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A lawless town of anarchists, built on the ruins of an ancient mining city. [Lore]
Cade looked upon his cousin a sinister grin while panting for air as his chest burned with inferno, his legs acked with surrender from the chase and his heart pumped for more bloodlust even though this was the last of them. "The gimp is not totally useless" The barbarian retorted back to his kinsmen in the myrian toungue " Good kill. Now lets take these horses back to Antar and plucked the spoils of battle" He bellowed a deep gruff laugh in victory. Once again they have commence battle and mayhem and once more live to tell the story and reap the rewards.
Cade mounted his horse a Mix breed of Eyktolian Desertbred crossed with a Kavinka Paintedmount. He held onto all the reigns tell his injured cousin could mount and then they would head back to the camp with Antar's horse in tow.
As Cade turned to run down the fleeing man, a blurb of colored movement on the far side of the wagon was the only warning he had to roll for cover by its wheel.Where his head had just been, a throwing dagger had come back at him. "Petching bastard.' Noth thought to himself. “Why was it that some people couldn't just die right and had to go and do their damnedest to make a job more difficult?" Cursing his luck he sidled towards the wagon's side and shifted his grip on the gladius, moving it towards his right hand as he peeked around the corner to see if he could spot the man only to find out the man was running for the horse!
"Shyke!" he spat and tensed his leg muscles to begin the chase. Sadly this was forestalled by a weakened hand of another wounded man, the one Cade targeted with his crossbow grabbed him weakly by the ankle.
Noth fell forwards to the ground and cursed as the man tried to pull him closer, but a swift heel to the enemy's face freed him long enough to propel himself up and towards the escaping man. The horse was tethered to a far off tree, and the injured man was struggling to mount; the blade imbedded in in right shoulder a clear hindrance to his progress. Cursing his luck, Noth sprinted the distance between them. One hand out to pull the man from the horse. The last thing he wanted to do was injure the animal , after all, it was valuable to him. A good means of profiting from this venture and as anyone would tell you, it was bad to mess with Antar's profits. The man screamed out painfully as he fell from the saddle to the ground and Noth kicked him for a good measure under the startled horse who was rearing in fright from the scent of blood and gore. It's hooves came down upon the man's skull, crushing it. The rogue scampered back as the horse pranced backwards, and when he judged the time was right he made a grab for the reins.
With the leather straps corded around his wrist, Antar slowly brought the animal to heel and moved to tie it up against another tree. With the immediate threat to his profits out of the way, Noth went to recollect his kukri, pulling it from the Crow’s corpse. It was in good condition, no damage from the stomping horse, but he figured he’d have to sharpen it again soon. Turning back towards the man lying near the wagon, the one he had just kicked to free himself he plastered a smile on his face before slowly striding towards him. On the way, Noth thought of the potential uses for keeping him alive;, perhaps even torturing him for information on the Crows, and what exactly the group had been doing in Sunberth. It would be very easy for him to tie the man up on a tree and slowly roast parts of his flesh to make him talk before the last bit of life faded from his eyes. Hell, he’d probably be able to feed Cade and Mok that way for a night.
But those thoughts vanished from his head when the dying Kessel Crow raised his head to stare banefully at Noth.
For his arrogance, Noth pushed him over to his back and set his heel into the arrow, shoving it deeper into his body. Summoning his djed to him, Antar could feel the liquid fire emanate from the center of his body towards his left arm, and slowly, as if he coveted the experience a small smile graced his lips when the Res began to form itself into a ball above his palm. The man's eyes widened a little in fear and he coughed out a bit more blood. Antar eased off pressure with his boot and motioned away from the wagon. "Crawl for your life worm, and maybe I'll be amused enough to take that bolt out of your shoulder and let you go. I'm sure the other five heads will be good enough to prove we did the job." “Petching mages.” the man said as he spat, but very weakly began to crawl. When he was far enough away from him, Noth merely shrugged and said, "You know, that reminds me, I don't really want anyone to remember that fact. I guess I'll just have to kill you after alll." The man spun around at his words, lunging towards him but another well placed kick landed the Crow hard on his back. Without any more thought to the matter, Noth ignited the ball of res, and sent it in a wash of fire towards the man, enveloping his head and chest in flame, as the skin blistered to charcoal and ash. The man's screaming became considerably annoying to his ears so he finished the bastard off with a thrust of his sword, ending his screams forever.
Hearing the sound of approaching hooves, Noth turned to spy the familiar faces of Cade and Mok approaching the camp. He waved to them both, “Alright gentlemen, I’m glad your back. It’s time to take it all and get back to camp. I hope you don’t mind taking my horse back as well as I’ll be driving the wagon.”
The next few minutes were filled with the task of breaking down the tents, gathering the weapons and throwing them into the pilfered wagon. In the back of the wagon’s bed there were several barrels filled with enough food for a long journey, and a few odds and ends, including a set of scale armor.
But nothing else major came to mind so Antar made the rounds of the bodies, severing the heads one at a time to place them in a single barrel and gathered up the now dead Crows weapons. Most of them were intact and in fair shape, easily to be used for training or otherwise, but the real prize in his mind was the horse and wagon. He’d sell the horse and keep the wagon for their own use. A means of hauling lumber and other materials later on down the line.
Looting the corpses proved a sufficient bonus in the acquisition of thirty gold mizas, and a bit of tattered, and broken sets of leather armor; he could cannibalize the materials later to make a training dummy or two. And the thirty mizas would be split between the three of them.
When the camp had been cleared of everything of value, as any good thief would have done, Noth hitched up the captured horse to the wagon and began to travel back in the direction of sunberth. Cade and Mok flanking the wagon at his heels, keeping guard and watch as Dawnstride was followed after. Soon enough, the setting sun was a welcome sight as the three of them pulled back into camp.
The food and barrels were put away and the horse was separated from the rest. It would be taken to be sold unless Canali or one of the women wanted it. Or if Killroy was un-obliging then he’d just slaughter it for the meat for the rest. The weapons even if they were only good quality common steel and leather: would be useful for training the others and himself. And he was sure Mok, or Cade might have a use for a dagger later on… The scale armor would be appreciated as well.
~Fin
Thanks for the read
Tally of Spoils Requested :
(for training threads)Weapons: 1 Whip, 1 Longsword, 1 Spear, 1 Gladius, 1 throwing dagger, 1 dagger(assassin), Armor: 1 set of scale armor- good quality, Equipment: 1 Horse, 1 Wagon
Other pillaged goods: :3 1 four man tent and two bedrolls 1 Pot, 1 pan. 3 Barrels: Assorted food items 1 Empty barrel- filled with water. 1 Empty barrel- six severed heads inside 1 Bag of oats : 30 Mizas- split evenly amongst Antar, Cade, and Mok.
Antar’s skills request :
Primary: Weapon:Longbow Stealth Weapon: Gladius Weapon: Kukri Throwing(kukri): Reimancy (minor use) Secondary: Intimidation, Tactics, anything else you see. Lores: Any you see. Specific Spoils: 10 gold mizas; Scale armor; Wagon; Horse(consider it sold if you wish); Any other spoils or weapons to craft a training grounds: (ie. All the weapons etc, just make them go noth’s way they’re for a thread for building a few training dummies and practicing , though mok wants the assassin’s dagger . Thanks : )
Cade’s skills request :
Primary: Weapon:LongSword Weapon:Crossbow Stealth Intimidation, Tactics, Running(minor use) anything else you see. Lores: Any you see. Specific Spoils: 10 gold mizas
Mok’s skills request :
Primary: Weapon: Gladius Anything else you see Lores: Any you see. Specific Spoils: 10 gold mizas. 1 assassin’s dagger
"I am the Shadow and the smoke in your eyes, I am the ghost that hides in the night." ~Back, but slow.
by Antar on September 26th, 2011, 8:02 am 
they’re for a thread for building a few training dummies and practicing 
