Zhen carefully draws his bow, noting Victor step into the garden. As the undead begin to move, he releases an arrow into the nearest one.
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Zhen moves Victor to the side. "Let me handle this, please." While he was no expert, he remembered how the hobgoblins tended to hunt. It was much more bestial, but effective nonetheless.
Then again, Zhen considered, looking at the mess of a trap he had made. The hobgoblins were also idiots.
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"If they're just some undead, they'd fall for it. I can use my bow once we're ready." Zhen says.
Zhen chuckles, accepting the ale. While it tasted awful, as Fallow said, it was alcohol at least. "A lucky strike, Victor. Although luck is more than equal to skill." Zhen passes the ale to whoever wants it, before speaking again. "Don't drink too much. We still have a ways to go. Fallow, where do we head from here?"
Zhen moves into cover (if possible), drawing his bow in preparation.
Zhen nods. "Keep your head down."
"If he's going to climb down, I say we shoot at him." Zhen tries to peer over to see what the ogre is doing.
Zhen looks at Tashewren oddly, before complying. He grunts in effort as he tries to climb up. "What kind of warrior climbs trees to fight his enemies?" He asks in frustration. The one who doesn't want to climb cliffs. his own thought replies.
Zhen looks down at his allies, balancing himself on the branches. "What's the signal, Tashewren?"
Zhen moves towards the tree. "Fine. As long as it will help." "Those javelins look pretty dangerous, but I don't know how accurate it is with them. As long as we can take cover in the trees, it's going to have a hard time hitting us."
"I don't want to take the long way." Answers Zhen, trying to avert his eyes from Fallow. "Better to take our chances with the ogre than walk for hours."
"Already, I am seeing the downsides to this service. I've lost some feeling in my arms, and that's not going to help my swordplay." He looks over the welting red spots that cover his legs and arms. "Now, where did Tashewren get to?"
Zhen curses, feeling the stinging bites of the spiders. He tries to move outside of the swarm, seeing his sword useless.
Zhen realizes he is quite out of his element here - his weapon cuts men, not tiny bugs. And the real target hides above him, far out of reach. Zhen pulls out his shortbow, aiming upwards at the spider. He lets an arrow loose.
Zhen sees his comrades readying weapons, and chooses to place his hand on the hilt of his blade. He cannot see what he is up against, but feels confident in the fact that it will fall quickly.
Zhen looks at Tashewren coldly. "Leave the menial labor to your savage there. My will comes only for things of war, not bridges." "Besides, your beast seems able enough. Hopefully it won't crush itself chopping the tree down."
"Don't trust your eyes! These aren't men we fight, but the undead." Zhen steps to the middle skeleton, hoping to take advantage of his increased size. He brings down his enlarged blade without mercy.
Zhen rushes forward, drawing his blade to slice his opponent - the man on the right.
Zhen chuckles upon seeing the men, their weapons drawn. "You seem to be under the impression that you can stop whoever is in pursuit. How wrong you are. You are no warriors. We could crush you in mere seconds. How would you like to test my theory?" Zhen says with glee, his hand drifting to his blade as he leans forward.
Zhen nods. "Seems fair. Now we should focus on actually capturing our man first. Are you sure this creature of yours can follow these tracks? I know they tend to have good noses, but their brains always fall short."
"Nothing to worry about. I can follow these without issue." Zhen follows the tracks, beckoning Victor to follow him.
Zhen turns around, placing a hand on Victor's back to follow him cleanly. "There's our cue. Let's move, but try not to draw the attention of the guards - no sense in having them find our man first." Zhen makes his way to the south along with Victor, if he heads that way as well.
Zhen keeps his eye on the woman in armor as Tashewren speaks, concluding the woman to be Maria by her attitude and appearance. He balances himself between the thrill of being noticed and staying hidden from her gaze, before turning his attention to the Baron.
Tashewren, you better not mess this up. Zhem thinks to himself.
Zhen feels emboldened by Lux's words, eager to please. Although the feeling doesn't carry as Tashewren describes his plan. Fool thinks he can just give orders to anyone. Like we should follow him for he has the smoothest voice. Although I can't say the plan is bad, either. "A chance to test my blade? I'll accept, if only for that. Better still if it is a step to our goal." Sister Maria doesn't draw much of Zhen's attention, as he remains silent on the matter. If Lux disapproves of her, I suppose I must do what I can. "So where do we sign up for the tournament?"
"I don't dr-" Zhen pauses. Perhaps some alcohol would be nice. "The wine, if you could." It tasted nothing like home, but what was in this foreign place? "You may call me Zhen. And indeed, it is a strange name. I have traveled far to be here today." He turns as a strange man and a savage enter the room. " A good day to you," noting his politness. "Your name? And the orc, as well."
A burly man enters the room, a little on the short end in height. Immediately noticeable is his singular eye, which narrows as he notices Victor. His mouth is obscured by cloth... and by that, the rest of his body is as well, even down to the gloves. Only at the top part of his head is skin visible. A sheath hangs at his hip, the blade inside it carrying an ornamental tusk. A second smaller weapon is tied to his back. Zhen looks down at the man inside the room. Seeing the greatsword on the man's back, he gives a small nod before taking a seat himself. He looks around in silence before starting conversation. "Who would you be, swordsman?"
This is PixelsAreGod, submitting Zhen for consideration. A samurai who seeks to perfect his blade, he lies indebted to Lux, and thus makes his way to Barony to fulfill it. That is not to say he does so regretfully - he welcomes it. The backstory and crunch are in the alias. I decided to use Pride as his trait, as a sort of antithesis to the concept of a samurai serving another. |