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Post by Crow on Feb 22, 2008 14:42:01 GMT -5
The bard was sitting a nearby roof, listening in. "This is getting good...." he muttered, just before leaning back a little bit too far and falling to land just behind the pair. His hat floated down behind him, landing just to the side. He grabbed it, put it on and started brushing himself off. He chuckled nervously, "Uh, evening! How's everyone doing?"
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 22, 2008 14:43:35 GMT -5
The emptiness of the prisons surprised Hybrandt. Where were the guards? The door was even left slightly ajar. Hybrandt looked through slit in the doorway. He almost cursed at the scene he saw. Two cells were obviously broken open, and someone was threatening the elf. To make matters even worse, it sounded like something large and scaly was moving outside. Hybrandt quickly dived through the slit in the door, as quietly as possible, and pulled back the mechanism at the same time. He was careful to be as quiet as he could, and to stay in the shadows. Who was this man? An interrogator, or someone more dangerous? He had never seen him around here. Hybrandt pointed his crossbow at the stranger. He hoped he wouldn't have to be involved, but better to be prepared... Crouching in the dark corner, he started to listen.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 22, 2008 15:19:56 GMT -5
Marcela growled softly enough. "Why should I tell you? Either way, I'm most likely about to die anyways... Give me one reason why I shouldn't simply scream and end both our lives in short order." Her voice remained dead-pan as she searched actively for a way out. Of course, she wouldn't scream... she wouldn't give him that kind of pleasure. She wouldn't give anyone the pleasure of hearing her in fear...
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 22, 2008 19:49:58 GMT -5
As soon as the bard was on the floor, he had turned around and was pointing one of his gauntlets at him. He didn't seem concerned by it. He could also sense another close by but he couldn't see anyone. The situation was getting worse by the second. He kept looking at the bard, frequently glancing at the shadows. He leaned back and whispered softly so no one could hear them.
"We will meet again... you can count on it..." he said before pulling back his hands and making his way for towards the way he had come in. This was no time to get caught.
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Post by Gin on Feb 24, 2008 6:14:35 GMT -5
Lediw walked back to his chair, he filled up another drink listening to the chaos outside, 2 imperial guards had just walked passed his windows yelling about that elf rumour...
as Lediw stood by his old comfortable chair made of mable, dark red wood he thought for a moment, *Guess they want something I can't give 'em, somehow, I just boil to get out there see what happens...* he choose to do so as he finnished his Scotch and passed the door grabbing his coat and walked out into the burning market inferno. He took out his sword and walked towards the 2 imperial guards outside his house, The black eye shown to them 2 guards made them suprised as Lediw figured to give them each a punch in the eye returning his own black eye feature to them aswell, they both fell in the instant of a second and soon both of them was stabbed without merci, he tried to spot what was happening in the middle of the inferno... *What the?* he thought he saw something very much alike a dragon, indeed it was! A dragon tamed by the empire as it's tamer stood flawlessly whipping his whip at the dragon, the whip had a large knot of titan at the tip of it which the tamer used to wipe out any incomming treath from the sides!
*Evil bastard, never leaving us alone, are they?* Lediw thought and for his own secure reason chose a safer way to pass through so that he'd not end up like a toast, to perhaps advance for a suprise attack at the tamer, though what was he to do with the dragon once that'd been performed?
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 24, 2008 13:49:50 GMT -5
She watched the mysterious figure go, and decided that sticking around here wouldn't be such a good idea after. Getting attacked like that had actually calmed her down, namely because it seemed eerily familiar, as did everything here... Marcela had sworn she'd never been in here, but anymore how could she know for sure?
Running to the door, she slowed, looking about outside; it seemed there was quite the commotion out there, as a rather large, scaly scoundrel stomped about. Before she took another step, however, she felt a hand upon her left arm; using only her right hand and fingers, she pulled out the dagger and brought it about to her attacker's neck, stopping just short of slicing through the throat as the soft leather sheath plopping quietly on the hard stone floor...
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Grimnebulin
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Post by Grimnebulin on Feb 28, 2008 14:46:41 GMT -5
Hybrandt leaped from the shadows. "Wait!" Running after the elf, he accidentily knocked the hand holding his crossbow on the wall. The bolt flew over the elf's head. "You can't leave! You're a customer! We'll find you anyway!" He saw Marcela slash down her assaillant. "We'll even forgive your murder if you stay!"
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 28, 2008 19:58:13 GMT -5
*she didn't kill that character, simply stopped short of his jugulars >.> <.< scare tactic and all...*
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Post by Mirshaan on Feb 28, 2008 20:14:54 GMT -5
The Empire, vast and powerful, yet ever so greedy. Those that did not stand with them fell benieth them and were left in their wake. The dead and those that soon would be merged with the destruction of a mighty force. This empire waged war accross every land it encountered, but their advance was resisted. Soon those that opposed the Empire would join forces and rise up to defeat their foe.
Watching unseen, a dark figure of a man no more than a myth slipped from shadow to shadow, observing, waiting and rarely noticed. The scene before him unfolding as so many before it, resulting in another life taken. The war had taken a sinister turn, spies and assasins ruled these parts, fighting mostly amonst themselves and killing what ever they were payed to kill. It was these Assasins that would tip the ballance against the mighty Empire.
A body lay on the ground at his feet, dressed in long robes of a rich material, blood pouring from the neck caused by a clean knife wound. Another senseless death, though this one had been attacked from behind by a skilled man in a black mask. The man shook his head, he checked that no one else was nearby then reached down through the body and grabbed hold of the dead man's soul. He pulled it free of the corpse until it was standing upright next to him.
"Is that...?"
"You, yes." The man's soothing voice replied
"So I'm...?"
"Dead, yes." The soul of the rich man frowned as it started to fade away.
"Who are you?" The soul asked.
"I am Mirshaan" The Angel replied.
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Post by knightc3 on Feb 28, 2008 22:18:50 GMT -5
As he quickly made his way out, the path still unobstructed by any gaurds, he heard some shouting behind him. D**n, there had been someone in the shadows, like he suspected earlier. But he was shouting at the elf. Derek now was only worried about getting out of the town unnoticed. As he scaled the wall and jumped over it, landing softly on the grass below, he felt something in his heart. He quickly raised his hand to his heart. He started running towards the treeline and hid himself in the shadows.
Death was closeby, he always felt it. The angel of death had appeared somewhere. He was dying, bit by bit, disintegrating into nothingness due the the same force the alchemist had 'cursed' him with. He didn't know how long he had. He didn't know whether others could sense it.
Not yet, he thought to himself.
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Post by Da Pwny on Feb 28, 2008 22:40:15 GMT -5
Marcela's blood ran cold at the sight of the death master, the bolt he fired whether on accident or on purpose she narrowly avoided; trust him after all he'd just put her through? Fat chance. With an easy motion that she knew not where it came from, Marcela kicked the sheath up, bouncing it off the wall nearby and her own knee, catching it with her free hand as she pulled the knife back, replacing the dagger as she did. Turning, she slipped out barely noticed. But someone had been watching her the whole time, and as she darted down an alleyway, they decided to act...
All at once, no less than three or four persons descended upon Marcela, and the elf was immediately trapped. Time slowed down as the first one, not wasting any time at all over gloating or anything of the like, came at her, and something just... clicked...
Immediately, she whipped the dagger out, dodging the blade as if it were standing still and sliced right in the middle of the jugular, killing the man in seconds. Turning, she pulled her own sword, blocking another attack in the process, removing her dagger from the previous victim's neck and cut at the man, slicing him right between the eyes. As the man pulled back, screaming in pain, she drove the blade through his heart, then immediately pulled back as another attack came at her, deflecting that one with the hilt as she noted more coming in at her... She had no idea exactly what was happening; her body was acting on its own, spreading death without even a second thought to her own safety... as it continued, she found that she didn't even have to think, just react a moment faster than those around her...
After it was all said and done, no less than nine assailants lay dead around her, Marcela reeling backwards and clutching her head, a massive headache having come over her. Even as she tried to heal herself, the pain only got worse... Finally screaming out in agony, she collapsed, her body unconscious but twitching, unable to stop for a long while as she passed into a restless nightmare...
Many miles away, in the safety of a high-rise within the Empire's walls, she sat... There were many of power within the Empire, but none held so much as Scyara did; absolute power, even over the Emperor himself. She was part of the reason for the Empire's growth, its longevity, and she would be there for its demise. The telepath was watching, watching many things take place all at once... She could see well beyond the walls of her prison, many hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles away, straight into the heart of Midvale. "Ah..." she sighed, closing her eyes slowly, with control that no human could ever achieve, "What a nuisance this... Nika is becoming. Quite the nuisance indeed. That's the third doll we've lost, and the first of our most advanced series too! All in due time, however..."
Her right hand, simply known as Narc, his face and body covered by a pure darkness that no eye of this world could possibly penetrate, stated "But there is something else, is there not, m'lady?" "You refer to the elf, my dear?" she asked, calm as the waters before the storm, "Yes, let there be rejoicing amongst the brethren tonight, for our child has finally started to awaken... I foresee her being the end of this Empire, so that through her, we can build one stronger, without that meddling bastard child Cryph... He takes credit for all our hard work, for all our pain and suffering we went through to make him the leader he is... and he dares to say that he did it all on his own?! Blasphemy!!"
The building shook with the last word as Scyara's rage subsided, her breathing returning to normal as she tried to regain control over herself. "He will pay for his sins... most certainly he will pay dearly for them. In the end, he will pay with his life... And if all should go as planned, the Guild will fall alongside the Empire... already the poisons have been set, the traps placed... Alls that awaits is for them to take the bait and bring about their own doom..." No smile came over her face, no feelings of satisfaction; such things were above Scyara and her thinking... She was above emotions, although she freely expressed them from time to time, above reacting without a though, although she occasionally did just that... "We will wait, and we shall see what path our child takes. Pray that it is the one that will lead her to us someday soon..."
*will get a profile for the mystery woman up soon enough :3*
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Gin
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Post by Gin on Feb 29, 2008 8:40:34 GMT -5
Lediw paced through the streets, deciding better to leave the tamer alone to calm down and try finding help with'in the guild main building, somewhat fortress like it was...
In need of shelter he tried as well as went to keep in shadows and small street ways until he could reach the building, *Perhaps... I won't have to pay the bills for now...* He figured as he sneaked into the building, mable enviorement, very beautiful...
((OoC: Meaning he is sort of in the prison building, for, most of you are there right... I would like to team up with, sort of anyone?))
Trouble to come was how to identify himself in case of encounter a guard or any alike...
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Post by Crow on Feb 29, 2008 13:37:37 GMT -5
The bard watched, laughing and cheering at the sight of the girl destroying the nine attackers. That was until she fell over just after. He cursed and picked her up, keeping the lute over his back.
He walked to an inn, a different one than the one he had trashed and ordered a room, setting her down in it. He set her weapons to the side, just incase she wanted to kill him after getting up. While she was sleeping, he was sitting on a chair strumming chords on his lute.
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Post by Da Pwny on Mar 8, 2008 8:40:25 GMT -5
*guess since no one else has posted I will... where's Grim after all?? bloody necro won't even post in his own RP >.>*
Awaking with a start, Marcela looked about, trying to figure out how exactly she'd gotten inside. Her head throbbed like a maelstrom, and by now was driving her nuts. What had happened to her, and why did she feel like an oxen had ran over her head? Her vision still swirled around her as she tried to concentrate, trying desperately to get her mind straight, as well as everything else that went along with it... Marcela did not dare exit her bed, for fear of falling over, but she did lean up against the nearby wall as she turned, using it for support while she got her bearings straight...
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