Entering, he finds the fortress is indeed occupied. Human soldiers in the same uniform as the woman on the wall mingle with assorted others, some armored but many appearing to be civilians. There are humans among them, and a handful of elves, but most of them are orcs and goblins. At the moment, he does not see any other trolls.
He attempts to find a suitable place to perform his singing act
Sylvester finds his way into the courtyard at the center of the fortress. There is a good amount of open space here, as well as a number of people mingling about and going about their daily work.
He attempts to find a suitable place to perform his singing act
Sylvester finds his way into the courtyard at the center of the fortress. There is a good amount of open space here, as well as a number of people mingling about and going about their daily work.
....He starts things off by playing some light, what in our world would be considered to be French-style accordion
Sylvester finds his way into the courtyard at the center of the fortress. There is a good amount of open space here, as well as a number of people mingling about and going about their daily work.
....He starts things off by playing some light, what in our world would be considered to be French-style accordion
A few people stop briefly to listen, but most seem to be busy.
A few people stop briefly to listen, but most seem to be busy.
He is content with the attention he's obtained thus far, and begins to sing melodic and soothing songs.
A handful more stop to listen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches movement at the far end of the courtyard. What he had taken to be a pile of rags in the corner now reveals itself to be a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages. His left arm is missing.
He is content with the attention he's obtained thus far, and begins to sing melodic and soothing songs.
A handful more stop to listen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches movement at the far end of the courtyard. What he had taken to be a pile of rags in the corner now reveals itself to be a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages. His left arm is missing.
He notices but attempts to keep the music going. He decides to go in a sentimental direction with his next songs, singing on the subjects of perseverance in the face of adversity.
A handful more stop to listen. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches movement at the far end of the courtyard. What he had taken to be a pile of rags in the corner now reveals itself to be a very filthy man, dressed in a bundle of tattered clothing, with long, matted black hair and a matching beard. His scalp and right arm are enshrouded with thick, yellowed bandages. His left arm is missing.
He notices but attempts to keep the music going. He decides to go in a sentimental direction with his next songs, singing on the subjects of perseverance in the face of adversity.
The man watches for a few minutes with his black eyes before turning over and returning to his stillness.
More people gather around Sylvester. None of them see to pay the man in rags any mind, and Sylvester quickly forgets about his presence.
Azril realizes it's about to escape. Desperately, he lunges himself toward the Wyrm to stab at its belly.
Anzo, Stig, and Melisende join him, trying desperately to get in a few more attacks as it disappears deeper into the sand.
Before they are able to have much effect, however, the Sand Wyrm is gone beneath the sand. Everything is still for a moment. The only sounds are the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the muttered words of Liam, Alinor, and Visnja as they work to heal the injured and bring them to safety. Then the ground shifts slightly and sand explodes from the center of the room. When the sand settles slightly, Ninoslava, Melisende, Goatie, Jednook, Anzo, Stig, Azril, and Lucas can see the Sand Wyrm charging directly at them, jaws wide.
Anzo, Stig, and Melisende join him, trying desperately to get in a few more attacks as it disappears deeper into the sand.
Before they are able to have much effect, however, the Sand Wyrm is gone beneath the sand. Everything is still for a moment. The only sounds are the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the muttered words of Liam, Alinor, and Visnja as they work to heal the injured and bring them to safety. Then the ground shifts slightly and sand explodes from the center of the room. When the sand settles slightly, Ninoslava, Melisende, Goatie, Jednook, Anzo, Stig, Azril, and Lucas can see the Sand Wyrm charging directly at them, jaws wide.
'Sh-shoot in its mouth! Shoot in its mouth!!!!' yells Goatie, waving his arms as he utters the first logical thing that comes to mind. He then flings his dagger into the approaching beast's open jaws.
He notices but attempts to keep the music going. He decides to go in a sentimental direction with his next songs, singing on the subjects of perseverance in the face of adversity.
The man watches for a few minutes with his black eyes before turning over and returning to his stillness.
More people gather around Sylvester. None of them see to pay the man in rags any mind, and Sylvester quickly forgets about his presence.
Sylvester remembers the man's presence and calls the man out once he's done singing his current song.
You don't get to control my characters' behavior
"Ho there good sir! What would you like me to sing next?"
Before they are able to have much effect, however, the Sand Wyrm is gone beneath the sand. Everything is still for a moment. The only sounds are the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the muttered words of Liam, Alinor, and Visnja as they work to heal the injured and bring them to safety. Then the ground shifts slightly and sand explodes from the center of the room. When the sand settles slightly, Ninoslava, Melisende, Goatie, Jednook, Anzo, Stig, Azril, and Lucas can see the Sand Wyrm charging directly at them, jaws wide.
'Sh-shoot in its mouth! Shoot in its mouth!!!!' yells Goatie, waving his arms as he utters the first logical thing that comes to mind. He then flings his dagger into the approaching beast's open jaws.
'Sh-shoot in its mouth! Shoot in its mouth!!!!' yells Goatie, waving his arms as he utters the first logical thing that comes to mind. He then flings his dagger into the approaching beast's open jaws.
Azril thrusts his sword forward, kneels down and jabs his sword up into the Sand Wyrm's bottom jaw just as it comes for him.
The rest of the soldiers follow his lead as they all rush in to attack together. As they strike at its jaws, they pin it to the ground. It thrashes about, swiping at them with its claws and tail, but it seems to be desperate at this point and suffering greatly.
