Open Chronicles Orcs Bhathairk (Character Intro)

[Naghi]

Naghi followed on Bal'Gorath's past as best he could.

The half-Giant had never once in his life claimed to be a man of agility, and as he hopped up to grasp the lip of the roof he could only quietly thank his already massive stature.

With a muted grunt he pulled himself up onto the roof of the building that Bal'Gorath had selected, an arrow striking the wall just a few feet to the left of him. Lips thinned, and his feet thumped onto the roof top. "Sure this can hold us?"

He grinned at the Orc before half turning back.

His hand sparked for a moment, and then he threw his arm quickly forward in a wave.

In an instant a wall of fog drew forth from his palm, lashing out and covering the alleyway below as it slowly rose to cover the buildings above.

 

[Bal'gorath]

Bal'gorath scrambled up as well, before crouching down to avoid another pair of arrows. Smirking somewhat, the Orc turned to look at the next building. This one was two stories tall, compared to the one story building they were on.
"If it can't hold us, it'll make for an embarrassing tale to tell later."

Then he saw the smoke appear. Turning to face Naghi, Bal'gorath was quietly impressed by the use of such magics, especially so casually. Nodding in appreciation, he turned back to the next building. It had plenty of handholds, but it would still be troublesome to climb it. Not that Bal'gorath minded.

Taking a few steps back, Bal'gorath ran forward and jumped up, latching onto several handholds, while placing his feet on a small ledge. Grunting in exertion, he made sure thaat everything was secure on himself before he began to climb. Over he shoulder he called to Naghi.
"We'll hop onto the wall from here, and then we just need to get down!"

Naghi

 

[Naghi]

Naghi did not have time to speak.

An arrow flew blindly through the mist, passing by his head by just a few inches. Lips thinned, and a low growl escaped his throat as he turned and followed directly in Bal'Gorath's path.

He did not like running. In truth he would have preferred to turn about and slaughter his way through the streets. It was an impulse that he forced himself to deny, and impulse that he forced down to his core as he leaped from the roof top towards the wall.

His fingers dug into the same handholds that Bal'Gorath had found.

With surprising Agility the Half-Giant pulled himself up towards the top of the wall.

"Is there a low point!?" He called to the Orc as he pulled himself atop the flat of the barricade.

 

[Bal'gorath]

It took only a few moments of climbing for Bal'gorath to reach the top of the building, not long all things considered. Turning around, he saw Naghi close behind and held out a hand to him while answering.
"Somewhere, if not then we can slide down and into the water before getting away, perhaps even 'borrow' a boat."

Turning Northward, Bal'gorath rushed to the edge of the building before hopping up and over, onto the next building. Thankfully the buildings were rather close here, while also being close enough to the walls to jump on. For now he didn't want to jump there as there'd be guards there soon, as such the buildings were far better options for now.

Continuing on, another arrow whizzed past Bal'goraths head as he continued on. Growling, Bal'gorath saw the arrival of several more guards on the walls, most armed with arrows. They were moving to chase the Orc and half-fire giant. It certainly didn't look good for the pair, not that Bal'gorath noticed or cared. He simply continued on with a single-minded purpose to escape.
"Let's move it Naghi! Move it or lose it."

Naghi

 

[Naghi]

Naghi chased after the orc, slowed only by the small trickle of magic still floating from him.

The fog that he had left behind in the alleyway was slowly growing in size. It swamped through the streets and began to erupt and flow over the buildings that Bal'Gorath and he were rushing over. A blanket of white slowly began to cover the city.

No harm would come to those that touched the fog, there was no poison or trick to it, simply an encapsulating white that would hopefully give pause to those who chased them.

"How much further?" The Half-Giant asked as sweat began to bead on his brow.

The Fog would stop pursuit, at least slow anyone following down, but it was also taxing.

Magic had a price, and right now there was no sacrificed to pay it for him.

 

[Bal'gorath]

Noting the fog that slowly began to consume them, Bal'gorath prepared to navigate more by feel than sight. For now he could keep running and see where he was going, but soon enough the fog was such that he couldn't properly see. Calling over his shoulder to Naghi, the orc kept running forward, even as no more arrows flew through the fog.
"It shouldn't be too far ahead. Just another dozen meters or so."

Those dozen meters went by in seconds to Bal'gorath. Suddenly he was at the edge of the wall, water not too far away. The next moment he was tottering off of it, as he'd been going too fast to stop in time. Spinning around as he fell off the ledge, Bal'gorath managed to grasp the ledge of the wall. Grunting at the sudden force on his arm, he reached up with the other arm and slowly pulled himself up. Snarling at the edge, he spoke once more.
"Found the dock and the water." Staring down, he saw the various boats, big and small, just waiting to leave, or coming in. "Now to get a boat. Anyone fit your fancy?"

Naghi

 

[Naghi]

Naghi froze for just a second, stopping just as Bal'Gorath pulled himself back up onto the ledge and asked of his choice.

The River just lay up ahead, several dozen boats rocking slowly within the water. A frown flickered over the fire-giant's features. There was little he feared, in fact one could make the argument that he feared nothing at all.

Yet water...water presented a problem.

It would not kill him, not by far, but he heralded his father Menalus. Whether he liked it or not the blood of a Fire-Giant ran through his veins. Falling into the river would be problematic, a boat sinking...lips thinned and he quickly scanned the docks.

"That one." Naghi picked a larger vessel, one that seemed secure and on the newer side.

 

[Bal'gorath]

Bal'gorath noted the half-fire giants hesitation, and smirked internally. That was hesitation of their destination, and even though he didn't know why Naghi hesitated, it was sort of comforting to know the half-fire giant still had true emotions.

Standing to his full height, Bal'gorath looked across the water and the boats, settling his gaze upon the indicated ship that Naghi had picked.
"Nice ship, captain."

Laughing, Bal'gorath stared down at the slope of the wall, before looking around for something to latch onto. There wasn't really anything suitable, so they'd have to do without. Taking the challenge in stride, Bal'gorath reached into his back case and pulled out a pair of hand claws. Slipping them over his hands, Bal'gorath turned to Naghi and shrugged somewhat, showing his apology non-verbally.

Grinning somewhat then, Bal'gorath turned to the edge and took a step forward, letting himself fall down a few meters before latching onto the wall with the hand claws. The sudden weight on his arms made him grunt in exertion, but Bal'gorath endured and continued on, slowly climbing down, meter by slow meter.

Naghi

 

[Naghi]

Naghi's method was much less subtle.

He carried no climbing claws, nor really anything that would be of use with a slow descent. Instead he hefted his great steel axe.

An odd pulse ran through his arm, and slowly the weapon began to take on a soft orange glow. It rushed through the handle and then through the blade. A breath filled his lungs, and then he looked over his shoulder towards the fog.

There was no going back.

Without a word he leaped over the side of the wall, spinning himself in the air and reeling his arm back as he slammed his ax into the wall.

Instantly he felt a jerk as the heated weapon sliced into the wall, cutting a massive gouge within it's side and slowing the half-giant's descent just enough.