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  1. Cryos
    "Why not?" The question had belonged to the barbarian, the heightened tension and drawing of blades had beckoned him back to the situation. "It was not our mission to do this in first place. If what Mint says is true..." He paused, kneading his cuff; "I say we give prisoner to him."
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    Dang i'm back late! Baradock crossed his arms in an attempt to conceal his current state of injury. Dawning a stone expression, he grimaced only when the wound were the harpy's talons cleaved into his bicep flared up. A recurring thought had made itself present in his mind ever since the assault ended; Why had he been so weak? Detaching from the conversation completely the barbarian's eyes fixed on something distant in the background. Lost in the limbo of self enmity.
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    Baradock focuses in on Harpy D, waiting for the moment to attack the winged shrew from the front row. Just received some upsetting news which may make me unable to post at my leisure, at points during the battle If I am the only one left to post an action I give control of Baradock to Darkdragon.
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    "I am sure they can han-" The barbarian dawned a neutral expression across his face, bordering grim, as another wave of harpies work their way to the assault. Subtly he craned his head, scanning the area for any considerably sized boulders.
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    Baradock nods his head, "This is going to be the interesting."
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    Baradock forgets the gnome's question completely, now more absorbed with the thought of sky flowers. "Explosions. Like cannon fire? That sound like effective weapon. Where you see these, sky flowers?" Clasping his hands and resting his chin on them, the idea of such a weapon had peaked his interest.
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    Baradock raised his brow at the more vertically challenged of the group, "An honorable cause if there ever was one. In war time I often sleep beneath rain on strange roof, thinking of home.” Baradock looked down the path eyeing the patches of snow kissed grass outlining the trail, rubbing his hands together. "Home never cold like this. I do not like it."
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    Baradock remains atop the cart. His eyes hidden under the shadow of his brow as he watched most of the party chase after the prisoner. "Nnrgh." He grunted, They better be back soon. He thought to himself, looking from the wood to the fort and ultimately down the dirt trail.
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    Baradock exhales vociferously in irritation as another complication rears its ugly head. Deliberately interjecting, "No." he grumbles, pointing out the ever increasing sound of vikings emitting from the barracks.
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    "I have been wanting to go since we got here." Baradock began treading over to the majority of the party, high-kneeing over some viking corpses on the way. Slinging his club horizontally on his lower back. His eyes flicked between Cinna and the now viking fort door sized hole in the wall. "Next time we not be so lucky." He said; a bit heated with the whole situation.
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    Baradock takes no time to continue his blitzkrieg, removing his club from a Wall Guard's cranium. Hurling after Sigfried Goldtooth from the front row. Mirona scratches the ground once more, revving up for an even more brutal display of her power. Stampeding into Sigfried Goldtooth from the front row.
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    Baradock's vision slowly becomes clearer, finally focusing out of his relentless assault. Now, somewhat out of the heat of battle he looks for another victim. Promptly flinging himself into Wall Guard B from the front row. Mirona rears her head around charging into Sigfried Goldtooth from the front row once more.
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    Baradock is locked in combat with Viking Wall Guard C, His club darting for the ribcage from the front row. Mirona scratches the ground with her feet vigorously, kicking up dust in her wake, before charging horn-first into Sigfried Goldtooth from the front row.
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    Mirona charges into Siegfried Goldtooth alongside Nelvin, flailing her weights wildly from the front row. Baradock instinctively swings his club at a guard storming straight towards him; Viking Wall Guard C from the front row.
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    Rada Rada!

  16. Cryos

    We are either alone in this universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.

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    In one singular display of crude agility Baradock sprang off the wagon top, simultaneously unslinging his club. Planting his feet with a loud thud, his body arched toward the majority of the Nords--combat ready. Looking over his shoulder at his companions with a foul expression he snapped at the party "And you all not believe me when I said this would happen." He turned back to the Nords, his pupils flicking between each one. Mentally preparing for the inevitable clash.
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    Baradock just now emerges from his tent, having to change into his regular combat gear, rubbing his eye vigorously. Using his almost trademark lazy wave of the hand he greets the party without making any actual eye contact before kneeling to the ground. Lifting some of the more heavier supplies. "I feel our luck is almost doing the running out." He said through a strained tone as he heaved circus gear onto the wagon. He must've heard the plan through the thin tent material as he was changing into his gear.
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    Seeing the elf retreat into a tent Baradock lazily shambled to another. He slackly waved his hand dismissively before ducking behind the drapes. "Oy..." He grumbled as he assumed an odd hunchback position to fit the low hanging tent. He began at his boots, tugging at them until he tossed them into the corner of the canvas. Now, much more comfortably sitting down he stripped himself of his combat gear and armor. In time he was in nothing but his trousers; his clothes packed into a unorganized pile. Lying on his side he began drifting off to sleep. *Natural Respite*
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    Baradock's eyes pierced into the night, "I could have sworn..." He squatted back down with a gruff grunt. The overwhelming weight of fatigue suddenly pushing down on him. "You are right. They will be the suspicious if we are missing and so is the prisoner." He shifted his weight somewhat. "Besides, I am tired."
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    Baradock squats beside the fire, putting his hands out to take in the warmth. "So no we just do the breaking out an--" Baradock caught himself as he noticed Cinna and Purpearl approaching with a burly figure out of the corner of his eye. He got up quickly, turning to face them. "Who is he?" He asked bluntly, faintly pointing to the viking.
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    Land lubber? Thoughts of the were-crocodile buzzed around in his head. I never did get to lethal him. "Yar..." Baradock trailed off; defeated. Suppressing his urge to show his strength in more physical ways. Upon arriving back to the rest of the party Baradock prodded the vampire in the center of his chest with his index finger. "This plan was the stupid from the start." "The other guards are not doing the budging." He gestured to Cinna. "She has a way with words, maybe she could talk to them."
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    "Not just any performer of the circus...yar!?" Baradock began flexing his muscly biceps this-that way and the other. "I am Bara-eh..bock the Mighty!--I could do your job better than ten of ya Fire Nords." What am I doing!? Baradock thought to himself as he put on an unconvincingly plastic smile.
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    "Huh..." Baradock wasn't expecting that. "Erm--Yar can git some of drink! I could do deh 'looking-out.'" If only he knew how badly we was overplaying his part.
  25. Cryos
    Seeing how quickly his companions branched out, Baradock advanced towards one of the patrolling Nords. Not being a half-decent thespian he found it difficult to be someone who he wasn't. "Huhuhuhuhuh Eh--Why yar no take of the break t'do deh, eh--circus!?" Baradock spewed out attempting to mimic the first Norn they encountered.
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