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[Markus Andres]

Slowly was the armour being removed from him. Piece after piece stripped off of him and weary muscles were free to expand as the tight suffocating metal places and padding was removed. The best was when the chest plate was removed along with the hauberk and padding - the now unrestricted chest could now expand as the demand for oxygen grew. Markus face involuntarily jerked when the healer cleaned the wound and washed the blood away from his face. It stung like pigshyke. But when the healer was done he could at least open his right eye albeit just a bit to look at his own chest. Right side was a colourful mess that Markus chuckled at, until the chuckling itself caused a fit of pain and he bit his teeth together and sucked in air. The healer did a great job of poking the coloured and other than an involuntary reaction of Markus pulling his body away, he seemed satisfied that it was just a contusion. Only bruised and battered skin and nerves and internal bleeding, not broken. He felt a sudden chill and spasm of pain as one of them found a red bruise and . Other than put some bandage around his head with some soft material pressing against the wound on his forehead. Apparently not deep enough for them to start stitching it shut. Razkar's surprising statement had Markus raise his brow. Who? Was he so deluded that he had given his axe a name and referred to it as a person? Different culture he supposed and would have shrugged if it wasn't for the pain in his chest. The Myrian's way of handling the axe annoyed Markus a little. Although he seemed to have stumbled before, he seemed nimble enough to still go for another round of fighting. While Markus would enjoy that some other day, for as the adrenalin faded from his system and the many weary muscles started to feel the actual weariness of the battle, Markus would much rather lie here and recover. Go to the soothing waters and relax in the water. But the grotesque looking man handed him the axe and Markus looked at the handiwork. Runes covering the hilt. Markus looked a bit closer and then his eyes went wide as he realized just what he was holding. "It is made out of bloody bone?" Markus replied as he handed it back to Razkar. With no desire to know more about that weapon. He winced again as a healer touched a vulnerable spot. He wished they would be done with their job and let his poor body alone so he might actually relax. But Razkar made their job worse when he continued to speak. For his last statement had Markus laugh a little at the choice of words. A laughter that rippled through his chest and he soon had to bite his teeth together to stop the laughter. He did notice the blood that he spat and was a bit worried. "A wall that bites back. As you perhaps noticed... your left arm surely did." The laughter was immediately stifled partly by the ongoing bruises, but also because he was a tad worried for the savage warrior. "Petching axe... But Razkar, you should get that spitting blood thing looked at at the soothing waters. Got some mighty fine healers down there. Not that these excellent lads aren't doing a good job."

[Razkar]

"It is made out of bloody bone?"

Razkar just rolled his eyes at the human's less-than-thrilled reaction to such a fine weapon. Then again, he knew the barbarians were... a little hesitant when it came to items made from dead things.

Don't know why they're so squeamish. Where do they think leather comes from?

His grousing thoughts were derailed, however, by the good-natured laugh from the Knight a moment later, and the fresh bites of pain across his body. Markus made have shirked weapons worked and fashioned with the power of wyrd, but he didn't seem to need it. The strength in his arms more than made up for it, and there he sat, bloodied and battered and grinning like he'd just finished a morning jog, not a brutal sparring session.

"A wall that bites back. As you perhaps noticed... your left arm surely did."

"You read thoughts, too?" Razkar said with a wink, taking a sack of something that stank but warmed his stomach from a squire. The mumbling healer applied more gauze to staunch his wounds, but it would take more than herb-smelling fabric to patch up that gash across his arm. "Good trick. Make shield with teeth." He chuckled lowly and raised the sack in mock salute. "Let no man say Knights do not use brains, eh?"

"Petching axe... but Razkar, you should get that spitting blood thing looked at at the Soothing Waters. Got some mighty fine healers down there. Not that these excellent lads aren't doing a good job."

Razkar thought about making some halfway-accurate quip about his people healing faster than humans, but decided against it. For one, while it was true, it just sounded arrogant to ears more attuned to their own race, for for another, well... just look at him. A sellsword's weapon and thus his trade was his body, and his was barely capable of limping. He couldn't afford to spend day after day rocking in his hammock on the Grotto, waiting impatiently for wounds to close and strength to return.

If healers are what you need, so be it.

"I have heard this." He said slowly, taking a more thoughtful slug of wine and then realizing what a mistake that was. He swilled it around and spat it out, splash barely missing a leering squire. "They have place for bathing, yes? And healers? Did not know about healers?"

Right... now, this part is going to hurt-

With a stuttering jerk and a gasp from the crowd, the Myrian rose unsteadily to his feet. That selfsame squire from before was miraculously at his side, handing over his cloak of fallen with a little more respect now, and Razkar gave him a curt nod in return.

"Thank you."

"N-No problem, Ser."

"Not calling me 'Ser'."Razkar's eyes hardened into granite for a fraction, then the mood abated and the squire breathed again. "He is Ser."

He jerked a thumb towards the grunting Markus and then turned to the man himself, smile tight and pained but still, with his twinkling eyes, a passable friendliness on a face ravaged by a lifetime of war in the hells' own garden.

"He has earned title, yes?" The Myrian leaned down again and clasped the human's hand, their grips strong, eyes meeting, one warrior to another. He nodded once and then broke contact. "Until that day... Knight of Syliras..."

All eyes watched the strange and savage figure limp from the Training Area. He did not look back, nor pause and raise his hand in some grim salute like the Myrians of the legends. Razkar did not need to; he had seen all he needed to.

And it put a smile on his face as he walked away.

[Taylani]

XP Award!

Razakar:

XP Award:

• +2 intimidation
• +5 Dual Wielding
• +4 acrobatics
• +5 tactics
• +5 unarmed combat
• +4 Endurance

Lore:

• Akalak: Deadly by themselves
• Fighting an armored foe was like wearing down a boulder with water, time and patience.
• Armor: More than just static defense, can be utilized to actively block a gladius.
• Wearing metal over flesh does not make you invincible to bruising and battering of the bones, flesh, and muscle
• Combat: Fighting an armored foe was like fighting a fabled Golem.
• Dislodging a shield from its bearer.
• Kicking an armored leg is sort of like kicking a pine tree.
• Armored Foe: Rush in close will leave you bloody in ticks.

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Markus Andres:

XP Award:

• +1 rhetoric
• +5 observation
• +5 Weapon: Bastard Sword
• +5 Weapon: Heater Shield
• +5 Tactics
• +4 endurance
• +1 unarmed combat
• +1 Deception
• +5 flux
  [*}+3 Weapon:Dagger[/list]
  
  Lore:
  
  • Razkar: Creepy as Petch
  • Confidence in Armor
  • Combat: Arms could take a battering, unlike the organs.
  • Razkar: Impossibly quick!
  • Speed and Experience is a dangerous cocktail to face.
  • Helmet: Limited vision
  • Deception: Feigning weakness to attract an attack.
  • Always have a blade up your…shield strap.

Notes:I These are comments.

Comments :

A very awesome thread. I am just now starting into testing out my combat RP ability and this thread was super informative. Thanks  As always please feel free to PM me any concerns about your grades. Don’t forget to edit/delete your grade request.

TAYLANI