Post by eliwood on Jul 3, 2012 8:48:52 GMT
Characters Appearing: Eliwood, Amon and (later on) the Joker
Time of Day: Early evening, around five.
Location(s): Near Whiterun, on the paths outside the city.
Previous Thread Name/Info: N/A
NPCs Used: Bandits, of course.
Plot Summary: Eliwood, while in a dire situation, is aided by a stranger against all hopes. When the trouble settles, they converse for a while, before they are both called to action when a new threat rears its chaotic head.
Time of Day: Early evening, around five.
Location(s): Near Whiterun, on the paths outside the city.
Previous Thread Name/Info: N/A
NPCs Used: Bandits, of course.
Plot Summary: Eliwood, while in a dire situation, is aided by a stranger against all hopes. When the trouble settles, they converse for a while, before they are both called to action when a new threat rears its chaotic head.
The silver gleam of his sword flashed as it scraped along the blade of his opponent and with a swift twist, sliced open the other man's hand and sent his sword spinning away to plant itself, blade-first in the earth. Eliwood fluidly spun on one heel, coming about facing his rear, and t he main concentration of troublemakers. Highwaymen; not particularly dangerous, all in all, but there were more of them than there were of him. He had easily dispatched two of them and left a third weaponless and probably useless, but there were still five more.
Were he in good health, this "battle" would not have lasted this long. But his movements were slower than his usual, and his blows lacked the fearsome bite they normally did. He swept his gaze across the semicircle of five before him. He quickly went through his options. The best option would be to hang back and let them come to him, and exploit their defenses. If he simply charged in, he would perhaps take down two or three of them before his illness-reduced speed would cost him.
And so he did indeed hang back. He grinned mockingly, and one of the men took the bait. He charged in with sword and shield. He struck out with the shield, an unorthodox attack method which caught Eliwood off-guard, but he managed to twist out of the way. His own sword arced up, deflecting the bandit's blade, and then flashed, sinking into the flesh of the bandit's gut. The man gave a single groan before he went limp. Eliwood withdrew his blade and was readying himself for another round when he felt a searing pain.
He clutched at his chest with his free hand, and a horrid cough ripped from his throat as his vision began to grow blurred. He staggered, nearly falling to his knees. His breathing quickly grew labored, and it was clear that it took all of his effort to simply remain standing. "No....not... Not now....."
"Aw, whassamatter, pretty boy? Not feelin' so good?!" And the man who was apparently the elader of the small group of bandits struck out with a brutal kick. It connected with Eliwood's face, and sent him staggering back, landing flat on his back on the ground with a harsh gasp and cough.
"Someone....anyone...." He did his best to force himself at least into a sitting position, but his strength was rapidly fleeing him, and already his limbs seemed unwilling to respond. "Is this....really where I'm to meet my end....? At the hands of common bandits....? Fate has a sense of humor indeed...."