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The Siege (Open RP)


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Rain lashed at Dromik's face from where he stood, in between the crenelations of the fort. Thunder clouds boomed overhead as the light faded. It was nearly sunset, though it was nearly impossible to tell with the rain. It had been raining all day. It had soaked the leather under Dromik's steel armor and seeped into his bones. And he had only been on watch for an hour! He grunted in disgust and shifted his greatsword on his back.
He watched the glimmer of the fires, under small tents, in the woods surrounding the fort. Bandits. A lot of bandits. Well armed too. He had seen the weapons they carried one the first day of the siege. That was a week ago. His mercenary company had been hired to protect a caravan that had been journeying through Skyrim. They had stopped overnight in this fort in the woods.
And apparently been tailed by bandits. Not twenty minutes after the had arrived in the fort that morning, bandits had surrounded the camp. Almost a hundred of them. His group had only thirty men. The caravan had only ten regular guards, and they weren't exactly good soldiers. Just men and boys who thought to earn some coin on an event-less trip.
Oops.
Dromik was jerked from his flashback by the thunder of horse hooves on the ground. He squinted though the rain. Four bandits were riding towards the gate at a full gallop. Dromik did a double take, then grasped for the war horn at his belt. He raised it to his lips and blew one short blast, then one long. The signal for riders, or a negotiation party. It's not like four men would attack.
Men along the wall stumbled to their feet, drawing weapons. The riders halted, just out of bow range. One the riders urged his horse a few steps forward.
"All of you witin' ta fort!" He called in a uneducated voice. "Surrendur by dark, or tonight, we will attack. None shal be spairt! But give up, and you'll all be let free! You have our terms!"
He and his companions spit on the ground, then turned and rode back to the flickering fires. Dromik saw one of the men who was guarding directly above the gate head inside. He would relay the message to the companies leader, Agarth.
Sure enough, not a few minutes later, someone came to relieve him of watch.
"Agarth says you need rest. He will not surrender this fort. The caravan is carrying something important for a family in Morrowind, and must get through he said." He shook his already wet head. "I can't believe we are gonna die for some Dark Elf's trinket."
Dromik headed inside, through the tight stone passages of the fort. He had taken up a bed in the loft that held the wine and mead. The straw under the barrel made for a good pillow. He walked through the dining hall, where his companions were eating. He did not acknowledge them, for he had suddenly become tired and dreary. There was a battle to come, and he needed sleep.
***
Dromik was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. He jerked awake, yanking a dagger from under is straw pillow.
"Easy!" said the man standing over him. He was one of the caravan drivers, Dromik recognized.
"I've been sent to wake you. The bandits are moving. The attack will begin soon. Light is almost gone." He left.
Dromik jumped to his feet and rushed to put his armor on. He slid his greatsword in the sheath across his back and climbed down from the loft. Now he needed to find his companions. Where were they? He could not fight alone.


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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Odin snow heart had put on his boots as Dromik entered the room. "Dromik, the battle is nigh. I left your sword on that stand, all sharpened and polished." He said his head pointing to Dromik's large sword. "Most of the rest are asleep but i have someone waking them up. Take your position on the fort, and there are bows in the next room." he finished off as he put his gauntlets on his arms and walked to take his two spiked maces and shield, and a bow with a set of arrows.
This post was last modified: January 25th 2014, 08:41 PM by Oister


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Dromik nodded. He picked up his sword and gave it a swing. "Thanks, brother." He slid it in its sheathe. "When the others have woken, meet me on the wall. I shall be near the gate. They will have ladders and a ram, most likely."
He jogged into the other room and came back with a bow and quiver of arrows, then jogged up the stairs to the door to the wall and walked through.


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Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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A particularly lean young lad entered the dimly lit Barracks just as Dromik hastily moved from room to room. The Nord was unusually slimmer and less muscular than the typical "barbarian". He was wrapped tightly in leather armour and two rusty-looking weapons hung from loose leather straps around his waist; on his right, a heavy-looking axe atop an elongated wooden shaft. The shaft seemed to have runic inscriptions running down the side, illegible to the common mind. On his left, a rather dull looking sword in comparison. In fact, the leather sheathe in which it was contained appeared more valuable than it. Trimmed with a dark-blue silk and vainglorious golden stitching, it would have looked almost expensive if it were not covered in mud, crumbs and stained with ale. The boy, as that is how he was often referred to, must have been no older than twenty. His chin was desperately trying to grow a beard, but only a thin layer of dark stubble had made its way into visibility. His hair was long and windswept into a matted mess; it was likely to have once been a naturally fair blond, but now it was unwashed and brown with dirt.

With eager and anxious brilliant blue eyes he glanced around at his elder comrades. He had no mind for words as he knew battle would soon be upon him. His hands were uncontrollably shaking. The young whelp was well versed in war, but the adrenaline rush was something that always took command of his body until he was in the face of his opponent. Then, well, it just came naturally. Despite his youth and inexperience compared to his companions he had more than once proved his worth in battle. Even if they do still tease him for not being able to grow a beard, they keep him around for a reason: Agnar was a Nord. And Nords know how to fight.

Agnar's eyes veered up at the much more muscular Dromik as he jogged up the wet, stone steps to the wall. Bows were not his forte, particularly in such harsh conditions. It'd be impressive for him to hit his mark at all, never mind with the added challenge of nightfall, wind and thunderous storms. Perhaps there would be some other way for him to contribute.
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(most likely, it is open RP, and there were 30 mercenaries)


Odin Snow-Heart(Nord Warrior)
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Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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Uzgrok Gro-Yamog somewhat annoyed woke from his sleep to the sounds of his fellow mercenaries moving about saying something about the bandits getting ready to attack.

He quickly dressed himself in his thick Orichalcum heavy plate armour and strapped his sizeable sword to his left hip then slung his warhammer across his back and grabbed his tower shield, all of which made from Orichalcum.

On his way to the walls he stopped by the armoury and on an impulse grabbed a crossbow and quiver of steel bolts which he strapped to his belt and kept running towards the walls with the loaded crossbow in hand.

He past by three of his fellow mercenaries whom he hadn't spoken with but knew they were Nords but didn't bother stopping to chat and instead opened the door and stepped onto the walls to see the bandits preparing for an assault.


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The wind howled as Dromik stood atop the wall. Night was upon them, and in the forest, a great clamor was rising. He could see shadows of bandits from the firelight, running to and fro, the clank of steel, the sharpening of blades, the cries of men for their weapons. Dromik looked up. The storm was building. Soon it would be a downpour, with winds of the angry North.

Bandits gathered at the wood line. He saw ladders, and one large black mass. He could not tell what it was, but he guessed a ram.
Dromik looked around. The assault would begin soon.

He strung his bow. It would be no use in this wind, but he may have need of it. Better safe then sorry. He drew his greatsword and placed the point on the stone between his legs. His hands he laid on the hilt, near his face. He closed his eyes, and sent a prayer to Shor.


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Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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Hodlin Fire-Sword woke up, hearing the sound of mercenaries dressing in their armor. Sighing he started to quickly get into his Steel Plate armor. When that was finished he strapped his Dwarvish greatsword on his back and his two normal Dwarvish swords to his waist. After hesitating for a second he grabbed a Dwarvish shield that he had hoped to sell when he got back to Whiterun. While not particularly skilled with shields if one of his weapons broke or was lost the shield would be welcome. As he walked to the wall he was offered a bow which he declined as he was horrible with bows.

Stlen Ralys stood up, he had been up for a few hours sharpening his twin blades. The one time I decide to go with one of my caravans, he thought. He had decided to stay in the middle of the group, where his Destruction and Restoration skills would come in handy. Stlen put his ebony armor on and put his twin swords in their sheaths. "Come on boy," he said to Vaeril, his huge grey wolf, as he walked to the armory, "lets go see if we can make some surprises." Stlen walked into the armory and saw a few crossbows. He grabbed two of them, hiding one beneath his cloak, and a few quivers of bolts. "I'll at least be able to hit one bandit," Stlen said to Vaeril as he walked to the wall.


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Solduiran stood looking at the fort. He could see bandits beginning to in circle the fort. He was well aware of what was going on. Nothing happened with out him knowing about it. The rain did however make visibility a problem. "Just as I was told. Sitting ducks."

A second voice spoke from behind him. "Yes, but they are also bandits against trained mercs. Its like a Mudcrab vs a bear," Said Krow. His red eye allowed him to see just fine in the rain.

"Ha. But a bear will fall if there is a thousand Mudcrabs," Solduiran said smugly. He turned his attention back to the fort.
This post was last modified: January 26th 2014, 08:04 PM by Solduiran Long-Finger


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Uzgrok frowned as he saw the dark mass that was suspiciously ram-shaped. "Since when are brigands that well equipped?" he muttered to himself then got an idea.

He cupped one hand around the bolt already loaded in the crossbow and used a heat spell. It was the only spell he knew so far, aside from a few enchantments, and in a fight it was practically useless but it came in handy for heating weapons for extra damage and making metal a little softer for sharpening but it was just some heat and couldn't cause flames.

He hoped he could heat the bolt up fast enough so that when the ram came along he could set it on fire but the wind didn't make it easy and the possible rain wouldn't help either.


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Naris sat in his tree trying to scope what the bandits had. 'That was definitely a battering ram' he thought. He couldn't quite get a stable count of the bandits numbers he kept getting somewhere between 102 and 95. Krow was better at this than he was and he didn't like that he to do it. It did give him a small break from Scrouge. The whiny Khajiit was bitching about the rain again. "The Khajiit have fur you wouldn't understand." Scrouge would say. Naris thought it would be a good time to return to the big walking carpet. So quietly and quickly he lept through the trees before he landed next to the sleeping Khajiit. Naris smirked and clapped in his ear. This awoke Scrouge with a start. The massive black Khajiit roared in anger but was cut short when He noticed that Naris had one sword pointed at his throat. The Khajiits roared echoed out into the night. Naris wondered if anyone had heard it.
"What did you find?" The cat sat back down.

"There is over one hundred of them. or maybe not quite one hundred," Naris said amused.

"Krow wouldn't think that was funny," Scrouge growled obviously unamused.

"Solduiran would," Naris retorted. The cat said nothing just bared his teeth. Naris looked out across to where Solduiran and Krow would be. The rain made that difficult to see them but he was sure they were there.
This post was last modified: January 26th 2014, 08:51 PM by Solduiran Long-Finger


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Brutus grasped the bow tightly, let loose the string, and straightened his greaves. Another pair would be needed soon if he got any fatter, but who would ever buy his already too large pair now?

He scanned the trees for hidden bandits and pulled the string back again.

Dear Arkay", he whispered. "Please don't allow me to kill again today."
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