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(Note on my gear, its not plate mail, its full plate armour, and its not a hand and a half sword, its a bastard sword, slightly shorter and with a one handed grip)

Tyranic drew his sword turning in one fluid motion, here he sees the man wince at the light reflecting of his sword, and levels it at the intruder, his shield still on his back but the barstard sword would be enough to defend himself and the girl. His eyes travel over the black garbed man. His mind already summing up the mans strengths and weaknesses in case of a fight. The horns on his helmet may provide a hand hold for a grip if needed., the light armour and the shield to thin to be any good. The greatsword he could appreciate however the one handed grip of the man suggesting serious levels of strength but Marta knew that that kind of strength would last only so long. If the worst came to the worst he could use his armor's unobvious lack of wieght to his advantage and make the man swing and miss, tiring him. Marta shifted his feet slighly evening his weight out across them and preparing to dodge or block a swing. He tightens his grip on his sword and shamelessly pulls his shield across his chest to a defensive position. His slow calm voice tinged with anger from what he had witnessed earlier rolls out.
"What is your business here Blackguard? I see no villages to plunder, or was that ruin your doing?"
The man spreads his hands to either side and then points at the wound in his side.
"I am about as welcome there as you are Knight"
Tyranic looks at the man and sees some kind of melancholy, the displeasure at wanting to fight the wish to just be at peace for a time and he sheaths his sword and lowers his shield.
'I believe you are no threat to us... But I would strongly reccommend against fighting me. Neither of us need that kind of fight right now."
He turns and continues to pitch tents, the one he usually carries and a small lean-to to put his gear in. The girl looks at the tent with tripidation.
"Were both sleeping in there?"
"Im twice your age girl, deal with it"
She laughs, a high musical sound that sets Tyranic at ease but a quick glance at the stocky warrior still at the egde of the clearing shows the man clenching his jaw.
"I wasnt worried about that, more that im not sure there would be room."
"I dont sleep in my armour Illana"
She frowns "Alright fine, but there had better be room Knight"
Marta shrugs "There will be" He turns to the Blackguard "Are you keeping us company this night warrior?"

Fyi bastard swords have a hand and a half grip its the "Bastard" child of a great sword and a long sword, long swords have a single hand grip.

((( Full-plate? Should have figured, with the Knight thing and all. So The Bastard Sword you use is a Victorian Longsword?)))

Reiko shrugged slightly. "I don't sleep much, so I don't need a tent, but if want me here, I might as well stay." He hefted his massive sword into the sheath on his back, and dropped the shield, grip up, and sat on it cross-legged. "The shield doubles as my 'bed'. My only concern is the girl at the moment."

mink580 wrote:Fyi bastard swords have a hand and a half grip its the "Bastard" child of a great sword and a long sword, long swords have a single hand grip.

By the Victorian Era, a Bastard Sword was a Longsword, where-as sabers and short-swords were standard.

Ok lets stop this off topic mess, oh and that also implies that people in the Victorian era had small hands...

Kasrkai Tyranic sorry but you guys are nowhere near eachother. Kasrkai you're with Wildhost. and Tryanic you just with the chick

A'lor
Your skillfully dodge you create and whirling behind, using the additional momentum slice through the clay doll. The obviously fatal wound on a man didn't phase the giant. Its eyes glow blue while the clay morphed into one shape again.

Wait, so I'm in ANOTHER Temple, with ANOTHER girl?

tyranic is a guy.

I am back from my ban, so I will post in a bit.

Same ruins different part. the ruins is like a small destroyed city with a massive temple in the center. You just happen to be thrown right next to host.

Alright then, I'll post when Host does.

Do you guys read my posts for other characters?

Da

but, note quite sure...where am I?

I apologize for my lack of posts as of late. This week has been chock-full of revelations, surprises of both the pleasant and unpleasant nature, gaming, hospitals, and a single instance today when ChaosUK was hit by a car. By far, it is the strangest week I have ever experienced, so I hope you can understand that my mind has been... elsewhere. Then I will be leaving to head up north sometime next week, and am not sure when I shall return. I hope you understand.

The Walrus

You are fighting a hybrid of a wolf and a moose. at a gate of the ruins

Ecko studied the creature, it was massive, possibly enough to overcome even ecko In pure strength, calculating his odds, the gnoll attempted to stare it down and bare his fangs.

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7

It doesn't back down but it does look frighten of you.

Ecko attempted to communicate with it, but got ready to go for his sword or mace at a moments notice. “Do you speak common?” he asked, slowly.

Its an animal...it can't speak...he rushes you with its rack. trying to force you out of the street.

Ecko sidesteps and pulls the massive mace ‘Devilbane’ out of the back sheath and swings a power blow at the beast’s head.

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4

You spin back to face the road with the crumbled buildings. you turn see the beast beheaded. the body still charging till it smashes into a tree resulting in a sadly funny ending. the head shows no signs of life. You take a deep victory breath and walk into the first building you see that is open. You are above two humans that seemed to be a bitter argument with a mask man with dark purple robes.

Watching the argument, Ecko listened to the fighting. But he was not in the mood for talking at the moment, walking slowly into the room he shouldered his mace and announced his presence by saying, “What the hell is this all about?”

Have to wait for Geliard or Amiri

sure.

Pulling her helmet over her head, Sierra drew her sword and let it rest on her shoulder, she had practiced to easily disember the limbs of chargin foes, but it only work 50% of the time."Tenebrae vade!" Sierra shouted allowing light to flood the room. "Who are you" She said trying to remember a speel that would actually help her combat.
(I assume paladins use holy magic, healing smiting etc? If not I would like to know what they can do. BTW if you guys didn't notice I wrote it in latin, if you want me to do something diffrent i'll try)