The continued adventures of not Vikings
03-31-2018, 12:14 AM
Practically throwing the peasants off of him Robillard summons a surge of strength and hulks over the still kneeling Lich. Mouth agape in utter amazement the display of ray strength the Lich simply stairs up at Rob and starts laughing like a madman. Not even attempting to dodge Robillards swing the Lich is bisected by the Rising Dawn and the two profusely bleeding halves fall over. With arrow still sticking out of his faceplate, Robillard makes for a clear and gruesome sight to those coming up on the ramparts where Leewan watches with satisfaction at the carnage wrought by his brother.
As Robillard stands victorious over his foes the still living peasants stare in horror at the giant armoured figure that just cleaved their leader in twain. All at once, the peasants begin running for safety from Robillard and the archer fire from the walls.
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The old man looks at Thistle poking out from behind Gwain and says with a warm smile "I am the Cultivator of this territory. You may call me Kuklov, young lady."
Turning his attention back to Gwain, the old man steps aside from the door such that enough space exists to pass and says "Lost in a one way path are you? Come in and perhaps I can help you find what you seek. I wouldn't worry about the fighting above. Just another territorial dispute breaking down the walls I spent my youth repairing."
As Robillard stands victorious over his foes the still living peasants stare in horror at the giant armoured figure that just cleaved their leader in twain. All at once, the peasants begin running for safety from Robillard and the archer fire from the walls.
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The old man looks at Thistle poking out from behind Gwain and says with a warm smile "I am the Cultivator of this territory. You may call me Kuklov, young lady."
Turning his attention back to Gwain, the old man steps aside from the door such that enough space exists to pass and says "Lost in a one way path are you? Come in and perhaps I can help you find what you seek. I wouldn't worry about the fighting above. Just another territorial dispute breaking down the walls I spent my youth repairing."
