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Date Posted: 12:44:48 05/21/03 Wed
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Angharad
's message, "Story" on 13:08:53 05/09/03 Fri
(OOC: Erin, sorry it's taken so long to get put up, but here goes..)
As Frederick, Angharad, and Blaise waited around the carriage, a large mob began to converge upon their position. The mob began to shout various obscenities. Cries of "Bloody noblemen! Serves 'em right!" and "look at the little bast**ds shaking in their boots!" began to cry out. Suddenly a loud voice, obviously the ringleader of this mob shouted with a heavy, drawling accent, "Let's give it to 'em lads!"
The mob, full of frustration with the current monarch, began to hurl stones at the carriage. Those who had weapons brandished them. Those who didn't found anything they might be able to use. Approaching the carriage, they began to one at a time charge forward and try to remove something. Everyone around the carriage sought refuge as best they could from the hail of stones. Frederick donned his great helm, and removed his shield from his back, unsheathing his sword. Blaise quickly followed suit, and for the moment, the two of them stood prepared to fight back the mob. Frederick began to shout for them to disperse. Blaiseglared at him, and ducked from a particularly large stone. Suddenly, four bowmen stepped out of the crowd, and drew their arrows. Angharad, petrified with shock stood frozen in place. Swearing quietly to himself, Frederick lunged his body forward, thrusting his shield out with him, all four arrows rapped against his shield. "Damnit!" hissed Frederick between his teeth, as several men began to charge. He did not want to initiate this fight, but he was now stuck in it. A man lunged forth, brandishing a pitchfork, which Frederick knocked aside with a calm shield stroke, and riposted hard with his sword, driving his blade into the man's chest, and out of his back. The man slumped, and Frederick kicked him free of his sword. Another stepped forth to fill his place. Fred smote him with his shield, and buried his blade in the man's body. Again and again they came at Frederick, and again they fell. Blaise also fought the mob ferociously, beating them back from his area. His sword claimed its victims as a peasant might so easily reap strands of wheat in a field. Surging forward slightly, Blaise suddenly became surrounded. Frederick, glancing over his shoulder noticed this, withdrew his sword from a man freshly slain, and smashed a man away from Blaise's back with a solid shield stroke. The man, if not dead, lay stunned, and out of the fight. Blaise glanced towards Frederick, and glared.
Frederick fought his way back towards the area he had been defending, and several more men rushed forth to assail him. Parrying blow after blow with his shield, Frederick finally managed to gain a bit of breathing room. However, a man with a smith's hammer sidestepped behind him, and Frederick did not notice. Angharad, on the other hand did. The largish man raised his weapon high, ready to send it crashing down onto Frederick's head, when the noble daughter stepped forth and buried her knife into the man, and withdrew it, repeating several times. The man fell to the ground stunned and gasping out the remainder of his life. Hearing the body fall, Frederick turned slightly, as he caught an axeblow with his shield. He called to her, "Many thanks, Mistress Cafall!"
On they fought, but there were simply too many. A keg of powder was tossed into the carriage. It's occupants, the Lord and Lady Cafall could not escape, for there were too many people pressing against their door. Torches were flug into the carriage, igniting the drapes and upholstry. Soon, the powder keg went off; a loud, rending explosion destroyed the carriage. The Lord and Lady Cafall were dead.
Jolted to the ground by the explosion, Blaise was momentarily stunned. He regained his composure, but as he regained his feet, a crudely wielded meat cleaver barely connected with his head, striking him across the brow, and created a nasty gash. Blaise rammed his blade home, causing the man's heart to explode instantly.
A lone crossbowman stepped out from the crowd, and took aim. He wanted to kill the two men who helped to kill so many in this mob. He fired, and the bolt went on its deadly path, puncturing Frederick's shield, and grazing the top of his shoulder, smashing through armor and taking some flesh with it. Frederick shouted with pain, and unconciously began to go into a chant. Several runes echoed through the air, and formed wraith-like images, until they suddenly became solid, and rushed inwards toward Frederick, and engulfed him in a sea of red, until it focused and created a large fireball. The fireball exploded forth, and immolated everything in its path, until it caught the crossbowman, destroying him utterly.
"Mage! Run!" the crowd finally with drew, a pile of dead and wounded left behind. Frederick groaned mightily from frustration, pain, and anger all at once. He stepped towards the stunned Angharad, and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry miss.. I could not protect them."
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