A Deadly Stroll (Closed)

[Sunstrider]

Sunstrider walked into the Marketplace of Adenwar. It had been a long time since he ventured as far north as Adenwar. He was bumped into by a rather tall and skinny elf. He turned and shoved the lanky elf away from him. "Watch it, elf." He caught the eye of several other Elven folk but as he glared back at them most of them looked away again. Humans and elves have already had their share of problems.

The sword on his back was burning hot against his armor. He rolled his eyes and kept walking. Arrogant blade. He would listen to its whispers when he had the time.

He walked around the Marketplace, constantly glancing at the skinny elf that seemed to be following him around. Foolish Elf. Stay back. The dark blade hungers.

[Sunstrider]

He glances at a shabby piece of parchment hastily tacked to a heavy pole in the clearing. He read it through thrice. "They're below us."

Suddenly there was a tug at his belt followed by a shift in weight. Thief!

He spun, bringing the back of his fist to bear on the tall elf's right ear. He felt warm blood spurt onto his gauntlet before turning to the elf lying on the ground. "Give it back, Elf. This isn't a good day to die."

The elf scrambled to his feet, saying something in the gibberish of Elven tongue.

Stylas felt the presence of others behind him. The sword knew it as well as he did.
"Kill them, Sunstrider..." It reamed.

He choked back the whispers and drew his sword, holding it in front of him. "Wrong choice, Elf."

Skinny: (20HP/10MP)
4atk, 3def, 6agil, 5 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 2: (15HP/15MP)
5atk, 6def, 4 agil, 0 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 3: (15HP/15MP)
3atk, 6def, 2 agil, 4 brst
Dagger +2
Dagger +2

[Sunstrider]

One of the elves from behind charged. He leapt, drawing two curved daggers.

3 atk + 2 wpn + 2 wpn + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 19

Stylas spun, bringing the blade up to counter.

3 def + 7 armor + 3 wpn + 1 race + 5 MP + 2 BXP [dice=6] = 27

The Elf yelled in horror and pain as Stylas' blade stuck through his chest and he fell to the dirt in a heap.

Strider put his boot on the Elf's chest and pulled his sword out of it. "Who else?"
He turned.

Stylas:
30/30 HP
25/30 MP

Skinny:
20/20 HP
10/10 MP
4atk, 3def, 6agil, 5 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 2:
15/15 HP
15/15 MP
5atk, 6def, 4 agil, 0 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 3:
0/15 HP
5/15 MP
3atk, 6def, 2 agil, 4 brst
Dagger +2
Dagger +2
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[Sunstrider]

The second elf charged, stabbing his dagger straight down at him.

5 atk + 2 wpn + 15 MP + [dice=6] = 28

Stylas reacted quickly, falling back and pointing his blade straight up towards the attacker as he came down on him. Brave amature.

3 def + 7 armor + 3 wpn + 1 race + 5 MP + 2 BXP + [dice=6] = 27

The attacker's blade made it past his defences and glanced him lightly. The elf fell on him and rolled to his feet.

Resolution:
28 - 27 = 1 + 0 brst

Stylas:
29/30 HP
20/30 MP

Skinny:
20/20 HP
10/10 MP
4atk, 3def, 6agil, 5 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 2:
15/15 HP
0/15 MP
5atk, 6def, 4 agil, 0 brst
Dagger +2


"Fool." He kicked to his feet as the Skinny Thief roared, stabbing his blade at his back. The other would have to wait.

Elf: 4 atk + 2 weapon + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 21

Stylas reached back and drew the Dark Sword, blocking the rearward assault.

3 def + 7 Armor + 5 weapon + 1 race + 2 BXP + 5 MP + [dice=6] = 26

He blocked the attack and swung the heavy sword at the frontward attacker.

6 atk + 5 weapon + 1 race + 2 BXP + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 29

Elf 2 attempts to defend.

6 def + 2 weapon + 0 MP + [dice=6] = 11

Resolution:
29 - 11 = 18 + 5 burst = 23 damage

Stylas:
30/30 HP
10/30 MP

Skinny:
20/20 HP
0/10 MP
4atk, 3def, 6agil, 5 brst
Dagger +2

Elf 2:
-8/15 HP
0/15 MP
5atk, 6def, 4 agil, 0 brst
Dagger +2

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[Sunstrider]

"Kill him!"

Strider turned to the first thief. The thief, upon seeing his mark spattered with the blood of his back-up, was struck with fear, trurned and ran.

"We're not done." He said mercilessly, and threw him sword at the back of the fleeing elf.

6 atk + 3 weapon + 1 race + 10 MP + [dice=6] = 21

The blade sunk deep into the back of the Thief and he dropped to his knees, eyes wide, lungs gasping for air.

Suddenly the Zxas pierced his thin skin and petruded our his chest. His heart, stabbed through, jerked and stopped. He pulled both of his blades from the body.

"Good... Good..."

"Silence, Xzas." He reached down and picked up the bag of coins. It had roughly 50 gold inside. Enough to tempt any pickpocket. He placed it strategically back on his belt, in hopes he would be lucky again.[rand=030770650061103915480253244496098267956469512975134510273291675429]

[Sunstrider]

He walked through the market some more, until he came to a decent looking weapons shop.
He drew his Warriors Sword and placed it down on the wooden crate (A make-shift counter).
"How much for this?"

"I'll give you... 88 gold for it." More than it was worth. Maybe it was the Elven blood on the blade.

"Alright." He handed over the sword and took the Gold, adding it to the sack.

Stylas sells his Basic Sword.

He kept walking.

[Sunstrider]

He turned just as a young theif was about to make a grab for his gold. He glared down at the boy and he scurried away in fear.

"The Thief Guild is weak! You hear me, He who Mages Fear? Your Guild is pathetic! Now come out of your hiding place, you slime, or await the day when we come in after you and catch you with your tail between your legs!"

Xzas was hot on his back. He left the marketplace.
He was out the front gates by the time guards arrived at the market battle scene.
*Exits*