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Muninn

Muninn

Member Since 27 May 2013
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#1771196 [IC] Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Posted by Muninn on 01 November 2016 - 01:49 AM

Narinogoril

 

I exhaled in a vexing tone as I lifted myself off of the ground, moving slowly as to avoid another rebuttal from the Man-Beasts. "Let!" I thought loudly. "LET!" I tried again. The infernal bickering of the axe was deposited directly into my head, there was no reason why I could not do the same. Let wasn't responding. I doubt that the "soul-bond" between could be so easily severed, even if the cretin intended to make good on his proposition of deserting me. It looked like Let had found a new, novel way to agitate me. Now Let refused to speak at all. Attempting to disguise my aggravation I rolled my shoulders and flexed my neck, darting glances back and forth at those surrounding me. It became obvious that I wasn't hiding much of anything well at all.

 

"Aslani? How should I know what that is...?" I said, before taking a quick moment to reconsider my speech. I don't remember much of myself, but groveling wasn't something I do or ever did, at the same time dying out of arrogance wasn't something I was into either. I breathing heavily in frustration of not being able to adequately rely any information at all. "I wanted a pelt and food, and I don't know anything else", I said patting the snow off my shoulders and back. The chill piercing my skin. Somehow my statement sounded almost like a demand even to myself. Digging my heels into the white matter I spoke some more, straining to sound at least a little regretful. "I didn't know you weren't just a pack of wolves, I wouldn't have tried to skin you if I knew you could speak." I said shrugging, a funnel of white air escaping my lips and into the heavens above.

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#1769570 [RP] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 18 October 2016 - 08:56 PM

Geraint 

Red Team

 

"Argh!.." Geraint groaned. First at his failure to mount an offensive, and then at the pain that shot through his chest, past his lungs, and up his spine. It felt like an arc of fire and ice had just spiked through his torso in the shape of the gash and blew out his back, still able to feel it as it cleaved the air behind him. Geraint regained his balance almost three feet from behind were he was initially struck. Whether from the force of his opponent's blow or him stumbling backwards he did not know. Geraint grabbed his chest and wheezed for a moment, "Ah... Damn!". He was rebuked entirely. Even Deirdre's magic had no to little affect, even with the square angle it hit Gaston on. Feeling the blood seep from his wound Geraint began to realize that this was a serious wound he received, Gaston nearly caved his chest in with a single swing while handling three people at once. Gaston wasn't just large, he was outright deadly.

 

Righting himself, Geraint regained his posture and held his blade up again. It'd be nice if he could do something else other than swing a sword, Geraint thought to himself. But alas, it was really all he knew. There wasn't much hope of awakening a new talent here and now. Geraint steadied his breathing and thought to himself "When it gets hard and your back is to the wall(literally), you just mosey on through it" he thought to himself. Stepping forward Geraint lunged at Gaston. He brought his blade up high as to slash downwards, but the blade did not fall. Geraint brought down all his weight and strength onto the butt of his sword, the pommel! Geraint intended to bash Gaston's face in while his companion seized the initiative.

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#1769550 [OOC] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 18 October 2016 - 03:45 PM

Sorry, got home last night and went right to sleep. Will actually post soon. It sucks that Geraint only knows how to hit things with other metal things, but what is he to do about it? Gotta just keep on fighting.


#1769263 [OOC] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 17 October 2016 - 12:28 AM

Will post tomorrow. I tend to forget about this place for a few days at a time.




#1765063 [RP] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 17 September 2016 - 04:38 PM

Geraint 

Red Team

 

Geraint was turning to assist Faye when the stench hit him like a rushing bull. Geraint turning to face the source of the foul odor and flinched in disgust at first glance. "Ugh,,," was the only response Geraint could muster. "Were they keeping a cave troll?" Geraint, only half serious. The look of disgust was plain on his face and in his tone. Once Geraint accepted the groteque visage of Gaston, he felt a shiver run up his back like a snake coiling around a branch and towards a nest of eggs. This monster of a man was quite terrorfiying. Geraint felt that he needed to act now or he would involuntarily resign to his fears. Hoisting up his large blade Geraint restored his intense focus, imagining his arms outreaching into every defensive posture possible to deflect any and all attacks. That is how he did it, afterall, he visualize himself deflecting everything from every angle. In response to Deirdre's request, Geraint charged forward with a holler, confronting Gaston his all his might and focus. 

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#1761739 [RP] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 22 August 2016 - 09:16 PM

Geraint 

Red Team

 

Geraint exhaled steadily as he brought his sword close to his chest in a classic form that had his hands close to the right of his chest and blade pointed upward. With the release of breathe went his intense focus back into its cage, locked away for later. Geraint felt the mental strain building up and decided to hold off on fatiguing himself so readily. Geraint, however, was not done. Pivoting right he angled himself towards the back of Deidre's opponent. Geraint slide his left hand along the flat of his sword and brought it to his chest as he charged. Geraint sprung forward, attempting to smash into the Bandit with the flat of his blade like a battering ram, forcing the man to take Deidre's strike, without the risk of cleaving through the bandit and into Deidre by mistake.

 

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#1759959 [IC] Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Posted by Muninn on 04 August 2016 - 09:40 PM

Narinogoril

 

Picking myself up from the lofty, white flakes that covered the earth I rolled my eyes shut and grimaced, "Shut it!" Let would not stop it's incessant bickering, even after I had risen to it's voice. I groaned deeply as I pressed my palms to my stomach, watching the white fumes of breathe leave my mouth like pillars of smoke. I was hungry. The cold wasn't too bad, but cloth and fur would do nicely. I tilted my head back and to the side, spying the six wolves. Fur would have to do. I would only need one, but I doubt the others would let their pack mate go so willing. Turning around I reaching for Let who stood ever so still, Axe blade embedded in the earth. I felt like ignoring Let's pleas, punishment for waking me so rudely. But I wasn't one to cut my own nose off to spite my face. "Time to feast, Let" I beckoned, sure to please.

 

Hoisting Let into the air and over my shoulder I began to walk towards the unaware dire wolves. My gait soon changing into a charge as I leap into the air with a martial yell, Axe overhead. Coming down on the first wolf I began swing preemptively, going into a fit of wild swings as I collided with it. This was sure to be a riot.

 

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#1759808 [Concept / Interest Check] Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Posted by Muninn on 03 August 2016 - 12:38 PM

The horned "heros" will reign supreme.


#1759759 [Concept / Interest Check] Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Posted by Muninn on 03 August 2016 - 01:43 AM

Only for my character, you can give one if that was your intent.

 

WIP.
 
 

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#1759281 [Concept / Interest Check] Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Posted by Muninn on 31 July 2016 - 06:05 AM

Still Accepting?

 

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I drink in the air pouring down the worn stone steps, the moonlight gazing downwards at me through the opening of the passage. It is brisk and hides nothing. Earth, grass, and moisture are very palatable, especially after being submerged in the dark, mildew tainted environmens that I was leaving behind. With each step I felt the moss and stray roots of dead plants that penetrated the once flawless stone that made the entirety of my prison. I could not clearly see the composition of the stone. Further below the darkness was almost thick enough that I had to wade through it, but so close to the end of my imprisonment I could not bear to look down and admire it. The moon shined like the sun if it wear unfiltered by ozone. It was nearly offensive. Yet here I was, renounce captivity for good. The searing of my pupils was a worry far from my mind. Breaching the threshold I recognized the fourth scent wafting through the air. Laid out before me was a large, circular area. Built from large, individual stone blocks, presumably the same stone from my previous dwelling. It was unimpressive, a common collection of minerals and elements. The round walls were many meters high. I could not guess accurately, but maybe ten. Probably more. I could tell that the ground was moist through I had not yet stepped onto it. Fertile too, though I had not farmed it. It just had that look about it. It looked like it would give a satisfying squish when stepped on, without being messy like mud. Grass grew on the outskirts, along side the walls as well as through the cracks. Fireflies floated through the air in small gatherings. like vague pillars of lights. The humming of insects and croaking of frogs orchestrated softly. While there where no direct indications in my immediately surrounds it was obvious that I was surrounded by a wetlands of some kind. Looking directly ahead I saw another passage, much like the one I came from.  Roots from a tree a above it and a distance behind it sat on top of the passage like a crown. It was only then that I gauged the diameter of the stone circle that enclosed me, at least 50 meters. This enclosure was odd. It served no apparent purpose. Like a courtyard for the sake of a courtyard. Was that the idea, to give a break between wandering down deep, dark passages? Was that all that existed through the other doorway. Another dose of blackness and mildew?

 

After pondering for several moments I spied something in the middle of the courtyard sticking up, out of the ground. It looked to be the tip of something. A smooth object, made from bone or wood. I could like see an arm's length of it, but it definitely registered as something I would recognize if I could remember. I immediately stepped out onto the ground. A pleasant, barely audible squish proving my earlier assumption right. Suddenly, I remembered. The fourth taste, rot. I was given not a second to hesitate as something swooped in from above too fast to visibly identify beyond movement. Definite movement. I rolled my chin to my chest and hunched over. a sharp pain glancing my the top of my back where my head and neck just were. Catching myself as I landed on my right knee I looked up. Nothing. There was nothing flying above me now. It simply vanished. Truth be told, I don't know how I reacted in the first place. It was less than a blur, but from an exchange that lasted milliseconds I could tell it was sizable.Bigger than me easily. Suddnely, I heard creaking coming from above the parallel passageway, the one crowned with roots from a tree. Looking ahead I saw my attacker. A Dragonfly. It was huge. Easily five my me long, and about one of me in height. It brushed its front legs over it's mandibles and made a low gurgling sound. I imagine that it was frustrated that it had not beheaded me in one go. Noticing me noticing it, it perked up and repositioned. It was poised and ready for a second go. It wings fluttered, I readied myself and it was gone. I didn't even see it, not really. But some visual cue told me were it left. Right. My right and it's left. Sliding down and onto my stomach I felt a gust of wind against my back. It missed again. This time perching itself on the wall it gurgled louder, as though to scream in anger. It's movement pattern became just a little more clear to me. It could accelerate horizontally almost as fast as it could back and forth. That is how it slipped from my vision the first time. I was not expecting it to move so fast in such an awkward way considering it's positioning. Looking ahead I was beckoned to the object a second time. I felt that I needed it. 

 

 

Weapon: Large, two handed ax




#1759265 [RP] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 31 July 2016 - 01:48 AM

Geraint 

Red Team

 

Geraint weaved left as the bandits thrust missed Geraint's rib cage by comfortable margin. Deirdre's magic would have surprised Geraint were he not so focused on his target. He could not see Faye's encounter, but felt that it was going well due to Deirdre's demeanor. Geraint felt a boon of confidence fall over him, his blade feeling easier to handle, if only for this moment he entered deeper into a state of relaxed focus. Geraint did not strain as he shifted his downward facing blade, rolling it to vertically align the edge with his body perfectly. Geraint's movements flowed into eachother, He weaved left to dodge the thrust then switched his stance and grasp on his weapon as the Bandit recovered from his failed attempt to skewer Geraint. Geraint stepped forward with his right foot, resulting in his lowered blade being positioned right between the bandit's leg. Geraint lifted with his arms and pushed back with his right leg as he turned his torso almost 180 degrees and onto his left leg, attempting to bisect the bandit groin to crown.

 

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#1758579 [OOC] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 23 July 2016 - 04:13 PM

Lets get it started.




#1758578 [RP] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 23 July 2016 - 04:12 PM

Geraint 

Red Team

 

Geraint felt both at ease and anxious about the turn of  events. With two of the bandits inside the cave leaving, the odds were practically even now. It was a one-one scenario, and Geraint felt that his team and he had the advantage. At the same time, he worried for the ones left outside. Two men  were outnumbered by the four he knew were out there, and there were probably more. It seemed that Deirdre felt it best to stay the course and seize opportunity, her decision helped Geraint put doubt from his mind for the time and focus on the singular task at hand. They would have to come to their aid after the three bandits in front of  them were handled..

 

Heading the small, sneaking party Geraint moved as carefully as he could on the right cave wall, right hand on the hilt of his sword ready to draw at a moments notice. Geraint inhaled through his nose and out his mouth to regulate and quiet his breathing. Halting just before he felt that he would lead the group too close to stay hidden, Geraint pondered on how to make the approach. Turning back to Deirdre, he whispered "I'll go first, cut left entirely... They'll turn left to greet me, hit them then." The idea was that Deirdre and Faye could attack almost unnoticed if they were focused on him. Geraint closed his eyes for a moment and focused his mind and breathing. He needed to attack quickly and prepare to recieve. After one slow inhale and exhale. Geraint drew his sword and darted to the left wall then straight. His first target was the left most bandit, Geraint lifted his blade over his shoulder mid-stride, minding the cave walls, and brought it down on his adversary.

 

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#1758093 [OOC] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 18 July 2016 - 04:45 PM

Yeah, this is definitely the time to sneak as close as possible and rush them. Kill the three quickly thenough follow up behind the backup.


#1755272 [OOC] Edge of Destiny

Posted by Muninn on 26 June 2016 - 05:33 PM

Short post is short. A little sick and a little uninspired, but wanted tot push us forward. Sorry about the late post, the slowness of the RP makes me forget about it sometimes.