Recruit Trainining with Colonel Mord Cabro
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OOC: Yep, apologies for holding this up so long, just as I said, lotta school to be catching up on
*/Ivor lets loose a well placed arrow now and again when "Crapstick" is called… not at a fevered pace, but only a decent and almost leisurely pace, taking more time on his shots, one arrow stabbing into the left thigh of a goblin, another hitting it straight on in the chest, and even another glancing off a shield of a different goblin and into the thick treeline. Ivor takes more care to note his surroundings for the group, peering around and listening between shots, looking back as Mord approaches and makes Devlin jump, smiling just a tad wryly to himself as he knocks another arrow to be loosed, noting the numbers...
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OOC: How many are left now, Skeet?
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Mord stalks not to quietly up behind Devlin and nods to him as he looks back. He shakes his head as Devlin lets out a shout then stands a moment to watch teh outcome.
((Okay, I know this is taking awhile but I am really enjoying the input from the trainees and trainer. Carry on.))
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Dwalin waited Farly choose the first target. Farly attacked a goblin with a club and shield that fell imediattely. Them the dwarfs attacked a goblin that seemed to be more experienced. Alfonso came by the flank and stoicked the goblin that screamed in pain. Dwalin ended goblin suffering with a axe in his head. There was to time for talking.
Ivor shouted 4 goblins comin, keep your positions..
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Devlin stands with a hand covering his mouth, holding in laughter as he watches the display. It seems more amusing that half the words that Ivor speaks cannot be understand then the way they are executing their tactic. Nonetheless, he remains silent, idly on guard observing the trainees go about taking the group of Goblins.
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Once again, apologies for being late
*/Alroighty then… Dwalin, Farly, get in position in ambush at tae tree line where I be talkin' boot. Dwalin, ye be goin' tae be tae target pointer, Farly ye be followin' in on 'its. Dwalin, ye essentially yell "CRAPSTICK!", 'n' then ya lay down a smackin' on wot is gonna be our target, 'n' then we follow, gut it?. Keep pickin' new targets after ye slay 'un.
Ivor points out the locations to them
Be ready, they'll be runnin' roight by tae trees and smack dab intae ya.
Ivor then motions to Tyler
Ye jus' sit 'hind them till tae greenskins start splatterin' 'part frum thar nasty 'ittins. After that starts, start stabbin' in on 'em, wotever tae two lumps 'o' mithral 'ere are concentratin' on.
Ivor then finally looks to Alfonse
Roight, Ye already know wot we be doin'… I will be noddin' a total 'o' foive toimes. On moi first nod, we move intae position, follow moi... a bit back some six paces or so. Moi second nod means draw 'n' aim. 'n' moi fifth nod means foire, meaning I be doin' a three count. Got it?
_Ivor grunts, then gives a nod to Alfonse, both moving back slowly from the treeline yet within firing sight of the group of goblins, motioning Alfonse along, until they're about seventy feet back from the goblins. With a nod, he motions to Alofonse to draw back the bowstring and pick his target. After a few moments, he starts nodding, counting down, until the final fifth nod. At that, they both fire, arrows flying. Ivor watches as his arrow flies overhead and thunks into the grass near one of the goblins, while Alfonse's arrow flies into the stomach of one of the bashers.
With a growl and a cry of rage, the group of goblins look around, spotting the two would be archers, then with a clattering of their weapons upon armor and shields, the goblins rush forward as they seek their opponents, saying mostly intelligible battle cries in the Goblin tongue.
As they finally just begin to rush, Ivor starts speaking again._
Alroight, reload reload… now wait fer it..... wait fer it...
Ivor watches for them to rush as he reloads taking aim… as they come within thirty feet, more than likely before they could get another shot off, Ivor finally yells to Alfonse:
Now run!
The two now run towards the tree-line where the rest of their group wait in ambush, the goblins coming at them and hot on their trail, only for the goblins to find that in their way two dwarfs standing tough and weapons already chopping in front of them as the goblins ran straight in… Alfonse and Ivor taking their positions behind the dwarves, Ivor knocking an arrow back, ready to fire on when the dwarves designate a target...
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I think everyone else can continue from here… Apologies to JSRB if I misused your character any.
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((Yes, please RP the actions of the goblins, unless of course a DM steps in and says otherwise. I trust you all, remember.. RPing faults in your character is always a good thing too.))
The goblins stand unaware of their attackers, a little over 40 or so feet beyond the the treeline, out of listening range from the training group. Devlin awaits for them to execute the plan they think is best, as he stands by idly, observing.
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OOC:Apologies for being a bit late, friend's 21st birthday… Anyhow... Skeet, I'm a bit confused as to how to proceed... I could go ahead and detail how we simply "kick their butt" and recover the third orb of power, taking over narfell in the process... or we could each hand off turn-for-turn actions... but again, do you want us to do goblins' actions?
Or do you want us to detail the starting actions for each of our own characters and you post the goblins' actions?
Just need that clarified, as this is a bit different than doing this IG
Also, how many feet (or meters, I can convert) are the group of goblins about from our to-be position right behind the edge of the tree line?
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Alfonso remains silent as Ivor proposes his plan, unslinging his bow as the hunter speaks. Then upon Devlin's challenge he nods to Ivor, a familiar smirk creeping up his face.
"Well, we is going with your plan?" he murmurs. I ready to sate town vengeance." His right fist, covered in steel gauntlet, gently touches the tip of an arrow tail and seems to be coaxing Ivor ahead.
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Devlin smiles as they answer… and he takes a few steps back, sliding out his axe, then resting on his shoulder idly.
"Oh, well... I sounds like you all have it planned out then. Show me what you can do... "
He waves a hand beyond the treeline, with that same resonating smile across his smug face.
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Dwalin nods to Farly
Aye, i think tis formation will werk good. We wait Ivor find and identify our enemies, bring dem ta our dwarven wall, and dem attack: me and Farly in tee front, Alfonso flanking and Ivor kin use his bow.
Dwalin looks to Devlin waiting the next order
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// ok o k fine but when is come down to it i stick with my above post :lol:
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((I am not really sure what Ivor said above so if I repeat, sorry.))
Purty much what ye sayed Devlin. Iron Knuckles and meself will be in the front with our feet planted firmly. We'll make ourselfs inta a small Dwarven wall. We'll overlap our sheilds a bit and use our bigger bodies ta dictate the movement o the lil skinny goblins. As we turn em a bit ta the side, this will allow Alfonso and Ivor free shots at em from the side. Does nay matter ifn Dwalin and I be hittin em much or nay, as long as we keep em goin where we want em goin. Ifn any o them break away ta go after Alfonso or Ivor, it'll leave Dwalin or meself with an openin ta git in a good hit and be sure we'll be takin that openin and hittin hard.
Purty simple ey?
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@535b25cd8b=IvorPantheras:
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OOC: Er… Hen... Don't think we've started attacking yet >,> I think we're still on "Quiz Time". Or I might have mis-interpreted Skeet.((Correct, at this point I am only asking you guys what your approach would be in this situation))
Devlin nods toward Ivor, with a slight smile about his face.
"Very interesting. I like the idea, very well thought out. I would be interested in seeing the lot of you pull it off. But, beforehand, are there any other ideas before we get started?"
Devlin looks over the bunch as they stand at the ready behind the trees, making a note in his log.
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OOC: Er… Hen... Don't think we've started attacking yet >,> I think we're still on "Quiz Time". Or I might have mis-interpreted Skeet.
*/Ivor grunts, checking the tracks slowly to see if he can see if there's any others that lie within screaming range of the group of corrupted goblins, before peering around and listening closely (result please)… As he does this, he speaks slowly
Welp… If ye be talkin' 'boot wot I'd do iffen I 'ad control 'o' every'un... Moi, personally, wuld make shure that this be tae only 'uns we'd deal wit'. Be 'un key tae maek shure yer nut dealin' wit unexpected newcomers, cause that kin lead tae 'un break in tae line, 'n' then every'un scatters 'n' all chaos claimin' corpses...
Ivor removes the flask from his belt, unstoppering it and taking a drink from it, before continuing.
Then… since they be close taegetha, nay use lurin' 'un off, so I'd 'ave Dwalin 'n' Farly sittin' strong 'n' silent just round tae bend, outta sight. As fer Alfonse 'n' moiself... I'd 'ave us go, bows drawn, within range 'n' view 'o' tae group, 'n' then designate 'un soldiah tae fire 'un at tae same toime. Then we'd both foire 'n'... 'opefully... 'it 'un. Being tae way these nasty farkers are, they'd git all angry 'n' rush at us. We'd then start tae reload, 'n' then as they gut closer, but nay too close, makin' sure their full attention be concentrated on us, we'd run 'round tae sharp corner 'o' tae bend, 'n' I be figurin' tae goblins be surprised 'n' runnin' intae tae nasty 'ittins' 'o' Farly 'n' Dwalin. Farly 'n' Dwalin wuld, after gettin' their offguard 'its in, would then designate 'n' target tae same foe each toime, 'un by 'un. As they're doin' this, if Alfonse kin comfortably git in wit 'is blade 'n' 'it 'un 'o' tae 'uns that Farly 'n' Dwalin be attackin', 'ed 'elp make tae process faster. Moiself wuld jus' be firin' arrows, 'ealin' kit at tae ready, 'cause moiself in close combat be more 'azard than 'elp... 'n' also keepin' 'un eye 'n' ear out fer unexpected visitors.
Ivor scratches his head for a moment, looking to the recruit who shows up… As fer this 'un…. I nay 'eard wot 'e be gud at, 'n' never really seen 'im much. Frum first glance, I'd s'ppose 'ed 'ave tae same job as Alfonse... that be sayin'... nay tae bow job... but tae 'un 'o' catchin' 'n' flankin' them gobbers loike Alfonse wuld be doin'.
Ivor stretches afterward, pulling another drink from his flask, before stoppering it and placing it back on his belt.
Welp… I'd usually, iffen tae coast wus clear, 'n' iffin' I be 'ungry, cut moiself a bit 'o' goblin... but these 'uns... they nay be gud fer eatin'.
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as tyler see's Dwalin and Farly getting battered from the mace's and the clubs he quickly jumps in whispering under his breath and healing them, when he is done he take out his sword and shield and begins to help healing when needed
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Devlin watches as the new recruit shows, and uncrosses his arms, listening, as the lot of them goes over what they are good at. He instructs Tyler to follow them, and go over what he can do on the way.
"Keep in mind what your partners excel in. Know when to back off, and allow somebody else the opportunity to do their job too. Ivor, you'll be keeping behind Dwalin at all times, and informing the two where your enemies may be of course. Keep your eyes on the ground."
"Farly and Dwalin, you're up front. You will be the drawing all the attention off of Ivor and Alfonso, while Alfonso stands aside. Alfonso, you will never attack first. Be patient with your attacks… wait until the last second, when an enemy gets right up on Farly and Dwalin, and then make a well placed attack from the flank while Dwalin and Farly crush him from the front and Ivor pelts them with arrows or bolts from behind or the other side."
He leads them out into the Rawlins, the corrupted goblins are all around... most of the big ones are to the far east, leaving the less difficult ones scattered about.
"I hope you all brought healing-kits with you. No matter where you go, or what you are doing... -always- keep healing-kits on you. They can save lives.... And if today you didn't bring any... you will soon find out why you should have."
Devlin instructs to take their positions as a group of corrupted goblins stand around a bend of forest, consisting of a few soldiers and bashers. He doesn't even unsheath his blade... but only asks the group how they would handle the situation.
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A new recruit shows up fro trainning the following day. A young lad by the name of Tyler Wefneran. He is quickly instructed as to where to pl,ace his kit and told to report to Devlin first call
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Alfonso stands, holding his sword hilt, still undrawn. "I think it a-suffice for you to know that I will cut down and flank anyone who attacks our tower, Dwalin, here. If needed, I have," he motions to his longbow, "this for emergencies or traps. However I could replace Dwalin when he is wounded and take the guard."
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((awaits a pm from Mord))
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Ivor grunts after Dwalin is done speaking, before replying slowly.
I be completely useless.
Ivor smiles just a tad wryly at that, before finally adding
Though 'parrently I kin draw tae string back on moi bow 'ere, 'n'… well... I cin run gud long ways. I also 'ave a bit 'o' eye fer tracks, 'n' other trails people be leavin'. Otherwise, I kin skin stuff 'n' cook it. I 'parrently 'ave 'un skill at bleedin' also, so I learned a bit 'o' 'ealin' tae 'elp wit that o'er tae years.
Ivor then rubs the stubble under his chin in thought, before finishing.
That's all I wuld loike tae say moi supposes. Other than I'm an old lad who's almost completely useless, and be best suited in back.
With a grunt, Ivor ends his detailing, nodding to himself.
