore earlier.
"Relax, kid.", the old man said. "It's over."
You breathed deeply. Your hands were still somewhat shaking, your heartbeat was still accelerated. You were even panting. The fight was over, but the sensation was still there, lingering.
The old man said something about the place no longer being safe, and led you to a different spot in the forest. The travel didn't take a while, but you were still thinking about the fight earlier that you didn't notice that the sky was already darkening. In your new temporary camp, the old man was sitting down on one end with his eyes closed - he looked like he was sleeping, but you noticed he had one of his eyes slightly opened.
You opened your mouth, but was unable to speak. No, it was more of you being unable to come up with words to say.
The old man opened both of his eyes, and deeply sighed.
"Don't think too much about it.", he said. "It was either you, or him. You just did what you had to do."
You gazed at your hands once more. You think that you've soiled your soul. That you've committed a grave sin, one which you cannot atone for. You killed a man.
You took a deep breath.
Is this how I will live from now on?, you think to yourself.
"Look, kid.", the old man called to you. "This world isn't paradise. We gotta do what we have to so we can live another day."
You already knew that you weren't in the same fantasy world like the ones you've heard and read of. You only need to adapt to it. After all, that's what mankind is all about! But wait...
Are you even still a human? For all you know, Hyzeeldar could have turned you into something else. Something completely inhuman. Of course, with Hyzeeldar coming into your thoughts, you began to think about others things. Such as who or what Hyzeeldar really is, how you can 'entertain' Hyzeeldar, if Ponnier really was just like you, etc. So many things still shrouded in mystery, so many things that you need to know just to get by. You were getting stressed out just by thinking about them. Fortunately, the old man noticed this.
He approached you.
"Alright, kid.", he said. "You seem to be thinking about a lot of things. You wanna talk about them?"
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[] Yes
- [] Talk about what?
[] No
As you stood before the bandit, you saw his terrified face. But it didn't bother you at all. The bandit seemed to be speaking as tears ran down his face, but you didn't seem to hear it, or perhaps you simply chose not to listen to him. With a distant and cold gaze, you thrust the short sword to the poor bandit's chest. His coughed up blood, still tearing up, until he was no more.
You removed your hands from the sword stuck on the corpse, and walked away slowly.
Then, out of the blue, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Immediately, you turned around and a fist flying towards the source - which was easily blocked by another hand. You traced the hand and where it came from, realizing that it was the old man, though he was wearing different clothes now - they were still quite rugged, but it was better than the tattered cloth he wore earlier.
"Relax, kid.", the old man said. "It's over."
You breathed deeply. Your hands were still somewhat shaking, your heartbeat was still accelerated. You were even panting. The fight was over, but the sensation was still there, lingering.
The old man said something about the place no longer being safe, and led you to a different spot in the forest. The travel didn't take a while, but you were still thinking about the fight earlier that you didn't notice that the sky was already darkening. In your new temporary camp, the old man was sitting down on one end with his eyes closed - he looked like he was sleeping, but you noticed he had one of his eyes slightly opened.
You opened your mouth, but was unable to speak. No, it was more of you being unable to come up with words to say.
The old man opened both of his eyes, and deeply sighed.
"Don't think too much about it.", he said. "It was either you, or him. You just did what you had to do."
You gazed at your hands once more. You think that you've soiled your soul. That you've committed a grave sin, one which you cannot atone for. You killed a man.
You took a deep breath.
Is this how I will live from now on?, you think to yourself.
"Look, kid.", the old man called to you. "This world isn't paradise. We gotta do what we have to so we can live another day."
You already knew that you weren't in the same fantasy world like the ones you've heard and read of. You only need to adapt to it. After all, that's what mankind is all about! But wait...
Are you even still a human? For all you know, Hyzeeldar could have turned you into something else. Something completely inhuman. Of course, with Hyzeeldar coming into your thoughts, you began to think about others things. Such as who or what Hyzeeldar really is, how you can 'entertain' Hyzeeldar, if Ponnier really was just like you, etc. So many things still shrouded in mystery, so many things that you need to know just to get by. You were getting stressed out just by thinking about them. Fortunately, the old man noticed this.
He approached you.
"Alright, kid.", he said. "You seem to be thinking about a lot of things. You wanna talk about them?"
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[] Yes
- [] Talk about what?
[] No
Rainheart
hmm
Apologies, everyone. I have lost my muse for this quest, and am finding it rather difficult to continue with the current plot. It is my own incompetence that has led to this, and I am truly sorry for not being able to give you at the very least, what you had expected from it.
Thank you to everyone who participated in this quest, and once again, my apologies not being able to give you a fun and memorable experience. I will not be continuing with this quest, but I do have something similar in the works - hopefully, that one should be able to produce better results.
Thank you to everyone who participated in this quest, and once again, my apologies not being able to give you a fun and memorable experience. I will not be continuing with this quest, but I do have something similar in the works - hopefully, that one should be able to produce better results.