This weapon might be of use after being repaired. Let's take this axe and retrieve the gems from those statues and that tablet with the strange runes as well.
You fought admirably today Arlon. I think soon you will be capable of hunting on your own, but I would steer clear of these ruins. I hate to imagine the thought of you trapped alone in some cave.
As Hunding gathers what he needs and takes a short rest, he heads outside the ruins, he is immediately blinded by the sun. He looks to Arlon and says "Cursed sun, let us put out that torch and I will stow it in my bag." As Hunding extinguishes the torch and gives it a second to cool down he looks over to Arlon and sees a look of fear on his face. Turning around, Hunding sees large black smoke coming from where the caravan was located. Not thinking thoroughly, Hunding grabs his handaxe and shield then dashes frantically to the caravan.
As Hunding approaches the caravan he can hear the screams of of people and can start to see some of the wagons on fire! There are two men in front of him chasing a member of the caravan. Hunding recognizes those cloaks, BLACK RIDERS.
If you choose to attack, you have advantage as they are distracted attacking someone.
Hunding roars: You lecherous bastards. These people were no threat to you. You could have just robbed them but instead you stain the land with these hideous acts of violence. You will soon know the cold terror of eminent death
I see that Gery Cyne is content with hiring canon fodder these days. You should pray to your gods that your death comes swiftly (Hunding attacks Dark rider 1 feel free to continue controlling Arlon).
(In some part of his mind Hunding cries out, “Good shot my boy now run...save yourself” but these words never escape his mouth. Instead he utters in a low growl) at last I will shake hands with god of death my one true friend. (Smiling) Come walk that road with me my brother (attacking).
As Hunding turns around he sees the Dark Rider stab Arlon straight through the chest. As the long sword is removed, blood begins rushing out, with no inkling of stopping. Hunding, is ENRAGED beyond sense at the sight of this!
(please consider yourself enraged for the rest of the battle)
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(A spark of life momentarily returns to Hundings face) Arlon my boy I have failed you. (muttering) The god of death will be very pleased today. The loss of a loved one gives him great pleasure. (Turning to Dark Rider 2) Come and join me in the dance (attacking).
As Hunding takes the blow across his chest, time seems to slow to a crawl. His knees buckle and his body falls. "No" he thinks "He can't get away with th-."
Cold... Dark.. No! No, I cannot die, not today. I must survive, surely there must be a way. I must have revenge.
"REVENGE?" a voice echos "You don't have the strength for revenge." Hunding frantically looks around for the source of the voice and then he sees him. "Wait, is that me?" he thinks. "No, not quite." The figure laughs and says "Surprised? You thought you let me die that day, but I live as long as you live. Which, by the way, great job of doing that. I can't believe how pathetic you are now. When you abandoned me, you killed us both. Not immediately, but slowly. That woman was a poison that made you weak. We could of been much stronger, but instead here we are dying in the sands."
"No." Hunding says "You are wrong. She saved me."
"Did she now?" the figure replies "But you can't do the same for her. Pathetic. Ah it seems to be about that time."
"What do y---" A loud deafening bang echoes
The figure looks at him deeply and says to Hunding "Don't forget why you became me long ago."
And before Hunding could say anything in response everything began to hurt and ache.
Hunding slowly opens his eyes. His vision still red. His ears still ringing. Something raises his head. His vision still blurry he can see a face moving. Hunding squints. His vision is becoming clearer. The ringing slowly deafens. He hears voices.
"---alive. I can't believe it. My friend." The man says
"Friend?" Hunding thinks. He looks closely at the face. White, long hair neatly coiffured to reveal a long, anguished face. Bulging black eyes, set wickedly within their sockets. He is eyeing Hunding affectionately. A sword left a mark stretching from the bottom of the left cheek , first running towards thin lips and ending on his chin. "I recognizes this face" Hunding thought "it is Falter Carde from the Dark Riders."
Falter Carde you old son of a whore. I see you aren’t dead yet...disappointing. If you are here to do your business let us be about it then. I would much prefer your knives to tiresome drivel.
This weapon might be of use after being repaired. Let's take this axe and retrieve the gems from those statues and that tablet with the strange runes as well.
You fought admirably today Arlon. I think soon you will be capable of hunting on your own, but I would steer clear of these ruins. I hate to imagine the thought of you trapped alone in some cave.
As Hunding gathers what he needs and takes a short rest, he heads outside the ruins, he is immediately blinded by the sun. He looks to Arlon and says "Cursed sun, let us put out that torch and I will stow it in my bag." As Hunding extinguishes the torch and gives it a second to cool down he looks over to Arlon and sees a look of fear on his face. Turning around, Hunding sees large black smoke coming from where the caravan was located. Not thinking thoroughly, Hunding grabs his handaxe and shield then dashes frantically to the caravan.
As Hunding approaches the caravan he can hear the screams of of people and can start to see some of the wagons on fire! There are two men in front of him chasing a member of the caravan. Hunding recognizes those cloaks, BLACK RIDERS.
If you choose to attack, you have advantage as they are distracted attacking someone.
Hunding roars: You lecherous bastards. These people were no threat to you. You could have just robbed them but instead you stain the land with these hideous acts of violence. You will soon know the cold terror of eminent death
Attack: 24 Damage: 4
Arlon attacks Dark Rider 2 Attack: 16 Damage: 6
Hunding slashes Dark Rider 1 for 4 damage and Arlon shoots the other dark rider for 6 points of damage!
Hunding 18
Arlon 10
DR1 11
DR2 16
I see that Gery Cyne is content with hiring canon fodder these days. You should pray to your gods that your death comes swiftly (Hunding attacks Dark rider 1 feel free to continue controlling Arlon).
Attack: 10 Damage: 8
Dark Rider 2 with an arrow lodged in him, runs at Arlon and attacks with a long sword
Attack: 20 Damage: 6
Arlon takes 6 points of damage!
Dark Rider 1 dodges Hunding's attack and swings his long sword at him
Attack: 23 Damage: 13
Hunding gets sliced extremely deeply for 13 points of damage! He is barely standing!!
Arlon seeing his father get hit, fires frantically at Dark Rider 1
Attack: 16 Damage: 3
The arrow strikes Dark Rider 1 in the back as Arlon yells "I got him Dad!"
Recap
Hunding: Taken 13 damage
Arlon: Taken 6 damage
Dark Rider 1: Taken 7 damage
Dark Rider 2: Taken 6 damage
(In some part of his mind Hunding cries out, “Good shot my boy now run...save yourself” but these words never escape his mouth. Instead he utters in a low growl) at last I will shake hands with god of death my one true friend. (Smiling) Come walk that road with me my brother (attacking).
Attack: 24 Damage: 8
Hunding with a bit of fight still left in him, cuts down Dark Rider 1. He is defeated!
Dark Rider 2 attacks Arlon again
Attack: 15 Damage: 9
As Hunding turns around he sees the Dark Rider stab Arlon straight through the chest. As the long sword is removed, blood begins rushing out, with no inkling of stopping. Hunding, is ENRAGED beyond sense at the sight of this!
(please consider yourself enraged for the rest of the battle)
(A spark of life momentarily returns to Hundings face) Arlon my boy I have failed you. (muttering) The god of death will be very pleased today. The loss of a loved one gives him great pleasure. (Turning to Dark Rider 2) Come and join me in the dance (attacking).
Attack: 18 Damage: 10
Attack: 12 Damage: 9
The Dark Rider attacks Hunding
Attack: 17 Damage: 7
As Hunding takes the blow across his chest, time seems to slow to a crawl. His knees buckle and his body falls. "No" he thinks "He can't get away with th-."
Cold... Dark.. No! No, I cannot die, not today. I must survive, surely there must be a way. I must have revenge.
"REVENGE?" a voice echos "You don't have the strength for revenge." Hunding frantically looks around for the source of the voice and then he sees him. "Wait, is that me?" he thinks. "No, not quite." The figure laughs and says "Surprised? You thought you let me die that day, but I live as long as you live. Which, by the way, great job of doing that. I can't believe how pathetic you are now. When you abandoned me, you killed us both. Not immediately, but slowly. That woman was a poison that made you weak. We could of been much stronger, but instead here we are dying in the sands."
"No." Hunding says "You are wrong. She saved me."
"Did she now?" the figure replies "But you can't do the same for her. Pathetic. Ah it seems to be about that time."
"What do y---" A loud deafening bang echoes
The figure looks at him deeply and says to Hunding "Don't forget why you became me long ago."
And before Hunding could say anything in response everything began to hurt and ache.
Hunding slowly opens his eyes. His vision still red. His ears still ringing. Something raises his head. His vision still blurry he can see a face moving. Hunding squints. His vision is becoming clearer. The ringing slowly deafens. He hears voices.
"---alive. I can't believe it. My friend." The man says
"Friend?" Hunding thinks. He looks closely at the face. White, long hair neatly coiffured to reveal a long, anguished face. Bulging black eyes, set wickedly within their sockets. He is eyeing Hunding affectionately. A sword left a mark stretching from the bottom of the left cheek , first running towards thin lips and ending on his chin. "I recognizes this face" Hunding thought "it is Falter Carde from the Dark Riders."
Falter Carde you old son of a whore. I see you aren’t dead yet...disappointing. If you are here to do your business let us be about it then. I would much prefer your knives to tiresome drivel.