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Post by The Last Rockhammer on Jun 18, 2015 13:44:40 GMT -5
Year: Unknown The heavily armored man walked away from the burning corpse. His halberd covered in the smoldering flames of his enemy. His rage burned hotter then dragon fire. It was over. For now. He had a taste of revenge and it was bittersweet. He would taste it again. For Faerun was a large place, and there were many more dragons to slay. Let them all burn.  ((Image is not my artwork. Credit goes here: PIC ))
// These posts are glimpses of possible future events. They have not yet (or never will) come to pass. |
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Post by The Last Rockhammer on Jun 25, 2015 10:15:04 GMT -5
Year: 1379DR
"D'uh, what?", The Ettin looked down, a confounded look upon it's sloping brow.
Standing almost fifteen feet tall, the large creature wasn't used to seeing an enemy survive it's mighty blow. A direct hit from its spear should have gone through that steel. Barrick, however, didn't let the giant-kin hit him directly.
The armored man, twisting with the ettin's spear, let it deflect off his plate mail. The weapon clipped harmlessly off the ground as Barrick, continuing with his spin, fell to a knee and brought about his own pole arm: A savage-looking bardiche. The wickedly curved blade came about to bite at the two-headed monster's thigh.
The Ettins twin heads howled in pain. Leaving the spear in the ground, it swung it's other arm down, trying to squish the annoying human with a spiked club. Barrick sent the poleaxe into a single spin and and came up just in time, spearing the hand that wielded the club. With a quick flick of his wrists Barrick severed the tendons of the Ettin's hand and sent the club flying into the grass. Falling back, the giant started bringing the mangled limb up and away from the warrior, holding him at bay with a clumsy kick.
Barrick fell back a few paces and brought the pole arm back into balance, ready for another strike. Using his waist and a pivot he twirled the weapon around his body closely, spinning the blade around. The giant, distracted by the spinning steel, simply stared.
For a few heartbeats the weapon continued it's spin. The Ettin, it's blood now pouring freely from it's arm, began to look dizzy. It took a few steps toward it's foe, and then froze in shock. The man, seeing the Ettin's desperate situation, halted the momentum of the pole. Using it's length as leverage, he brought it up impossibly fast and impossibly far. He held the weapon by the end of it's long shaft, striking out much like a duelists lunge. The sharp point of the axe found the Ettin's heart, and drank it's blood.
The creature's bulk hit the grass with a dull thud, feeding the grass with it's lifeblood.
As Barrick caught his breath, he could help but chuckle. The large beast was tough... but it was a single foe, and now three more charged him.
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