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  1. Cryos
    Baradock lay coiled on the ground, conscious for a few moments; clenching his wound, though the blood spilled through his fingertips. A wretched and reddened smile could be seen growing across his face before he disappeared under the boots of the Orcs. The bull rears her head around amidst the fray, scraping her hooves against the ground she charged the Aj-Kahr Kanvyral Novice A the edge of her blade prepared to strike.
  2. Cryos
    New actions! Baradock attacks Grunt E Mirona equips her Greatsword. Attacks Grunt E with her new Greatsword. Edit: Oh, ok thanks!
  3. Cryos
    Baradock and Mirona both attack Grunt E
  4. Cryos
    Baradock slings his club over his shoulder, tightening the bind on his hand-wraps as he paced to the WEST BORDER. His face grim. Mirona followed shortly after.
  5. Cryos
    Baradock breathed out heavily, hoping the conflict would settle itself. "I do not even- nrgh...I will 'side' with the orcs."
  6. Cryos
    Baradock swears something foreign under his breath promptly beginning to nibble on his Level Up Mushroom and Tinyshroom. "You are the bit late, fearless leader."
  7. Cryos
    It has been a ride I have thoroughly enjoyed!
  8. Cryos
    "Ok." The barbarian looked visibly bothered, shaken. The absence of adrenaline from the battle had made the scars on his hand intensify, though that couldn't be the only thing. Whatever it was, he was eager to leave this place. Quickly.
  9. Cryos
    Oh man, this is the funniest thing. I kept looking at the forum wondering why you haven't posted the round yet. Didn't realize I hadn't posted, sorry! Baradock cranes his head at the hulking fungus titan, wiping a sweat that had accumulated on his forehead. Making the right decision in backing away from the giant, his posture on the offensive, though he had no real intent on attacking the mushroom mammoth. Baradock does nothing from the back row.
  10. Cryos
    Baradock grunts at the sight but seeing the mini-man get up, the barbarian uses the momentum of the miss to spin on his heel, striking the mushroom again! Repeat!
  11. Cryos
    Baradock removes his club from the pudgy fungi, winding his arm for another strike. Repeat.
  12. Cryos
    In a second, Baradock's weapon is leveled at the enemy. Taking more of a caution, considering the last engagements. Grimacing at the dank underground. Striking Myconid Guard B from the back row.
  13. Cryos
    The barbarian seems torn in what to do, finally speaking up. "Fine." Just this once.
  14. Cryos
    A cold contentment strings across the barbarians face, He knows he's supposed to feel devastated that the plan didn't work out, but he couldn't resist the satisfaction of being right all along, being the only one who was against bringing the orc here in the first place. "Maybe you all listen to me next time." He interjected throwing a side glance at Cinna.
  15. Cryos
    Baradock sits up with a groan, his head fuzzy. He glanced at the group, talking about something, then the pouch and flask beside him before immediately fixating at the ground in front of him, he knew this sensation, the edges of his sight darkened, a stinging pain behind his eyes. He went down, again. He began to reach for the items, opening scabs in his callused hands. His palms screamed, carpeted in streaked scars. He stared at his palms in silence, brooding over the encounter. How the thorns clasped around his neck and tore up his hands, how the room dipped and swayed, how... Suddenly, muscles in his back began to contract and expand as if he remembered something he would rather not. The barbarian sloped upwards, stuffing his undeserved loot into his side pouch, his grip quaking as his scars wailed and shrieked. Taking a few sore steps he rejoined the party, positioned beside a human in dark armor. His arms remaining oddly at his sides.
  16. Cryos
    Baradock struggles with the root coiling itself around his collarbone, "Nnrgh!" His club dropping to the ground with a thud he yanked at the thorns with both of his hands. On your feet, is the only thought he had in mind as he scrambled to hold his balance. The barbarian jerked his head at the gnome, his glare intense. He sensed an underlying intent under that statement. As he strains to form words the root brings him to a teetering kneel, scraping his palms on the ground. On your feet, on your feet. With a free hand he scours the ground for his weapon, his fingers wrapping around his club. Attacking Root E from the front row! If Baradock rolls frenzy does he escape the root?
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    The barbarian's entire body tightens at the sight the limp form suspended and impaled. Dead. His straight eyebrows are drawn low over his eyes. He stretches his arm to find the edge of his club, the air is cold, but the blood his hot running down his neck. Something about this elf made him, angry. No, livid. Baradock's hardened eyes began seek out any obstacle to pulverize under his bludgeon. Attacking Dead Root E from the front row.
  18. Cryos
    Baradock's eyebrows tug together as if he wanted to say something. The barbarian held himself to his silence however, pursing his lips so much it changed color. Not like it would matter anyway. He convinced himself.
  19. Cryos

    Flawless.

  20. Cryos
    Baradock had his bit of betrayal in #88 just recently, hehe. But hey! Team PvP rules were made soz, somebody had to be on the opposite side.
  21. Cryos
    The barbarian stared idly at the ground, dawning masked expression as he hinged on the cart, the only thing keeping him standing at this point. He had been addressed, but his cold expression remained. Other words were spoken, different tones and voices were heard, but it ultimately meshed together into a blur he didn't have the care enough to decipher. He interjected the pleasantries. "You say we are hired for a job." His stare, still locked on the ground. "Then why is it, leader. That we have a dead general, and orc prisoner on our hands?" Baradock attempted to stand upright on his own, but the cart rocked with his weight as his balance failed him. "Nnrgh--When, our mission was to escort the clowns? You would call that, the inconsistent?" With that, he craned his head upward, his eyes made like daggers. "And. And I. I can not be trusted?" On this second attempt he shifted into an uneven standing posture. "That make me traitor now, yes? Can not be trusted. How do you handle traitors, leader?" Slowly his brow furrowed, the arch of his temples shaded his face now. He wanted an answer. He demanded an answer. In the duration of the quest it seemed he had no say on anything that was debated, his voice had not been heard. But now, now he will be heard. "Tell. Me."
  22. Cryos
    Meant to repeat my last action but it turned out in my favor anyway! Baradock was taken taken aback by this question, feeding off the adrenaline of the battle. "Do not be the foolish, Mint!" He rumbled through his thick accent. He turned to the opposing party, ready to strike. His eyes glazed over the bodies of Mint's soldiers. The barbarian's face lost its tenseness with realization, his voice followed suit. "It seems the tables have been turned." He paused, lowering his club. "Let this defeat make your people the stronger, General" With a pause, he threw a Konotarian salute, upcasting a clenched fist to eye level between Mint and himself. Baradock lowered his hand with a firm nod, heaving his club to his shoulder. He shot a piercing glare to the gnome and the rest of his "allies" as he trudged off the battlefield toward the wagon. He rested his weight on the carry, the exhaustion started to set in. Nonetheless his cold stare remained, as he spectated the battle from a sideline.
  23. Cryos
    Baradock spits a mass of blood to his side. Wiping his mouth as he snorted audibly. Repeat all.
  24. Cryos
    Been swamped with two big projects. :s Baradock was paralyzed as he contemplated the thought of switching sides, standing idle as the battle roared on, as he's knocked back by Cinna's shield, his eyes flicked with rage as an arrow found itself ricocheting off his chestplate. His face seemed to wretch itself into a beast, his eyebrows narrowed to a terrifying degree. He kept his cold stare locked on Cinna as he ordered General Mint. "Mint. The leader." (Cinna, front row) He bared his teeth, "I'll be right behind you." (Potion then Cinna, front row)
  25. Cryos
    Baradock staggers back as the undeniable atmosphere of battle is set. He was at no physical state to fight the other heroes. Nor did he want to. Unlatching a smelling salt from his belt he downed it, drinking a potion afterward. The barbarian crudely wiped the residue off his mouth, repeating the question to himself, he gave an almost hesitant glance at Mint, before turning to the gnome, responding with the unslinging of his stone bludgeon. ---- Mint--Dreyrugr Front Row
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