Hello all,
I made a short video from an encounter I had. It is going to be part of a series of gameplay footage lightly edited for RP.
There is PvP in this video but it is not a PvP montage (yes, I know, I am far from graceful).
Without further ado, enjoy this excerpt from my journal. Watch in 1440p if you want clear text.
I made a short video from an encounter I had. It is going to be part of a series of gameplay footage lightly edited for RP.
There is PvP in this video but it is not a PvP montage (yes, I know, I am far from graceful).
It's really my first attempt at editing any sort of footage.
I'm looking to make a habit of it, so any suggestions or constructive feedback would be welcomed.
As I continue the series, I will be focusing on:
I'm looking to make a habit of it, so any suggestions or constructive feedback would be welcomed.
As I continue the series, I will be focusing on:
- making fights more engaging to watch,
- adding to the atmosphere,
- more comprehensive text,
- trying narration,
- doing semi-scripted videos
I was enroute to Tindrem from Meduli, carrying a parcel for the Provinces.
Around half way through the journey, I noticed someone moving toward a nearby treeline.
I try to approach those I encounter, set an example that not all you meet are foes, so I went to say hello.
They came from behind a tree, a great hammer raised in the air.
I rode on, now facing a bandit, as a traveller would never swing first. Not one with a clear mind.
I looped around and dismounted to dispose of them. I don’t like leaving threats roadside.
As we neared each other, they seemed more keen to conversate than to battle. I was wary.
It wasn’t long until Nez’s rambling revealed a certain level of volatility. I decided to leave. Afterall, I had a parcel to deliver.
I turned my back, and on my lips were words of departure, when the bandit flew forward, lunging at my horse.
Striking at me is one thing, but at my horse? I scorn such brutality.
He pressed his assault, and we began to dance.
Using my great-blade to match the ferocity of his hammer, we found ourselves evenly matched, until a mounted archer happened upon the scene.
He fired his bow in my defense, sending Nez running.
As much as I appreciated the gesture, it was my fight to settle.
It took a moment, my speech slurring in my rush, but finally the archer Balvrikk understood and rode away.
I tracked Nez further, to the edge of the north western coastline that spans Tindrem to Meduli.
Here, my vision fluttered. I am prone to disorientation. I lost the upperhand, as Nez was upon me in seconds.
The maul wielding bandit was fast, swinging his weapon with deftness I could not read well.
The fight had us both hurting, evenly matched yet again, trading blows and narrow misses.
Suddenly, he backed away, and claimed he was afraid of death and wanted to stop what he called a duel.
Lost in the fact that he attacked my horse, I could not let the disrespect go. I pressed on.
With his nerves frayed, I gained the upper hand.
Before I had a chance to speak with him further, his corpse hit the ground. If only I had been less forceful.
I gathered the little from his things I cared for.
As I turned back toward my steed, to pack and heal our wounds, I wondered.
Had I been too harsh in my treatment of the bandit?
Now, I shake my head. I still don’t know.
To Balvrikk, the mounted archer. I nod to your honor. Thank you.
To Nez, I hope this experience helps you find surer footing.
As the path to Banditry and Murder is not well kempt,
& attacks on innocent horses will lead to many a fall.
Around half way through the journey, I noticed someone moving toward a nearby treeline.
I try to approach those I encounter, set an example that not all you meet are foes, so I went to say hello.
They came from behind a tree, a great hammer raised in the air.
I rode on, now facing a bandit, as a traveller would never swing first. Not one with a clear mind.
I looped around and dismounted to dispose of them. I don’t like leaving threats roadside.
As we neared each other, they seemed more keen to conversate than to battle. I was wary.
It wasn’t long until Nez’s rambling revealed a certain level of volatility. I decided to leave. Afterall, I had a parcel to deliver.
I turned my back, and on my lips were words of departure, when the bandit flew forward, lunging at my horse.
Striking at me is one thing, but at my horse? I scorn such brutality.
He pressed his assault, and we began to dance.
Using my great-blade to match the ferocity of his hammer, we found ourselves evenly matched, until a mounted archer happened upon the scene.
He fired his bow in my defense, sending Nez running.
As much as I appreciated the gesture, it was my fight to settle.
It took a moment, my speech slurring in my rush, but finally the archer Balvrikk understood and rode away.
I tracked Nez further, to the edge of the north western coastline that spans Tindrem to Meduli.
Here, my vision fluttered. I am prone to disorientation. I lost the upperhand, as Nez was upon me in seconds.
The maul wielding bandit was fast, swinging his weapon with deftness I could not read well.
The fight had us both hurting, evenly matched yet again, trading blows and narrow misses.
Suddenly, he backed away, and claimed he was afraid of death and wanted to stop what he called a duel.
Lost in the fact that he attacked my horse, I could not let the disrespect go. I pressed on.
With his nerves frayed, I gained the upper hand.
Before I had a chance to speak with him further, his corpse hit the ground. If only I had been less forceful.
I gathered the little from his things I cared for.
As I turned back toward my steed, to pack and heal our wounds, I wondered.
Had I been too harsh in my treatment of the bandit?
Now, I shake my head. I still don’t know.
To Balvrikk, the mounted archer. I nod to your honor. Thank you.
To Nez, I hope this experience helps you find surer footing.
As the path to Banditry and Murder is not well kempt,
& attacks on innocent horses will lead to many a fall.
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