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Post by ThreeDawg on Jul 22, 2015 12:02:52 GMT -5
The dirt's cold.
That's all she could think, while exhaustion from the hard work of the trench and the adrenalin of the attack left her body heavy and lax. She watched with hazed eyes as the Dawnguard tore arrows from their wounded friend, and his screams filled her ears. She watched as one of them looked at her, and shouted. She looked angry. Why was she so angry? Instinctively she rose, the exact words of her first command were lost to her. But she knew better than to lie in the snow when she was being shouted at. She held out a vial, some sickly looking potion. She looked to Kerick, who himself was on all fours as a Dawnguard stood over his body and gripped the arrow in his back. Would this potion save him?
She snapped back as the Dawnguard shouted at her again, and thrust the potion into her hands. She ran off, and Sig watched in disbelief as she went away. An arrow thudded to the ground not far from her. Can she be trusted? Of course she could, if she could be trusted to bring the Dawnguard back to the Fort instead of running for the hills - as any sane Nord would've - she could be trusted with a damned potion... Right? Kerick screamed.
She rushed over to him, as the Dawnguard threw the broken arrow aside. Sig knelt by him and put the potion to his lips, "Drink, drink..." she urged, and Kerick suckled the thick liquid like a young lamb. He coughed, but Sig held her the potion until it had all gone down. He coughed again, and collapsed into the dirt. The Dawnguard had left him already, but colour had returned to his face that the Nord hadn't had since he fell upon his shovel. She looked to the walls, as a Dawnguard fell to the ground with a heavy thud, and saw what looked to be Forsworn battling upon the ramparts. If the Dawnguard lost this battle - she'd be dead. Kerick would be dead. "You sit this one out..." she said absently, patting the wounded Nord on the back. She had to do something to help... For her own good if anything.
She ran over to the Dawnguard who had fallen from the walls, she knelt next to him and turned him over. His eyes were open, a broken arrow shaft in his upper chest. It had penetrated his neck line, he was dead. He still held an axe in his hands, he had gone down fighting. Gently she peeled the fingers from the weapon's haft, and hefted it herself. It wasn't bad, and it glinted with a light that seemed to radiate inside. The symbol of the Dawnguard was etched into the sharp blade. It'll do. She didn't have time to get out of her rags, and the man's armour wouldn't fit her anyway - so with little but the rags on her back and the axe in her hands she ran for the walls, scaled the stairs, and flung herself at the nearest Forsworn.
The antlered male was pressing an assault against a Dawnguard. Somehow he had managed to scale the ladders before the Dawnguard had secured the ladders. He swung his bone axe with ferocity that the Dawnguard seemed not to expect, the heavy blows pushing the shield-wielding Dawnguard further back towards the edge of the wall. Sig pounced, her axe raised high, and landed heavily upon the Forsworn's back. The Dawnguard axe buried deep into his shoulder, and he fell hard onto the flooring. With a sickening slurp, and a scream from the Reachman's lips, Sig wrenched the axe from his shoulder. The Axe seemed to glow bright for a moment, but the effect it had on the Reachman's body seemed to be minimal. What use was this magic if it harmed none? So she had the steel do the harm for her, and with a triumphant yell she dropped the axe into the back of the Reachman's neck.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Jul 24, 2015 23:47:08 GMT -5
Edric had not responded to Runa's bravado, apparently too intent on his business. Load. Loose. Load. Loose. 'Sergeant Lutebutt' was picked by Carlin to assist in matters for a reason, and it was showing here. "Keep firing. No heroics. Don't go for the heads. Chest or leg shots. Disable or slow them down." He ordered coolly, the voice no longer in a sing-song. Internally, he was terrified. His heart was thumping against his chest, and he shifted his helmet around just in time to see the ladder slam against the wall. With a startled oath, he raised up his crossbow to let loose at the man point blank, knowing the force of the bolt would throw him off.
Then, that idiot Reyner decided to become a hero. The fool lunged forward with his spear, managing to knock loose the ladder from the wall...and also take him down below the wall. Edric let out -another- oath at that. Nearby, the bandit who had entered the fort was entering some sort of bloodlust, cleaving the head of a Forsworn from its shoulders.
He looked around, desperately trying to think of something to do that would be able to help the fallen Reyner. "Oh damn it!" He growled, resting his crossbow against the wall. "Damn it damn it dammit!" He scooped the crossbow up again, loading it. "Cover the new recruit! Soggy! Get yourself back up here!"
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Sig would soon find herself face to face with the 'Wild man' himself. Carlin had just hacked through a Forsworn warrior, and coolly pushed him off the wall. He turned to face her, and without missing a step stabbed another Forsworn who had got on the wall behind her, and was attempting to gain vengeance for the friend she had killed. "HOLD TOGETHER DAWNGUARD! HOLD!" With that, he knelt next to the ladder close to him, and rammed his fingers in between the stone and the hook, ignoring how the barbed edges of it dug into his fingers and caused blood to spurt.
The commander of the Dawnguard growled, low in his squat. He then moved to stand in one swift motion, pushing the ladder (and two Forsworn) off the wall as he did. It crashed into the snow with a thud, and a few of the Forsworn warriors closet attempted to get it back up again, though they were swiftly cut down by surviving crossbowmen.
He then turned to Sig again, and pointed to the right side of the wall where Runa, Fenrik, and Edric had been. "Go give the right wall some assistance if you're going to continue to stay and fight."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 27, 2015 4:24:48 GMT -5
Fenrik saw one of the other recruits fall over the wall. It seemed to be the same one that fell into the muddy puddle getting off the carriage earlier in the day. This man must have horrible luck. Fenrik spent the last bolt in his pouch, and jumped down off the wall, heading for his axe. Fenrik was rushed by a single Forsworn, a young man, no older than himself, but he was not thinking, he was rushing directly at a much larger opponent, a calmer opponent. The Forsworn raised his crude axe over his head, and went to bring it down. Fenrik moved to the side, and the axe simply went through the air. Fenrik grabbed the man's arm, locking it in place. Stupidly, the Forsworn attempted to wriggle his axe arm free from Fenrik, all Fenrik did was punch the man in the cheek, sending teeth and blood flying onto the ground.
Fenrik picked up the fallen Forsworn's axe, and held it until he reached his battleaxe. He heard a war cry coming towards him, Fenrik instinctively turned and threw the axe at the Forsworn, impaling in his chest. Fenrik picked up his battleaxe, and cracked his neck. Fenrik walked towards two Forsworn that had overwhelmed a single Dawnguard, cowardly tactics, these Forsworn used. Fenrik calmly raised his axe above his head, and the one closest to Fenrik turned towards him, and then the axe fell. It carved his head in half, and was stopped in his chest. Fenrik pulled it out with little effort towards one side, and used the momentum to turn and hit the second Forsworn, cutting him in half through the stomach area.
Fenrik picked up another pouch of bolts, and bounded back towards the walls. When he got back, one of the bandits was there helping them. He felt reassured that some of the bandits would help the Dawnguard in a time of need. He reloaded his crossbow, and fired at the Forsworn that were still outside of the Fort.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 27, 2015 14:57:54 GMT -5
*Click-Fwoosh* "GAAAHHHH!" Another well-aimed shot to the chest sent one of the Forsworn ladder carriers crashing into the snow, tripping up the fellows behind him. It didn't stop them, but it bought a few precious seconds as they were forced to navigate the new obstacle, seconds which could be used to drop the rest of them. As Runa continued to fight, she couldn't help the wild grin on her lips, her expression oblivious to her thundering heart and sweat of fear pouring down her head. Soggy's question about how many there were got one of her trademark, not-quite-humorous laughs out of her as she loaded up another arrow. "Not nearly enough!" she boasted 'eagerly,' taking aim once more. Of course, in her head, her answer was the polar opposite: too many.
And from there things only got worse. As she wounded, but failed to drop, a Forsworn with a shot in his side, she heard the tell-tale clank of a ladder coming up... and she was in the middle of reloading. Thankfully, before she could get too worried, Edric and Soggy managed to knock the ladder down. Less pleasantly, Soggy McThunderNuts, either through intent or misfortune (she was thinking intent), took a ride with it and went tumbling to the ground. "Shor's balls!" she swore violently as she ran for the wall. She was quick to join in trying to cover Soggy along with Edric, and while the bard was quicker on the orders (because of course a bard would be quicker to speak), she was already on his train of thought as she took aim, pegging one in the neck as he raised an axe to attack the ballsy imperial. As she racked the goats foot and loaded, she shouted to him, "If you don't survive," *click, fwoosh,* shout, "I'll tell everyone about the storage room!" Cruel? Probably, but she needed to motivate him somehow. As she reloaded, she started looking around for rope... but instead had a very different thing fill her vision.
In their haste to protect the ladder rider, they had missed one of the ladders being set up. She was right on it, slinging her crossbow and pulling out her sword, letting out a wild, 'excited' shout as she sprinted up to the ladder just in time for one of the Forsworn to pop over the edge. He didn't even get a chance to shout as she swung at him. Actually he managed to block her blow by bringing his makeshift axe up... but he also had to let go of the ladder for that... and so he took a tumble into the snow below. Laughing as she grabbed her crossbow again to start shooting the guys coming up the ladder, she shouted, "Over here, Soggy!" As she did that though, she noticed a fair number of arrows starting to aim her way. Ooooooh, this was bad. Private Clover-Cohones better hurry up, otherwise she might end up sprouting narrow wooden limbs.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 28, 2015 10:41:17 GMT -5
Reyner was still ducking arrows as he clambered off the fallen ladder and foresworn and turned to look up at the wall above him with wide eyes. It was a lot higher than he expected. Giving a gulp he grabbed up his spear and used to help himself get to his feet. It was then he heard Edric call him Soggy and with a frustrated look back up at the wall he shook his spear a bit. “Will you guys quit calling me that?!” He lost all conscious thought about where he was for that moment, sighing out deeply. It was only when an arrow clipped him across his side, slicing his skin, which he snapped back into reality. Reyner gave a quiet “oomf” in response to the arrow. If he was honest it didn’t feel that bad, as he stood there. In fact from what he could tell, it looked worse than it did. Still, he could tell he was bleeding. “I hate this damn foresworn.” He muttered, realising he’d only just changed.
‘Hold your horses! I’ll get back up there!’ Reyner thought as Edric told him to get back on the walls… not that he could see a realistic way of getting back up without getting a few arrows in his back. Instead it would be better to keep his back to the wall; at least in that case he could see where the arrows were coming from. Knowing his luck, he’d probably survive, but get an arrow in his rear, and he really didn’t want that.
Soon enough Runa was on the wall above him, whilst he slid about in the snow and muck avoiding any arrow that got too close. His side had darkened now and it was beginning to sting like he’d be cut open with glass. With a grimace, he shot a look back at the wall. Suddenly there was a foresworn looming over him, and before he could do anything, Runa downed the guy. She then shouted at him about the storage room and Reyner’s eyes widened. “WHAT?! Why would you do that?!” he shouted, turning his back to her watching more foreworn charge towards him.
They were taken out with a flurry of crossbow bolts from the walls and Reyner looked for some cover. He grimaced a bit, realising there was none. If there was the Dawnguard probably cleared it, no point in allowing attackers some defence. Nonetheless, Reyner was seemingly screwed. Sooner or later he’d get hit with an arrow in a more lethal position and when that happened it’d all be over. Then Runa alerted him to a ladder that was already up on the walls and he’d be able to climb that and get back in the fort. As he looked over, already finding himself responding to the nickname Soggy, he noticed Runa get targeted with arrows. Reyner chewed on his lip hesitantly. They were firing in that direction anyway. If he climbed up it’d be certain suicide for both of them. Those on the wall might’ve noticed Reyner take up a more solid stance as he seemed to realise something. Archers were usually under armed when their range was taken away. Daggers were just about all that Foresworn seemed to be able to carry when carrying a stack of arrows and a bow. That was the theory anyway. Reyner chewed on his lip a little more before suddenly running off towards the foresworn archers. “I’m an idiot, I’m a bloody idiot, I’m such a bloody idiot” he cursed, as he ran.
The foresworn, taken by surprise by the foolhardy Reyner, barely even noticed as he lept up onto the fallen log they had been using for cover. With one powerful slash Reyner took out his first foresworn, before swishing his swear in a fluid ‘x’ motion, to take out the next. His wound stung more at the movement and probably caused him to bleed more, but he kept going, rushing through the treeline and dancing around the trees. Having taken the fight directly to the archers targeting Runa, the arrows came to a halt in that direction, soon enough he was the target. Using his targets for cover as he rushed towards them, he minimized the risk to himself, though did open himself as a target for his target. This was how Reyner was taught to fight. Not to stand around behind a wall, but to actively push forward and be aggressive. Soon enough Reyner dropped four bodies in the trees, though he expected there to be more. Panting a little, Reyner ducked down behind a tree. He knew he was going to get overwhelmed eventually if he stayed outside of the walls alone for too long. He still didn’t know how many of the foresworn there were in the trees. Arrows began to clatter against the tree he was behind. His hand reached down to his blood soaked clothes and pressed on it for a time. It really hurt now, more than he was willing to admit. Gritting his teeth, he heaved his chest. Still able to see the ladder on the wall near Runa, he realised he was practically in a straight line towards it. After another peek around the tree to see a bunch of melee fighters charging towards him. “Welp, time to go~” He sang, before pushing off from the tree.
Immerging from the treeline, Reyner, being chased by about five axe wielding foresworn, raced across the open land, and when he found the ladder, he practically sprinted up it. “Shootthoseguys, shootthoseguys SHOOT THOSE GUYS!” Reyner chanted in a scream as he raced up the ladder and got on the walls. Through momentum, Reyner raced forward on the wall, and almost slipped straight off the edge. Fortunately for Reyner, he managed to kick himself backwards, landing with a heavy thud on the floor besides Runa. Still clinging to his spear, Reyner looked up at the nord. “Did… did you guys get them?”
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Post by ThreeDawg on Jul 31, 2015 18:54:55 GMT -5
Sig cringed as she felt the woods of air behind her. She turned to face the Forsworn with a snarl, but her expression was shocked into pallor as he fell limp from a single blow and pushed casually to the ground below. Where he stood was a beastly, intimidating Dawnguard. She remembered him. He was their leader, always bellowing orders here and there. This man had been her enemy for so long, he had overseen the deaths of every prisoner who had died here without batting an eye to their plight. Yet here he was, slicing apart a Forsworn who tried to kill her. She couldn't tell from the look in his eyes, if he genuinely cared for her life or just wished the Forsworn dead. But he didn't cut her down himself.
He disposed of the ladder, and turned to face her. He gave her an order, and by pure natural command alone her body insisted it follow the words to the letter. Her face broke into a scowl, but she gave him a single nod before she turned around and ran down the stairs she had come upon. It was safer to run down here than upon the walls, and she managed to witness one of the Dawnguard, a huge looking one, cut down a Forsworn that had slipped his way inside.
The wounded had been cleared from the courtyard, probably hobbling to a place where they wouldn't get hit by a stray arrow or bolt. So the path to the other wall's stairs was clear, bar the dead which had been abandoned. She bounded up them two at a time, until she was met with Dawnguard firing their crossbows into the distance. An arrow slid by her, and in her effort to dodge the whistling disaster she almost slipped straight back down the wall. Narrowly, she caught herself, and ran to cover crouched behind the wall. Axe held tightly in hand, she tried to asses their situation.
She wasn't far from a ladder, and one of the Dawnguard running up it. The speed he talked and the way he practically threw himself into the wall made her think he might need a visit to an outhouse. She scrambled towards him, and the ladder. She was useless without her bow, but at least she could be around to help if any of the Forsworn got up again. Which hopefully they wouldn't. Or to help throw off the ladder.
"Hey," she asked the Gibbering Dawnguard, ignoring his panicked state, "Don't happen to have one of those crossbows I can borrow?" She smiled, and an arrow clinked against the outside of the wall next to them.
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Post by GuardsGhost on Aug 5, 2015 17:59:29 GMT -5
A press of reinforcements arrived on the wall as the Dawnguard from the kitchens grabbed crossbows and joined the fight. The Forsworn soldiers chasing Reyner had been cut down by the precision fire of the various Dawnguard, their bodies crumpling in the snow.
The survivors from the volleys had pulled back a bit, and a cease fire order was relayed along the wall as someone pressed a crossbow into Sigs hands. It was Edric, a Dawnguard she'd perhaps recognized as the resident musician of the fort when she heard his voice. "They're pulling back for another wave more than likely, take this. Do you know who to use it?"
It was at that point one of the Dawnguard let out a battle cry, one from the throat without any words to it. It was picked up by the Dawnguard on the left wall, as Carlin tossed the head of one of the Forsworn warriors into the snow. Edric had turned his attention, watching with awe as his commander stood proudly on the wall, unsheltered from arrows. The man was staring directly into the woods, his very presence as much a challenge as the head in the snow. The Dawnguard on the walls around him were rattling their shields against the wall, or shaking their fists in the air.
It was silenced when Carlin stepped away, glancing around at them all. "You think that was it? They're going to come once more. Don't let your blood run cold yet, don't let it all out now. Save it, for when they come again you'll need all you can muster. Their best warriors will come at us this time, and if we do not drive them away- if even a handful of them make it onto the wall, this entire battle will become a blood bath for us. I know you came here to fight the blood suckers, but those bastards out there would cut out your heart and eat it if given half the chance. I don't want you to give them that chance. I want you to show them that each and every one of you could make them piss themselves and turn to drinking milk. So...LOAD!"
Edric and the Dawnguard scrambled to obey their commander figure, shouting going up and down the line as bolts were put in place.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 6, 2015 20:29:58 GMT -5
The Forsworn seemed to be retreating, Fenrik wished they would leave and not come back, but they would, for vengeance of their fallen allies. They'd be regrouping for another wave. And this time they wouldn't catch them off guard. The Dawnguard would be waiting for them, swords and crossbows out, ready to slash and impale the Forsworn.
Fenrik stood next to Edric while their Commander issued his speech. It actually inspired him, Fenrik thought to himself that Carlin was a man he could follow, a man he'd be proud to serve. Fenrik followed Edric to the wall, and grabbed another crossbow, and another quiver of bolts. He slipped one out of the pouch, and loaded it into the weapon. Should they get over the walls, Fenrik had his trusty battleaxe sitting against the wall, ready to be picked up and buried in the chest of these monstrous animals.
He saw movement in the treeline, it looked like they had regrouped and were ready to attack. Let's see them breach the walls with what was left of the Dawnguard on the defensive. They had better equipment and training, but the Forsworn had numerical superiority, which was definitely a major factor in a battle. But Fenrik was quite sure that it'd be the Dawnguard that come out on top of this battle, and that wasn't a biased opinion.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 9, 2015 16:02:58 GMT -5
Runa let out a short laugh at Soggy's whining response, though continued working as if she hadn't heard it, a constant stream of bolts flowing from her crossbow. Of course, she wasn't the only one firing, and she felt her armor tug as an arrow struck it. For a split second she expected the pain to come, but instead the arrow just tumbled harmlessly past her, having only nicked the surface. As she took cover and tried to move to an area they weren't shooting at, she let out a nervous chuckle, eyes wide at how close she'd come to being a pincushion. However, she wasn't hiding, she still had a job to do and she intended to do it. When she popped back up however, she was fully expecting to see Soggy climbing the ladder with several Forsworn at his heels. That... wasn't exactly what she saw... nope... instead he was sprinting straight into the archers. "Is he insane?!" Still, insane or no, it seemed to work, as that entire section was cut down, and in response Runa let out an excited woop. Of course, then the fellow had half the remaining wave on his ass. Popping back up, she immediately started firing in his defense, so focused that she was actually hitting more often than usual. "I am not letting the most badass rookie in the batch die on his first day," she muttered angrily, a strange grin plastered on her face.
Finally he got himself back up onto the ramparts and she shoved the ladder off behind him while the Forsworn seemed to go into a retreat. Gasping for breath and leaning over a little, she turned to Reyner with a smirk while the 'cease fire' order was given, smacking him on the shoulder with a wide grin. "Yeah, we got 'em." Letting out a heart chuckle, she offered him a hand to get up, "Gods... you'll make a girl blush with a display like that," she teased with a laugh, very obviously joking as she hauled him to his feet.
At about that moment Carlin started telling everyone to lock and load, beginning into a motivational speech to get everyone up and running. While it wasn't exactly the most uplifting thing ever, it got her blood pumping again, though to make sure she quickly drowned a little green potion and, once she shook her head, she offered one to Soggy as she stared out at the soon-to-be-continued battlefield. Gods, there were bodies everywhere, almost entirely Forsworn mind, though she also saw a few prisoners and a scattered Dawnguard troop. She didn't frown at the sight, in fact her smile only grew... and then, as the moment welled up within her, she loosed a mighty roar of, "GLORY OR SOVNGARDE!" A few of the Nord Dawnguard joined her with a ferocious shout of their own, but for the most part she was just getting herself pumped up, bouncing on her toes and moving from side to side as she awaited the battle to begin, knowing in her heart of hearts that this would be a victory, even if she finally went to join her brothers. In the midst of her psyching herself up, she turned to her newfound companion and said with a grin, "So, Soggy McDaedraWrath, what's your real name? Ready to get into the real fun?"
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Post by Zelus on Aug 9, 2015 16:58:58 GMT -5
Giving the strange prisoner girl a look of utter confusion, Reyner spoke in stutters. “I uh… what?” He cocked his head a bit to the side, whilst he held onto his pained and bloody side. Why was she asking him, did he LOOK like he had a crossbow on him. He was now holding onto this spear with one hand, and his side in the other. He put pressure on his wound as foresworn blood trickled down the pole and over his fingers. “I… don’t… uh, maybe one of these other guys have one.” He muttered looking lazily around. He wasn’t really looking for a crossbow; he just wanted to avoid the awkwardness. In addition, he was in pain, though his face didn’t really allude to that.
As reinforcements came from the kitchens, Reyner breathed a sigh of relief and slowly he slid down to the stone floor of the ramparts. He told himself he just needed a moment of rest. The Foresworn who had followed him were swiftly shot down and Runa soon removed the threat of the ladder by giving it a quick shove. It seemed he was safe for the time being.
When the call for a ceasefire found its way along the wall, Reyner breathed a sigh of relief. Thank the nine for that. By now his hand was caked in his own blood, but he didn’t want to make a fuss and neither did he want to risk bleeding more by having unnecessary movements.
Sig’s request for a crossbow was swiftly answered, as Reyner noticed Edric shove a crossbow in her hand. Well at least he hadn’t shoved one into his hand. Reyner had no bloody idea how to operate one.
“What the bloody hell…?” Reyner asked quickly, turning to look down the wall towards a battle cry. Now that was a sound he knew he’d hear at some point. The Nord were pretty infamous for it. Reyner gave a small chuckle. At least some rumours he’d heard were accurate. Reyner had no idea what was going on though as he was on his ass, and all he could do was look through a sea of legs. Still he could hear the banging if shields and the sound of triumphant boast. Reyner gave the sound a snicker.
It was about the same time when Runa took a moment to lean over to him. “I… Uh… I.” Reyner stammered. He probably would’ve wringed his hands had they have been free. Instead he leaned his spear against the wall and took her hand. With a bit of difficulty, Reyner managed to get himself to his feet with Runa’s assistance. Instantly he looked pale. “Oofth.” Reyner grimaced, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “I… Just did what I had to… Couldn’t let you get shot full of holes, I’d never hear you harass me again.”
After hearing Carlin’s speech, Reyner sighed heavily. Of course it wasn’t over. Of course he’d have to go through the assault again. Reyner took the moment of distraction to look down at his hand. It… didn’t look good. He blinked a bit wide-eyed at her as she offered him a potion and he shook his head. That wasn’t going to help him. “No thanks, I uh… won’t need it. Keep it for yourself… or give it to uh, her.” He whispered, nodding to Sig.
As Runa screamed something, Reyner became very dizzy, gently leaning back against the wall again. “Uhhh…” was about all he could muster, and then he noticed her turn to face him again. “My real name… It’s-” Reyner trailed off a bit before shaking his head to get himself to focus. “It’s uh… I uh… don’t feel so good… I think I need to… get healed.” Reyner looked down at his side, obviously so this time. His dark clothes had been made darker still, having gone from a dark blue to a dark crimson. The blood now was from his side down to his upper thigh, making the clothes cling to his hip. His hands were covered in blood too just about. Reyner began to take a few steps towards the stairs down into the courtyard before everything became fuzzy and he fell towards the ground.
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Post by ThreeDawg on Aug 18, 2015 6:07:47 GMT -5
Did she know how to use it? She'd asked for one but in reality what she held now was nothing but a lump of wood and metal. It was heavy in her hands, not light like her bow. The arrows - or well... guess they were bolts - were shorter and thicker. Like punching a fence spike where a nail would've been good enough. She put one into the contraption, pulled its foo-hickey and the bolt fell straight out onto the floor. It flung nothing but air forwards. "Damn in all to Oblivion..." She grumbled to herself, "And the really bad parts too."
There was a shout over the other side of the wall, and the Dawnguard around her seemed to relax somewhat. Then they got suddenly very loud, banging and shouting their oaths and such. Sig wasn't quite as caught up in the fervour as they were, she'd rather be focused right now than pumped - focused on getting this damn Crossbow to work. The call to load came to her, and around her the Dawnguard loaded their own crossbows, she could see how practised it all was. At least they gave her a few pointers with their display. She pulled back on the whatsitcalled and slipped the bolt she'd dropped in. Didn't fall out this time. Always a good sign something was working. She held it up - as the others did - and realised this was probably going to be about as accurate as a drunk Argonians footsteps.
She took her eyes away from the tree line for a moment to see what the others around her were doing. She noted the grumbler getting up, and how pale he had suddenly gotten. Pale even for a Nord, which as far as she could remember he wasn't. "Hey you don't look so goo-" he stumbled forwards, and Sig immediately dropped her crossbow. It clattered to the floor, the bolt slipping free. Her hand barely scratched the man's back. She could feel him slipping away, until she caught on something in his clothes, and she pulled him backwards. He fell to the ground still, but safely away from the edge of the ramparts. She dropped down, his eyes were dazed and unfocused. She looked up to the female Dawnguard, whom she remembered had handed out the vials of red gloop. "Hey! Lady! He needs some help - one of those potions or, or something!"
She looked down to the man, a large patch of blood had pooled through his front, leaving everything soggy and red. She did all she knew she could do and pressed down on the spot, the feeling of warm blood on her cold hands sent shivers across her body. She tried the trick she had performed earlier, closing her eyes and focusing on the blood beneath her hands. To an onlooker they'd glow a thin sheen of white, but it'd dissipate out far too quickly.
A sudden rush of fatigue hit her, she wasn't ready to do that spell again. Not in her own state, she didn't quite know how much she's managed to do would help, but she was certain it wouldn't be much. If he's already gone unconscious from his blood loss, she didn't quite fancy his chances up here in her hands. She'd helped patch wounds before, some nasty gory slashes from axes or swords. But she'd always had a nice "warm" cave, some "bandages" and probably most importantly - help. "We need to get him off the wall, he can't stay here if the Forsworn get back up."
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Post by GuardsGhost on Aug 25, 2015 12:21:47 GMT -5
Edric heard what the bandit was saying about soggy, and quickly slung his crossbow over his back to go assist her in moving him. "You're right, we need to work quickly. They like to finish off the wounded. Let's get him down to the courtyard, the healers should come out after this wave." He bent down to grab at Soggy, and at that moment luck decided to abandon the bard.
An arrow came flying through the air, passing over one of the others helmets and right into Edrics armor. It pierced through the padded 'gambeson' style armor, and into flesh. The bard let out a grunt from behind his helmet, grabbing at it. He stumbled around for a few moments, then fell onto the wall itself with a hissing gasp.
The Forsworn were not fairing any better. The crossbow volleys had broken their ranks again, and their bodies were falling ontop of those who had came before in the snow. Some of the smaller of the warriors began to pull back, unwilling to risk the volleys of bolts to seize the fort.
Then, a high shriek pierced the air, and from the bushes emerged a hag, a fireball spell thrown from her hand. It barely passed over the Dawnguard huddled on the walls heads. Already, another one was beginning to form in her hands. Encouraged, the Forsworn began to close the distance with renewed energy, letting out the warbling war cry of their people as they attempted to shift the siege tools back in place.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 28, 2015 23:24:47 GMT -5
Fenrik took a very deep breath, as if snatching the air in front of him. Soon after, he gave the air back. He was ready. He saw the soggy recruit began to feel the effects of his wound, it was much more severe than anyone thought. The prisoner that was helping pulled him back from the edge of the ramparts, probably saving his life. He needed healing, and soon. Edric was going to help carry him to the healers, but took an arrow himself.
The recruit was in dire need of assistance, whereas Edric could wait. Fenrik kneeled down beside the recruit, and gently wrapped his arms around the recruit's shoulder and legs, and lifted him into the air.
"Where are the healers at this current moment? I'll get one up here for you." Fenrik said to Edric.
Fenrik had no idea, he hadn't exactly been given the grand tour, and Fenrik had no time to search for them, Soggy McDaedraWrath was standing on the knife's edge between life and death at the moment.
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Post by aardvarklord on Aug 30, 2015 16:02:51 GMT -5
Runa shrugged off the man's refusal of the potion, figuring that he knew himself best and wasn't all that worried about him... until after her warcry and he looked at his side with confusion. Her gaze went there too... and she quickly realized the problem. Earlier, when she saw the blood on him, he assumed all of it was the enemy's, considering the fact that he had just cut down so many archers. She was wrong. Fortunately, as he went for the stairs she and the prisoner were quick to pull the man back before he toppled down the stairs, but it was obvious he was no longer in any shape to fight. She popped her head back up to check the situation, giving the prisoner enough time to do some healing... or at least attempt it. Now, initially she hadn't actually been aware that the prisoner knew magic, though she hadn't really had time to focus. This time Runa very clearly saw what the woman was trying to do and was expecting to give her thanks when her attempt had sputtered out. Looking over the wall briefly once more to check if the assault was continuing (at the time it wasn't), she slipped over and, with unnecessary coaching from the prisoner, she started up her own spell, setting down her crossbow to do it with both hands. Thankfully, she'd bolstered her endurance, so she was able to get pretty far towards healing the man, though she was no specialized healer so it was mostly just getting the worst of the bleeding under control. "Blast it all," she muttered as she did so, sweat pouring off her brow, "This is harder than I remember." She didn't want to use her last potion yet, not with another attack likely to come. She was kind of saving it for either herself or Carlin, and judging from just a glance at his wound she was pretty certain she'd be able to keep him from Sovngarde... or wherever Imperials went... long enough for someone else to get to him. As it was someone said they were running to get healers.
And then, as Edric came over to help her and the prisoner haul Soggy off the wall, her fellow veteran took an arrow square into the side. Looking over as she heard him grunt, she swore "Dagon's balls!" as he slumped onto the wall. Runa was on her feet immediately and quickly pulled him off, setting him down onto the ground as she fished for her last potion. She looked quickly to the arrow in his side. Crap... she didn't have the knowhow to get that thing out without tearing him apart. But... maybe... Looking over to the woman, she pulled out another potion, this one an odd cyan color, almost matching the sky, and handed it and the health potion to her. "Take these!" she snapped quickly, "Give the red one to one of them, then I'll need your help to keep Edric al--" And then she heard a familiar sound. She didn't even pause to look, she just immediately dropped to her belly, just in time for a fireball to go screeching overhead. "OH BY STENDARR! WHAT NOW?!" Popping back up and scooping up her crossbow, she looked over the wall in the vague direction of the now-advancing force, already loading a bolt and preparing to fire. After she hit one of the vanguards of the force she spotted the source of the fireball... a hag. Oooooooh that's not good. Looking down at her belt, she counted up what potions she had left. Let's see... resistance to lightning, resistance to frost, cure poison, a likely-expired magicka potion, an empty vial to denote the separation, hunting poison, hunting poison, weakness to fire, AH! There it was! Grabbing the last poison in her belt, she began applying it to a bolt, saying to the prisoner as she went, "How good are you with a crossbow?!" Runa was decent, but she didn't trust herself too much for this kind of money shot. Still, if the woman wasn't better than she was, she'd take the shot herself.
Option 1) Runa keeps her crossbow) Grinning strangely, Runa then got up, crouching behind the wall for cover and sighting in on the hag. She took a deep, breath, trying to calculate the amount of drop in her head, biting her lip as she applied a little pressure to the trigger. When she was certain she had it ready she whispered "Talos guide my shot..." then pulled the trigger, and sent the bolt flying, coated in a poison of silence and magickabane. But in the process, she takes an arrow to the left shoulder, letting out a gasp in the process.
Option 2) Runa gives the loaded crossbow to Sig) Passing it over, Runa takes back the healing potion and gives it to Edric before working at hauling him over towards the stairs, hoping that a healer (or someone) is there to help her get the two wounded men out of the line of fire. If assisted, she'll work on getting them clear of the fight and into the lower area, and even if not she'll probably do so, though very slowly.
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Post by Zelus on Aug 30, 2015 16:09:28 GMT -5
(Since Reyner went and got himself shot, and he's unconscious there isn't much for me to do this round. Skip me this turn - though if things change with Dawg's post I'll post after her)
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