Caravan - Open Fantasy RP - Jump right in!

[Frundette]

The loose wagon had finally come to rest and Rorik had paused for a few moments to take stock of what was inside, mostly to ensure they weren't risking their lives over a few bolts of silk. He was extremely pleased with what he found: furs, mead, dried fruit, flour, a barrel of dill pickles, and even a crate of tobacco. Hurriedly, he pushed the lid back over the tobacco and pulled aside the wagon's tarp just at the moment Linden had started to peek inside. Surprised, Rorik stepped back quickly, kicking over a crate in the process and raised his sword defensively.

Terrick heard the boy's panicked cry and risked a look in his direction, a curse escaping his lips as the bandit in front of him took advantage of his lapse in attention and lunged forward, his blade slicing into the sellsword's right arm. Terrick backpedaled, trying to maneuver himself toward Mavis, but the second bandit reached down and grabbed the kid by his shirt, pulling him out of the mud. Perhaps the bandit had something of a conscious, for he didn't intend to hurt the child, rather pull him out of harm's way of the panicked horse.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Linden froze for a second, unsure of what to do. The last thing he expected was to end up nearly face to face with the bandit leader while trying to peek through the canopy unnoticed. Without giving himself any time to think about the possibility of becoming impaled on Rorik's blade, he planted his foot on the wagon seat to give himself some leverage, and launched himself into the covered area of the wagon. Arms extended, he aimed for Rorik's waist area, below the raised sword. He hoped the maneuver was quick enough to catch the bandit off guard, as he knew he was as good as dead if it didn't.

Coughing and sputtering, Mavis reached for the bandit's arm and helped in clawing his way up out of the mud. The horse, realizing that it no longer was under human control, proceeded to bolt in the direction of the hills which the bandits had hid in during their initial attack. "Terrick!" He wiped his face across his sleeve to try and clear some of the blinding mud. It wasn't until then that he realized his rescuer was not Terrick at all, but a bandit instead. Not sure whether to say thanks or run, he could only stare dumbfoundly.

 

[Frundette]

The manuever caught Rorik slightly by surprise. He managed a parry, but it wasn't sufficient to completely deflect Linden's blade and it sliced through the bandit leader's trousers and along the flesh of his thigh, quickly drawing a line of red along his leg. "Aaaah!" he let out a half cry, half growl between gritted teeth. With Linden now so close, there wasn't much room in the tight quarters of the wagon to move and Rorik couldn't get his blade back up. So instead, he balled his left hand into a fist and punched it toward the caravan guard's face.

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Not giving the kid time to figure out a plan of action, the bandit grabbed Mavis by the upper arm and started pulling him away from the battle. The bandit camp would be in need of a few recruits after their losses today and the child was young enough to be turned to their ways...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Seeing Rorik balling a fist, Linden backpedaled and tried to step out of range. The chaos which had erupted around the wagon, however, had knocked many of the crates over and he tripped backwards over a fallen barrel of pickles. The blow from Rorik missed his nose by inches but clipped the edge of his forehead and smacked his head against another barrel which was still standing behind him, knocking the lid off. Cursing under his breath, Linden reached behind him to try and grab the barrel's lid as a weapon, but got a handful of white flour instead. He threw it towards Rorik's head and kicked out with his legs, aiming for the bandit's knees.

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"Terrick! Help!" Mavis cried out in the general direction of his friend and the first bandit. He kicked and struggled fiercely to free himself, but couldn't break the other man's firm grasp on his arm. "Let me go, thief!" He turned his attention to the bandit dragging him, realizing that Terrick was occupied in a battle of his own, and swung his free arm wildly in an attempt to strike his attacker.

 

[ChickenRadio]

(ooh! Can i jump in? I mean thats what the title says to do.....)


Karin watched the scene in a nearby tree. She was part of the gang of bandits but wasnt much of a fighter. More of a looter. She waited for her command from the leader and shot out of the tree grabbing anything she could.

(Can there be unicorns and pegasi and creatures like that?)

 

[Frundette]

(OOC: Hi ChickenRadio! Thanks for joining! I don't mind a fantastical creature working it's way into the story, but I think they would be very rare. And probably worth killing for if someone was to own one. )



Algar held Mavis at arm's length so that the kid could not get enough leverage to land any solid blows. "Hey, Karin!" he said, getting the attention of one of the few women among their ranks. "Lookit! We gots us a new recruit!"

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The bandit leader lunged forward with his sword, intending on finishing Linden with a thrust through the gut. But the fistful of flour caught him full in the face, blinding him for just long enough for Linden's foot to connect with Rorik's left knee, making it buckle enough that he fell forward, straight onto Linden.

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Unaware of what was happening inside the wagon, Terrick parried another blow from the bandit before him and followed up with another strike, this time finally landing a solid blow that slashed the bandit from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip. Barely had the man fallen to the mud before Terrick was turning, looking for Mavis. He spotted the boy, struggling against one of the bandits, but an even worse sight met his eyes. Slowly, but surely, the bandits were cutting down the caravan guards and the sellsword's heart sank at the realization that this was a losing battle.

"PULL BACK!" he yelled to the few remaining guards. "BACK UP THE HILL!" He bellowed the command, hoping that they would heed his words.

 

[ChickenRadio]

(OOC:  Hi ChickenRadio!  Thanks for joining!  I don't mind a fantastical creature working it's way into the story, but I think they would be very rare.  And probably worth killing for if someone was to own one.    )



Algar held Mavis at arm's length so that the kid could not get enough leverage to land any solid blows.  "Hey, Karin!"  he said, getting the attention of one of the few women among their ranks.  "Lookit!  We gots us a new recruit!"   

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The bandit leader lunged forward with his sword, intending on finishing Linden with a thrust through the gut.  But the fistful of flour caught him full in the face, blinding him for just long enough for Linden's foot to connect with Rorik's left knee, making it buckle enough that he fell forward, straight onto Linden.

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Unaware of what was happening inside the wagon, Terrick parried another blow from the bandit before him and followed up with another strike, this time finally landing a solid blow that slashed the bandit from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip.  Barely had the man fallen to the mud before Terrick was turning, looking for Mavis.  He spotted the boy, struggling against one of the bandits, but an even worse sight met his eyes.  Slowly, but surely, the bandits were cutting down the caravan guards and the sellsword's heart sank at the realization that this was a losing battle.  

"PULL BACK!" he yelled to the few remaining guards.  "BACK UP THE HILL!"  He bellowed the command, hoping that they would heed his words. 

Karin leapt out of the wagon her sack full of goods. "Ooh! Can i train him? Can i? Can i?" The young girl bounced in place.

Yuzu stood in a large peaceful forest. The large tree trunks had ivy and moss crawling up the trunks. Rare and exotic flowers sprouted from the dirt. But there yuzu stood her eyes closed and her arms straight out her hands flat. She and all of the women in her family had a rare and special gift. They could call unicorns. They couldnt tame them or control them. But they could summoning the beautiful creatures and study them for hours. So far yuzu had no luck in summoning one. Sighing she turned and left the caring. Starting on the long walk home yuzu had no idea that a unicorn was right behind her studying her. Then in a flash it turned and galloped away.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Algar held Mavis at arm's length so that the kid could not get enough leverage to land any solid blows. "Hey, Karin!" he said, getting the attention of one of the few women among their ranks. "Lookit! We gots us a new recruit!"

--


The bandit leader lunged forward with his sword, intending on finishing Linden with a thrust through the gut. But the fistful of flour caught him full in the face, blinding him for just long enough for Linden's foot to connect with Rorik's left knee, making it buckle enough that he fell forward, straight onto Linden.

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Unaware of what was happening inside the wagon, Terrick parried another blow from the bandit before him and followed up with another strike, this time finally landing a solid blow that slashed the bandit from his right shoulder all the way to his left hip. Barely had the man fallen to the mud before Terrick was turning, looking for Mavis. He spotted the boy, struggling against one of the bandits, but an even worse sight met his eyes. Slowly, but surely, the bandits were cutting down the caravan guards and the sellsword's heart sank at the realization that this was a losing battle.

"PULL BACK!" he yelled to the few remaining guards. "BACK UP THE HILL!" He bellowed the command, hoping that they would heed his words.

Mavis twisted his head to see who Algar was talking to, and spotted Karin leaping from the wagon with a sack full of goods that he and his colleagues had busted their butts pulling miles up the hill. They have no right! He seethed inwardly, fixing a cold stare on the girl. At Terrick's shout to surrender he realized that if he couldn't free himself quickly, the caravan guards would soon either be gone, or be dead, leaving none to help him. With no other weapons or ways to defend himself, he twisted his head further until he could see Algar's hand holding his arm, and lunged forward with his teeth to bite the bandit's hand.

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Linden grunted in frustration as his attempt to return to his feet was halted by the bandit leader pinning him once again against the flour barrel. While struggling to unpin his arm from his chest, he caught a whiff of sweat and BO coming from Rorik's jacket, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Man, you reek," he mocked, finally managing to pull his arm free. "When was the last time you had a bath?" From over Rorik's shoulder, he spotted his sword which had been knocked from his grasp earlier in the tussle, partially buried beneath a pile of pickles which had spilled from the fallen barrel. He thrust upwards and sideways with all his might to dislodge his attacker, which was no small feat given Rorik's size, and managed to shimmie out from underneath. Not caring that his back was turned, he lunged desperately for the weapon, knowing that eventually Rorik would manage to finish him off while he was unarmed.

 

[ChickenRadio]

Mavis twisted his head to see who Algar was talking to, and spotted Karin leaping from the wagon with a sack full of goods that he and his colleagues had busted their butts pulling miles up the hill. They have no right! He seethed inwardly, fixing a cold stare on the girl. At Terrick's shout to surrender he realized that if he couldn't free himself quickly, the caravan guards would soon either be gone, or be dead, leaving none to help him. With no other weapons or ways to defend himself, he twisted his head further until he could see Algar's hand holding his arm, and lunged forward with his teeth to bite the bandit's hand.

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Linden grunted in frustration as his attempt to return to his feet was halted by the bandit leader pinning him once again against the flour barrel. While struggling to unpin his arm from his chest, he caught a whiff of sweat and BO coming from Rorik's jacket, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Man, you reek," he mocked, finally managing to pull his arm free. "When was the last time you had a bath?" From over Rorik's shoulder, he spotted his sword which had been knocked from his grasp earlier in the tussle, partially buried beneath a pile of pickles which had spilled from the fallen barrel. He thrust upwards and sideways with all his might to dislodge his attacker, which was no small feat given Rorik's size, and managed to shimmie out from underneath. Not caring that his back was turned, he lunged desperately for the weapon, knowing that eventually Rorik would manage to finish him off while he was unarmed.

Karin saw him try to attack and quickly countered by kicking him in the cheek, "Not right now, Pretty boy." She said.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Karin saw him try to attack and quickly countered by kicking him in the cheek, "Not right now, Pretty boy." She said.

Mavis cried out in pain, his head snapping back away from Algar's arm before any damage could take place. His free hand flew up to his cheek and rubbed the growing red sore that was quickly forming where she had kicked him. "Just let me go," he pleaded. "The guards are retreating, the wagon is yours, what good am I to you now?"