Thread: Monkey and The Duchess

The Captain forcefully pulled the two women out of the carriage. Well look at what we have here, using the tip of his sword he rapped the side of the tiara, the King's newest whore. He noticed something that almost made him laugh. And lookie here. The King was even generous enough to send along a treat for you boys. He kicked the uncrowned Elven bitch towards his men. You boys can do what you want with her, at least until I get tired of looking at her. They had no use for the lady in waiting. The Princess, on the other hand, would be kept in decent enough shape to be used as a bartering tool. Captain, one of the men came out of the carriage smiling, seems like Her Royalness came with a bit of a bribe. In his hands was a medium sized chest filled with gold coins. A very good score indeed. He bent down and grabbed the lady in waiting's face. I guess you might even be able to bring in a decent price, if we even bother to sell you. Thorin scratched his head if frustration when he saw what was happening. A carriage, with the King's crest no less, was being hit by a gang of Highwaymen. He could see that most of them were Half-Orcs. They could quickly over power him if he tried to go out and save the women by himself. He'd need at least another one of the Monks from the Temple. Scanning the group he was relieved to see one fact, not that many of them had on armor, and those that did seemed to be wearing crudely made leather armor. He took a quick look at the things he'd taken off of the the man who'd attacked him earlier. There was the man's sword of course, but the blade was much larger and heavier than he was used to wielding. In this case it'd be more of a hindrance than a blessing. There was a bow with only around a half dozen or so arrows. He could fire them now, but he'd most likely loose the girls in the scuffle. The best course of action he could see taking was to say a silent prayer for each of the two woman still alive and all of the men who seemed to have died. Thorin ran his right hand irritably through his hair. There was no way he could just sit back and watch the two girls be taken away. 'Time to see if you're either a genius or crazy,' Thorin thought as he silently moved back down the road. He quickly found where he'd hidden his pack and removed the gourds from it. He took several deep swigs of the alcohol to steady his nerves before dabbing a bit on his face and neck. He was soon reeking of ale. Taking a deep breath he started staggering up the road. Captian! The Captain turned his head down the road. A loan stranger was staggering up the path, a walking stick in one hand and a gourd of ale in the other. Keep your traps shut, he ordered the women, otherwise you'll be finding yourselves a full head shorter. He nodded his head, and the women were taken away as most of the men scurried back to their ambush spots. HAIL! Thorin's eyes were disoriented as he looked up. He raised a wobbly hand up and smiled widely as he stumbled forward. Can you spare some coppers for zome ale? He wasn't surprised when the man who seemed to be in charge shook his head. Thorin was fed the bullshit story of how they were in the service of the King and had been sent out to check for the wagon. Thorin started running a hand over the gold trim that was laced within the wood, but his hand was quickly slapped away by one of the others. Whash the matt'r? Can' t'i loog ad it? Thorin knew it wasn't safe to push it. The men were getting anxious and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they started attacking. He stumbled forward, bumping into one of the men. Thorin leaned back when he was shoved. The push was enough to knock him over, but he'd also managed to do what he'd wanted. As he was falling he made it look like he was just reaching out for the man's spear to steady himself. He-ey, who ya shovin'!? Thorin, with his own staff forgotten, used the shaft of the spear to get himself up, but his belongings were dropped in the process. 'It's now or never,' Thorin thought as he brought the spear up quickly. The spear hissed as it was spun through the air. Thorin brought the head of the spear thinly through the exposed neck of the Half-Orc he pulled it from. There was a look of astonishment on the faces of everyone of the men as Thorin brought the spear back, only to thrust it through the neck of another man. As the second body hit the ground everyone took action. Swords scraped against their sheathes as they were drawn in hurry. A flash of silver warned Thorin of the sword strike before it had a change to split him in two. Using the spear's shaft as a guide, he forced the blow away from him. Using the butt of the weapon, Thorin brought the end of it down across the back of the man's head. Without pause he jerked the spear down towards the ground. There was a scream of pain as the spearhead bit into the unarmored leg of another. Seeing an opening Thorin abandoned the spear in the man's leg and dove out of the mash up. He barely came up when a strike threatened to take his head off. Dropping down to his knees and leaning back Thorin struck out with his hand. He could feel the man's genitals between his thumb and forefinger. It was as easy as smashing a grape between his fingers. Thorin let the man drop in pain, grabbing the dropped scimitar Thorin brought it up just an arrow nearly turned his body into a pincushion. The entire blade reverberated in his hands, but Thorin refused to drop the weapon. He practically danced under the thrust of a spear. Thorin moved with the scimitar as if it was an extension of himself. The blade seemed to practically wrap itself around the shaft as he lunged forward. The blade slid down the shaft until it met the owner's hand. Biting through the fingers, Thorin flicked the blade through flesh and bone. Ending this section of the Fight scene so you don't have you sit through several more chapters.