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Makorr: Junction {Open RP}
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Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
- "Or was it 'Something Hammock'?", JJ pondered. "Can't say I have. In a sleepingbag sure, several times and in various conditions. But a hammock - no. Could be interesting though."
The duo came to a T-crossroad.
- "Well this wasn't here last time", he grumbled. "Well balls. Right this time?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"Balls," Mercer agreed. He kneaded his lower lip in thought, "Mm, if we treat the town as a maze, supposedly we better keep taking left turns. Oy, excuse me, sir!"
Mercer tried to get a bypassing goblin's attention by tapping it on the shoulder, "I do beg pardon for this rude intrusion, but do you happen to know if— a-a-and he's gone," he said sullenly when the goblin muttered something vaguely obscene and did not even slow down. "Bollocks."
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
- "In that case, left it is", JJ said.
He lead the duo onwards. After a short walk, the street began to narrow into more of an alley.
- "Well this is getting a little bit worrysome", he pointed out.
And after turning the next corner, they were faced by a dead-end. A brickwall blocked the passage and no doors could be seen around.
- "Double balls."
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
The smell came first, a pungent smell of a body long unwashed, of old sweat and vomit, of cheap booze and cheaper tobacco. It sent a disgusted shiver down Mercer's spine, making his throat sore and his eyes water. Shortly afterwards a heavy, labored breathing interrupted whatever it was Alistair was about to say. Slowly he turned around, to see a pair of filthy looking goblins, dressed in frayed rags and brandishing crude clubs. Between them loomed a giant, quivering winebag of a humanoid, wearing nothing but a torn pair of breeches belted by a rope, with beady little eyes, a misshapen nose and a maw full of worn, yellow teeth that was the source of the disgustingly loud wheezing.
A hobgoblin.
"I think we are about to get very upset," Mercer said in a small voice.
The oaf let out a sonorous roar that sent drops of acidic saliva and bits of undigested food flying into the Earthers. It broke into an uneven run, flanked by its two companions.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
- "Oh bloody hell", JJ exclaimed at the sight of the charging hobgoblin. He swung his shield off his back and fumbled around his belt, searching for his mace. He had just enough time to brace for the first strike but the mace stayed stuck in his belt.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"Out!" Mercer let out a high-pitched scream, whipping out his rune-covered bat.
"Can't we talk-" his feeble attempt of diplomacy was cut short via a club swinging at his knees. He parried the strike - quite deftly for someone in his physical condition, which was 'rather far removed from fit' - only to get a mean hit at his shin. Mercer announced his disagreement with the situation by a plangent "Gyaaaaah!" and aimed a furious kick at the nearest goblin's face. The creature swayed out of harm's way, letting Alistair's boot connect with its shoulder rather than head, and then staggered further backwards. The second goblin swung his club again, and again Mercer screamed, this time hit in the thigh.
While the two green midgets took their turns at Alistair, the hobgoblin locked his hands and brought them down directly on JJ - or, rather, on the Earther's shield that he had so industriously put up.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
JJ's knees gave in a little bit from the force of the impact. Such strength, this would be unfortunate. He kicked the hobgoblin to the lower torso in an attempt to push it back and gain some room. With his right hand, JJ was finally able to release his mace and prepared a better fighting stance.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
The oaf backtracked a little bit, dull surprise on its, for lack of a better term, face swiftly overtaken by mindless rage, its enormous belly wavering and quite literally gurgling after the kick.
"DIE!" the hobgoblin roared even louder than before, once more assaulting the Earthers with its stench. It swung an uppercut at JJ, making up in brute force for what it lacked in elegance and precision. That said, for all its fat and visual clumsiness, it moved more than fast enough to be a legitimate threat.
Mercer was too shocked to be terrified, which was just as well. Somewhere in the back of his mind a crestfallen thought surfaced, this untidy scuffle left positively no space for witty banter. Alistair had dropped his briefcase somewhere along the line; now he was holding his bat with both hands and putting every effort into defending himself from the goblins. Thankfully, their attacks were not exactly coordinated, but they were still ferocious enough for Mercer to have his hands full without any possibility of a counterattack, unless he was willing to risk leaving himself open. At least the midgets were supposed to have a lower endurance span.
Or was it the other way round?
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
JJ prepared to stop the swing with his shield again but this time the angle was not the best from his point of view and even though the hobgoblin's fist slammed into the wood, the force of the punch recoiled the top rim of the shield to JJ's forehead. The helmet dented and his ears rang from the impact. The man reeled and took a couple of steps back before being able to focus again.
- "Motherfuc....", he spat as the adrenaline surged.
JJ adopted his defensive stance again.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
The hobgoblin charged at JJ to try and shoulder-tackle him; getting pinned between a wall and several hundred stinky pounds of hobgoblin was bound to ruin the man's day — and his innards — were the giant to succeed.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
A little smiled creeped on JJ's lips. Finally something he knew how to deal with. The mace was a lot heavier than a baton but then again, this time he wouldn't need to worry about aiming for the legs.
He waited for the hobgoblin to get close enough to not be able alter it's course too much and then sidestepped the charge. Using the step as an axis, the young man turned towards the passing hobgoblin and swung his mace towards the lower back of the creature.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
The sheer thickness of the fat ensured JJ's blow would accomplish little beyond, perhaps, a bruise in terms of raw damage. That said, the attack came just in time between the strides to catch the creature off-guard and disrupt its footing. The hobgoblin missed a step and met the wall face-first with a confused "Ooph".
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
Seizing the opportunity JJ stepped forward and aimed another blow towards the neck of the hobgoblin.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
Though the fat offered some protection, the spot where the skull meets the neck was a gentle one - relatively speaking, of course, when dealing with a hobgoblin, but still. The creature's face connected with the wall once more, and blood was shed this time. The giant yowled in great pain and flailed wildly, kicking out its leg in a blind attempt to get at its enemy.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
JJ wasn't expecting the kick and even though it only connected with his leg, the force was enough to make him lose balance and fall to one knee. His let out a grunt as his knuckels hit the street.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
"Humie hurt Stinky! Smash humie!" the hobgoblin half-roared, half-moaned. It spun around in a sluggish pirouette, bleeding profusely from the neck and the nose, and attempted to sweep JJ away and into a wall like a fly with its beam-like arm.
'
What an appropriate appellation,
' Mercer thought. Distracted by the hobgoblin, he nearly missed a strike from one of the goblins and was forced to clumsily step backwards - whereupon he promptly tripped over his one briefcase and fell on his back. The landing hurt like a son of a &*!@#; what followed brought even more pain. The greenskins jumped at Mercer, and with precious little options he blocked an attack with his forearm rather than his bat.
Finally Mercer accomplished something of note. His yell of pain was louder than the hobgoblin's own roars. The heretofore white sleeve of his shirt quickly began reddening with blood.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Jonas, Recheck Master of Squares
Location:
Dun Morogh
"If we split up we can find more of the fat loots, as the young people call them," Jonas suggested.
Post by
Krutos
JJ
Booty Bay
The hobgoblin's swing hit JJ on the shoulder and sent him flying. He hit the wall with quite some force, which caused everything to go dark for a second or two. The mace was flung from his grasp as he slumped against the wall.
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Alistair Mercer
Location
: Booty Bay
Stinky roared and started shuffling forward, one hand clamped over its neck in an attempt to stop bleeding, the other raised in JJ's general direction in a manner not unlike that of a stereotypical brain-eating zombie. Several gashes on its forehead were bleeding profusely, shallow though they were.
With one of the goblins up close and personal, Mercer fought hard to keep down an urge to puke, understanding all too well he was in a very real danger of choking on his own vomit. He only had one arm to defend himself from the midget that eschewed using his club in favor of clawing at Mercer's eyes; the human's other arm felt like it had been dipped in molten metal.
Then, through his throbbing agony, Alistair felt something tug at his foot. Realization was slow to follow, but when it did, it came in like a wrecking ball.
The bugger was trying to nick his boots. His fancy boots that he had just gotten his hands on!
Mercer snarled viciously and, mustering what little strength he still had, swung his bat in an arc, hitting the goblin that sat on his chest in its head; the blow sent it tumbling away. He then kicked at the would-be footwear thief, and that one too let go of the human.
Now was the time to get up. Easier said than done, though - the burst of effort further exhausted Alistair, and now he was panting heavily, grasping at an opportunity to rest. Just a little bit, he swore.
Post by
Persen
Stitch
Dun Morogh
"You mean find more chances at getting horribly maimed or die?"
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