To Heir Is Human- Playground XIV, The 14th Options

[jack cloudy]

Odrik and Flint.

Odrik gestured towards the Trebuchets.
,,We're moving them to a safer position. We can't provide support if we're busy hacking away at invaders." He spoke.
,,If we are lucky, we won't get another attack till after we've moved into position. If we're not lucky......hope you can hold the line without our help."

Flint swung his staff and began to break down the building he'd chosen.
,,Hmm, Aleatoire. That sounds like a good name for this thing. Too damn fickle though. When things are nice and quiet, it works. But when I'm in battle, it always acts funny." He mumbled to himself. He then noticed Flogir.
,,Ah.....yes. I'm going to break down this building and use it to fashion a crude brick wall to seal the gap. It won't hold against a siege engine or that mage, but the real walls didn't hold either and footsoldiers will have a hard time breaking it. Truth be told, I don't like the idea of exploding barrels but even if it does work, the fire will extinguish eventually and we'll need something to fill up the gap."

[Lord Revan]

OCC: The Plys'Iea wears plate armor that is denser and heavier than even an orc could fight in. (akin to a light tank) Which gives you an idea of how strong he is to be jumping farther/higher, and running faster than any man or mer.

Plys'Iea

"Battle beckons, I refuse stand in the flanks!" He screeched, then roared ferociously at the soldiers on the other side of the wall. With that the warrior strafed the wall, ignoring the breach. Then he vaulted far enough for his free hand to grasp the edge of the battlments.

In one motion he threw himself up and over, already picking out the number of armed soldiers and the flamable barrels in the breach. Pity the goblins then, the alien thought. Slowly he rose to his full hieght atop the wall, well away from the breach.
"True warriors will gladly face death, show me your mettle, Soldiers of Tamriel!" He hissed in challenged, pointing his flail-ended staff at the people below.

[Agent Griff]

Dan, looking at the Plys'Iea

As Dan stood idly and watched the measures that were being taken to seal the breach, his eyes suddenly darted up to a being which had appeared on the walls. Twice the size of a man it seemed, and alien to Dan's old eyes. He had seen many things in his days, yet never a creature such as this. All others looked at it in awe as well, yet none dared move, lest the creature be made to attack.

The creature however soon issued a chalenge to all inside the Imperial City, daring true warriors to face him in battle.

True Warriors will gladly face death, yet True Warriors will also know when is the time to fight and when is the time to flee.

Dan, sensing that no mortal man could best this creature, took a few steps back and raised Balmung, his sword. If he were to die in this siege, he might as well die facing the enemy's champion, their best warrior. This could be the last great deed of his life, his fight with this alien creature possibly being his doom. He stepped forward.

"Will none dare face this hellish creature? If none step forward, I will challenge this beast to manly combat!" Dan yelled telepathically to all others around him.

Thus my doom comes, before the walls of the Imperial City.

OOC: Could someone join Dan, since if he fights the Plys'Iea alone he will surely die like some chump in the first two seconds?

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint dropped his staff when a telepathic challenge hammered into his brains. He shook his head and picked up Aleatoire.
,,I am so going to regret this. Take hammers and continue the job. I'll be gone for a while." He told the Brumans and then wandered towards the wall.
,,Why am I doing this? I'm still tired from last fight."

Once he'd reached Dan, he stopped to gaze up at the creature.
,,Say, is all this macho stuff really necessary. Can't we like, blast him from the wall with Telekinesis?" He asked and tried to add action to his words. Aleatoire emitted lots of sparkles and began to loudly sing Cyrodiil's national anthem, in a quite good-sounding bariton voice.
,,Ah, crap it. Can't you bloody ever be serious?!" Flint shouted angrily.
,,There where the dragon rests!" The staff continued undisturbed.



OOC: Flint will help all he can, but I can't guarantee Aleatoire's coöperation.

[Agent Griff]

Dan, standing next to Flint

So it seems Dan fights but not alone. Whatever the circumstance, today is a fine day for fell deeds and slayings.

"At least I will not be alone. Quite a fine...staff you have there. Does it do other things instead of singing? I once had a blade which sung. It sung songs of battle and slaughter as I swung it across the throats of bandits and outlaws. Yet that blade was broken long ago."

OOC: Well, we can't actually do anything until Revan arrives. And that thing is a staff right?

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint glared at the rainbow-coloured staff in his hands.
,,Well, it can breakwalls down real fast if it feels like it." He replied.
,,Now stop singing or I'll use you as a club!" He yelled. The staff shut up instantly.
,,Ah, now that's better."



OOC: After losing his Telekinetic katanas, Flint crafted this staff using lots of silver and lots of broken weapons and armour. Some of the scrap metal was enchanted and he crafted it in expecting a free bonus. As a result, the staff is a bit.......unpredictable. Aleatoire means random in french by the way.

[Tellie]

James

James watched as things unfolded, with a shrug je threw a torch into the breach, and few seconds later, a large fire erupted, followed by the occasional boom as a barrel exploded, humming kumbayah to himself, James turned to where Flint and Dan stood, only to watch as the staff started singing.

After controling his sniggers at Flint's staff, he explained his amusement to them. "Sorry guy's, the staff reminded me of a singing sword in a movie called, who tricked roger rabbit...essentially, this guy is going into a swordfight with no sword, and so he picks up one from a box, only to have it start singing love songs..." here he started giggling again, before he turned serious.

"So", he said as he aimed his shotgun towards Mr.Alien, "shall we kill some nasty Alians, or shallw e enter a philosophical conversations about singing staffs and moving pictures"?

[Lord Revan]

Plys'Iea

When three men stood to fight, he nodded to himself, good. Then he dropped down from the wall, absorbing the fall in his legs, the stones on the ground cracked from the impact. As he passed a Nord soldier, he stared at the raised shield.

Effortlessly, he smacked it aside and then the soldier fell backward as the Plys'Iea's jaws snapped inches from his face. Pathetic, he thought, pinning the nord to the ground with his foot. After burying his staff in the man's torso, the alien turned back to face the threesome gathered against him.

The youth among them had what looked like a primitive firearm, too primitive to do more than scratch my armor. "I'll allow you to make the first move."

[Tellie]

James.

James looked astonished at what Mr.Alian had done, "holy compassion", he muttered. With an evil cackle he shot both shells at Mr.Alien, as well as preparing his emergency molotov that he always carried in his belt.
The power of the shells made Mr.Alien reel backwards, but appeared to do nothing more, with a curse James ignited the fuse on his molotov cocktail, before throwing it at Mr.Alien, the following explosion singed his eyebrows off.


OOC: hope you don't mind him calling him Mr.Alien.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint shook his head.
,,Gosh, that guy sure is a nutcase if you ask me." He muttered. He then focussed on projecting a Telekinetic barrier around the three of them.
,,Not that this is going to help. Next life, I'm going to invest in some more offensive spells."

[Agent Griff]

Dan, next to Flint and James

Dan was impressed by the showing the otherworldly beast had made. He wasn't afraid however. After all he had been through in his long life, death could only be a relief. Besides, Dan thought that if he were to die, he could finally regain his voice. Few knew however, what became of a man's soul after he died. Dan cared little.

As he saw that the power of James' boom-staff faded in front of the alien, and that all the Breton mage could do was to errect a barrier between them and their foe, Dan surmissed that their foe was a worthy one, the worthiest they might meet in their whole lives. With a quick prayer to Shor, he prepared to do battle against the supernatural foe. At least he wouldn't do so alone.

OOC: I know what aleatoire means in french, since we have a simillar word in Romanian which means the same thing. Romanian, as French, is a latin language so we have many simillarities. Back on topic, we should discuss this battle in the planning thread.

[Tellie]

James.

James, cursed as he ralised he had used up his last two shells for the shotgun...now more shotting from it, and as such it was worthless, with a snarl he threw it away as he drew his two daggers, the one with the paralyze effect, and the one coated in snake venom.

"Ok guys, confession here, I'm not a great close combat person against an armed opponent, but I'll do what I can", James said nervously...'if I get killed beacuse of their hero complex then oh...I'll revive myself just to kill them'

With a dagger in each hand, James gave them a few spins for good measure, before steeling himself for the eventual unbearable pain that was to come.

[jack cloudy]

Flint Ironwood.

Flint flashed a wry grin.
,,Tell me about it. Just do what you can, we'll do what we can. So far, that plan of action has worked well enough to keep most people alive." He said with a forced chuckle.
,,Most......not all."

He raised Aleatoire before him, ready to block. He realized that he lacked the muscles to block even the lightest of their foe's blows. But with his skill at Telekinesis, he might have a chance at doing with his mind what he couldn't do with his body.

[minque]

Uhhh this one needs a good rest now!