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Post by knightc3 on Apr 30, 2008 10:32:01 GMT -5
He smiled back at Horacius and responded to his comment about his tattered armor if the same sarcastic tone, "Well, the big gentleman over there", he said pointing at the fallen ogre with his hand, "was convinced I was a doll till Naomi here convinced him of otherwise and eh... put him to sleep." He watched carefully as Horacius cast a healing spell on Naomi.
He looked back towards the house Horacius had ran for after releasing Naomi earlier. "Did you find anyone, anything in there?", he asked Horacius, looking back at him for the moment.
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Post by Vaidia on May 1, 2008 17:53:53 GMT -5
Had he chosen his words more properly, spoken in one manner of difference, thought bent his words to take another toned meaning; perhaps, there would be a better consequence to come next. One most always remember that though in theory that they say is the right thing, the smart thing and, to those who are mature enough, the correct thing. Yet, to a child whose innocence that shines in the purest of lights, whose untaught sight cannot broaden wide enough to absorb all colors, whose only love in the world has been placed onto a single, idolous figure and whose only been loved by that single One; things can be distorted. Had he known this, how his cruel words seemed like no more than fuel to think those that seemed good only had bad to say, perhaps, just maybe, he would have spoken gently.
The pendulum began again swinging. Would it finally be her turn?
...And, of course, he just had to call her a "young one." Did he not know that she was already thirteen years of age? And she wasn't a "one" either. She was a she. And if he wasn't sure what sex she was, he should of had said it. That's what her master always said to do. Taught her to say, to speak. He always either called her Inta, or sometimes Miss and, when he got really made at her, Integra. How she hated being called by her full name! But, young one was much, much worse. She just might have to correct him, if...
Was it really that reason? Curiosity, to see if his lying ways were paved, had more ground. To see the threat through, if that shining light and sorrow he gave off were in fact that, and that good. But, she would make no move but to wait. It would be best made to see what her master bidded.
And, that answer would now be given. Once again, symbols of strange vile'ousity moved across the ground, but only this. Their dim unilluminating light brought tendons of chills with its presence, yet was too soft a thing to be felt where sight did not meet. The jagged signs once did their dance along this from, crashing into each other as they nipped and nabbed the forms of each. But, this was all. No creature rose in their frenzy, no ghastly ghoul sunk out from its perverted realm. A joke, to those unobservant. A message to Inta, who was observant. Burnt into the floor from the now-dead magics frenzied flurry was two simple words (and a period):
Follow him.
Her orders had been given. She was to go after this man and... simply wait. Wait, and do her best possible job to follow this man.
Rising, Inta paddled her bright orange-clad form down the stairs of the base/home she was in. The motions felt awkward to her long stationary body, yet she knew that in a moment that those aches would be but a whisper of a time passed. A time, now pushed away for a new slate to be filled and new things experienced. Rushing out (and ignoring the chaos of corpses around), the girl saw the paladin and approached him directly (but not meeting him), fearless once again and ignoring the two supposed companions surrounding.
"I'm gonna follow you."
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Post by knightc3 on May 1, 2008 22:16:59 GMT -5
Athon looked back as the girl approached his hand instinctively going to his sword as he heard the noise of the footsteps approaching. A small girl was not someone he was expecting to find in this town. She was pretty thin, almost as if being starved. Judging by the fact that she had just come out from the building Horacius had gone into, the place where he suspected the caster of this dark magic to be hiding, he highly doubted she was an innocent resident.
In his travels he had faced a few oponents who looked completely harmless, but the world was never as simple as it seemed at first glance. He didn't for one moment doubt that this girl could be the source of the magic that had reanimated an army of undead but if she was also the one to summon the creatures that followed later, they were dealing with something much more powerful that anything he had ever seen.
As she got closer, he realized somehow, Horacius had managed to bring her to stop casting and even persuade her to stop forever. He had been taught by his mentor that sometimes, generosity and compassion towards your enemy did a lot more than an outright fight. He had always been afraid to try it thinking it might be perceived as a weakness. But this time he wasn't alone anymore, and having friends like Horacius and Naomi would certainly help his position.
He smiled at the girl noticing she hadn't even looked at anyone besides Horacius and spoke, "Greetings... miss. Seems Horacius found you right on time. If it was you who was channeling the spells, I must say I am highly impressed by your powers. How may I address you? I am Athon. You look a bit hungry. Would you like some jerky to chew on?", he asked and pulling out a piece from his belt and extending it toward her cautiously.
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Post by The Mammoth on May 1, 2008 23:38:50 GMT -5
"Don't bother, the claws of her master have dug deep. She's a necromancer, whether shes young or not." Horacius said, annoyed that she wanted to follow. He didn't want her near, she sensed something about his sadness, and that troubled him. She could either read his mind, or feel his pain, or something... and such misplaced gifts were bothersome. That and the fact that she was a necromancer, trained and manipulated by a higher power. Horacius couldn't live with himself if he harmed her by accident, even if she was using the powers of evil. She was a child, there was nothing he could do besides expose the evil of her mentor. She wasn't following him because she was confused, there was a reason behind it. She was far too blunt, far too confident. There was no way that he had challenged everything she had learned, and now she just accepted it. He turned to the girl, kneeling to look her eye to eye.
"What's to say you weren't commanded to follow me?" Horacius said, "Sounds to me like your master knows I won't kill you. If we were so dangerous, he's certainly not worried about putting your life on the line."
He smiled, nodding his head. "He's good..."
Horacius turned around, standing and whispering to Athon as he walked by,
" Don't take her too lightly because she's a child, she's been brainwashed by whoever her master is..."
He held out his hand to Naomi and offered to help her to her feet.
"Let's move. The longer we linger, the more time the dead have to harm the living."
I swear to you, whoever is commanding this little girl. If she is harmed for your gain... I'll make sure you, and your evil, are cleansed.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 2, 2008 5:07:49 GMT -5
Naomi stirred, moving her aching head slightly to get some of the stiffness in it out. The headache she had felt more like a hangover, and she knew what that felt like; one night a while ago, she'd gotten a bit rowdy with a group of druids, and fairly drunk. It was the only time, and only because one of them had been her friends... which pretty much ended when she turned him into a crispy pile after he tried a bit too hard to get whoopee with her. Naomi might have been drunk, but she wasn't that wasted...
Sitting up, she said nothing for a bit, merely looking around and admiring her handiwork; all of the suicidal freaks were now mere piles of goo, and whatever undead had escaped wrath earlier had been likewise struck down. She needed to remember that trick for later... but right now, there were odder things afoot. A girl in bright mage clothes was what Naomi saw when she tilted her head in the direction everyone else was looking... could this be the necromancer everyone was getting all excited about? Even if she was... for the love of the gods, she was only a kid.
Young teen at the oldest, she thought, and by the way she looked she'd been skipping meals a bit too often. Or they'd been withheld from her she noted, remembering some of those accursed beings she'd come across in her treks about the world... Not once had Naomi ever encountered a fat necromancer. Not once, and she doubted that she ever would. It was as if they fed off the fear that they produced, never eating but never dying until they were killed... some stories she'd heard said that they never could die on their own, that their lives had to be taken from them in order for them to 'rest'. And even then...
She ignored the hand given to her, standing up on her own accord. Naomi was independent, and had to be to survive as long as she had; in her life, there'd been few people to help her, and even her mother and siblings weren't there when she could have used them the most. That wasn't to say that she didn't miss them, but she had always been gone on something else, some other trip or self-training session that her own master had sent her on, and after the age of twelve she rarely saw her family... until they were all gone... "Agreed" she stated simply, as if her own unconsciousness thing hadn't even happened. Showing weakness wasn't her thing, plain and simple.
"But I still have business in this gods-forsaken place... A source of evil beyond a few irate necros lurks here, something fairly evil on its own, and I intent to find it with or without you two." Of course, that was only part of the reason she'd come here; the other part was right in front of her. But there'd been enough jib jab for now, and it was time to get a move on. "Of course, if you two want to tag along, I'm not going to stop you, but just be aware and ready for whatever may come. I don't want to have to drag either of you along behind me just because ya got your legs whacked off or something like that."
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Post by The Mammoth on May 2, 2008 10:43:15 GMT -5
Horacius listened to what Naomi said, understanding why she didn't take his hand. She was independent, the stereotypical "tough female." That persona was a little hard to deal with, as they always put themselves in a tense situation by being crass and not accepting any sort of help or assistance. But, Horacius understood. There is a time and a place to pick a fight, and over such a petty thing, there was never a time or a place. She was going to be as she would, and despite her attitude, she had assisted them, and seemingly, she was fighting for good.
"It's the least we can do to repay you." Horacius said, reluctantly leaving the necromancer master to his own devices. It was a difficult decision, but there was no telling where he was, or what power he held, or even if any townsfolk remained. Horacius knew that for now, he could help Naomi, and gather information at the same time.
"Perhaps you should let us know what needs to be done." He said, kindly.
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Post by Da Pwny on May 2, 2008 15:50:24 GMT -5
"Well, I don't know much," Naomi started, leaning up against what had been part of the house, at least a part that hadn't been destroyed yet, "but the source I got it from told me that its along the lines of a ritual-gone-wrong sort of thing. What exactly that means is beyond me, but the pay sounded good, and I've worked with that guy before so I trust that he isn't going to skip town soon as I finish this. All I could really work out of him was that a few other people had tried before, but no one's heard from them since... Just my kind of work."
The eye rolling was laid on heavily, dragged out long enough that anyone could see it. She hated these 'everyone else has failed but you'll succeed' missions, mostly because the whole bragging rights thing didn't fit well with her. Naomi was independent, yes, but she wasn't a fool either; if the job hadn't ranked so high in pay, she would have turned her back in a heartbeat. Money would be the death of her, she'd often known, if only because she was always in need of more. She wasn't greedy, she just used it quicker than it came in. "Anyways, payback or not, I can't force either of you to come with me. I just wish that rat would have told me more about this job..."
Naomi hated taking jobs she knew little about, but money was tight, and the purse on this would loosen that up a bit. She'd never been good with money, but she didn't spend it freely either. All she had to do was walk in, take whatever this was out, and then walk out in one piece. How hard could that be?
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Post by Vaidia on May 2, 2008 18:18:06 GMT -5
Tracery etchings forever remain, even if a slate has been clean swept. A forever imprint, soft as whispers out of context, but the deepest scar when placed with in thought. Invisible, either way, to the eyes of in and out.
These people.
They were so ungodly ridiculous! Would you like some jerky to chew on? What was that man, some kind of hick? Seriously, who decided to describe how to eat a food when offering it. She did not want to chew on any jerky, but devour it (...if anything). And also! Jerky itself was so boring. If he really wanted to be nice, he'd give her a nice, juicy pot of steaming and delicious, rabbit stew. All seasoned up with some herbs and a few potatoes intermixed along with a few other veggies... But not broccoli. Or fish. Was there such thing as fish stew? She hoped not, the very thought of having something so detestable on the same level as her most favorite food was rather unpleasant. Oh, it was such a silly thing to bother over. But. Food.
Food, in her hand, already planted in her mouth as she chewed-- no, devoured the small piece of meat. How did this happen? What demon possessed her to grab this poorly descriptulated snack, this sadly substanceless shamble of meat. She had just finished giving her dislike to it and now! Now, it was making its way down through her body works and eventually to try its best to give life to her ever-growling stomach. And after that, it would be dispelled in a sad little pile. And she would laugh at how pathetic it was. How this puny amount of food could only be given by a puny man. PUNY BOY!
...Had her hunger-inspired action dictated her thoughts, she was sure she would have said that aloud. Then, things would not bode well, not at all. The tin man would probably not let her tag along then. And then, her master would be mad and probably make her spy on them instead of just following. And spying wasn't fun, because then she wouldn't get to meet all these new people and it would be waay too much like work. Not that she wouldn't do work, but she'd rather have fun. And rather answer the puny man's question to her name.
"Inta," Was the puny response she gave to the puny man. She knew her reply would made little sense, but did not care. She would only give a puny response... to the puny man. But, when she said this, her eyes drawn to another sight to his side, not meeting him in the slightest. Dormant, until he decided to meet her.
Then, the big dog tin man decided to approach her. He was still tall. And scary looking. And near-foaming at the mouth. Still, even though there didn't seem to be any need. And then he starts more with that mumbo-jumbo about her master again. Though, he had a point about all of it and he was rather smart for figuring out what was really going on. Would she admit it? Heck no. This foamy dude was nowhere near conquering her. So, in response to his words, Inta gaze a nice witty reply.
"Whud' if I just wanted to, foamy." She mumbled, poking out her tongue in a daggerish insult. Oh, she would not give a care to his sure fired anger to her words; but, as any smart child would do, she made sure that the tin man's back was turned first before she wagged her tongue at him. Yes, caution would be best traveled in action, for they meant so much more then measly word.
And, to her attention came to the only other girl/woman in the group, who had started blabbing away about careless things. At this, Inta decided that she didn't like this blue caked women who spewed off words of disregard to what could be assumed her master. This ranting stick thing who just annoyed her for some reason. But, not to worry. She would just ignore this stick.
Tracery etching remain forever, their sight being light but scars so deep. Yet, even the greatest pain can be filled away by the simple joys of living and innocence paste. Whether these patches would last depended on the whispers of others.
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Post by knightc3 on May 2, 2008 22:20:09 GMT -5
Horacius had decided to help Naomi so he would follow them too. She seemed to be thinking something but literally snatched the jerky out of his hand. He grinned as the girl stuck her tongue out at Horacius. "Inta, thats a good name. It seems you would be traveling with us. Uh, do you want more food? What do you like best?", he asked trying to stir up a conversation with the girl. She seemed innocent enough when she wasn't conjuring undead, something he planned to always kept in his mind while around her. Just because he was being friendly didn't mean he was going to let his guard down even for a moment.
He didn't agree with the attitude Horacius had taken towards her, trying to explain to her why what she did was wrong and how they were the ones who were trying to do good. But he realized Horacius didn't know how difficult it was a for a child of her age to make sense of such things. He knew because he had gone through it before. The only way to make her understand was through actions. He hoped she would pay attention to Horacius and how he lived his life, maybe even trust him enough one day to be receptive to what he was saying.
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Post by The Mammoth on May 3, 2008 2:15:58 GMT -5
Horacius knew his words would never get through to the girl, nor would anything he said be effective. He was too threatening, too harsh over years of war, and seeing so many killed by necromancers, by those who had the power and foolishness to cast the dark magics. He was bitter toward the girl, even if she was a child, but he knew this was not her fault. He had to control himself. His failures, his troubles, they were no excuse for his actions against the others. He sighed. Horacius had spent too much time at the blade, he forgot how to deal with children. So long since his son and wife had fallen. So bitter he had become...
This was his chance, a chance to redeem his past mistakes. This girl was an innocent, like his son. She would not be the collateral damage for the war some necromancer was going to make. Horacius lowered his head in thought. How could he make this girl understand, she was so consumed in the trouble that her master had sewn for her. She was old enough that she should be able to be reasoned with, but it was possible her childhood was deprived of her by her master. Horacius understood his actions were not going to work. He had to prove to her, by signs of courage, kindness, friendship. He knelt down again, looking her in the eyes and removing his helm.
"I'm sorry. Battle makes me a little rough around the edges. You can come with us. Try to stay back though... I don't want you to get hurt." He said, his voice and his mind completely honest. She didn't understand what was going on, there was no way she could. Horacius was challenging all she knew, she couldn't accept the things he was saying. He would have to repress everything he felt toward necromancers in order to help this girl, "And you name the food you want, we'll get it for you."
He turned from the girl and Athon, looking back to Naomi.
"Forgive the interruption, I have a lot on my mind." He said, "I'll help you, and if you, Athon, want to train under me, I'll help you as well. Then... We handle everything else. Agreed?"
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Post by Da Pwny on May 3, 2008 3:51:45 GMT -5
"Says the man who nearly got his arse kicked by a girl who's menstrual cycle hasn't even started" Naomi mumbled under her breath when Horacious's back was turned. She had a certain kind of dislike for the 'battle-hardened, "I've lost everything so I'm going to help people in hopes that I'll get back at least a piece of what I've lost"' type; Naomi had come home one day several years ago to a welcome party of assassins who's hands still had the blood of her mother and sister on them, and she'd gotten over it. Possibly because she was shallow, most likely in part because she hardly ever saw them, and its not like she liked them being gone, its just that life moved on, and there wasn't a d**ned thing she could do to bring them back. Maybe she just couldn't accept the fact that they were gone...
Whatever it was, she steeled herself against it and refused to let that show through. She had a job to do, and that was find out who did it, and the only person who was of any use in finding that out was the man standing in front of her apparently lamenting over something he'd lost a while ago. Whatever it was, she didn't give a flying turd about it, and only wanted to figure out who the hell had burned down her village, slaughtered her family, and then, in turn, attempted to kill Naomi upon her own homecoming.
"Whatever works with you" she said after having been quiet since her snide comment, waving her hands in annoyance. It wasn't that she didn't mind company, its just that most company she worked around... well, quite frankly, they ended up dying. Which was probably why she was so detached from emotion most of the time except for when the crap was hitting the fan. So she started off in the direction she'd been going before Horacius had come, before this whole little mess had started, mumbling unknown and unheard curses to herself.
The only thing company was good for on solo missions was fodder, and although she disliked using her fellow humans as bait, if one of them squeaked at the wrong moment, she wasn't against abandoning them right then and there to die an unspeakably horrifying death, she watching from a safe spot. Stopping for a second, she added "And if you do follow, do please be quiet. I would hate to have to leave someone to be a bite-sized snack for whatever I'm going after, but if worse comes to worse, I'd rather it not be me."
Harsh, yes. Realistic, however; and very much so. Naomi didn't ask them to follow, but if they wanted to, she at least wanted to give them fair warning, and herself a cause for killing anyone who so much as sneezed at the wrong moment. Her job wasn't easy, and with extra people, it would only be that much harder... unless the young lad who's name skipped her mind for a moment until she remembered that it was Athon wanted and was able to play that trick again, in which case she would most certainly like to have him along for the actual fight.
It was getting past whatever pesky defenses were in the way that worried her... some of these clever bastards had traps that were sound-activated, as she and a not-so-lucky friend of hers found out the hard way once... It was never a walk-in deal; there was always some kind of genius, psychosis-inducing puzzle or nerve-wrackingly difficult guardian she had to find a weak spot in... if she knew any better, Naomi would have thought that this was some sort of game, built by jerks who hated her more than they hated themselves, and had probably gotten lost in their own mazes or killed by their own monsters... which, in and of itself, was highly ironic.
Thinking all of this, she almost didn't see the snake that hissed in her direction, and would have bitten her in the shins had she not jumped away. Grabbing it right behind the head as fast as it had struck out at her, she began walking again, watching the writhing serpent squiggle and squirm under her grip, thinking how easy it would be to simply squeeze too hard... and after a few paces, she lightly set it back on the ground, letting it go off into the brush without so much as a bruise beneath its scales. No, she had a respect for nature, and killing without reason just wasn't her thing... not for reasons that were petty or idiotic, but simply that Mother Earth had cared for Naomi in her long years, and returning the favor in such a small way was only a tiny bit of what she could possibly ever give back. She just hoped that the others weren't thinking her to be getting soft or the next scaly reptile that crossed her path might not be so lucky...
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Post by Vaidia on May 21, 2008 20:04:13 GMT -5
((Whta'cha! A post. I be lazy and not go into my pretty writing style for most of this, instead more mental POV stuff. Not as nice, but still fun. And I need a little work to get back into the swing of this character. Oh, featured in this post: A Roast to all.))
It wasn't every day that a bunch of grown, beefy (well, at least one was) men went all soppy on you and offered to get any food that you wanted. Most people would jump on this golden opportunity with out a second thought, thinking up the most ridiculous food possible to make the most difficult job for these men. Well, that would be a bit mean, making them get some rare delicacy to fill her tummy. She may be hungry but she wasn't starved or food deprived or anything. Didn't they see that stick woman over there? She must weigh... about 95 pounds or so and she weighed 100. Five pounds heavier, and even shorter. Why did they not pester her with their requests? Unless...
Oh no, they were not pulling the "let's be nice to the little girl" gag. Inta HATED that whole spiel. Didn't they know how much of jerks they were being by doing this? And foamy, going off with his little, "I'm so sowway, let's be fweinds and I'll pwotect you, so stay back" thing. No tact, what-so-ever. But the puny man, was at least a little polite. He complemented her name, good, and didn't really do too much to make an, mind her language, ass of himself. And the stick woman continued to babble on about things, acting all important and such. Well, she was the one who had the mission and foamy was going to follow her. Ugh, foamy, why did she have to follow him!
But the Food.
Free Food.
Food= Rabbit Stew.
You know you want it.
The girl undefinable eyes slowly drifted away, mind creating the most wishably solid images of the sweet, heavenly nectar for which she always craved. The very creation of it in her mind made her stomach rumble slightly, mouth water and breath suck in the figmented odor of the most divine food. It was so vivid of imagination that it swept her conscience away into a wonderful place for a moment, dispelling the negative energies against those around away from her, and instantly bringing her into the most pleasant of moods.
Until, of course, she remembered it wasn't real.
But, it could be.
Conscious thought once again connected into her, just as her eyes made sights with the stick and the snake. The whole sequence bloomed in front of her, showing a slightly new side to her... So, that's why the stick was such a stick. She must not like eating meat! Anyone who did that was usually really scrawny and wimpy! And they also have issues with people, she now learned. Unrealistic issues. Whiney issues. Bi-
Food. She was delaying an awful much for her answer.
"Uh... Rabbit Stew?"
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 7, 2008 19:22:08 GMT -5
Horacius sighed and shook his head, having heard Naomi's snide comment that she so furiously mumbled. He stopped thinking on the little girl, for every time he said something, the amount of spite that was so painfully obvious in her actions annoyed him. She was a typical child, but in some aspects much worse. She hadn't developed much discretion yet, and it made what was going through her mind very easy to read from the simple look of contempt for Horacius on her face. There was no question she was following them by order of her master. Horacius knew the time would come where she would see who was truly on her side. He knew that because she was young, nothing he could say, nothing he could do, would change her mind. It would be the mistakes of her master that would enlighten her. If it didn't Horacius struggled with the idea of having to kill a little girl.
When it seemed Inta didn't plan on responding, and her face that was practically on the verge of sticking her tongue out at him, Horacius continued walking behind Naomi. She seemed to know where she was going. He smiled as she became more on guard after she was nearly bitten by a snake.
Oh, and the little necromancer was a problem for me... Mrs. almost get killed by a snake because your head's where the sun doesn't shine... He thought, his smile turning into a small chuckle.
Finally, Inta spoke, saying she wanted Rabbit Stew. Interesting choice, Horacius thought. His son loved rabbit meat, and finally a happy memory came back of hunting for rabbit with his son. The memory was quickly pushed away, as he had to focus on keeping alert in the trail they were taking. Naomi was leading them to who knows what...
"Rabbit stew..." He said, "We can do that, I'd say."
He looked back at Athon, who was seemingly much better at handling the little girl, perhaps because his hatred of necromancers was no so steeped in his mindset. Horacius thought his age probably didn't help either, he figured he seemed like the angry neighbor. Always the enemy because he's an old guy, no matter how nice, how much he ignores her, or if he yelled at her.
Children... Its a wonder any of us make it to adulthood...
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 9, 2008 21:09:06 GMT -5
*you know, looking now, Inta is tall for being about 13-14 XD*
Naomi still didn't understand why these men felt the need to follow her; the young lady, of all of them, seemed to be the only one who had her priorities straight. And her priority right now was food, although that conflicted with Naomi's schedule... Inta, wasn't it? Interesting name...
Still not quite sure what or where exactly to start, she sighed, still trying to get things moving. But having been delayed constantly since coming here, Naomi was miffed that they would now be rabbit hunting in the middle of this gods-forsaken village. She first considered first giving them a small speech again, but decided that it was better to simply disappear this time, rather than boring them to death. Besides, that Inta brat had that stuck-up, stubborn air about her that she so very much hated about children for the most part, considering how harsh she had had it early in life herself. And so, without so much as a warning or a word spoken, she simply started off once more towards her destination.
Naomi knew she was being rude at the moment, but she truthfully had no other choice, should she wish to get paid at all for this. She had promised them that she would finish the job within a week, and it had taken her three days just to get here. She needed to finish this job tonight, or there was no money, and a very upset ruler for whom she would most likely either be run out of the country for failure at best; at worst, she would never get another job in this region ever again. Both endings were not in favor of her, hence why she wished to move along.
Regaining the pace she had taken before, Naomi turned and started off deeper into the town, a bit more aware this time of her surroundings. She needed to find and destroy whatever beast laid in front of her before daybreak, because she would not get another chance to do so until the next fortnight. And that would put her behind, as if that meddling little necrotic wench hadn't done so already with her undead peons. She was tired, and running low on energy, but having no time to rest or eat, she improvised; reaching into her pack, she pulled out a palm-sized, flattened round packet wrapped in plain paper, and promptly downed it in a few bites. The packet, which contained fish and several mixes of herbs, would give her a boost in energy for a few more hours, even if it tasted like sh**. A precaution at most, but she had been weakened from the last battle to begin with, and was not in any shape to fully summon a being even one more time.
She continued on until the fog, which had blanketed the town after that fight, enveloped her form, leaving not a trace that she had been there except for the three witnesses that were still behind her, somewhere...
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Post by knightc3 on Jun 10, 2008 10:03:20 GMT -5
(( Haha, thats pretty enough for me Vaidia ))
Athon wondered if Inta would actually help them if or rather when they got into trouble. Seeing her power before, a fraction of what she was using in the town a while ago would be enough to destroy pretty much anything that stood in their way. He guessed using these dark powers affected the carrier, or so he had been told. But if she could help, why not? He was watching Naomi carefully and frowned when he saw her dissapear in the fog of the night.
He looked behind him once at the other two and continued on in the fog, his sword back in his hand along with the shield. He wasn't taking any chances of being jumped in this fog, especially without the protection of his armor now.
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