Author: Qannik, Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2016 2:43 PM, Post Subject: Pot Shots [Event, Open, R]

She was more of a watcher than a fighter, so Qannik busied herself bringing hot drinks and food to the people defending the city.  While her tribe of the Rafandi had been among the last to seek refuge, they had also brought the most up to date work on the attacks in the tundra.  And those words had helped the Hiafae prepared a better defense.  But the young woman was still unsettled, there was something far too organized about the attacks. 

But she mulled over what she had seen as she walked, carrying a kettle of hot onion broth mixed with reis and vegetables.  It was something to fill the stomach, and keep the defenders warm from the inside out.  The outlanders were easy to spot, they looked the coldest, even while huddling around the fires and bundled in furs.  But Qannik had grown up in the ice and snow, this felt like a normal day to her. 

The young woman paused next to an elf, one with a bow.  "Why do you apologize to them?  They're attacking my people and the ones who live here.  We didn't ask for this," she said in the tongue of Adeluna.  She was one of the few Rafandi that could speak it within her small tribal group, but she was finding others here as well.  And this was the perfect time for some practice.

Author: Edge, Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2016 7:49 AM, Post Subject: Pot Shots [Event, Open, R]

Lyean at first couldn't fathom what would have possessed his distant kin to establish a colony on this frozen rock as he tightened the cloak around himself more as to withstand the cold. But then again seeing how the drow had been able to adept, it was no surprise that they were more suited for this terrain than him who preferred the warmer Endapano. Half tired, he wished that he had gather more sleep on the boat ride here as it would be terrible to fall asleep under the conditions he was in, hiding behind a makeshift barricade while waiting for the enemy to strike. Elves of different types may dislike the other, but at least they all seemingly despise goblins and orcs more. Lifting his bow, Lyean peeked up from the rubble and scanned the area ahead. He couldn't see much around much less any goblins to skewer.

How long had it been? He figured that he had been in Hiadref for about a day and been on guard watch since he'd arrived. Not much action took place from the eastern side where he currently was; perhaps a few goblins and an orc made their way over there were were essentially aiming dummies for him. Speaking of which, violet eyes noticed some movement from the woods nearby. His fingers went to work as they draw along the string of his bow and he watched a small group of five slowly come out from the woodline. Lyean could only imagine that they were scouts like the others, and like those before them, they wouldn’t be arriving alive to report to their commanders. Withdrawing an fire arrow, Lyean followed their movement and aimed, waiting for them to move far enough away from the protection of the trees before he delivered it swiftly to the goblin in the back. Taking advantage of the short time before they would notice their now dead comrade, he shot out another one to the goblin in the back now. By the time the rest had noticed, the third had been taken out and the remaining two were now fleeing.

Lyean shook his head and drew out a lightning arrow this time and aimed for the one closest to the woods and shot it dead. The last one was frantically running to escape his fate and was just meters away from the trees as Lyean shot out an arrow right in front of it, hitting its leg. The screams from it as it collapsed face first into the snow and was trying to crawl its way to safety was silenced as he aimed his next one into its head. “Sorry, didn’t want to make you suffer. Thought I could kill you beforehand”, he spoke, not out of any sort of malicious but as a matter of fact. He didn’t hate the enemy, but he surely wasn’t going to allow them to keep on doing as they saw fit, especially towards his distant relatives. Now he just had to keep staying warm before he would die from the cold rather than from the enemy.