Medieval Reigns - Role Play

Perish idly watched the shenanigans with the dwarf with only the slightest bit of amusement, her emotions rarely got too extreme if ever. The dwarf didn't even seem to care how dangerous all of this was, there were a lot of soldiers with a lot of swords, quite a strange aspect for a living type.
Morgana and Mordred however seemed quite distressed at this dwarf's actions, or maybe it was the incompetence of their soldiers as Merlin seemed to be missing.
Maybe she should look for Merlin too? Though her thoughts drifted back to Guinevere and Lancelot, they were good, happy people, they reminded her of herself and Elias before the incident.

"Perhaps now is a bad time?" Perish said to Mordred, "I might go with Guinevere and Lancelot."
She began walking off with no real reason in mind other than just to follow others for the moment.

Raijar was back from the basement, ready to take his frustration of the masons and their mothers out on the next guard he saw.
"I coul' use a drink," Raijar grumbled, reaching back for something on his belt, but not finding it, "What happen'd to me no'-so-emergency ale!?"
He blinked a few times in thought as to where he could have dropped it, before he realised it was most likely back in the basement.
"Aw hell," Raijar grumbled, slouching a little as he fell through the floor once more.
CRASH third crater in the basement floor.
"Found it!" Raijar yelled triumphantly with glee as he came back up the stairs taking a long swig, stashing it away before he realised a huge mob of soldiers charging for him.
They looked pretty angry... so the little dwarf ran further up the steps to the second floor, you could hear his footsteps pounding on the roof above as he ran about, a few crashes and thuds.
Quite randomly the dwarf launched from a part of the wall near the roof, axe out and raised above his head as he soared through the air for a heroic moment, roaring loudly as he aimed for the soldiers dragging Guinevere and Lancelot away. It truly was an epic moment as the 3 foot warrior hurtled down through the air towards the guards, axe ready to break the place to pieces.
All of a sudden he stopped mid-air, and started flying backwards, then forwards again.
"Wha...? I can fly?" Raijar remarked, utterly shocked.
He was reminded of something old Torigan had once said:
"The day those sissy humans' ale upstages a dwarf's is when dwarves can fly!"
That was PREPOSTEROUS!!!
"That lousy good-for-nothing-bland-tasting-sissy-human-ale-that-tastes-like-bath-water upstages dwarven ale!? It's-it's-" Raijar began to splutter when he suddenly looked up.
He discovered his axe had caught onto the chandelier.

It was one sturdy chandelier but a determined 200 pound dwarf thought otherwise, considering he couldn't actually dislodge his axe. So the little dwarf bounced around in the air above a dozen guards who were waiting for him to fall, spears and swords ready for him with malicious grins on their faces.
Those grins changed to terror pretty quickly when Raijar accidentally tore half the roof down with the chandelier.
"ARG!" Raijar yelled out as he free fell to the ground, though fortunately there was a nice landing cushion of guards waiting for him.
Much crashing and clattering and dust later, Raijar grumbled and dug himself out of the rubble, looking at the two remaining guards that had Lancelot and Guinevere captive.
"Alroight, bring it ye sissies!" Raijar said challengingly, raising his fists ready for brawlin', when he heard a lot of footsteps behind him. He glanced back and saw the angry mob of guards charging for him again, Raijar hurriedly picked up his axe and ran like hell, crashing through the two guards and nearly trampling Lancelot and Guinevere as he ran out the main hall out of the castle, the main door exploding a small dwarf-sized hole at the base since it was made of wood, many, many thuds later as there were guards just outside.

Lancelot quickly grabbed his weapons along with Guinevere and ran for it not stopping till they got outside. Captain Silver took a sneaky swig of beer from his flask as he saw the beast rise above them one of the crew glanced at him as he was having a drink and then shouted up " argh bit of dutch courage never hurt anyone, now approach with caution as with all snakes they tend to bite and we woudn't want any of your pretty heads to roll now would we "he said lifting his eye patch up and gave a cheeky wink.

Rillian who was still helping captain silver with the wheel glanced at him with a bewildered expression as though silver was barking mad, He left the captain to carry on steering he tried to balance himself as steady as he could as more water came flooding over the top deck he grabbed his weapons and
shouted up to the crew " Get out of the way " as he saw the giant serpent came lunging down towards them.

Perish idly strolled along after the angry mob chasing Guinevere and Lancelot, or maybe more accurately, the dwarf, looking around casually at all the wreckage the dwarf had wrought. What exactly had he achieved here...? It didn't look like a single soldier had actually died from his efforts, some were incredibly injured but alive nevertheless.
The energy he displayed, it was slightly overwhelming, so much yelling and fighting like he was never going to stop either of them.
Regardless, she was currently intrigued by Guinevere and Lancelot, and right now that was more than reason enough to follow them, strolling along.
Several soldiers decided she wasn't on their side and attacked, and so while their weapons were busy sunk into Perish, she simply reached out and gripped two of them by the necks as she went, not pausing in her pace at all as she slowly dragged them along and drained the life out of them, dropping their withered husks later on.

Raijar thundered along wildly, intending to run right out the gate when he discovered a mass of soldiers prepared in a counter-charge formation of spears in front of a closed iron portcullis, making it a very pointy and pointless wall to crash into.
So the dwarf altered course and ran off towards the rear of the castle, but he found even more soldiers there ready for him, Raijar skidded to a halt and stared at them in disbelief, right before they began a charge, Raijar spun about and ran around the castle courtyard with a giant mob of soldiers chasing him in circles and 'S's.
The dwarf crashed into the smithy and sent swords flying everywhere, the soldiers scattered away as Raijar charged out with a huge arm load of blades, recklessly hurling them every which way whilst chasing after them. Though he quickly ran out of ammunition and the soldiers turned around, chasing him again across the courtyard.
Suddenly the whole mass of soldiers dived for the ground, a massive 'TWANG' was heard and Raijar could be only just seen surfing a ballista bolt through the air just above the prone mass of soldiers.
“WOOO!” Raijar cheered very loudly as he flew along.
He surfed right back into, and through the smithy's walls, suddenly the bolt head smashed into the wall and caught the dwarf unawares, hurling him face first into the wall at an incredible speed, a very loud crash and stone chips flew everywhere from the wall. On the other side of the wall a section exploded away fiercely from the impact and left a positive indentation of Raijar on its surface.
The dwarf slowly peeled away from the wall, stiff like a statue with a really stupid grin on his face as he fell backwards onto the bolt impaled in the wall, falling around it and landing face first into the dirt. He loosened a little and raised himself up on his elbows, spitting out a quantity of dirt and stone chips, before going to stand and bonking his head on the ballista bolt in the wall above him.
He frowned at the bolt and cupped the top of his head with a hand, looking back through the new backdoor of the smithy at the soldiers who were getting back up.

“He's behind the smithy!” one soldier shouted, before they all charged again.
Raijar scrambled to his feet, hitting his head on the ballista bolt again before running inside the smithy and looking around, finding an enormous hammer clearly built for someone waaay bigger than even a human, he rubbed his hands together deviously.
“ISS HAMMERTIME!!!” Raijar bellowed ferociously at the top of his lungs, flying out of the smithy spinning around like a top with the giant hammer, positively sweeping away dozens of soldiers at a time, before he got dizzy and let the hammer fly as he fell over.
The hammer was like missile, soaring through the air and crashing into the mob of soldiers guarding the gate.
Raijar got up yet again and started running yet again as more soldiers chased him yet again. Except this time he found the catapults.
The dwarf launched himself into the basket and shuffled into a comfortable seated position before pulling out his Mild-Emergency ale rations and draining the flask dry before hurling the bottle at the catapult release lever.
With yet another giant TWANG, Raijar became the first dwarf to enter the sky, travelling at amazing speeds, beard flapping about his face with a silly expression of exhilaration as he roared.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-” the sky slowly tilted until Raijar got a good look at how far he was from the ground, “-EEEOOOOOooooly shiiiiiiiii-!” CRASH went the roof of the Jousting Kegs as Raijar plummeted on through, the tavern had a new window now, and a hole in the floor.
Raijar climbed out of the hole looking a little wrecked, but managed to climb up onto a stool and bash on the bar again, dropping some coins.
“More o' ye sissy ale!!!” Raijar demanded loudly, still banging his fist impatiently.

Guinevere raised her bow and aimed the arrows at the guards and her eyes flicked to Raijar as he too was staring at the guards and she looked slightly amused has what he was going to do next and saw him roll and crash into several guards and followed him but before she did she let go of the arrows which hit several guards making a gap for them to have a clear run for escape.

Lex grabbed his sword and climbed up to the crows net which was located on the top part of the ship so he could get a better aim in slaying the beast,The beast kept taking snipes at the crew and knights but kept missing "Distract the beast whilst I try and get a good aim at It" Lex shouted down to the knights.

Rillian nodded "right you heard distract It so that Lex can get a clear shot "he shouted to the knights and with that Rillian and the knights threw what they could to divert the attention away from the serpent It was hard to keep balanced though as the ship was violently tilting from left to right and the waves were pounding against the ship and making the boat go up and down with sheer voice Rillian had a hard time keeping focused as the constant movement of the ship was making him very nauseous.

Lancelot was rather impressed at the dwarfs bumbling spirit but glanced behind and saw a load of guard running like a mob for both he and Guinevere he didn't take any chances and grabbed Guinevere's hand and they bolted through the gate and didn't stop running.

Silver was grasping the wheel as tightly as he could even with all the huge waves that was flooding the deck he glanced up as Lex was preparing himself to stab the beast.

Levenda rode slowly through town, whistling happily as she studied the people who were busily doing their daily routine. At one point she’d stop and hail a blacksmith. “Afternoon. Say, how does one go about speaking to the ruler of this land?”

The Blacksmith frowned "Dear lass you don't want to be going anywhere near that castle not with " he looked around to make sure that no guard was overhearing " Mordred and his army took over the castle " he said in a mere whisper.

Laveda blinked a blank look on her face. “Alight then. Thank you for the warning.” She kicked her horse and continued on towards the Castle.

There were quite a lot of soldiers chasing Guinevere and Lancelot, though amusingly enough they stupidly tried shutting the portcullis again before they got out the gate. The result being Guinevere and Lancelot only just getting out and all the soldiers got locked in.

"Open the damn gate you idiots!" a soldier yelled out.
"What about that one?" one said, pointing back at the black knight steadily approaching.
"Crap, I've seen her before, RUN FOR IT!" a soldier yelled, quickly sprinting away.
The gate was shut, Perish sighed and instead when for the stairs, going up onto the walls slowly, several soldiers riddled her with arrows and threw weapons at her, she didn't entirely respond, but there was now about ten arrows sticking through the gaps in her armour and one dagger near her shoulder blade.
The injuries prickled uncomfortably, but Perish couldn't let herself get distracted yet, Guinevere and Lancelot were moving faster than her, she may lose them.
She idly climbed over the side of the wall as some soldiers approached with spears, a little bewildered as they watched her fall several feet to the ground. There was a sickening crunch as one of her legs broke on impact, but she stood up and flexed it a few times, bones crackled and her leg regenerated as she started walking off again like nothing had happened.

"What the hell is she...?" one soldier muttered, still rather miffed over the dagger sticking out of her back almost where her heart should be, should have at least punctured a lung.

Raijar's Mild-Emergency ale rations were quality dwarven ale, and it soon kicked in as he finished his second tankard of 'bath water'. He more or less fell off his stool, an ancient dwarven technique passed down through the generations ensured his tankard didn't lose a drop of ale in his fall, however clumsy and wild it was.
So the dwarf picked himself off the floor blearily, his right hand clamped around his tankard in a fixed position and level in the air while the rest of him attempted to stand up.
He had a really big grin on his face as he zig-zagged out the door, bursting out in a very loud, old dwarven drinking song. The ancient dwarves had also mastered drinking songs that sounded half-decent even when the vocalist was completely blind drunk, and off-pitch, the lyrics were purposely mixed up so when the singer muddled up his words in his drunken stupor, which was often, it usually sounded pretty good.
Raijar slowly made his way along the street to the main path that led to the castle, still singing incredibly loudly waving his tankard around but not spilling a drop.
He soon enough fell over again flat on his face in the middle of the road, tankard still upright, with him still mindlessly mumbling the drinking song. The stone road was oddly comfortable, so he just rolled onto his back and continued singing loudly, pausing every so often to have a drink.

Guinevere was running with Lancelot but glanced back as she saw that the guards had been cut off from them and didn't pass through the gate "we have to get out of town we are not safe here we must find Merlin and hurry" she said through panting breath.

Rillian left the wheel to Captain Silver to manage and ran over to the knights and crew to help them in distacting the serpent so that Lex who had climbed up to the crows nest could get kll the serpent but It wasn't easy as the serpent was fast in his attacks and seemed to be resilient in both the crew and the knights spear and arrow shots, Rillian grabbed his bow and loaded it with arrows and aimed them for the side of the serpent but It's coat seemed to have a thick mast to it only Lex really could get the best possible shot as the weakest point was in the serpents neck.

Realizing Guinevere and Lancelot were running away, he sighed and jumped back on Aroc.

"Come on, Aroc, were leaving."

"But we just got here!"

"No buts, now fly us out."

"Fine."

Aroc "sighed," clicking his beak, but complied, flapping his wings. Floating out of the window, the Griffin built up speed and got around to the courtyard, landing on the roof to wait for the Queen.

(sorry about double post, hehe)

Seeing Lancelot running with the Queen, Elindil signaled to his partner.

"Okay, you think you can carry all three of us?"

"Not with all that armor, its heavier than it looks."

"Maybe a short way?"

"One mile, tops."

"It'll have to do."

The elf urged Aroc into a dive, knocking through some soldiers and came up beside the knight and the Queen.

"Jump on!"

Lancelot looked at the gryffin but though what the heck "Come on you first " he said and helped Guinevere onto the gryffin and then climbed on himself and sat behing guinevere and placed his hands on her waist.

Some of the village people were pointing up at something. Laveda and Paladin followed the ponting fingers of the people into the sky. Something big had swooped down. Paladin turned his head to the side and looked back at Laveda with one brown eye. Laveda shrugged and dropped his reins. "If you want to investigate then be my guest. I've done my work already and still have yet to get paid for it." Paladin shook his head and started forward. Laveda took up the reins and moved easily along with Palidin's long and gracefull strides. Swiftly they made their way closer to the castle, waiting for the thing to rise and take off again.

(Aroc's back isn't that big, so we're all slightly smushed together)

Elindil, sitting in front of the Queen, looked back to make sure they were on.

"Hold on back there, we're going up!"

With a slow swoop of his powerful wings, Aroc rose above the ground, with another, he was half as high as the walls, one more, and, really struggling, he and his passengers got just barely over them. Relaxing a lot, he let himself glide, flapping slowly once or twice to stay up. It was obvious he was getting tired, and didn't get too far before having to stop. He glided down to the ground, landing in a trot, then slowing to a stop in front of a large horse and rider.

"You did good, got us even farther than I thought."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I? I just wish Knights wore less armor, that stuff must weigh 200 extra pounds!"

"Don't be such a crybaby."

"I am not!"

"Just shut up, I'm trying to listen to what everyone else is saying."

"I'll talk if I want to."

"I heard that!"

Perish was growing a little irritated with the arrows in her and started to pull some out, when she noticed Lancelot and Guinevere had mounted up on a strange creature with an elf, her notion of following them slowly died down as she couldn't fly, slowly reverting back to her motionless self.

She pulled out a few arrows and pulled the blood off them to put it back in herself, casting the arrows aside carelessly.
Perish looked up again and saw the creature had landed, her will to follow rose at that and she started walking off again, still with several arrows embedded in her as well as the dagger. She decided to move into more of a jog, feeling a little better with less arrows in her, so her pace sped up respectively until she neared where the strange creature had landed with Guinevere and Lancelot, facing another mounted person on quite a large horse.
Perish remembered she used to have a horse once on the farm, she couldn't remember what happened to it though...

Raijar's tankard ran out and the dwarf sat up with a disgruntled sigh, staring down into the empty tankard before stashing it away onto his belt. At the very least, the dwarven ale was still in his system working, like true, quality ale should, so he was still rather merry, getting to his feet and bursting out in song as he wandered along the road, a very loud song.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr, the golden brew fer me an' yoo,
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr, with amber hue the ale is true,
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr, day's always new with a dwarven brew!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Clearly someone didn't appreciate his singing, Raijar wasn't really in the state to care, he blinked a few times with a expression of serious thought, but try as he might, he completely forgot where he was in the song.
So he started again...
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr, the golden brew fer me an' yoo-"
"SHUT UP DAMN IT!" the same person yelled in frustration, causing Raijar to lose his place again.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrr, the golden brew with amber hue-"
Great, now he was forgetting the words, but like all good dwarven drinking songs, it still sounded like it was supposed to be regardless of how muddled up the singer was.
"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP!!!!!" a man came running out with a crude club and hit Raijar over the head, breaking the club in half.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr, with amber hue fer me an' yoo-"
The man tried kicking the dwarf but broke his toe, collapsing on the ground moaning in pain, interrupting the dwarf yet again.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr, the day's always new with a golden brew!" Raijar continued on his way, leaving the crippled man behind moaning on the ground holding his foot.

The saddle slid forwards along Paladin's long back as they suddenly came to a stop. This was normal. The war horse Saddle didn’t really fit, so at times Laveda would go sliding. But she's learned to make do and use the sliding to her advantage. She stood in her stirrups and peered over Paladin's ears at the group. Paladin too was a little curious, his ears forward with interest. After a moment, he turned one ear towards her. "I don’t know either big guy... That’s a Griffon but... He has a rider." Paladin flicked his ear twice. "I don’t know who the other two are. Stop asking me questions that I can’t answer." Paladin laid his ears back and stomped over to the group, obviously upset with her comment. "Hile! Are you three alright?"