Laststar Family/Oliver/Roleplays
Roleplay from Oliver Laststar
- Not a comprehensive list of scenes
In Leibo/ Meeting Brynja
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar | |
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| A weary band of men make their way through the rolling hills of the Yssrgardian country side. They barely had time to rest from the battle the other day and once again they're on the march. The soldiers grumble, and many sport a few bandages, their equipment filthy and worn. Yet they much reach the rest of their army soon. Oliver himself grows more and more wary as time goes on.
He is not looking forward to another melee with the barbarians, especially after the arrow he took his arm. He will have to try his best to preserve his men, it would be disastrous to lose them all against even hardier fortifications. But suddenly ahead of him, he hears shouts of men hooting and laughing aloud. The road bends and Oliver and his band are suddenly face to face with a dozen footmen who look much worse and ragged than his own band. Likely deserters from the looks of it, and following true to their dishonorable, unspoken code, these cowards have turned to banditry. In the midst of them, like jackals surrounding beleaguered deer, is a truly worse sight. There's a tall, and imposing looking warrior of Yssrgard, a shieldmaiden from her appearance, trapped between the laughing men. She still has her hands on an axe and shield, and she waves her weapon wildly to keep the thugs at bay. Whatever of her own band must have fallen, judging by the other dead at her feet. She's bloodied, exhausted and looks like she's about to fall to these men in turn. But this isn't Oliver's problem. Prudent, and his heart cold to commoners, he only gives the whole scene a quick, dispassionate glance. The woman turned hopeful at the sight of more men, possibly to help her, but she wilts to see the Perdan banners. Both groups stare at each other, the air growing still and tense, wondering what each side is going to do. After only a few moments, Oliver decides to lead his men onward, as he has to hurry on to Isadril to catch up with his allies. Let Yssrgardian dogs die. The thugs laugh and turn back to their prey, murder and dark deeds in their eyes as the Gray Swordsmen pass on, perhaps more reluctantly now though- they don't seem happy at what they witnessed. The trapped woman then sees her potential hope marching away, and her eyes turn heartbroken at the twist in her fate. "Please!" She cries out in her southern accent, desperate and alone. | |
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| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar | |
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| The woman's pleading cry coming at him from behind makes Oliver slow to a halt. His knuckles turn white around his tightly held reins.
He grits his teeth. Gods. What should I care? She's one of them. I'm no hero. Hearing more laughter behind him, he looks over his shoulder to see the vagabonds making toying stabs at their prey to force her to dodge. It's hopeless for her. As the woman looks like she's about to collapse from exhaustion, she suddenly comes alive in a final gasp and swings her axe serpent-quick for the throat of one of her greatest harassers. The man tries to dodge yet his effort only nets him half a severed neck, and a spray of blood. His limp body falls to the ground, and all goes quiet again as the corpse slowly drains in front of all the shocked faces. Then the anger comes. Shouting. The rest of the former dozen bandits yell with raging bloodthirst. I'm not a hero! That's at least what Oliver kept chanting in his mind as he charged for the circle of men from his horse anyway. They have their backs turned to him, and the first one on the outside of the circle doesn't see in time the plated boot kicking for his head. At that the rest of them clear out of the way of the trampling 1,000 pound warbeast, as he clears a safe space for himself and the warrior woman. Oliver snatches out at her collar and hauls her up in one powerful motion up to his horse, but she instead squirms like an energetic toddler and breaks away to go back to the fight. She lets loose a blood-curdling scream that sends a quiver even up Oliver's bones; her eyes turning wild. With the momentum of the sudden horse charge, she instead leaps back out at the bandits, thugs and deserters to kill them while they're on their heels. And she's not alone as the rest of Oliver's men rush in to join the fray, reinforcing their lord with grins on their faces at the chance to do something right. Carnage ensues. The fight doesn't last long with the bandits being caught between this berserk woman and the armored mass of troops. And in barely a minute all grows still again with the bandits all lying dead. Like the star of a show, the woman turns around with all eyes on her, to meet Oliver's gaze again with her bloodied axe pointed right at him. She grins. The smear of the blood of other men across her face grants her a terrifying expression. "My axe is yours, Metal Boy!" Oliver can only stare back with his mouth agape like a fool, "Wait? What?!" | |
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| Roleplay from Amelara Everwind | |
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| This battle wasn't like the others, she felt that before the first arrow was even set loose. She had felt uneasy - maybe it was the wind. The first two conflicfs, the air had been still, allowing the archers to fire unobstructed. Tonight, though, the wind howled - maybe a sign from the Wolf King himself.
For her, it started off similar to the other two battles, except after her first few men fell, the arrows didnt stop. One by one, they fell. Few screams of pain, and those that did survive their fall were silenced as more arrows rained upon their wounded bodies. And then red hot pain as something slammed into her shoulder, knocking her down to the floor. One of her men ducked down to help her up, beginning to pull her away from the battle, before he too was taken down. All Amelara remembered then was desperately trying to get away from the battle. Only once escaped did she realise that besides the non-fighters, she was alone. The arrow was removed now, it hadn't gone deep and was just a distant throb. Scared and feeling alone, she retreated back in the direction of Perdan. She feared it would be an arduous, slow journey, but sadly without any soldiers with her, it was good progress. She hoped she would come across one of her allies on the way - the thought of being in Yssrgard alone and unprotected was a terrifying one. | |
| Amelara Everwind | |
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| The battle had gone poorly for his unit, as he had opted them to fill out the lines with protective shields to help protect their own archers; nevertheless of his preparations, they all eventually fell to the drawn out exchange of arrows between the two armies. He should have realized this was going to be a poor choice trying to outshoot enemies that had the advantage of fortress walls to hide behind.
It was to his surprise that even as his men all went down, it was the yssrgardian woman from before darting in and out from the field like golden-haired comet, risking her own life to drag away his fallen men. She had followed him like a puppy all the way out to this battlefield, and not knowing what to do with her, he allowed to stick around. Which ended up as a blessing now though as he managed to assemble the rest of his troops. She—turns out her name was Brynja—further surprised him and his men by taking charge of their retreat, she pointed out trails, led them around time-consuming gullies and so on. Oliver had to admit he was impressed, Brynja was earnest to be of use to him, and always seemed to be grinning like she knew some secret joke he couldn't understand, which all meant she quickly had earned the respect of his men as well.
When they draw close, Oliver calls out and hails her, eventually recognizing Lady Everwind as the woman who infamously had lost so many of her troops from their first deadly engagement days ago. Did she lose the rest of her men? "Lady Amelara? Is that you? It's me, Oliver Laststar! I lost track of you at the battle, what happened?!" Unknownst to him, his new yssrgardian companion followed him protectively at his shoulder like a shadow with her axe in hand. | |
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