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| Post #1 May 23 2010, 03:48 PM | Supernova |
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Lost, Hadrian had somehow gone from taking a relaxing stroll through the forest to being knee deep in water so filthy it could hardly be called water. In the distance he could see Wall, looming over the marshes. He thought of going in the opposite direction of it as it would surely lead him back to the forest but he doubted it would lead him directly to his camp. The camp in which he kept the little food he had left and his only bedroll. Wasn't really much of a camp really as it lacked a tent and a fireplace but what else could he call it. He had started to head in the direction he believed he had come from when he suddenly had this urge to go to Wall. And so, without thinking he turned around and briskly made his way toward Wall. The nigh impenetrable barrier that separated Nowhere from the "civilized" world. Before long, at least to Hadrian it had seemed like only two minutes or so, he reached the base of Wall. An ominous reminder of the cruelty that existed in this world and to him a reminder of the cruelty he was capable of. With but a look he was reminded of all the horrible acts he had committed on the other side, yes, he had been truly despicable back then. But he was also reminded of his strength back then. Despite the fact that it had been used in the worst possible manner he had possessed commendable strength back then. Though after a year of peaceful traveling it had probably faded away. He looked at his hand, clenched it to a fist and struck the air in front of him as it it were an invisible foe. Comparing it to the feeling of a punch back then it was clear to him that he had become weaker, much weaker. Looking back at Wall a thought struck Hadrian. "I'm still as despicable as I was back then. Back then I had strength, I had the power necessary to make a difference in this world and what did I do? I relaxed and took in the sights. Instead of using my strength to prevent others from suffering. I'm as selfish now as I was back then. And now I've lost my strength." In frustration he punched a patch of wet grass that protruded from the "water." Feeling the ragged headband covering his forehead with his hand, Hadrian resolved to regain his strength, no, to become stronger than before, stronger than anyone and strive to save as many people from the hell he had forced other to endure in Nowhere. "I promise I will no longer waver from my rightful path." He said out loud, as if to make it more definite. Edited by Supernova, May 23 2010, 03:49 PM.
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| Post #2 May 23 2010, 04:46 PM | Hobo |
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At the same time Zera, standing amidst a group of some rather unsavory and very very drunk guardsmen snarled. His bright blue eyes glinted ferociously as he stepped back his large weapon in his hand. The group of them laughed at him. "Whats some slave boy gonna do? Swinging around a big ass hunka metal like that?" One of them shouted, brandishing a club. Another stepped forward threateningly. Zera grinned. "Why don't I show you what a slave boy can do with this big ass hunka metal you shit faced..." He didn't get a chance to finish. One of them cursed him loudly and lunged, Zera stumbled back and blocked with the flat of his blade, kicking the other in the chest. He rounded and used his momentum to throw the other at his friend. Stumbling backwards from the force of his own throw Zera was struck in the face with a stone. He cried out and glared at the assailant, fresh blood trickling down his face. He lunged and brought his huge blade up, four feet of thick black steel attached to a foot long hilt. The blade carved a gash across the man's chest and he fell down with a gurgle. Zera turned to the others, swinging his blade, the blood flying from it onto the others faces. He bellowed. "I'm the man who will carve a swath through your kingdoms you Arian bastards!" He cried. "You think the branded, the slaves and the broken are trash?! Think again! One of us is worth TEN of you!" He snarled. The men backed off a bit. One, behind him, drew his dagger. "Traitorous wretch... watch your TONGUE!" |
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| Post #3 May 23 2010, 05:34 PM | Supernova |
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OOC: How many of them are there exactly? IC: Hadrian was snapped out of his rumination by the very slurred speech of someone, not so far from here. Looking in the direction of the sound he could make out a few shapes in the distance. Curious, he walked toward the commotion so as to get a better view of the events unfolding. After only a short while he was close enough to see that the voice belonged to a guard who was accompanied by several others and...a boy? Before the guards stood a boy of who could not be older than 15, yet in his hands he held a large sword, a sword Hadrian would have doubted the boy could lift if he hadn't been looking at the spectacle with his own eyes. At this distance Hadrian could hear what was going on and it was clear that the men were belittling the boy. Though what had transpired before that he could not tell. Before he could think more on it he noticed one guard attacking the boy. Thankfully the guards were extremely drunk and the boy managed to block the attack, despite that Hadrian felt he should intervene and began running toward them, intending to at least pull the boy out of there. Even if the men were drunk they outnumbered him and they were after all trained guardsmen, even though today was probably not their best day. Before Hadrian could intervene, the fight was already well under way. The boy was faring pretty well despite his age and lack of numbers but Hadrian still feared it wouldn't be enough. And even if he did win it was definitely not a good idea to piss of the guards. Hadrian's eyes widened though when the boy cut open the chest of one of the guards, causing the crimson liquid to flow across his torso as he fell to the ground with a thud. He sped up, wishing to prevent any more bloodshed. After the boy delivered a little speech Hadrian began to panic as one of the guards had snuck up on him with a dagger in his hand. Acting quickly Hadrian picked up a rock and threw it at the guard, hoping his aim would be true. With a loud thud the rock hit its target in the head, knocking the man off balance. "The hell are you trying to do taking on so many men at once? You wanna die or something?" Hadrian yelled at the boy as he kept speeding toward them, stopping next to the boy he took a moment to catch his breath, he was indeed out of practice. "Boy, if you have any sense in you and if you care for life at all then you will get out of here before it's too late." He looked over at the wounded guard with sadness evident in his eyes as he noticed just how large the wound on his chest was. |
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| Post #4 May 23 2010, 06:05 PM | Hobo |
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OOC: 5... well... 4 now. XD Zera turned to the other. "Boy? I'm Fourteen!" He shouted, turning his back to the other. "If you're here to help feel free." He smirked, "Not that I'll save any for you, these Guards had it coming to them, talking to that girl like that..." He spat, lunging at the nearest guard and kicking him between the legs. "You guys are trained to fight right?! Put up a better one!" He shouted, rounding and kicking another in the chest. The guard whos head was now bleeding swore and turned to Hadrian. He lunged with his dagger. "You filthy cur!" He squealed trying to stab Hadrian in the side. The other guard nearby lunged with his club over his head. Zera meanwhile was holding his own, for the most part. He felt a knife graze his face and blood trickle down his cheek. He ignored it, though an oath under his breath acknowledged the pain. He pressed on, slamming into the first with his shoulder and blocking a club blow with his club. His eyes were fierce, his blonde hair flew about him, "I. Won't. Die!" He shouted, grabbing one by the face and pushing forward hard, slamming his head against a nearby stone. Zera panted, his arms were burning. One more guard remained for him to fight. The other two had descended upon his savior. Inwardly he was grateful to the other, though he'd probably never admit it. He cursed his own habit of standing up for others. They were going to rape that girl though! He couldn't stand by and let it happen. At least if hey killed them all no one in town would find out. He shook his head coming out of his thoughts just in time to be hit in the head with a heavy club. He groaned, his vision blurring for a second and stumbled back. "You bloody bastard!" He shouted, getting back to his feet. |
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| Post #5 May 23 2010, 06:29 PM | Supernova |
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"Fourteen huh? Younger than I thought." Hadrian sighed at the boy's over enthusiasm to fighting. As much as a fiery spirit was healthy for anyone to have, for it to be directed like this was in no ones favor. Noticing movement out of the corner of his eye he spotted the dagger wielding guard closing in on him, intending to pay him back for the rock throw earlier. The man's balance was still off from the blow and he was drunk to boot, even a hardened warrior would have trouble fighting under those conditions. Hadrian carefully sidestepped the attack and let loose a punch at the side of the guard's head, right where the rock had hit him. The already rattled guard fell down unconscious on the ground, letting out moans of pain. Hadrian cursed his luck and praised it at the same time. To get in a fight with so many guards, well, to get in a fight with guards in general was a really bad idea but thankfully the skills of these were dulled by the wonderful effects of alcohol. Hadrian grimaced as he turned around, noticing the two guards heading his way, their clubs raised. Their vision and judgment clouded, they had apparently concluded that the best tactic would be to rush him and swing their clubs at the same time in the same slow swing. An attack that could have been predicted by a child, Hadrian spun around and stepped back so as to get between the men and evade their clubs. At the same time he brought back his hands, using the momentum of his movement to deliver a powerful blow to both of the guards' face with his forearms. That added to the momentum of their own charge resulted in a knockout blow delivered to the two of them, ending the fight quickly, much to Hadrian's relief. He then noticed the boy facing off against the last guard and wondered if he should help him before deciding that given how he had done so far he could probably handle it. Instead Hadrian simply waited for the boy to finish before he'd ask him what the hell had just happened. |
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| Post #6 May 25 2010, 05:36 PM | Hobo |
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Zera stumbled forward, the man didn't hesitate, he struck Zera again, this time in the stomach. Zera stumbled back and stabbed his blade into the ground. He coughed and spat a glob of blood from his lips. His blurring vision shifted right and he saw the newcomer, he didn't know his name, but he saw him. He was just standing there, watching him get the tar kicked out of him. He chuckled to himself and looked up at the guard bearing down on him. If he died here he'd just be another peasant left to rot on the side of the road. Just another meaningless speck in the onward march of tyranny. But then... Nostus would have no one else... and he'd leave Zamia behind too. He promised her he'd be there. He didn't have the strength to lift his sword. His arms burned and his body ached. He shouldn't have picked this fight. He spat at the ground again and tossed the heavy weapon to the side. He grinned at the attacker. "Bring it." He growled. The attacker lunged at him snarling an obscenity his blood deprived brain couldn't translate. He felt something burn inside him, something roaring indignantly not to die. Before he realized it he had grabbed his attacker by the collar of his shirt. Zera's eyes glowed blue for a brief instant as did the attacker's. When it faded the attacker simply dropped his club. Zera shoved him to the ground, dropped to one knee and grabbed the weapon himself, raising it above his head to smash the man's head in. Edited by Hobo, May 25 2010, 05:40 PM.
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| Post #7 May 26 2010, 09:48 AM | Supernova |
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Hadrian wondered for a moment if he should step in and help the boy as he seemed to be struggling, if he did he would not do so until the very last moment. So that it would serve as a reminder to the boy not to engage in combat with 5 guards, in retrospect it would have been wiser to step in right away instead of running the risk of killing the boy. But at the time it seemed like a good idea to teach the kid not to do so again. Just as Hadrian was about to try and help him as it seemed the boy was at the end of his rope but just before Hadrian moved, the blond kid grabbed the collar of the guard's shirt. Hadrian could not see it from where he was standing but he guessed the boy had made a rather frightening look as the man dropped his club in what Hadrian could only assume was fear. At this point Hadrian had to step in, not to save the boy, but to save the guard. Though to him Hadrian was also doing this for the sake of the boy. He lunged forward as fast as he could and grabbed the club before it could be brought down. "Easy there, you have won. There's no need to cause anymore unnecessary bloodshed." As Hadrian said that he heard the moans of two men behind him. Looking back he saw two of the guards he had knocked out rising slowly to their feet, even in their current state they were fairly tough as a result of their training. Quickly he let go of the club, hoping he did not need to keep hold of it, and in few long strides, made his way to the guards. Kicking them both in the head with ferocity unbecoming of one who wished to right the wrongs of the world. Even so Hadrian managed to merely knock them unconscious rather than kill them. He then looked back to see if the boy had restrained himself. |
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| Post #8 May 26 2010, 05:15 PM | Hobo |
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Zera struggled against Hadrian's grip for a moment. His heart pounded in his ears. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth tightly. Shaking his head he finally began to calm down. He nodded. "Ok, ok..." He said, relaxing. He looked down with clearer eyes at the man beneath him. he was older, and well built, definitely a trained Soldier. Zera nearly thanked the gods for his good fortune that they had been too inebriated to fight effectively. He tossed the club aside. Otherwise he let go. "Thank you..." He said, getting shakily to his feet and glancing over at his blade. It was nearly twenty pounds on its own so lifting it was nonsense at the moment for Zera. He instead turned to the guard he had wounded. He shook his head and stumbled over to him, ignoring Hadrian for the most part. He dropped to his knees and pulled what bandages he had left and wrapped them around the unconscious man. He'd live from the looks of it, but he wasn't going to be walking for a good while, let alone lifting anything. His work done he turned and leaned against the nearest rock, looking up at Hadrian. "Why'd you help me?" He asked, nodding to him. "You didn't have to." He said, looking away. "I coulda taken these guys..." He said, gripping his shoulder. He was lying, and he caught himself in his own lie. "I'm lying. Thank you. You saved my ass." He conceded, biting his lip. Edited by Hobo, May 26 2010, 05:16 PM.
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| Post #9 May 27 2010, 10:13 AM | Supernova |
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As Hadrian turned around he noticed, to his relief, that the boy had dropped the club, leaving it laying on the forest floor. Instead of crushing the guard's head he had opted to go and bandage the wounds of the one he had previously injured. Hadrian had been unsure before but if the boy was doing that then the man must have been alive. Again, Hadrian felt relief, having been worried that the boy had killed the man in the heat of the battle. Once he finished he turned to Hadrian and began to speak, asking why Hadrian had helped him. "Because I can and because I need to make something good come out of this life of mine, so it wasn't an entirely selfless decision. But really, what kind of person would I be if I just let a life be wasted? And there's no need to thank me, had I not intervened it would have disturbed my sleep." Hadrian rubbed his forearm, the force of them smashing into the faces of his opponents had been greater than he thought as they protested loudly to the abuse. If he were to make a habit of jumping in like that, this was something he needed to fix and soon. "You should also thank whoever of the gods you may worship that my aim was true for with my skill that was a one in a thousand shot. Also, my name is Hadrian." Hadrian extended his hand as he introduced himself. |
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| Post #10 May 28 2010, 10:42 PM | Hobo |
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Zera smirked. Of course. No one does anything for free, even the good have a selfish reason for doing something. He shook his head and got to his feet. Stubbornly he shook off the haze of blood loss. He reached up and grabbed the others hand, giving it a firm a grip as he could manage given his situation. He glanced over at his weapon. Still too heavy for him, he knew just by looking at it. He turned to the other and spoke. "Zera, and the gods can choke." He said with a wry smirk on his face. "Everything happens for a reason." Zera said, and patted himself off. He glanced at Hadrians' arm. "You should get that looked at. Where you from Hadrian?" He asked, stumbling over and trying to pick up his sword. His arm ached a moment, he swore and then dropped it. He sat down next to it and leaned his head back, waiting for the bleeding to slow a bit. Zera leaned against a nearby rock formation, ignoring the unconscious body next to him. He crossed his arms and took a few relaxing breaths. He had nearly died there. The hell had happened with the guy and the club? He couldn't really remember. |
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