Post by Sir Haymar Glen on Oct 28, 2015 8:27:09 GMT -8
Hey all, here's my first free-build for October, which continues the story of my secondary character Skye: A Rigged Ambush!
Chronicles of a Spy: A Rigged Ambush!
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The sun shone down from a crystal-clear morning sky, lighting up the endless meadows and rolling hills stretching away before me in all directions. Far in the distance I could see the sunlight reflecting off the dew that had collected on the leaves of a moderate forest.
I breathed in the crisp, fresh morning air, and smiled.
“It’s days like these that make life worth living,” I said to myself, as the sun warmed my face.
I would have liked to just sit there all day, and enjoy what I had been given, but I had somewhere I needed to be, so with more than a tinge of regret I got up off the grass, and, shouldering my crossbow on it’s sling, headed down the hill.
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About thirty minutes later, I neared one of the major roads that connected the borders of Lenfald and Loreos. The roads were all supposed to be closed off, but I immediately noticed a wagon, far off but getting closer, traveling towards me, which would mean the wagon was heading to Loreos, because that was the direction I had just come from. My suspicions were instantly alerted.
Why was a Lenfel wagon heading into Loreos? It just didn’t seem to make any sense.
Then, as I was pondering what I was seeing, my eyes caught movement at the edge of the trees lining the road. The horses pulling the wagon suddenly reared, whinnying with alarm.
A group of bandits swarmed out of the trees, and surrounded the wagon and it’s hapless driver.
A man wearing a silver Garheim helm stepped forward, and began conversing with the wagon’s driver. Their conversation became more and more animated and angry with each passing second, and I began to suspect if he kept arguing the merchant wasn’t long for this world.
Wether this merchant was stupid, or greedy or both, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch while these scummy Outlaws robbed him of everything in that wagon, and then maybe killed him too.
I slipped stealthily through the trees toward the road, being careful not to make any sound, and thus alert the robbers.
Within a minute I had closed the distance to the road to a little less then ten feet, and was able to hear the merchant protesting with the robbers.
“No, you don’t understand! This wagon contains all my wares! If you take them I’ll be destitute!”
Silver Helm sneered.
“That’s only if we chose to leave you alive. If we don’t then you won’t have worry about that, will you?”
The merchant paled.
“Y-you wouldn’t do that!” He blustered. “The authorities would be on you in an instant!”
At this all the Outlaws snickered.
“How could they, if they never knew what happened?” The sandy-haired outlaw standing at the front of the wagon said, in a nasally voice.
Silver Helm grinned evilly.
“You see, you’re in a no-win situation. If you don’t comply, we’ll just kill you now, and no-one will ever be the wiser.”
“Factually incorrect,” I said, stepping out of the tree-line, and loosing a bolt from my crossbow.
The bolt struck an Outlaw with a huge mop of greasy black hair right in the chest.
Before Greasy Hair had even hit the ground I was moving forward, dropping my crossbow in the grass, and closing the distance between myself and Nasally Voice in flash.
Caught off-guard, Nasally Voice nevertheless managed to thrust his spear at me, aiming for my chest. Seemingly by magic I deflected it away from me, and grabbed it behind the head as it slid by me. Yanking the spear forward, and thus nearly throwing Nasally Voice off his feet, I swung my katana in a vicious downward arc, burying the blade deep in his neck.
The sudden explosion of movement spooked the merchant’s horses, and they reared, the brown one bringing his hooves down on the hapless outlaw blocking the road ahead, crushing him flat.
Leaving my sword in Nasally Voice’s neck as he fell, I reversed my grip on his spear, spun in a half-circle and flung it overhead across the way, right at the outlaw coming up from behind the wagon. Before the spear had even buried itself in the thug’s chest I was once again moving, drawing a dirk from my belt as I charged Silver Helm.
Alerted to the danger he was in by my blindingly fast attacks to his underlings, I expected Silver Helm to be ready for my onslaught. Instead, he turned and ran like scared goat!
“Coward,” I muttered, and threw the dirk at his retreating back.
A half-second later, Silver Helm was no more.
Which left just one outlaw for me to deal with. He looked from one fallen comrade to another, shocked that the rest of his fellow robbers were suddenly nothing more than memories. He started to back up, and I could tell he was about to run for it, when he suddenly noticed I had no weapon. He abruptly changed his mind, and charged at me. I waited until he was right in front of me, then suddenly ducked under his axe swing, spun on my heel, and slammed my left foot into his back. The outlaw was flung off his feet, and his axe spun away.
As I advanced forward he jumped to his feet and swung a roundhouse punch. I blocked it with my forearm, curling my hand around his wrist, and flipped him over my back, slamming him down on the hard-packed road, and dislocating his wrist.
The fight (along with his breath), was completely knocked out of him.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, and looked up at the open-mouthed merchant, who was still sitting in his wagon.
“You’re welcome,” I said.
He said nothing in return, evidently still in shock, so I turned away from him and went first to retrieve my crossbow from the grass, then to get my sword from Nasally Voice’s corpse. As I was levering my katana free of where it was stuck, I heard an almost undetectable sound from behind me.
Spinning around, I found to my shock, the merchant almost on top of me, swinging at my head with a short sword!
I was caught off-guard (which never happens to me!), and it almost cost me my life. Only my instinct and lightning-reflexes spared me from a very messy end.
As the sword swung at my face, I dropped to the ground and rolled, springing to my feet in one fluid motion. To my surprise the fake merchant had already changed his attack and was coming at me again. This guy had to have some serious training to have compensated for my surprise move that quickly.
To make matters worse, not only was I unarmed, as I had set my crossbow down to get my sword, but I also noticed out the corner of my eye the outlaw I’d winded getting to his feet and coming at me, axe in his left hand.
Assessing the situation in the time it took my two assailants to reach me, I feinted towards Fake Merchant, then charged Dislocated Wrist at the last second.
Before either of them had processed this, I had bowled Dislocated Wrist over and was running flat out for Silver Helm’s body, my eyes locked on the handle of my dirk sticking out of the corpse’s back.
The two would-be killers charged after me, Fake Merchant moving surprisingly fast for his bulk.
Nearing Silver Helm’s body, I sensed the two assailants had almost caught up to me, so I dove for the corpse. As I passed over the body, hands outstretched to break my fall, my dirk slid free and shot into my grasp.
Hitting the ground on the other side, I rolled to my feet and brought the dirk up, right into Dislocated Wrist’s gut. He stopped short, and looked from the blade in his gut to my face, and back again, puzzled as to how it got there.
“Night night,” I quipped darkly, and pulled the dirk free, turning to face Fake Merchant, as Dislocated Wrist hit the road.
Fake Merchant stopped short when he saw the murderous look in my eyes. He began to back up, as I stepped towards him. This ended when the other suddenly found himself backed up against the wagon, with nowhere left to go.
As I continued forward, he suddenly seemed to realize there was no getting out of this one and stabbed his sword at me. I threw my left hand out and down. His sword was ripped from his grasp and slammed to the road.
“What the-? H-how did you do that?” He stuttered.
I placed the tip of my dirk under his chin.
“I’ll do the asking. Who are you? Who set this up? And why?” I demanded, digging the knifepoint into the other’s throat with each question.
Fake Merchant laughed.
“I’m an Areani missy.” He said.
“So Jarius set this whole thing up?”
“Not Jarius.”
“Who then? Who would gain anything from this?”
Fake Merchant grinned.
“You won’t get the answer from me.”
I smiled darkly.
“Want to bet?”
“Yep,” he said, and bit down on what I had first thought was a gold tooth, but was evidently a poison capsule.
There was nothing I could do but watch in horror as he started foaming at the mouth, and collapsed on the ground.
Fake Merchant was dead in seconds.
“dang!” I kicked his body in frustration.
Turning away from him, I surveyed the carnage all around me, then looked at the wagon.
Well, at least I’ve got a faster mode of transportation now.
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So, I only just noticed the dark green flag is missing from my signature block, and unfortunately I've already taken the MOC apart, so reshooting it is out of the question. Just pretend you don't see it missing.
Hope you all like it!
Cheers,
Joshua
Chronicles of a Spy: A Rigged Ambush!
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The sun shone down from a crystal-clear morning sky, lighting up the endless meadows and rolling hills stretching away before me in all directions. Far in the distance I could see the sunlight reflecting off the dew that had collected on the leaves of a moderate forest.
I breathed in the crisp, fresh morning air, and smiled.
“It’s days like these that make life worth living,” I said to myself, as the sun warmed my face.
I would have liked to just sit there all day, and enjoy what I had been given, but I had somewhere I needed to be, so with more than a tinge of regret I got up off the grass, and, shouldering my crossbow on it’s sling, headed down the hill.
—————————
About thirty minutes later, I neared one of the major roads that connected the borders of Lenfald and Loreos. The roads were all supposed to be closed off, but I immediately noticed a wagon, far off but getting closer, traveling towards me, which would mean the wagon was heading to Loreos, because that was the direction I had just come from. My suspicions were instantly alerted.
Why was a Lenfel wagon heading into Loreos? It just didn’t seem to make any sense.
Then, as I was pondering what I was seeing, my eyes caught movement at the edge of the trees lining the road. The horses pulling the wagon suddenly reared, whinnying with alarm.
A group of bandits swarmed out of the trees, and surrounded the wagon and it’s hapless driver.
A man wearing a silver Garheim helm stepped forward, and began conversing with the wagon’s driver. Their conversation became more and more animated and angry with each passing second, and I began to suspect if he kept arguing the merchant wasn’t long for this world.
Wether this merchant was stupid, or greedy or both, I wasn’t going to stand by and watch while these scummy Outlaws robbed him of everything in that wagon, and then maybe killed him too.
I slipped stealthily through the trees toward the road, being careful not to make any sound, and thus alert the robbers.
Within a minute I had closed the distance to the road to a little less then ten feet, and was able to hear the merchant protesting with the robbers.
“No, you don’t understand! This wagon contains all my wares! If you take them I’ll be destitute!”
Silver Helm sneered.
“That’s only if we chose to leave you alive. If we don’t then you won’t have worry about that, will you?”
The merchant paled.
“Y-you wouldn’t do that!” He blustered. “The authorities would be on you in an instant!”
At this all the Outlaws snickered.
“How could they, if they never knew what happened?” The sandy-haired outlaw standing at the front of the wagon said, in a nasally voice.
Silver Helm grinned evilly.
“You see, you’re in a no-win situation. If you don’t comply, we’ll just kill you now, and no-one will ever be the wiser.”
“Factually incorrect,” I said, stepping out of the tree-line, and loosing a bolt from my crossbow.
The bolt struck an Outlaw with a huge mop of greasy black hair right in the chest.
Before Greasy Hair had even hit the ground I was moving forward, dropping my crossbow in the grass, and closing the distance between myself and Nasally Voice in flash.
Caught off-guard, Nasally Voice nevertheless managed to thrust his spear at me, aiming for my chest. Seemingly by magic I deflected it away from me, and grabbed it behind the head as it slid by me. Yanking the spear forward, and thus nearly throwing Nasally Voice off his feet, I swung my katana in a vicious downward arc, burying the blade deep in his neck.
The sudden explosion of movement spooked the merchant’s horses, and they reared, the brown one bringing his hooves down on the hapless outlaw blocking the road ahead, crushing him flat.
Leaving my sword in Nasally Voice’s neck as he fell, I reversed my grip on his spear, spun in a half-circle and flung it overhead across the way, right at the outlaw coming up from behind the wagon. Before the spear had even buried itself in the thug’s chest I was once again moving, drawing a dirk from my belt as I charged Silver Helm.
Alerted to the danger he was in by my blindingly fast attacks to his underlings, I expected Silver Helm to be ready for my onslaught. Instead, he turned and ran like scared goat!
“Coward,” I muttered, and threw the dirk at his retreating back.
A half-second later, Silver Helm was no more.
Which left just one outlaw for me to deal with. He looked from one fallen comrade to another, shocked that the rest of his fellow robbers were suddenly nothing more than memories. He started to back up, and I could tell he was about to run for it, when he suddenly noticed I had no weapon. He abruptly changed his mind, and charged at me. I waited until he was right in front of me, then suddenly ducked under his axe swing, spun on my heel, and slammed my left foot into his back. The outlaw was flung off his feet, and his axe spun away.
As I advanced forward he jumped to his feet and swung a roundhouse punch. I blocked it with my forearm, curling my hand around his wrist, and flipped him over my back, slamming him down on the hard-packed road, and dislocating his wrist.
The fight (along with his breath), was completely knocked out of him.
I wiped the sweat from my brow, and looked up at the open-mouthed merchant, who was still sitting in his wagon.
“You’re welcome,” I said.
He said nothing in return, evidently still in shock, so I turned away from him and went first to retrieve my crossbow from the grass, then to get my sword from Nasally Voice’s corpse. As I was levering my katana free of where it was stuck, I heard an almost undetectable sound from behind me.
Spinning around, I found to my shock, the merchant almost on top of me, swinging at my head with a short sword!
I was caught off-guard (which never happens to me!), and it almost cost me my life. Only my instinct and lightning-reflexes spared me from a very messy end.
As the sword swung at my face, I dropped to the ground and rolled, springing to my feet in one fluid motion. To my surprise the fake merchant had already changed his attack and was coming at me again. This guy had to have some serious training to have compensated for my surprise move that quickly.
To make matters worse, not only was I unarmed, as I had set my crossbow down to get my sword, but I also noticed out the corner of my eye the outlaw I’d winded getting to his feet and coming at me, axe in his left hand.
Assessing the situation in the time it took my two assailants to reach me, I feinted towards Fake Merchant, then charged Dislocated Wrist at the last second.
Before either of them had processed this, I had bowled Dislocated Wrist over and was running flat out for Silver Helm’s body, my eyes locked on the handle of my dirk sticking out of the corpse’s back.
The two would-be killers charged after me, Fake Merchant moving surprisingly fast for his bulk.
Nearing Silver Helm’s body, I sensed the two assailants had almost caught up to me, so I dove for the corpse. As I passed over the body, hands outstretched to break my fall, my dirk slid free and shot into my grasp.
Hitting the ground on the other side, I rolled to my feet and brought the dirk up, right into Dislocated Wrist’s gut. He stopped short, and looked from the blade in his gut to my face, and back again, puzzled as to how it got there.
“Night night,” I quipped darkly, and pulled the dirk free, turning to face Fake Merchant, as Dislocated Wrist hit the road.
Fake Merchant stopped short when he saw the murderous look in my eyes. He began to back up, as I stepped towards him. This ended when the other suddenly found himself backed up against the wagon, with nowhere left to go.
As I continued forward, he suddenly seemed to realize there was no getting out of this one and stabbed his sword at me. I threw my left hand out and down. His sword was ripped from his grasp and slammed to the road.
“What the-? H-how did you do that?” He stuttered.
I placed the tip of my dirk under his chin.
“I’ll do the asking. Who are you? Who set this up? And why?” I demanded, digging the knifepoint into the other’s throat with each question.
Fake Merchant laughed.
“I’m an Areani missy.” He said.
“So Jarius set this whole thing up?”
“Not Jarius.”
“Who then? Who would gain anything from this?”
Fake Merchant grinned.
“You won’t get the answer from me.”
I smiled darkly.
“Want to bet?”
“Yep,” he said, and bit down on what I had first thought was a gold tooth, but was evidently a poison capsule.
There was nothing I could do but watch in horror as he started foaming at the mouth, and collapsed on the ground.
Fake Merchant was dead in seconds.
“dang!” I kicked his body in frustration.
Turning away from him, I surveyed the carnage all around me, then looked at the wagon.
Well, at least I’ve got a faster mode of transportation now.
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So, I only just noticed the dark green flag is missing from my signature block, and unfortunately I've already taken the MOC apart, so reshooting it is out of the question. Just pretend you don't see it missing.
Hope you all like it!
Cheers,
Joshua
