forum Well, anybody up for a group RP? Medium size (5 people, max), High Fantasy

Started August 13, 2022 by Deleted user

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Bane dropped Acturus, watching the elf fall to the ground. He held another shadowed blade to the elf’s neck. “Stop trying to provoke fights. You don’t want the beast to awaken. It will tear everything apart.” He was talking about himself. He was the beast and unstoppable in a feral rage. The Hellhound growled, baring his teeth at the elf, trying to strike a little fear into him. “Never underestimate me either. I was raised to kill. But gain my trust, and we might become friends in the future.” Turning his head, he strode to the edge of the walkway, scanning his surroundings. They were high up. Not great. Bane could shadow travel them out, but it would be risky with this many people. The amount of prison guards irked him, but escape wasn’t impossible. “You know, sir.” He looked over his shoulder at Acturus. “I told you my name. I’d like to know yours.” His voice was husky with a lot of grit behind it, almost like he was losing it.

Arcturus landed on his back, his blade rippling like metal and flowing back into armor over his body. He pulled himself back up to his feet, pushing Bane's hand with the weapon away from his neck. "I'm not picking fights! That ogre literally started everything!" His voice was irritated and emphatic, but he was unconsciously layering it with charm, trying to calm himself and Bane. "And don't lecture me, I've dealt with hellhounds before, I know your type and what you're capable of."

He glanced over the wall and a bow formed in his hands. The athelas was working and he could feel his injuries healing. His nose popped as it set back into place on its own, and he coughed one more time as his rib twinged. "Don't wanna get in another fight just yet anyway."

He fired an arrow down into the ground, and it trailed a long cable. He turned and jabbed a metal spike directly into the stone work of the wall, securing the cable to it, before looping his bow over the cable, forming a zipline down. "My name is Arcturus Thenuviel. You coming?"

Sardoth snarls back at Nix, keeping a firm grip on everything. He pulls a pouch from somewhere and tosses in the weapons. With Nix still gnawing on him, he goes back down to the cell and hands out everyone's weapons.

"We're going. Whatever is here, not even I could face it." he barks authoritatively, his face a granite wall. Any and all traces of humour were gone, every bit of his kind nature locked away. He was no longer Sardoth, the aggressive ass. He was Sardoth, the one responsible for ruining entire kingdoms and armies on his own. He was Dragonheart. He looks around, then slaps Bane and Arcturus.

"Soldiers, what in the name of Lith are you doing? Save the circus." he snaps.

"Now get your asses out of here."

The guard just shook his head at the actions of the others, muttering about how he might as well have just only helped the unconcious girl at this point.
He made his way to the armory and set her down, trying to get her to wake up.
He moved to see the goblin and one starting the fight arguing over stuff.
"Oh my gosh just stop will you?" He huffed at them.
She moved to stirr a little bit as she let out a groan, rubbing the back of her head.
"What in the world..?"
"Yeah no time to talk. We have to go, can you walk?"
He took her weapons from sardoth and handed them to her.
"Ya ya I can walk." She grumbled, getting up.

(pretty sure Emerse is the only one still in the cell. Bane and Arcturus are long gone and Nix was with Sardoth. just clarifying)

( Sutechi took her out of the cell)

Bane drew back his hand, tossing the blade into the air. It vanished into the shadows and dispersed to the nearest corner. He leaned against the railing, which prevented people from falling to their deaths. He assumed it was steel because it was cold against his skin. He looked over to the elf, never understanding why people thought crafting metal into intricate shapes made the place look appropriate. "However, you participated in them. What does it matter what that idiot does? Engaging makes matters worse. I found out two seconds in." Bane inhaled slowly and exhaled in the form of a sigh. He was doing his best to remain calm. "You don't know anything about me, sir. Yes, you may have dealt with my kind; congratulations. However, we are not all the same. Why do you all insist on knowing who I am and what I'm capable of? I've met a lot of elves in my time, and you're all the same. You are entitled to your experience." He rested his palm on his left cheek. This cheek in particular had an odd, black mark. A hellhound mark. "Father said everyone likes to act tough to show they're not weak. But the weak are the ones who put on a tough face."

He waved his hand as he watched Arcturus form the bow, and his umbra sword appeared from the shadows. The one that was taken from him. He stowed it in his belt sheath. "I'm going to get into more fights. Taking out the guards will aid our escape. I'm used to being treated as if I were a blank-eyed soldier." With that, he grabbed the railing and swung himself over, placing a foot in between one of the designs. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Arcturus. I'll see you on the other side." The hound let go, falling three stories to the main level as Sardoth returned to the others with the goblin gnawing on him. You might think him crazy, but a creature with enhanced durability wasn't going to take the easy way out. Bane landed on his feet, smiled, and waved to the guards. Then he jabbed one in the face with his elbow, splattering blood on the polished tiles. "Oh no! That was my fault. You must work extremely hard to keep this place running—especially since we escaped." He kicked another guard in the chest, rendering him ineffective. Bane may or may not have broken the guard's ribs. His eyes shifted between red and brown.

Bane looked out of the corner of his eye. Another guard charged him with what appeared to be a silver dagger. Shit. He unsheathed his sword, a shadow fluttering off the blade. He swung for their left side after parrying the guard with the dagger. The guard deflected the attack and slashed Bane across the shoulder blade. The hellhound bellowed. Pain pulsed throughout his left arm and top of his back. The flesh on his body sizzled as the silver left a thin burn. Red shrouded Bane's eyes as he growled. He charged the guard, knocking him into an oak security desk. The hellhound snatched their hair and slammed their head into the desk. The polished wood gave way as the hellhound's strength slammed their head into the table. Another uncontrollable beast, but there was someone who could put a stop to him.

As Bane goes over the edge, Sardoth faces off against a set of guards coming towards him. In seconds, the soldiers were unconscious at his feet. He was unarmed still.

He laughs as a humanoid figure approaches, pulling out his hammer and shield and faces off against it, a crazed gleam in his eyes.

Emerse made her way through the halls however when she saw sardoth she got filled with an anger at him for slamming her into the wall and knocking her out. She pulled out her gun, caulked it and and pointed it at his skull.
Not caring if she knocked out a few guards on the way.
She shot mutitiple bullets at sardoth as she stood there before Sutechi pushed her gun down, and ushered her towards the exit.
She glared at sardoth before moving to follow sutechi.

Each bullet finds its mark, definitely. But beyond that, nothing happens to Sardoth. He doesn't even look back at Emerse, charging the black figure, laughing like a berserker.

The black figure barely has time to react before its head is knocked off its shoulders.

Once everyone got their weapons back, Nix just grumbled, letting go of Sardoth’s arm and dropping to the floor. They scurried out of the way and dodged any guards, and spotted the guard that let them out and the girl heading towards the exit. Seeing the opportunity, the goblin rushed towards them, keeping a hand on the hilt of their knife just in case.

Arcturus listened to Bane for about 4 sentences, before realizing this was about to be a very typical angsty hellhound speech. Orome's Horn… He rolled his eyes and jumped, ziplining down to the ground, where he took off running after the guard and the goblin. The spike, the cable, and the arrow all flowed back over his body. He noticed Emerse shoot Sardoth, watched as Bane and the big man took on guards left and right, and kept heading towards what looked like an exit. I didn't ask for this. I'm going home.