Post by La Gama Blanca on Dec 6, 2015 13:12:02 GMT -5
WWWOORSSHH! The toilet bowl swirled counter-clockwise, carrying the bodily fluids deposited there off to to abyss. La Gama had only ever known toilets that emptied clockwise, so you can imagine his memorization at this new direction in his life had taken. It was a nice reprieve from the downward spiral he had been on otherwise. First Dustin Beaver, now Bernard Core; maybe he should've just taken his moment of fame at the hands of Kyle Kemp and then return to the mini luchador circuit back in Mexico. At least there he was appreciated. Here . . . well the fact that he was observing the directional motion of a toilet just goes to show how his time here in the WCF has gone thus far.
Stepping onto the stool so he can reach the sink, he washes away with the thoughts along with the possible bacteria--heaven forbid--that might've have climbed onto his hands from his brief contact with his extremities. It was a pristine room, with tile and marble galore. A private bathroom fit for a king, yet inhabited by him instead. And what was the price he paid for it, he wondered not for the first time? Aligning with a man who had yet to be seen since their fateful crossing of paths. Lord Jenson had deemed him a friend, a man he needed, and then left him alone since he had arrived on the man's island. A grand place, a place where he could have whatever he desired, but still lacking the connection that had brought him there. He was Lord Jenson's companion and thus far, he hadn't even been given a chance to pursue it. No, he was left to his own devices and, if Dustin and Bernard had proven anything, he needed a little more direction in his life. Maybe this week would make the difference when the pair, the League of LARPing made their official debut.
At the expense of Graybeard, the rogue wizard, and the animal tamer Stampy. Yes, let them pay the price for once, not he.
With a turn of the turn of the knob, clockwise in case you were wondering, the constant stream of water ceased, the last of its released liquid disappearing down the drain. Drying his hands off on a fine woolen towel, La Gama exits the bathroom into his spacious bedroom, noticing the discrepency immediately. On his end table was a slip of parchment with a strange symbol hovering over top of it. Approaching cautiously, La Gama picks it up and scans the contents.
La Gama held the parchment still for a moment, before nodding. He had been looking for a chance, a real chance, to prove his worth. This was that chance. Find the wizard, have him perform the spell, and then alongside Lord Jenson show the tag team division that LoL wasn't a joking matter. Quest Accepted.
Now he just needed to find his axe.
This Iron, horned helmet provided little in armor and it heavily impaired his vision, but damn did La Gama think he looked cool with it on.
It didn't impair his vision enough, though, to prevent him from getting a good look at the destination ahead of him. He was crouching atop a hill looking down at the black tower, looking for its defenses and weakpoints. He could on see a single gate on the side of the perimeter wall, a weak obstacle for this master of lockpicking. From this far, he could see guard dogs wandering the courtyard, little more than slight deterrents to the real goal. As to the interior layout of the tower itself, none of the words he knew yielded x-ray vision. Still, it was safe to assume he was going up once inside.
In other words, this should be a piece of cake.
"Let's go," La Gama said over to his shoulder to Amy who was playing the part of housecarl today; she wore her signature Steel armor with the goat fur as padding around the shoulders and chest, a greatsword strapped to her back. Simplistic but efficient. La Gama, meanwhile, went for a more showy look with his full suit of glass armor and Daedric bow (oh and the Iron helmet mentioned earlier, for reasons of homage to an earlier level). He could tell that Amy didn't like the vast difference between their equipment, but La Gama couldn't help it; not everyone could be Dragonborn.
A HUD appears on the bottom of the screen as the pair set off for the tower at a full-sprint because screw stealth. By the time they reached the gate, his green stamina bar had been depleted, leading to heavy breathing and groaning for a few seconds before it began to refill. In that interim period, La Gama works on the lock of the gate while Amy idly stands around until, after a few moments, the gates swing open. The pair drop into a crouch as they pass through into the complex.
DETECTED flashes across the top of the feed as one of the dogs lifts its head, sniffing the air; La Gama downs him with a Dwemer arrow through the head, gaining that multiplier bonus for a sneak attack. The new found corpse doesn't escape the notice of the remaining two dogs who growl menacingly before launching into an attack against the pair. It might have intimidated a much younger, lower level La Gama Blanca, but not today. No, he throws his bow over his shoulder and holds his hands out, two swirls of his magicka in the element of fire forming. He combines them into a single massive fireball that sears the leaping dog while Amy lops the head off the third with a swing of her greatsword. And then the doors of the tower open as the head guard, an animal tamer, steps out into the courtyard.
"You . . . you killed my pets." He looks as if he tries to form more words, but only a guttural scream escapes instead. Then drawing a massive hammer, he launches himself towards La Gama with surprising speed. What he didn't realize that La Gama was much, much faster. "Wuld. Nah. Kest." The final of words is released the moment the hammer comes crashing down atop La Gama, though he wasn't there anymore. He had suddenly launched himself twenty feet ahead of him, drawing his bow the moment he stopped moving. His arrow flies strong and true implanting itself between the eyes of the big man. He falls like a log, his hammer crashing to the ground.
La Gama moves over to the hammer, a fine example of Nordic craftmanship. He tries to lift it but it was too heavy for him, so he calls to Amy. "I want you to hold on to this for me."
Amy rolls her eyes as she picks it up. "I am sworn to carry your burdens," she says with a heavy hint of bitterness behind her words.
"Shut up, Amy, and stay here. I'll go fetch the wizard." And with that, La Gama depletes his stamina bar once running to the tower and through the doors. He ascends the generic looking tower, with a layout similar to all the other towers he had climbed, until he reached the top of it where two wizards awaited him. The first toiled over an alchemy station in ragged robes, marking him as the Drummond that he sought. The other wizard, wearing a black robe with a long, Nordic beard, began to rise from his desk. La Gama didn't have time to deal with him right now, though.
"Fus Ro Dah, bitch."
The power of his voice throws the wizard flying backwards, out of the open doors to the balcony and over the edge, falling to his certain doom. Man that was always satisfying.
"Drummond, I've been tasked to retrieve you," La Gama says casually to the stunned mage, as if it was normal for this little man to just up and blow his master over the edge of a tower.
"What do you require of me," he asked sheepishly.
"I've been told you that you can perform a reverse summoning spell. It seems we've been having problems with otherworldly creatures."
Drummond looks around, accepting the change of his current situation. "I was hoping to be just let free, actually. Ever since I was imprisoned here, I haven't had any rest from this alchemy station. The Graybeard mage really loved his Potions of Fortitude.
La Gama sniggers. "Yes, I bet they helped with the sex life, keeping the wand up and everything. But nevertheless, we need one spell from you and then you can go on your way. Or you know, you could stay and work for us. We over overtime pay and a retirement plan for aspiring mages."
Drummond shakes his head at such a blatant break of character, but shrugs. "Very well. Let's go cast out a Daedra."
And with that, the scene abruptly fades out.
Two weeks and two losses. A streak like that can be a little disconcerting, can't it? Especially someone like my size, someone of my stature here in the WCF. People saw me tapping out to Bernard Core and think "did I expect anything more?" This man cannot hold his own in the ring, cannot win a match to save his life. What did Andre Jenson actually see in this kid?
Well this Sunday, we find out. LoL vs the odd combination of Stampy and Graybeard. Should be interesting, to say the least.
Now, the little cosplay of the Elder Scrolls franchise wasn't just my weekly "nerd-out session," in case anyone was wondering. Deep down, it was a representation of how I think this match will go. Take Stampy for example, the lovable animal tamer of the tower. The man is no doubt fast for someone his size, a force to be reckoned with, but he's not fast enough. I have fought men bigger than me all my career, so I learned long ago to duck and weave through the crowd. And this week won't be any different. You're going to try and keep up with me and I'm going to run literal circles around you. And then, when you're trying to figure out where I ended up, you're going to eat a critical strike between the eyes.
And then I'm going to throw your partner off the top of a tower.
Just kidding, Graybeard, I'm not sadistic. But I am someone not looking to waste times in fights that I know I'm capable of winning. So give me the opportunity to take you out the picture like you were taken out last week, unable to break the submission I was trapped in; give me that and I'll take it. Because I'm not looking to be dominant, or the best in the match. This isn't a singles match, but the opening statement to the saga known as LoL. And those lines will not read "after their loss to Stumpy and Gray." Not on my watch.
I'll see you two Sunday, at least for the short amount of time to move onto greater things. Good luck.
Stepping onto the stool so he can reach the sink, he washes away with the thoughts along with the possible bacteria--heaven forbid--that might've have climbed onto his hands from his brief contact with his extremities. It was a pristine room, with tile and marble galore. A private bathroom fit for a king, yet inhabited by him instead. And what was the price he paid for it, he wondered not for the first time? Aligning with a man who had yet to be seen since their fateful crossing of paths. Lord Jenson had deemed him a friend, a man he needed, and then left him alone since he had arrived on the man's island. A grand place, a place where he could have whatever he desired, but still lacking the connection that had brought him there. He was Lord Jenson's companion and thus far, he hadn't even been given a chance to pursue it. No, he was left to his own devices and, if Dustin and Bernard had proven anything, he needed a little more direction in his life. Maybe this week would make the difference when the pair, the League of LARPing made their official debut.
At the expense of Graybeard, the rogue wizard, and the animal tamer Stampy. Yes, let them pay the price for once, not he.
With a turn of the turn of the knob, clockwise in case you were wondering, the constant stream of water ceased, the last of its released liquid disappearing down the drain. Drying his hands off on a fine woolen towel, La Gama exits the bathroom into his spacious bedroom, noticing the discrepency immediately. On his end table was a slip of parchment with a strange symbol hovering over top of it. Approaching cautiously, La Gama picks it up and scans the contents.
| I've discovered the location of a wizard by the name of Drummond who may be able to perform this reverse summoning spell I mentioned earlier in the week. He's being held in a tower devoted to the mass production of addictive potions and brews and is heavily guarded, so I require your assistance to break him free. Do you accept? ~Amy |
La Gama held the parchment still for a moment, before nodding. He had been looking for a chance, a real chance, to prove his worth. This was that chance. Find the wizard, have him perform the spell, and then alongside Lord Jenson show the tag team division that LoL wasn't a joking matter. Quest Accepted.
Now he just needed to find his axe.
This Iron, horned helmet provided little in armor and it heavily impaired his vision, but damn did La Gama think he looked cool with it on.
It didn't impair his vision enough, though, to prevent him from getting a good look at the destination ahead of him. He was crouching atop a hill looking down at the black tower, looking for its defenses and weakpoints. He could on see a single gate on the side of the perimeter wall, a weak obstacle for this master of lockpicking. From this far, he could see guard dogs wandering the courtyard, little more than slight deterrents to the real goal. As to the interior layout of the tower itself, none of the words he knew yielded x-ray vision. Still, it was safe to assume he was going up once inside.
In other words, this should be a piece of cake.
"Let's go," La Gama said over to his shoulder to Amy who was playing the part of housecarl today; she wore her signature Steel armor with the goat fur as padding around the shoulders and chest, a greatsword strapped to her back. Simplistic but efficient. La Gama, meanwhile, went for a more showy look with his full suit of glass armor and Daedric bow (oh and the Iron helmet mentioned earlier, for reasons of homage to an earlier level). He could tell that Amy didn't like the vast difference between their equipment, but La Gama couldn't help it; not everyone could be Dragonborn.
A HUD appears on the bottom of the screen as the pair set off for the tower at a full-sprint because screw stealth. By the time they reached the gate, his green stamina bar had been depleted, leading to heavy breathing and groaning for a few seconds before it began to refill. In that interim period, La Gama works on the lock of the gate while Amy idly stands around until, after a few moments, the gates swing open. The pair drop into a crouch as they pass through into the complex.
DETECTED flashes across the top of the feed as one of the dogs lifts its head, sniffing the air; La Gama downs him with a Dwemer arrow through the head, gaining that multiplier bonus for a sneak attack. The new found corpse doesn't escape the notice of the remaining two dogs who growl menacingly before launching into an attack against the pair. It might have intimidated a much younger, lower level La Gama Blanca, but not today. No, he throws his bow over his shoulder and holds his hands out, two swirls of his magicka in the element of fire forming. He combines them into a single massive fireball that sears the leaping dog while Amy lops the head off the third with a swing of her greatsword. And then the doors of the tower open as the head guard, an animal tamer, steps out into the courtyard.
"You . . . you killed my pets." He looks as if he tries to form more words, but only a guttural scream escapes instead. Then drawing a massive hammer, he launches himself towards La Gama with surprising speed. What he didn't realize that La Gama was much, much faster. "Wuld. Nah. Kest." The final of words is released the moment the hammer comes crashing down atop La Gama, though he wasn't there anymore. He had suddenly launched himself twenty feet ahead of him, drawing his bow the moment he stopped moving. His arrow flies strong and true implanting itself between the eyes of the big man. He falls like a log, his hammer crashing to the ground.
La Gama moves over to the hammer, a fine example of Nordic craftmanship. He tries to lift it but it was too heavy for him, so he calls to Amy. "I want you to hold on to this for me."
Amy rolls her eyes as she picks it up. "I am sworn to carry your burdens," she says with a heavy hint of bitterness behind her words.
"Shut up, Amy, and stay here. I'll go fetch the wizard." And with that, La Gama depletes his stamina bar once running to the tower and through the doors. He ascends the generic looking tower, with a layout similar to all the other towers he had climbed, until he reached the top of it where two wizards awaited him. The first toiled over an alchemy station in ragged robes, marking him as the Drummond that he sought. The other wizard, wearing a black robe with a long, Nordic beard, began to rise from his desk. La Gama didn't have time to deal with him right now, though.
"Fus Ro Dah, bitch."
The power of his voice throws the wizard flying backwards, out of the open doors to the balcony and over the edge, falling to his certain doom. Man that was always satisfying.
"Drummond, I've been tasked to retrieve you," La Gama says casually to the stunned mage, as if it was normal for this little man to just up and blow his master over the edge of a tower.
"What do you require of me," he asked sheepishly.
"I've been told you that you can perform a reverse summoning spell. It seems we've been having problems with otherworldly creatures."
Drummond looks around, accepting the change of his current situation. "I was hoping to be just let free, actually. Ever since I was imprisoned here, I haven't had any rest from this alchemy station. The Graybeard mage really loved his Potions of Fortitude.
La Gama sniggers. "Yes, I bet they helped with the sex life, keeping the wand up and everything. But nevertheless, we need one spell from you and then you can go on your way. Or you know, you could stay and work for us. We over overtime pay and a retirement plan for aspiring mages."
Drummond shakes his head at such a blatant break of character, but shrugs. "Very well. Let's go cast out a Daedra."
And with that, the scene abruptly fades out.
Two weeks and two losses. A streak like that can be a little disconcerting, can't it? Especially someone like my size, someone of my stature here in the WCF. People saw me tapping out to Bernard Core and think "did I expect anything more?" This man cannot hold his own in the ring, cannot win a match to save his life. What did Andre Jenson actually see in this kid?
Well this Sunday, we find out. LoL vs the odd combination of Stampy and Graybeard. Should be interesting, to say the least.
Now, the little cosplay of the Elder Scrolls franchise wasn't just my weekly "nerd-out session," in case anyone was wondering. Deep down, it was a representation of how I think this match will go. Take Stampy for example, the lovable animal tamer of the tower. The man is no doubt fast for someone his size, a force to be reckoned with, but he's not fast enough. I have fought men bigger than me all my career, so I learned long ago to duck and weave through the crowd. And this week won't be any different. You're going to try and keep up with me and I'm going to run literal circles around you. And then, when you're trying to figure out where I ended up, you're going to eat a critical strike between the eyes.
And then I'm going to throw your partner off the top of a tower.
Just kidding, Graybeard, I'm not sadistic. But I am someone not looking to waste times in fights that I know I'm capable of winning. So give me the opportunity to take you out the picture like you were taken out last week, unable to break the submission I was trapped in; give me that and I'll take it. Because I'm not looking to be dominant, or the best in the match. This isn't a singles match, but the opening statement to the saga known as LoL. And those lines will not read "after their loss to Stumpy and Gray." Not on my watch.
I'll see you two Sunday, at least for the short amount of time to move onto greater things. Good luck.
