05-18-2012, 02:12 PM
(( Drawbacks inside. ))
The moon's glow shined over Mulgore through the darkness of the cold night, the sounds of nearby crickets and the wind was all that could be heard around the mountains around the edge of the land. A small cottage, hand-crafted out of the most basic resources stood strong on a flat area in the Mulgore mountains, well out of sight and a stone's throw from the barrens.
Sherai lay atop a hand-crafted bed inside the home, resting peacefully on her side, one armed draped over a blonde man that lay beside her, having his arms under and around the woman in return. They were both at peace, to say the least, having turned in after a long day for some well deserved rest, or at least that's what they hoped to achieve. Beside the bed rested a large tiger, sleeping peacefully as well in a large, padded and open box, being a make-shift bed for the beast.
It all seemed too perfect, until a noise was heard in the distance. Footsteps, a lot of them. An assorted group of humans, goblins and an ogre approached the small cottage, talking among them about a slave of some sort. The initial noise didn't wake the sleeping couple, until a loud slam, followed by wood cracking resonated throughout the small home. Sherai's eyes burst open, and without hesitation, the woman leaped off the bed to grab her nearby axe, quiver and bow. The woman wasn't the only one to wake, as did the man that was with her, and the large beast beside the bed.
The group burst into the home, all with weapons drawn. Guns, swords and large maces. The goblin leading the group approached the bedroom, only to be greeted by the trio. "Hello, elves." He exclaimed in a mocking tone. "You're prisoners now. Come with us peacefully, or we'll do so-" The Goblin was cut off from a nearby human exclaiming loudly; "OR WE'LL SLIT YA' THROAT!"
For a moment, it seemed everyone paused to mentally facepalm at the interruption from the human, but the scenario quickly took a turn for the worst. Without questioning, Sherai pulled her bow back, launching an arrow that flew true and stabbed through the human's chest, the same one that interrupted the Goblin.
And so, the battle began. Being in such a small area, outnumbered and outgunned, it came to the inevitable outcome that someone had to die. A casualty on the large group's side, and two from the trio. Sherai and her tiger fell to the ground, beaten and injured heavily as they slowly began to bleed out onto the wooden floor of the home. The man, however, was captured and taken by the group, leaving as soon as the battle came to a halt with amused laughter.
Spoiler:
Killer: A group of nameless NPC's, looking for slaves.
Killed: Sherai Duskstep.
Resurrector: Darun Clatterhoof.
Short term effects: Extreme soreness in all of her body. Inability to walk. Flashbacks of the event. Bruises from the neck down.
Long term effects: Hatred to Goblins, humans and ogres. Broken right leg, and left shoulder. Heavy depression. Generally reduced physical abilities.
Permanent effects: Scars across her stomach, back, right thigh and a long, straight one across her left shoulder, going down her back. Weakened limbs (The broken ones. Prone to being broken again quite easily). Even more pale than before, due to lack of blood. Traumatized of Mulgore. Easily enraged by Ogres, Goblins and Humans. Fear of guns.
Killed: Sherai Duskstep.
Resurrector: Darun Clatterhoof.
Short term effects: Extreme soreness in all of her body. Inability to walk. Flashbacks of the event. Bruises from the neck down.
Long term effects: Hatred to Goblins, humans and ogres. Broken right leg, and left shoulder. Heavy depression. Generally reduced physical abilities.
Permanent effects: Scars across her stomach, back, right thigh and a long, straight one across her left shoulder, going down her back. Weakened limbs (The broken ones. Prone to being broken again quite easily). Even more pale than before, due to lack of blood. Traumatized of Mulgore. Easily enraged by Ogres, Goblins and Humans. Fear of guns.
The moon's glow shined over Mulgore through the darkness of the cold night, the sounds of nearby crickets and the wind was all that could be heard around the mountains around the edge of the land. A small cottage, hand-crafted out of the most basic resources stood strong on a flat area in the Mulgore mountains, well out of sight and a stone's throw from the barrens.
Sherai lay atop a hand-crafted bed inside the home, resting peacefully on her side, one armed draped over a blonde man that lay beside her, having his arms under and around the woman in return. They were both at peace, to say the least, having turned in after a long day for some well deserved rest, or at least that's what they hoped to achieve. Beside the bed rested a large tiger, sleeping peacefully as well in a large, padded and open box, being a make-shift bed for the beast.
It all seemed too perfect, until a noise was heard in the distance. Footsteps, a lot of them. An assorted group of humans, goblins and an ogre approached the small cottage, talking among them about a slave of some sort. The initial noise didn't wake the sleeping couple, until a loud slam, followed by wood cracking resonated throughout the small home. Sherai's eyes burst open, and without hesitation, the woman leaped off the bed to grab her nearby axe, quiver and bow. The woman wasn't the only one to wake, as did the man that was with her, and the large beast beside the bed.
The group burst into the home, all with weapons drawn. Guns, swords and large maces. The goblin leading the group approached the bedroom, only to be greeted by the trio. "Hello, elves." He exclaimed in a mocking tone. "You're prisoners now. Come with us peacefully, or we'll do so-" The Goblin was cut off from a nearby human exclaiming loudly; "OR WE'LL SLIT YA' THROAT!"
For a moment, it seemed everyone paused to mentally facepalm at the interruption from the human, but the scenario quickly took a turn for the worst. Without questioning, Sherai pulled her bow back, launching an arrow that flew true and stabbed through the human's chest, the same one that interrupted the Goblin.
And so, the battle began. Being in such a small area, outnumbered and outgunned, it came to the inevitable outcome that someone had to die. A casualty on the large group's side, and two from the trio. Sherai and her tiger fell to the ground, beaten and injured heavily as they slowly began to bleed out onto the wooden floor of the home. The man, however, was captured and taken by the group, leaving as soon as the battle came to a halt with amused laughter.