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Post by altria on Apr 22, 2008 13:44:06 GMT -5
Al'tria stepped onto a high vantage point, a high ridge just outside the forest the oversaw the land out toward the distant city of Quoa. It had taken almost a month to make the journey across the desert and the plains to this forest to confront those that could waste what men of the south hold dear.
Al'tria throug back the hood of his desert cloak and scanned the horizon in search of any military, he saw nothing upto the city itself. Once satisfied he turned and gave orders to his men and swiftly took a handful of men including his karata guards to the forest.
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several hours later
As Quoa swordsman made there way slowly through the forest on patrol speaking their native language Al'tria and his handful of warriors watched from the bushs each in a ready crouching stance clutching multiple throwing spear like weapons. As Al'tria rose his hand the warriors stood and threw their spears each striking home into the chest of their victims.
As men fell from horses Al'tria and some 4 men including one Karata charged forward leaping into the 9 Quoa horsemen left alive. Al'tria dodged a sword cut to his head and came up from the ground driving his blade home into his opponents chest before leaping and twisting in mid air to cut the throat of another....before any could scream the fight was over with only one terrorfied Quoa left.
Jura the Karata spoke "Shall i slay this one lord?"
Al'tria replied as he smiled broadly "No, let him live to tell his brethren that the desert warriors of the Gur'ai have claimed the forest" With that he openly laughed as he picked the soldeir by the throat and half threw him into a tree, in seconds the soldeir was out of the forest and running for his life....
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Post by altria on Apr 28, 2008 13:21:26 GMT -5
Al'tria and his body guard regrouped with the main force that had traveled to the plains of Quoa. He had briefed his captains and had an estamate for reinforcements, another few days until the second group of three thousand warriors then he could make war.
As his men readied to raise camp he swiftly briefed his warriors to be ready to charge should the humans take action against the elves, for even his small force would cause enough damage to cripple any assault against the Elves.
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Post by Kinether on Apr 28, 2008 16:37:49 GMT -5
Ioran was approaching the desert people camp on a horse with his guards, when he saw several bodies lying on ground between trees. He recognised leather armours of Quoa´s patrol...
"So that is their "blood feud" to trees, or whatever?" he said with disgustement. "Kira, take your squad and bury them somewhere... I can take care of myself alone."
So great part of riders departed to bury the slayed patrol... and Ioran continued accompanied only with two mages. Even that they got to pass between the trees slowly as it wasnt their native terrain, soon they reached "barbarians" camp...
He stopped in front of one of the tents (?).
"Im here, Ioran, leader of Quoa and servant of Paerai! Where is your leader? Ive came to pay his "blood feud"! " He said in a bit commanding voice, waiting for any reply.
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Post by altria on Apr 29, 2008 12:00:55 GMT -5
Jura Al'trias Karata bodyguard looked at the man, he looked like a sorcerer but he knew of the challenge and stepped through the Tent. He emerged sometime later with Al'tria, he boar no armour and was bare chested bearing his blade and a pair of spears with his knives sheathed at his belt.
Al'tria Drove the two spears into the ground beside him as he spoke "So you have come to pay our feud with your blood?" He smiled as he drew his blade of hardened bone and whispered to his Karata guard "If he brakes oath, kill him"
He moved forward closer to Ioran as he spoke once more "The conditions, we fight to the death. Should i win the magic users are ours, should you win my army will leave your lands in peace and my own Blade will be taken as payment for the deaths of a few" He looked questioningly at Ioran.....
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Post by Kinether on Apr 29, 2008 12:32:28 GMT -5
Ioran looked on his opponents gear... quite primitive one in his eyes. he knew that Quoa dont got good amterials for weapons too, but this? ...bones? Does this got any chance?
He jumped down the horse. "Agreed to conditions, then. What about magic, barbarian? If you even know what is it."
He nodded on one of the two sorcerers that came with him "Go to Quoa and tell the rest about this. If something goes wrong..." he stopped and turned back to Al´Tria.
"So?"
((as youre going to fight him... his stats are same as every Quoa sorcerer... using simply "Paerai´s" wand and spells))
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Post by altria on Apr 29, 2008 13:05:52 GMT -5
Al'tria smiled broadly and drew his Hura. He passed it to his Karata guard and drew his spears as he spoke "Use your magic, you will need it." As he walked toward his opponent his Hardened bone blade in his right hand, his two throwing spears in his left as he advanced swiftly never letting his eyes leave his oppponents.
As he neared he knelt into a low stance, common to the desert warriors as he readied himself for combat. He stood low inspecting his opponent briefly as he suddenly charged in his blade cutting above the ground and up in an attempt to cut his opponents throat in a single fluid motion....
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Post by Kinether on Apr 29, 2008 13:38:30 GMT -5
He blocked the strike with the wand. Quite quick start for a duel, he thought. But what he could expect from someone like this one. There werent many chances to fight in Quoa latly, but he didnt lose anything from his reflexes. Or he hoped so.
Ioran pushed aside Al´Trias blade from his block and swinged by his own weapon to hit him into chest by wand´s second end.
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Post by altria on Apr 29, 2008 13:47:16 GMT -5
Al'tria took a step back looking questioningly at the wand, what kind of person uses a stick in a dual? He quickly got himself back into a fighting stance ready to strike again and dropped a spear to the floor holding the other to strike if needed.
He studied his opponent he had always been taught never to show his opponent his intentions and with a sudden move of his spear toward the Sorcerers chest....he fainted and swung his blade in an arc hoping again to draw blood from the throat....
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Post by Kinether on Apr 29, 2008 14:14:03 GMT -5
With another strike coming, he quickly stepped back and with sudden impulse rose hands against Al´Tria. His enemy´s weapons stopped in the air, held back by invisible power...
He leaned against the attack by hands, as Al´Trias pressure on them was slowly pushing him back.
"Come on, show something better!" he shouted and pushed Al´Tria back with full force to make him fall on back "Or should i start with the real fight?"
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Post by altria on Apr 29, 2008 14:29:47 GMT -5
Al'tria swiftly with the movement of the wind leaped to his feet throwing his spear toward the sorcerer saying "I do not rely on tricks fool!"
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Post by altria on Apr 29, 2008 15:50:47 GMT -5
As the spear flew cleanly through the air the point gleaming slightly as time seemed to slow for Ioran. Within moments of the shaft leaving Al'trias fingers it plunged through the chest of the human sorcerer and exited through his back. Darkened blood poured from the fatal wound as he went pale and collapsed to the floor.
Al'tria simply stood and walked to the dying man, he cut his throat cleanly with his blade a pool of blood emerging from the corpse. He looked back to his Karata guard and caught the Hura. He announced "He is dead, get me 20 of the best men to retrieve the prize!"
With that he marched with his men back to the plains still bare chested his eyes gleaming with the thought of victory!
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