The dagger's impact is weakened by the general's armor, but still hits its mark. Without reacting to either the dagger or the kick, the general gets to his feet, gripping his axe in both hands.
Karthon holds and circles the general, coming next to Kestrel. "How the heck do we beat this beast?"
The dagger's impact is weakened by the general's armor, but still hits its mark. Without reacting to either the dagger or the kick, the general gets to his feet, gripping his axe in both hands.
Karthon holds and circles the general, coming next to Kestrel. "How the heck do we beat this beast?"
Kestrel shrugs, drawing two more daggers from his clothing, "More daggers? I don't know." He chuckles and throws the knives at the general's shoulder and thigh. Then, drawing two more daggers, he charges to grapple the general, charging too fast for the general to stop him with his axe.
Kestrel shrugs, drawing two more daggers from his clothing, "More daggers? I don't know." He chuckles and throws the knives at the general's shoulder and thigh. Then, drawing two more daggers, he charges to grapple the general, charging too fast for the general to stop him with his axe.
The general laughs at Karthon's words, not reacting to the daggers.
Kestrel shrugs, drawing two more daggers from his clothing, "More daggers? I don't know." He chuckles and throws the knives at the general's shoulder and thigh. Then, drawing two more daggers, he charges to grapple the general, charging too fast for the general to stop him with his axe.
The general laughs at Karthon's words, not reacting to the daggers.
Kestrel pulls away quickly and scans the room and the general for anything magically altering the general's physique.
Kestrel shrugs, drawing two more daggers from his clothing, "More daggers? I don't know." He chuckles and throws the knives at the general's shoulder and thigh. Then, drawing two more daggers, he charges to grapple the general, charging too fast for the general to stop him with his axe.
The general laughs at Karthon's words, not reacting to the daggers.
*Tiberius Bowman swings his long iron staff at the general's head. Arrows are shot at the mirror.*
The general laughs at Karthon's words, not reacting to the daggers.
*Tiberius Bowman swings his long iron staff at the general's head. Arrows are shot at the mirror.*
Tiberius Bowman is near an entirely different part of the battle, unable to see anything happening inside the tent, and unaware that anything is happening inside the tent.
*Tiberius Bowman swings his long iron staff at the general's head. Arrows are shot at the mirror.*
Tiberius Bowman is near an entirely different part of the battle, unable to see anything happening inside the tent, and unaware that anything is happening inside the tent.
Tiberius Bowman is near an entirely different part of the battle, unable to see anything happening inside the tent, and unaware that anything is happening inside the tent.
*Tiberius had entered the tent.*
Tiberius could not have entered the tent because of the hundreds of enemy soldiers standing between him and it.
Tiberius could not have entered the tent because of the hundreds of enemy soldiers standing between him and it.
*Tiberius found his way safely, to the coward that doesn't want him to arrive.*
OOC: You can't just make things happen. If you want to get somewhere, you have to travel there. If there is something in the way, you have to overcome it. We can do that, but we have to roleplay it, it can't just happen. If you want to go to this tent, here is what you should say: Tiberius begins moving toward the tent. I will then tell you how the world responds, and we can go from there.
Sig by Sam
