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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 12:04:55 GMT -5
Ikoret scouted around the hill finding quite a few more of the Lycans. "I'm good at fighting, not getting mauled....." He muttered, stepping away as quickly and quietly as possible. Walking through the town a few minuites later, he decided to search around for someone brave enough, or stupid enough to take on the Lycans with him. "A bar eh? Ah well, as good a place to look as any....." hs said, stepping in. He wasn't sure if he'd found the perfect partner or the perfect reason to run. He decided to step to the side and find a seat, glaring at the bartender when he was about to ask what he was about to have. The bartender promptly walked away and ignored him for the rest of the time in the bar.
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Post by Crow on Jan 30, 2008 12:21:13 GMT -5
The next morning Ikoret sat up and changed into the usual clothes, but instead of the usual brown vest, he put on a trenchcoat he had managed to get off of one of the werewolves he'd managed to kill before it transformed. In anycase, he felt it would be a good Idea to put that silver edged Katana to use for once. Maybe he didn't need it today, but he lost a few too many daggers yesterday. "Ah well...." He said, strapping it to his waist and drawing the thing making a few quick cuts before jamming it back into the scabbard. He sighed, thinking it too nice to use today, "Only as a last resort then..." He walked outside and started heading out of the town. One ofthe stupid things were sitting on a hilltop in perfect view while he was nice and hidden by his usual hunting rock. He figured he'd watch it for a while. Maybe it would walk past after a while, tired of it's spot and ready(whether he knows it or not) to give up some equipment. He got that vibe things were about to go wrong again, "But what can go wrong? Not like they found decent weapons or anything...." Figuring that it was better to be safe than face down in a pool of blood he drew the katana from the scabbard and waited.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 20:30:09 GMT -5
A few hours later Ikoret walked back into town, his over full bag seeping a bloody trail behind him. "Ah, things went well for once!" He said, heading to the bounty house and retrieving a modest sum. He walked back to his room, glad for once that he wasn't the one leaking blood everywhere for once. He changed into a T shirt and just colapsed in his bed, happy about the take of the day for once.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 19:19:13 GMT -5
"My name is Ikoret." He said, stepping out of the room and walking away. Well, with that over I can finally get back to work...He walked out of the town and eventually found a fair sized rock he could step on top of to get a better view of the place. He noticed a Lycan right off. He got behind the rock and peeked around, "pst....hey.....hey you! yeah you ya dumb excuse for a mutt!" Anyone watching would have seen the lycan howl in rage just before it ran behind the rock and out of view. And almost the second he got out of view blood spattered on the ground next to the rock. With the dead lycan's head in his bag he soon spotted another that was apparently drawn by the howl. "Too easy..." he thought as he baited the stupid thing over.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 18:02:05 GMT -5
"More or less...." He said, standing up. "I would like to apologize as well. The other room was abandoned for the past few days and I had just gotten back from a bit of a fight. I wasn't thinking when I opened the door and I'm sorry for that." He said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "In anycase, I hope to see you again...." He said, walking past her towards the door, picking up a fairly large sack, the kind that a thief would normally sling over his back after getting it filled with loot.
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Post by Crow on Jan 29, 2008 12:43:34 GMT -5
"Ugh, this is a bloody hell of a bad idea....but come in." He said. Great, she was back... He was thinking to himself why he was even letting her in, but due to the, er....interesting nature of vampires he would either let her in, or let her storm in and he'd have to make a bloody mess of the place. And he'd just payed for his rent! and that wouldn't do one bit. He just sighed and sat up cross legged on his bed and waited for to come in. "Really surprised that you aren't here to kill me honestly. Vampires aren't exactly known as....tolerant, of humans."
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 13:06:21 GMT -5
When he heard the door close he sighed in relief, and started unbarring the door. When that was done he put his ear to the door. Then, satisfied that she was gone he walked in expecting something to get thrown at his head anyway. When he got inside he took off his clothes and made sure her door was closed. Then he got into the warm water and started cleaning a nasty looking cut that was on his arm. After it was done he made sure it was closed with a wrapping and got dressed again, walking out of the bathroom and falling over in his bed, wondering if he should apologize...."nah, I don't have a death wish..." He muttered into his pillow, just before realizing he forgot to put his mask on. He had already found acceptance, no matter how slight, in this town. A single person walking in over the night could end that. He sat up and reached for it, putting it into it's customary position and brushing off the slight layer of frost that had formed on his pillow.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 1:45:10 GMT -5
(ooh, going to get right on it)
He shouted in surprise and ran out, shutting and barracading the door with everything he had in the room. He was breathing just as heavily as she was, sitting against the mound of junk he piled in front of the door. He had killed some nasty vampires in the day, but he had a feeling that fifty thousand wouldn't be close to decent in this case! He sighed, "At least she's pretty..." He said, slumping to the ground.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 0:55:27 GMT -5
And of course someone had to be foolish enough to enter. One of the only other customers had just returned, tired and beat. He wore a face mask that covered the bottom half of his face, a reddish head band, and a long white scarf that he used. He walked into his room, tempted to just fall into the bed, but the innkeeper would probobly kill him if he dripped anymore blood on it. He walked to the bathroom figuring, "It was empty for the past few days, it's going to be empty now..." He poked his head in, figuring to make sure no one was in anyway. Fate always had a way of sending a few extra daggers at his head from time to time.
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Post by Crow on Feb 26, 2008 22:55:00 GMT -5
The assassin walked out of the town about a minuite later covered in ash with scorched clothes, "I swear.....That man's contracts are going to get me killed.....Undead? No problem, storm from hell? Problem....."
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 0:46:23 GMT -5
If it bothered him he didn't show it, as he ran down and started slicing into undead like a tornado, his shortsword crackling with energy each time it hit something. Every time one took a swing at him he wasn't there anymore, having gotten behind it already and severing a body part or the like. He worked his way over to the other man that was fighting, "Are you alright? I've been sent here to help you under the employ of a neighboring lord."
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Post by Crow on Jan 31, 2008 11:41:34 GMT -5
The shadowy man slowed his horse down when they got close enough. "The time for riding is over, and I don't want to be caught on horseback if we get attacked on the final stretch." He said, running to the town's gate. He drew his shortsword which glowed slightly, as well as a fairly normal curved dagger.
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Post by Crow on Jan 28, 2008 13:25:36 GMT -5
"Grab a horse" He replied simply. He walked into the stables, returning with two horses. He hopped on top of the first one, apparently not caring whether or not Zyphan followed, he rode off towards the town.
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Post by Crow on Jan 27, 2008 0:39:47 GMT -5
He saw the unusual flash of colors and didn't know to draw a dagger or sit there waiting. He figured that the later was the better option, "Are you the one That escorts me to the town?" He replied
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Post by Crow on Jan 26, 2008 14:28:56 GMT -5
At the horse stables a thin man, dressed in an outfit of the typical rogue stood, leaning against a wall. He wore a face mask that covered the lower half of his face. He didn't have any visible weapons on him besides a shortsword.
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