LOCATION : Trolanport, Criminal base
DATE/TIME : who is this Jeesoos guy?
WHO : GAG, DA ORKZ and HUMIES
The rogue squad dashes through the rear doors only to
confront two pairs who were in that familiar state wherein one is not sure if
they are awake or not. Thinking quickly Dysmas reaches into his diaphragm and
summons the lowest baritone voice he could muster.
“Ug,
orc boys fight. I go tell orc boys let giants sleep . Sleep now, I go make orc boys sto-“
"For the orphan calves!!!!" Garrik began
screaming, fork pitch in hand radiating power like Arawai herself, launching himself at the Hill Giants.
“I think he can handle it for now ” Rhain whispers. Realizing that the Giants are rousing from their sleep
they began tiptoeing towards the east door and after a few quiet paces break
into a mad dash for the main hall.
They see chaos. The floor is strewn with the unconscious bodies
of Da Orkz and smashed splinters of the furniture. What draws Dysmas attention
was the center of the hall where Boreas and Veger are back to back, shields in
hand, surrounded by steel-clad figures, the mithril buster sword between them like a rallying flag. To their
right Dysmas hears a startled yelp and a smash of body and steel – Lucian was
pinned down by one of the guards except… his armor melded into his skin!
As he dashes towards his friend, Lucian evaporates in a puff of
purple smoke, only to appear 10 feet behind the steel-man and like a light
weight boxer hurls three eldritch blasts right at him, sending him flying
towards Dysmas feet. The thief takes the opportunity to stab downwards with Rhaincutter
and it connects close to the mans collarbone. The pain snaps him back to consciousness
and his feral eyes lock with Dysmas – he grasps the sword by the blade, blood
pooling around his hands running down his arms. Dysmas, fear in his eyes,
pushes downwards to finish him off – instead he gets a steel heeled boot to the
manhood.
Out of the corner of their eyes all the combatants wince for
a microsecond as Dysmas gives the most pathetic squeal and backs away from
steel-man, slowly collapsing to his knees his hands cupped over his goods. The enemy rises, grasping the thiefs sword. As Dysmas kneels on the
ground vomiting up Invidia’s delicacy the guard approaches and raises the sword,
ready to drive the point through his back. At the last moment Dysmas rolls out of
the way, and hurls a handful of chunky fluid in the mans eyes temporarily
blinding him. By the time he wipes the vomit off of his face the thief is gone
from his view – he turns intending to return to the battle, but he feels a cold
presence arc from the nape of his neck to his brain, then explode in electric
current - the dagger of harmony connects. The guard wildly swings the mithril blade behind him intending to take
the thief head off, but Dysmas is too fast and anticipates it. He is waiting
for the man to turn around and he does just that. The guard see’s Dymsas right
up in his mug, one hand raised out like a lover blowing a kiss. There’s a puff
of orange, yellow, black du-
“AAAAAAAAAAAGH”
the guard screams as he begins blinking wildly attempting to get the spices out
of his eyes. He flails like a mad man, and in the process knees Dysmas in the nuts
again. “UGHHHHHH”
Dysmas grunts and collapses on the floor, rolling around in
the fetal position.
This continues for a minute as the two men suffer in mutual
agony. The guard gets the easy way out as he bends over Dysmas’ vomit – attempting to
wash out the spices with it. He looks up and witnesses Kellans fury as she rotates her neck, cracking it. "As God intended." she says before she raises her leg in an almost vertical line and brings it down like a sledge-hammer at the fair. The kick connects and his head bounces off the ground - teeth flying in the air. He gives a grunt before passing out.
As Dysmas rolls around in agony, his vision swirling he see’s
Kellan standing over an Orc who is rousing from his unconsciousness. She stands
over him, hands outstretched and says something he can’t hear over the sound of
his infantile whimpers, before lightning arcs from her fingers. It lasts a mere
six seconds before she kicks the orc in the mouth, then recoils in pain hopping
on one leg muttering profanities at the unconscious Orc.
Dysmas projects one sentence telepathically.
Someone heal my balls I’m going to die
