Yarns of Travina: Ragnarök

[Benzo]

[26th of First Harvest, 2A 378]
[Dakgu]

You awake early the next morning and enjoy a quick breakfast consisting heavily of the okrim berries you had foraged earlier. Beginning your travel south once more, your gaze drifts over to the stirring water of Dead Man's Pass, the jagged rock bed beneath the surface responsible for the channel's name.

Just as the day strikes noon, you begin to see what appears to be a small community of Orcs, a small grouping of Orcish huts clustered along the water's edge. Upon further approach, you note it to be a fishing community, judging by the vast amount of poles and netting sitting around. As you near, you are hailed by a large, darker skinned Orc with a friendly wave.

[The Jiggler]

I didn't bail, I was just staying after school so I went to sleep earlier and didn't have time to get on.


Whilst the beast is stunned, D'jeng began to question the Elf on how to stop it while simultaneously starting to pierce multiple parts of the beast with his sword. 

[Xenos]

Sorry Benzy, I'm struggling with time. I'll post soon.

[Patriot]

(Guess I gotta wait until they go to the next day, lol)

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
As you make the Inquiries to your impromptu ally, you hear what seems to be a slight whimper as he struggles to respond. As you strike at the beast, you note that of the few hits left un-parried, the creature's armor seem unaffected.

"I... Uh, I..." Your Elven ally began, then pausing as he seemed to stare at his nose, or rather, the frost clinging to his breath. Looking back up at the ongoing battle, he jumped back quickly and drew a large circle around him upon the ground.

"That armor is enchanted; Keep it busy!" he cried to you, closing his eyes as he began pouring all of his focus into the current spell being woven.

Within moments, you notice the frost disappear from your breath. Not only that, but it continued to grow hotter all around you. The creature seemed to be taking notice of this too, as its frustrated roars began wearing a coat of weariness around them.

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng reacts to his ad-lib companion by sheathing his sword and starting a rock collection. As D'jeng grabs decently-sized pebbles and sticks around the area while sprinting and heaving the projectiles towards the beast, he occasionally glances over to the Elf to see how his progress is going underway. 

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
Seeming to be rather annoyed by the stones bouncing off its armor, the creature attempts to give chase as you easily elude the lumbering brute. As it falls to one knee, it heaves the greatsword out in vain, managing to strike the Elf with a cry as it pants.

"Fucking mother of Givana!" the Elf screamed as the blade skewered a portion of his right shin. Eyes still clenched shut, though whether from focus or pain was impossible to tell, he snaps a finger at you desperately.
"I'm sapped; If it's armor isn't weakened, we're dead." he yells to you, struggling to support himself against a tree as the creature slowly rose back on its feet. "I might be either way..."

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng's completely lost on what to do, so instead he robs the Elf of all magical amenities and starts throwing stuff at the beast in the hopes of conquering this foe. Any tomes or scrolls that the Elf possessed are now being groped by D'jeng's thumb as he continues to throw powders, elixirs, and charms at the beast. Although D'jeng's subconscious is aware that these feeble efforts will most likely won't be fortuitous, but when in the face of death and adrenaline is racing through your veins, nothing is outside of the box.

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
Indeed a futile and completely asanine plan of approach, you begin throwing the odd assortment of items at the creature. After having turned to grab the last of what you could, you look back at the last possible moment to watch the blue creature's blade swing down and cleanly through your neck, separating head from shoulders.
Before the blood spray from your decapitated shoulders began, the creature, with great strength, reversed the blade for a perpendicular cut, cleaving you in two from shoulders to waist.

[D'jeng Asgaeldson has died!]

[Patriot]

[Dakgu]
I return the greeting with a bow, as it is formal in Orcish culture. I ask his name. After that, I speak to him if he as any water or ale, as I had nothing but a small canteen of a tangy orange liquid to drink.

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}


I let out a grunt while falling downhill, luckily my armor absorbing most of the damage wrought from the forces of gravity. I raise my upper body, clutching my hand as I get up from the bushes. My armor has a few scrapes and dents with some spikes on my pauldrons that have snapped off. "Gah, my fucking armor!" I say, grabbing my weapon that has fallen out of its sling.

Placing back where it belongs, I look over to see if my friends have gotten up yet. If my polearm breaks, I'm going to break them.

[The Jiggler]

Oct 6, 2016 12:50:30 GMT -4 Benzo said:

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
Indeed a futile and completely asinine plan of approach, you begin throwing the odd assortment of items at the creature. After having turned to grab the last of what you could, you look back at the last possible moment to watch the blue creature's blade swing down and cleanly through your neck, separating head from shoulders.
Before the blood spray from your decapitated shoulders began, the creature, with great strength, reversed the blade for a perpendicular cut, cleaving you in two from shoulders to waist.

[D'jeng Asgaeldson has died!]

Fuck you Benzo. I take back my last action.


D'jeng decides to fucking dip and hauls ass towards the Crossroads. If this creature follows, the town guard will surely take care of it. Before I turn tail and run, I find a large rock and place it on the Elf's foot to keep the beast distracted.

[Benzo]

[Bhaghull]
Recovering more quickly than your companions, you see Farrowsar likewise picking up his scattered gear, the Velinid nursing his arm as he groaned. Reaching back, you see his pull two bloodied arrows from somewhere behind him, then throwing them aside with a scowl. "Fucking broadhead tips..."

"You both good? Don't think we're out of the woods yet." The Vulpin pitched in.


[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
(Yer welcome to go back and edit your post to something a bit more logical, and mine will be edited to match. Dumb actions lead to dumb deaths in battle, and hindering the person weakening the Jotunn is, indeed, a dumb move; I can't help that.)
(That said, running away isn't a bad move, but once again; Better if you doom the Elf in the process. By leaving him casting alone, he ultimately will die as soon as his mana depletes, and the creature regain its strength.)

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}

I turn to Farrowsar with an annoyed expression on my face, then to the Velinid. He's almost as strong as me, he'll be fine.

"Agh, we need to get out. Let's go."

[Benzo]

[Bhaghull]
"The woodlands isn't too far from here." Isvran informs you both quickly, looking up the slope for any signs of pursuers. "I've got a hunting cabin out there... Well, not mine, but I use it. C'mon."

Watching him, Farrowsar responds to your glare with a nonchalant shrug, then hitching his bow over his back and following the warrior. "As long as I get time to carve new arrows." the Foxman says.

[Xenos]

[you think adding a v will not make me think that the velinid is a dawnguard leader?]

{Bhaghull}


"Good, I'll have time to repair my armor then!" 

I ready myself to run with him, for he knows the way.

[The Jiggler]

Oct 6, 2016 18:42:08 GMT -4 Benzo said:

[Bhaghull]
Recovering more quickly than your companions, you see Farrowsar likewise picking up his scattered gear, the Velinid nursing his arm as he groaned. Reaching back, you see his pull two bloodied arrows from somewhere behind him, then throwing them aside with a scowl. "Fucking broadhead tips..."

"You both good? Don't think we're out of the woods yet." The Vulpin pitched in.


[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
(Yer welcome to go back and edit your post to something a bit more logical, and mine will be edited to match. Dumb actions lead to dumb deaths in battle, and hindering the person weakening the Jotunn is, indeed, a dumb move; I can't help that.)
(That said, running away isn't a bad move, but once again; Better if you doom the Elf in the process. By leaving him casting alone, he ultimately will die as soon as his mana depletes, and the creature regain its strength.)

But can't we just use the most recent post I made for D'jeng? I'm going to edit it to fuck over the elf 'cause he's a slobbering cunt, but pls?

[Benzo]

(You know, I don't think that was my original intention, but I just played through that questline a few days ago, so... Definitely can't deny it, haha.)
(Don't look too closely at any of my names, dammit!)

(Nay, just edit before you stopped his casting completely, and thus free the creature. Quite honestly, before you did that, he had opened it up for you to pierce its armor. However, if you choose to flee at that moment, the Elf and creature both will be stuck until he's completely sapped of mana and is forced to free it. That's the only way you'd have the time to completely flee without it giving chase instantly.)

[Bhaghull]

For the better part of the next hour, the Velinid leads your trio through the rigid landscape, which slowly gave way to the woodlands of lower Velinis. As you enter the treeline and become enveloped by the woods, you notice Isvran begin searching around more carefully.

After several minutes, he finally leads you to a small beaten trail, signaling for you both to follow. Sure enough, he eventually leads you to an old, beaten shack begin sighing up with relief.
"Ahh, there she is. Bit of a rough place; Hope you don't mind a leaky roof."

"What roof?" Farrowsar asked sarcastically as he looked at the structure. "At least no one should look for us here, I guess.

[Xenos]

[lul]

{Bhaghull}

I stopped for a moment before entering the shack, standing in the door frame.

Leaky Roof...


My mind is clouded with the visions of fellow Drakkins drowning in the boat. The floor was spewing water endlessly as my comrades tried their best clogging the holes. But to no avail...

Eventually, I enter the shack, ignoring the brief flashback.

"It seems so," I say, "This place is fit enough for the dead to roam about."

[Benzo]

[Bhaghull]

Looking at you curiously as you had paused, Isvran nods at your remark with a dry chuckle.
"Clans and their ideologies might be lost on you both, but we're right on the border of Handelv and Norvur; The open-minded and the xenophobic living as neighbors... Open wars are rare, but needless to say, countless battles have happened in these woods."

"And so guards of either faction are wary to venture here... Brilliant." Farrowsar thought out loud, tail twitching behind him as if pleased by the thought.

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}


Oh do I love a scheme.

"Excellent. It is about time that we boil trouble. But, I must say, what reward shall we gain with the extermination of each clan? I may be no scholar, but are we planting the seeds of distrust between the two? Or is it crowns?"

[The Jiggler]

let's rewind
<<x5

The elf is a cuntboi and opens up the shit for D'jeng. scene i 

D'jeng stares at the beast's armor for a moment. The chilling atmosphere that purely radiates from this beast is making D'jeng shake of coldness. While the elf is in deep concentration, D'jeng thinks about what he could do. Running away would be the most plausible option, for the Elf is taking care of the beast, which would give D'jeng a headstart, but it'd also be on D'jeng's conscious that he let a man trying to help him die. 

The second option is thrusting D'jeng's sword deep into the beast's chest trying to kill it. This would probably end up in a friendship with the Elf and D'jeng.

The third option skating across D'jeng's mental is killing the beast while he's weakened and then after the beast is dealt with, kill the elf and take all of the things that he owns. Although, this could result in a bounty, bad luck, the loss of a potential companion to safeguard his journey to the Crossroads, and even possibly cause bad karma. 

D'jeng makes up his mind and thrusts the sword deep into the beast's chest. The blade visibly turns even bluer than it was, due to the coldness of the creature's essence.

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

After quickly assessing the situation and mental stalemate the two seemed to be in, you hear the Nisfur's words and attempt to thrust your blade at the creature on its knees. Sure enough, where your blade had been skidding off before, the newfound warmth in the air seemed to let your blade pass through as if normal metal. As the breastplate folded beneath your blade, the creature glares up at you with cold blue spheres for eyes, a loud roar escaping as it clutched at your blade desperately.

Oddly enough, as it had dropped the greatsword, you notice a large snowhawk swoop down to grab the hilt. Another unwilling ally to the Wood Elf, no doubt. As if struck by an arrow, however, the bird was only able to fling it a few feet away before being struck dead by frost.




[Bhaghull]

Walking over to one if the ramshackle cabinets in the single-room cabin, Isvran digs out a small red vial and takes a deep gulp of the liquid. As you make the inquiry, he begins coughing violently with a scowl; Whether from you or from the liquid was hard to tell.
"Are you daft, Bhag?" he asks you as he took off the damaged breastplate he was wearing. "Open war hasn't happened since... By the Void, I don't even know."

Pausing then for a moment, he pour the rest of the liquid down his back with a sharp gasp, roughly smacking his back despite the obvious pain it caused. Throwing the vial aside to shatter, he then walked over to the hearth and looked inside at the ash pile.
"I'm not quite sure what we could gain except the High King's wraith." he then adds with a shrug.

"I do like the idea of exploiting the natural hatred your kin has for one another, though." Farrowsar chipped in, walking into the room with an armful of branches after having slipped out unnoticed.

"Set up a skirmish and loot the bodies?" Isvran asks, or rather, suggests.

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng continuously jabs his sword into the creature's armor in multiple places.

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

Repeatedly stabbing your blade and causing a strange pale-white liquid to spray everywhere, the creature's grasping begins growing weaker and weaker, its flailing eventually ceasing.

"You... mivindas, ach, mortals... Never cease to amuse." the creature struggled to say, the words sounding foreign on its lips.
"You cannot stop the season of change. The Naglfar sails the seas once more." it added, slumping back as it began letting loose a sickening laughter, muffled slightly as it gurgled on blood. Its laughing slowly growing quiet, the creature finally becomes motionless.

"I thank you for the rescue, friend." you hear the Nisfur comment, words struggling to be formed around the heavy panting emanating from him. Almost immediately, you notice the air temperament return to normal as the battle of heat-and-ice had ended.