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The Camp; The adventures of Shawn Amberson part 1!
Topic Started: Jun 23 2012, 03:31 PM (1,037 Views)
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Shawn carried Claira for a little bit, till she wanted to be let down. As they exited the woods. Claira seemed alert, but wouldn't say why. Shawn disregarded it. She was often scared. But only one reason stood. Claira was easily scared, but always for a reason... They walked into camp after a 15 minutes, and shawn procceded to start the fire again. "Not much to look at, but this is it" There was a tent made out of leaves and branches, supported by the two trees. There was also the campfire, and some supplys sitting outside. There was a small heap of papers next to the supplys.
 
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Kutaka motioned towards the heap of papers with a paw, cocking her head in a quizzical manner. She was unable to talk while in this form. Her tail flicked once or twice as she awaited an answer. The shaman intended to soak up all the time she could before returning back to her own camp. It was getting dark and she knew Morgrom would become uneasy if she did not return soon.
 
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Shawn was busy cleaning his sword and dagger... Claira however, picked up a paper, and showed her it. It was a picture of a man in his early 20s, and a little girl, extremely detailed. They are holding hands. The background is a city, there are other people, taunting them.
 
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Kutaka pointed at the picture with her nose, then motioned at Claira and Shawn. She was asking if this was them. She looked up momentarily to gauge how much time she had left before departing these two souls. A slight breeze blew over the plains again. Something strange was in the air, a scent that seemed familiar. Kutaka could not recall what the scent was associated with but a most uneasy feeling swept over her. Dismissing it as just herself getting antsy, she turned her head to face the girl again.
 
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Shawn, not even looking up, said "Yes... She drew that about 3 days after we left that place. I'm gratful, you know, that you two are friends, she hasn't made a friend... well, untill I came along." He stops cleaning his sword, and looked out into the plains. "Kutaka, do you smell alcohoal?" He was looking north, hand to the hilt of the sword.
 
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She made a noise that could have been interpreted as some sort of acknowledgement of Shawn's remark. That being friends was no problem to her at all. At his mention of alcohol, Kutaka nodded. That was it, alcohol. Was Orgok around? No, this was not his scent. Why then, was it so strong? The shaman continued to search her brain, demanding that it bring forth the memory she so needed.
Then, all at once it assaulted her. She knew now the smell and what it was associated with. This was not the only time she had ran into these unsavory folk.

Bandits.

Never did she once fight these types alone. Morgrom, Rahklar, and Orgok were always with her. Now she had only Shawn and Claira. Kutaka shifted out of her wolf form, luckily she had remembered to grab her mace and shield before leaving camp. An alarmed expression on her face, she placed a hand on Claira's forehead. The earth around Claira removed itself from the ground and formed some sort of shield.
"I smell it. It be ah alltoo famuhliar smell, mon."
In the distance, a large band of figures could be seen running towards them. All brandishing weapons and howling. Some even made vulgar remarks.
 
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Shawn took up his sword, and stood up, only to be surrounded by the bandits before he could do anything. A bandit, clad in some copper armor, and a horned helmet, stood out from the rest. "Surrender your weapons and tools, and you can pray we don't kill you!" Shawn was uneasy, He didn't like bandits at all. Claira was protect by some earth shield. He had to try to make peace. "Good afternoon kind sirs, what exactly are you looking for?"
 
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Shield raised and weapon at the ready, Kutaka was prepared to fight. She was counting the number of them while Shawn attempted some diplomatic move. Twelve. There were exactly twelve bandits and only three of them. Of course, Claira was much too young to be able to handle any of them. The shaman closed her eyes, asking the elements for their strength. From her feet to the rest of her being, a tingling sensation could be felt. The earth had agreed yet again to lend its strength. All at once she could feel her skin harden, as if it were rock itself.
 
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The bandits moved around, weary, of the young man and the troll. "Everything you got that's worth something!" said the ringleader. The young man took something from behind his back. It was two canters. "Why, if my nose is correct, beverages is worth something." The bandit ringleader was intriged. This was not normal behavoiur, for somebody he was about to rob. The young man tossed him one of the canters, and sat down. The ringleader opened the canter slowly, took a testing sip, then spat. It was beer alright, and not poisioned.

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The bandit sat down on the ground, and took a swig. "Seems like your one to negoate... What have you got here?" Shawn placed an hand behind him to grab two things. One was a few more cantens of beer, and another was the rusted copper armor. He tossed his men the canters, some had to share, if they even would, but they all started drinking. Shawn looked at Kutaka, and signaled her to put the weapons down, but not out of her hands.
 
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The mace and shield were lowered by reluctant hands. Kutaka kept hold of her shield but returned the mace to her hip. She pretended to be indifferent to the situation, absentmindedly picking at one of her tusks. If they delayed these bandits long enough, Morgrom or one of the others would begin searching for her. The troll wished they would begin soon. She took a seat next to Shawn, leaving space for Claira to seat inbetween them or behind them.
 
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A bit later, the sun has set and been done with, and the bandits became drunk. At this point, one passed out, and they where in the process of laughing about it. Shawn smiled, it was going well. He decided to speed things up a bit. He stood up, and said "Drinking contest anyone?" A bandit said, in a slur "Ha, you thhinnk yoou, ca meat, me? Pah! Let's end this quickly!" The bandit took a swig of hist cantern. Then shawn did, and over and over untill on the 10th swig, did the bandit faulter. He fell backwords, and was out of reality. Shawn looked around... only seven of the bandits where still standing. Shawn attempted to catch Kutakas attention, and pointed at the weapons the bandits had.
 
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Kutaka had been watching the entire time, half praying someone would show up and half waiting for the chance to spring. She had noticed most of the bandits fall into drunken stupors. Some were already passed out. Shawn was just now the victor of a drinking contest. At least there was one less bandit to deal with now. The young man was now pointing discreetly at the bandits weapons. Kutaka pondered the gesture before arriving to the conclusion that she or they were to discard the weapons before the bandits awoke. This was an easy enough task for her. She nodded. Her eyes closed as she began to mumble under her breath some sort of request. Had anyone been paying close attention, they would have seen roots snaking up out of the ground and quietly making their way to the weapons with all the stealth of a predator. The roots winded themselves around the weapons and just as fast as they had appeared, they were gone. Weapons, roots, both had been swallowed up by the earth.
 
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Shawn noticed a minute later, the weapons where gone. He smiled. "Well," The ringleader said. "We must be going now, if we could have that pile of stuff over there, then we would be leaving." Shawn was tense, this was the moment. "No." The ringleader startled. "What? Surely you don't honestly think that? Hand it all over, now!" He reached for his ax, but could not find it. He turned around to look for weapons from a man next to him, but it was gone to, so where the weapons on the ones sleeping it off. "Wha- What have you done! Get them" The bandit lord knew that anyone fighting drunk was not going to last long, and he did not drink much at all, so he had the advantage, even if his men where drunk. Shawn threw his canister away. Water spilled out.
 
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The sound of intense energy crackling broke out, and before one of the bandits knew it, a lightning bolt hit him dead on in the chest. The man flew a few feet backwards before landing with a thud. Smoke arose from his chest, Kutaka knew he would not be getting up.
Her shield raised to block a fist before she sent her mace colliding with the new attacker's skull.
Crack.
The newest victim of Kutaka's fell to the ground.
 
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A bandit charged Shawn with a spear he took from the supply stash, running forward in an awkward way. Shawn easily sidestepped, slashed the bandits leg, and took his spear in his left hand. The threw the spear at a nearby bandit, who had a bow and was aiming for Kutaka. The bandit was yet again hit in the leg, but this time, Shawn threw his dagger, piercing his heart, killing him. A third bandit appeared, took his sword, and slash his leg. Shawn stepped down momentarly, took his sword back by punching the bandits arm, who then released it, and made a stabbing mossion at his stomach.
 
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Bolts of fire spurted from Kutaka's hand, aimmed at the last two standing bandits. One was unfortunate enough to catch it full on in the face. The man screamed in pain before dropping to the ground. The other had dodged it in time and was already closing the distance between him and the shaman. First, a swift uppercut made contact with Kutaka's chin. The earth felt hard underneath her as she fell. Through her vision, she saw a foot raised to crush her skull but she rolled out before it came down with force. She kicked the man's legs out from underneath him as she got back up and twisted her upper body so that the mace in her hand met with the man's face as he fell downward. It was some sort of fighting move. Roots grabbed at the bandit hungrily as soon as he fell down, and they dragged him into the earth.
"Ack, dat one got me good." acknowledged, gingerly feeling her chin. "Dey all be dead now and dose ones still be sleepin'. Let's leave now, mon."
"None of you are going anywhere." a voice said from behind.
A brute of a bandit stepped forth. He was bigger than Kutaka and Shawn, no doubt more physically potent as well. His beard was thick and coarse, the veins in his neck bulging. In his hands was a greatsword that looked like it belonged to some noble; it was probably stolen from one of his numerous raids.
The troll looked at Shawn, worry was written everywhere on her face.
 
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Kutaka seems to have taken her wound bits a bruising, but now a rather large man stood before them. He had a rather large weapon, a great sword. A full on offense would be useless, and considering the man was the one person who did not drink any of the beer, defense was out of the question for him with his current weapon. Yet there was no escape. Shawn grabbed a handfull of the dirt on the ground, and charged. The Leader held his ground. As he came close, The leader swon his blade, and shawn ducked, and threw the dirt in his face. The leader struggeled, and threw his fist down blindly, bearly missing shawn. Shawn slashed the leaders leg, and he fell. After a little while, He turned around and said. "That was easy." Right after that, a blow was felt across his back, and he flew, hit the tree, breaking a rib. Shawn was knocked out.
 
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"Nothing but gnats." The leader turned his attention to Kutaka. "Now, little troll, will you accept death? Or are we going to have to make this hard for the both of us?"
Lightning filled the shaman's hands again, and she cast it at the man. It hit him square in the chest but he merely grunted in annoyance. As he approached her, greatsword raised, Kutaka's life flashed before eyes. She closed them and waited for the moment death would welcome her in open arms, except that it never came. She opened one eye and saw, to her surprise, Rahklar keeping the greatsword at bay with his own axe.
"Getting into more trouble again, are we?" Rahklar jested.
"More than you know." And with that, Kutaka moved out of the way.
Now, the tides had turned. Rahklar himself was no gnat. He stood pass seven feet, beating the bandit out by inches. His two-handed axe was as deadly as it looked, twin blades protruded out of skull fixed in the center. Green runic orcish symbols glowed on the blades. For the most part, the rest of the orc was covered by his cloak. His arms that stuck out of the cloak were the only tell-tale sign of his strength. Veins were bulging here and there, muscles rippled with the force it was using to hold the bandit's greatsword back.
"Now then, where was I?" Rahklar returned his gaze to the bandit. A swift knee made its way to the leader's stomach, causing him to loosen his hold on his weapon. The orc immediately siezed the greatsword and threw it aside. A fist came crashing down on the bent over bandit leader's head.
"Argh! You'll pay for that, you son of a motherless ogre!"
Rahklar's left hook was blocked, and the bandit's right hook found the orc's cheek to be a nice fit. The orc warrior stumbled back, grunted, and resumed his own onslaught. The two fought for minutes until the bandit made the mistake of attempting to wrestle Rahklar to the ground. The orc reversed the grapple, picked his opponent up, and slammed him into the ground. Then, he followed through with his axe and severed the man's head from his body.
 
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Shawn couldn't tell where he was. He was dazed beyond belief, he tried getting u- Pain! Pain incerated his chest, but he knew better. He was able to sit up, from what he could tell, he was next to a tree. Somebody was touching his leg, and quite whispers where heard. He opened his eyes, ready to kick, but instead saw Claira. She was holding his leg, his left one, the one slashed by the bandit. The wound was gone. This was a rather rare thing for Claira to do. Claira dropped his foot, which pained his chest. She hugged him, and he huged back, abit with pain. He looked around, and spotted Kutaka, along with a rather large Orc. "Who's your friend?" He asked.
 
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Rahklar was in the midst of cleaning his axe. After thorough wiping and polishing, he turned to his questioner.
"Rahklar, you may call me Rahk. I see you've met the whelp of my group, Kutaka. You know, she brings trouble whereever she goes."
Kutaka smiled sheepishly, grimacing afterwards from her bruise.
"I hope you're all fine. No major injuries or anything, I assume?"
Rahklar did a once over for his axe before wrapping it back up in leather and cloth. He slung it onto his back, securing the strap to his front.
 
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