Jodiah Ayreg was known for his cold, calculating approach to many issues. Sometimes, though, even he released the inner-Corlagon and bucked for some random acts of senseless violence. Today's venture took him out of the city, and into the surrounding countryside.
He had a mind to hunt.
Usually when a denizen of Rhy'Din went to hunt, though, they were either bounty hunters or vampires. Ayreg considered himself no sell-sword, and he damn sure wasn't a leech. No, the death knight was off into the wilds to hunt game. After all, he had grown quite weary of salted pork and roasted chicken, and Spring wasn't quite old enough yet to have a better selection beyond the early fruits -- like strawberries. With any luck, maybe he could find a deer. Or a bear. He'd even settle for wild dog.
Dog made a fine meal.
Alright, so maybe it wasn't a random act of senseless violence, but it was a bloody affair, and Ayreg felt like he had some rust to shake off in that particular regard.
The bow he wielded was borrowed, of course, and a quiver of arrows was inexpensive -- and quite worth it, if he could bring down something worthy of a feast. He stalked through the brush, arrow nocked and readied on the bow as his eyes raked left and right. He'd already found a few rabbit trails, and even sent an arrow off after one, missed, and it sailed into the unreachable void of a thicket.
Swordsplay, yes. Axe mastery, sure. He could even dance with a spear, or a warhammer. Archery was not his strongest suit in the least.
Frustration setting in after almost two hours in the wilds, Jodiah sat to rest beside a tree. He was wearing his boots, of course, and his breeches tied up the side of his legs, with his drawstringed shirt tucked into them at the waist. High-collared coat was left behind, as was all of his armor and his sword. A cloak would not have gone over well hunting, either.
Hearing a soft grinding noise to his flank, he turned his head. Something was moving beyond the brushline, and he simply had to inspect it.
A clank.
A whirr.
A click.
Another grind.
Ayreg peered through the brush at this iron beast, very nearly the size of a horse, as it dug around in the face of a rock. Spinning drills were cutting into the stone, and a boulder some distance away also looked so gored. He blinked, very nearly stunned.
"Hey, it's a local!"
Jodiah spun around and saw a strangely-dressed man. A blue, one-piece outfit was worn over his lithe body, and a bizaare patch was stitched to his right shoulder. Ayreg squinted, making out "GALCOM" on the patch and sneered.
A spacer.
"Easy there, fella, just get back on your horse and ride on back to your village, or... whatever. We. Come. In. Peace."
The man was speaking to him as if he were a child. Or, worse, some kind of uncivilized brute. It was outright infuriating.
The man went down with a loud scream, and an arrow through his upper chest. The death knight nocked another, and saw two more similarly-dressed men rushing at him. The second stumbled and fell when another arrow let fly and pierced him through the hip.
Without time to nock another, Ayreg used the bow itself as a weapon. He spun, building momentum, and brought the shaft of the bow down like an axe on the man's shoulder. The man grounded to one knee, looking boggled.
And the bow broke.
...Bloody, flaming, shoddy workmanship!
"Hold it, we're coming!"
Ayreg grabbed the stunned man by the cuff of blue suit, pounding his fist repeatedly into the spacer's face, and a kind of sadistic grin pulled at the death knight's lips. More men were coming at him, now, and he wondered idly just where all of these spacers had come from. The new arrivals wore helmets, and some kind of body armor over their torso that Jodiah didn't recognize. And they carried some kind of club. Or.. baton. It was hard to be sure, while he proceeded with the beating of the man's face into hash.
"Let's go, Marine!" one of the onrushers said to the other, and their club-like weapons were raised toward the death knight.
Releasing the man to fall in a slump to the ground, he swung around and just barely dodged to the side as one of those men thrusted the baton-like weapon at him. The tip seemed to be crackling with electricity, but Jodiah couldn't feel the hackle-raising touch of elemental magic in work. It had to be a device built of artifice.
With an upraised elbow striking the man's cheek, he turned around just in time for the second one to push the tip of the electrical prod into his stomach.
Convulsing, Jodiah lost control of his body and fell to his knees. When the blinding pain was finally lifted he fell limply to the ground.
There was a soft crackle, and some words that Ayreg couldn't make out. They sounded tinny, and faint. Then the man with the electrical club spoke, as if answering.
"Uh, roger that, Basilisk, we're going to be bringing up a couple of wounded techs. And a prisoner."
He had a mind to hunt.
Usually when a denizen of Rhy'Din went to hunt, though, they were either bounty hunters or vampires. Ayreg considered himself no sell-sword, and he damn sure wasn't a leech. No, the death knight was off into the wilds to hunt game. After all, he had grown quite weary of salted pork and roasted chicken, and Spring wasn't quite old enough yet to have a better selection beyond the early fruits -- like strawberries. With any luck, maybe he could find a deer. Or a bear. He'd even settle for wild dog.
Dog made a fine meal.
Alright, so maybe it wasn't a random act of senseless violence, but it was a bloody affair, and Ayreg felt like he had some rust to shake off in that particular regard.
The bow he wielded was borrowed, of course, and a quiver of arrows was inexpensive -- and quite worth it, if he could bring down something worthy of a feast. He stalked through the brush, arrow nocked and readied on the bow as his eyes raked left and right. He'd already found a few rabbit trails, and even sent an arrow off after one, missed, and it sailed into the unreachable void of a thicket.
Swordsplay, yes. Axe mastery, sure. He could even dance with a spear, or a warhammer. Archery was not his strongest suit in the least.
Frustration setting in after almost two hours in the wilds, Jodiah sat to rest beside a tree. He was wearing his boots, of course, and his breeches tied up the side of his legs, with his drawstringed shirt tucked into them at the waist. High-collared coat was left behind, as was all of his armor and his sword. A cloak would not have gone over well hunting, either.
Hearing a soft grinding noise to his flank, he turned his head. Something was moving beyond the brushline, and he simply had to inspect it.
A clank.
A whirr.
A click.
Another grind.
Ayreg peered through the brush at this iron beast, very nearly the size of a horse, as it dug around in the face of a rock. Spinning drills were cutting into the stone, and a boulder some distance away also looked so gored. He blinked, very nearly stunned.
"Hey, it's a local!"
Jodiah spun around and saw a strangely-dressed man. A blue, one-piece outfit was worn over his lithe body, and a bizaare patch was stitched to his right shoulder. Ayreg squinted, making out "GALCOM" on the patch and sneered.
A spacer.
"Easy there, fella, just get back on your horse and ride on back to your village, or... whatever. We. Come. In. Peace."
The man was speaking to him as if he were a child. Or, worse, some kind of uncivilized brute. It was outright infuriating.
The man went down with a loud scream, and an arrow through his upper chest. The death knight nocked another, and saw two more similarly-dressed men rushing at him. The second stumbled and fell when another arrow let fly and pierced him through the hip.
Without time to nock another, Ayreg used the bow itself as a weapon. He spun, building momentum, and brought the shaft of the bow down like an axe on the man's shoulder. The man grounded to one knee, looking boggled.
And the bow broke.
...Bloody, flaming, shoddy workmanship!
"Hold it, we're coming!"
Ayreg grabbed the stunned man by the cuff of blue suit, pounding his fist repeatedly into the spacer's face, and a kind of sadistic grin pulled at the death knight's lips. More men were coming at him, now, and he wondered idly just where all of these spacers had come from. The new arrivals wore helmets, and some kind of body armor over their torso that Jodiah didn't recognize. And they carried some kind of club. Or.. baton. It was hard to be sure, while he proceeded with the beating of the man's face into hash.
"Let's go, Marine!" one of the onrushers said to the other, and their club-like weapons were raised toward the death knight.
Releasing the man to fall in a slump to the ground, he swung around and just barely dodged to the side as one of those men thrusted the baton-like weapon at him. The tip seemed to be crackling with electricity, but Jodiah couldn't feel the hackle-raising touch of elemental magic in work. It had to be a device built of artifice.
With an upraised elbow striking the man's cheek, he turned around just in time for the second one to push the tip of the electrical prod into his stomach.
Convulsing, Jodiah lost control of his body and fell to his knees. When the blinding pain was finally lifted he fell limply to the ground.
There was a soft crackle, and some words that Ayreg couldn't make out. They sounded tinny, and faint. Then the man with the electrical club spoke, as if answering.
"Uh, roger that, Basilisk, we're going to be bringing up a couple of wounded techs. And a prisoner."