Post by Mister Cicerone on Aug 31, 2012 11:13:06 GMT -5
Olga grabbed the goblin by the head as the creature charged at her in all of it's little might, but the poor thing was greated with a big metal gauntlet to the head. The warrior priestess grabbed the goblin and in it's momentum, twisted and turned with the goblin in the hand, and then slamed the thing face first into the ground. A gruesome nose crunch and shatter was heard.
More goblins began to swarm towards Olga and her companion with their little daggers and small swords in hand. It was meant to just be a simple walk to Greatgaunt! But the little bastards were all over the road today, and likely no thanks to adventurers causing their arousal in attempting to flank passer-byers for materials or kidnaping. The poor things chose poorly this time around.
Olga couldn't help but laugh at the things as they began to scurrey together, in near fright, as they saw what the Champion did to but one goblin. "I give ju all chance to sorrentar to Olga! Honestly...go roon avay vit jor lives. Jor beneath me!" Following the courtesy speech Olga's little companion just giggled. Growling and shouting were heard from the tribe of goblins and then began to surround the pair in an attempt to overwhelm. Onward they charged...
To those that know Olga, when she identifies a foe as beneath her, she never actually kills them. The one face first into the dirt will probably have a bad headache in the morning, but he'll survive nonetheless. This Champion of Tempus hides a level of power within her that few adventurers are able to achieve, but perhaps this can be contested in the wonderful lands of Cormyr, now Olga's adopted homelands with her mate. Regardless of comparisons, Olga never-to-rarely awakens her inner strengths and spells without very good reason to do so these days, enjoying a more tranquil life with her beloved.
The scuffling began, Olga swinging an arm left, and another foot right, twisting to punt, kick, and punch goblins about the road and away from her and her little companion that weaved expertly between Olga's motions. The poor little thinigs just wimpered and held their faces or sides as they rolled away from the strong blows, but yet again gathered together in an amusing huddle to try and replan their approach. Olga laughed.
It wasn't too long into the goblins newly calculated plan that thunder was heard in the skies, the rain beginning to form again, and a terrifying whirling whiz of something buzzing through the air came thundering it's way into the goblin group. One got hit square in the chest by the flying object and was taken off the ground to fly several feet into the air. A battleaxe lodged in it's chest and pulsing a golden hue along the sharp edges.
Olga and her mate turned to look where the object flew from, and as they turned the once-flying axe shot right back into the hands of it's owner by a one word command, "Ragnarok." In turn Olga just smiled a bit upon seeing her cousin finally having entered the lands of Cormyr.
The frightened goblins saw the second warrior, a near identical image of Olga, though with black hair and an even taller build. Then there were two, as they saw, and the little things finally ran off for their lives as Helga Battleaxe approached the side of her cousin.
"Still not van ov goblins mewch?" asked Olga.
"Yja. Vill neet to thin'zm in these lants it volt seem," replied Helga.
The little elf companion just groaned upon hearing two people with such thick accents. She tried to comprehend how it's even possible that the cosmos can be this cruel in its humor.
This version of Lady Sif of the Warriors Three best represents Helga, though Helga is heavier in muscle and taller.
Height: 6'6
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Raven Black
Eyes: Steely Grey
Ethnic Group: Illuskan
Helga Battleaxe has entered the lands of Cormyr at the behest of her cousin. The general call made by Olga was to invite more than one family member, but only Helga has arrived. Now the Tempuran has big boots to fill when she travels, and helps provide support for the lands stability and saftey agaisnt monsterous forces. The Battleaxe line has always believed in morally correct approaches in combat, and demonstrate this philosophy by giving courtesy to weaker foes, never harming anything peaceful in nature, and never attacking anything too young to fight. These are but few of the values Helga holds to heart as she strives to make Tempus proud.
More goblins began to swarm towards Olga and her companion with their little daggers and small swords in hand. It was meant to just be a simple walk to Greatgaunt! But the little bastards were all over the road today, and likely no thanks to adventurers causing their arousal in attempting to flank passer-byers for materials or kidnaping. The poor things chose poorly this time around.
Olga couldn't help but laugh at the things as they began to scurrey together, in near fright, as they saw what the Champion did to but one goblin. "I give ju all chance to sorrentar to Olga! Honestly...go roon avay vit jor lives. Jor beneath me!" Following the courtesy speech Olga's little companion just giggled. Growling and shouting were heard from the tribe of goblins and then began to surround the pair in an attempt to overwhelm. Onward they charged...
To those that know Olga, when she identifies a foe as beneath her, she never actually kills them. The one face first into the dirt will probably have a bad headache in the morning, but he'll survive nonetheless. This Champion of Tempus hides a level of power within her that few adventurers are able to achieve, but perhaps this can be contested in the wonderful lands of Cormyr, now Olga's adopted homelands with her mate. Regardless of comparisons, Olga never-to-rarely awakens her inner strengths and spells without very good reason to do so these days, enjoying a more tranquil life with her beloved.
The scuffling began, Olga swinging an arm left, and another foot right, twisting to punt, kick, and punch goblins about the road and away from her and her little companion that weaved expertly between Olga's motions. The poor little thinigs just wimpered and held their faces or sides as they rolled away from the strong blows, but yet again gathered together in an amusing huddle to try and replan their approach. Olga laughed.
It wasn't too long into the goblins newly calculated plan that thunder was heard in the skies, the rain beginning to form again, and a terrifying whirling whiz of something buzzing through the air came thundering it's way into the goblin group. One got hit square in the chest by the flying object and was taken off the ground to fly several feet into the air. A battleaxe lodged in it's chest and pulsing a golden hue along the sharp edges.
Olga and her mate turned to look where the object flew from, and as they turned the once-flying axe shot right back into the hands of it's owner by a one word command, "Ragnarok." In turn Olga just smiled a bit upon seeing her cousin finally having entered the lands of Cormyr.
The frightened goblins saw the second warrior, a near identical image of Olga, though with black hair and an even taller build. Then there were two, as they saw, and the little things finally ran off for their lives as Helga Battleaxe approached the side of her cousin.
"Still not van ov goblins mewch?" asked Olga.
"Yja. Vill neet to thin'zm in these lants it volt seem," replied Helga.
The little elf companion just groaned upon hearing two people with such thick accents. She tried to comprehend how it's even possible that the cosmos can be this cruel in its humor.
This version of Lady Sif of the Warriors Three best represents Helga, though Helga is heavier in muscle and taller.
Height: 6'6
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Raven Black
Eyes: Steely Grey
Ethnic Group: Illuskan
Helga Battleaxe has entered the lands of Cormyr at the behest of her cousin. The general call made by Olga was to invite more than one family member, but only Helga has arrived. Now the Tempuran has big boots to fill when she travels, and helps provide support for the lands stability and saftey agaisnt monsterous forces. The Battleaxe line has always believed in morally correct approaches in combat, and demonstrate this philosophy by giving courtesy to weaker foes, never harming anything peaceful in nature, and never attacking anything too young to fight. These are but few of the values Helga holds to heart as she strives to make Tempus proud.