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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 16 2009, 06:39 PM (1,165 Views) | |
| Seth | Mar 16 2009, 06:39 PM Post #1 |
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I'm...HUNGRY!
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Three figures crept through the barracks in the middle of the night, taking care not to disturb their fellow pages. One carried a rag, and all of them carried sparring swords. Upon reaching the bed that was their destination, the boy with the rag moved to the head of the bed and quickly gagged its occupant. There was a slight struggle, but the three boys quickly overpowered their lone victim and carried him outside. Jason DuGrine laughed heartlessly as he threw Isaac against a thick tree. "Thought you were pretty funny, did you?" he asked mockingly. "Thought you'd make me look bad with one of these?" The last word was punctuated with a rap on the side of Isaac's head with the wooden sword. He stepped back and looked at Isaac in the darkness, seething with rage, then kicked him squarely in the face. Isaac cried out, but the rag muffled his screams. The other two boys joined in, kicking Isaac and beating him viciously with their practice weapons. After a few minutes, they stopped, panting from the fervor of their fury. Jason smiled wickedly. "Who's laughing now, Vergant?" The trio of pages left him lying on the ground, covered in bruises with blood flowing freely from a wound in his head. Isaac cried softly. His vision swam and became murky, then faded into black. He would not be discovered until morning. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Recens quickly ducked out of sight, then cut around in a wide loop to where he knew Clark would be. The last thing he needed right now was for Jane to be mad at him; if she saw him outside, she would knew who fired the arrow. Clark appeared to be walking with red-haired woman Recens had seen swinging a sword earlier. He grinned for a moment, amused by the idea of Clark being with a woman, but upon closer inspection, he realized she was attempting to pull him away from the battlefield, and that he was unresponsive. Not hesitating for a moment, Recens ran to the pair and positioned himself to help the girl carry Clark. "Where are we taking him, Miss?" OOC: Whee, backstory! :D |
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| Tookie | Mar 16 2009, 07:39 PM Post #2 |
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OOC: Don't mind me. >_> Vassarin was furious. Emysia leaving was not unforseen- she had disappeared before- but taking Lilane with her had been very unfortunate. Without her, there was no bait to lure the boy. No bait to lead a foolish child to his death, and no way of settling an old score. No-one wanted to be in Vassarin's way at this particular moment. No-one really wanted to be in Vassarin's way at any given moment, but this one was worse than most. It was Relus who dared to approach the towering man first, surprisingly. Relus was neither large nor strong, likely to crumple even under Vassarin's fist, though he felt he would not need to worry about that for long. Though it pained him to do this to Emysia, it was the only way to guarantee the Order's safety from Vassarin's anger. "A moment, Vassarin." "... Relus. What is it?" Vassarin snorted. "I believe I have found a way to track Emysia." ... This is it. No turning back now, he thought. Realisation dawned on Vassarin's face- find Emysia and the boy would surely be nearby. "... I'm listening. Make it quick." "Well, it seems that Emysia forgot one important thing about teleportation spells; namely, how to prevent any residue magic. With the residue she left, I can work out roughly where she went, and we can work from there." "How long will that take?" And Vassarin is straight to the point as usual, Relus thought. "Not too long. The only thing I worry about is Myke. Two years is a long time for him to have been running around ahead of us, we don't know what he can do now or who he travels with- I'd rather you didn't overstretch yourself." "Myke is just a boy. We will fight and he will die. That is all." Relus groaned, and left to begin working on tracing Emysia's last spell. Part of him was hoping, unprofessional as it was, that Myke would prove to be stronger than Vassarin. The man could do with being humbled, and Myke had been a good kid back when he was a lot younger. It'd be a shame to see him die so young. OOC: Hope this doesn't intrude on anyone. =\ *Plans to fuel the Myke/Vassarin feud a bit here* |
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| Lewa | Mar 16 2009, 09:10 PM Post #3 |
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NROOC: Me: Now to write the thing I've been thinking about for so long. XEQ marches into the town's major marketplace. Knowing that it can be of no use to the mercenaries without a weapon, the suspiciously tall archer searches for a fletcher. It spies a wiry, tan-skinned man holding thin pieces of wood and marches hastily in that direction. XEQ then sees the man stick meat on the pieces of wood and realizes that these are not arrows, but some form of utensil. This is disappointing. The dark-clothed figure turns in a circle, scanning for any sign of the ammunition it requires. It sees nothing useful. But there is something odd. A young woman in a black and blue dress is staring at the archer with cold black eyes. She begins to move forcefully through the crowd towards the unarmed mercenary, pushing aside the masses with a hefty wooden mallet. XEQ does not understand her behavior, but it has no time to deal with this situation. It needs arrows. Moving at as high a speed as it can obtain, the mysterious being heads for an armory that it saw in the past. There may be arrows there. There are no arrows at the armory. XEQ showed the smith there its bow, but the smith shook his head. He does not make arrows, being a bladesmith. Another failure. This day is not going well for the archer. As it exits the overheated building, it sees that the girl from earlier is waiting outside. She swings her mallet threateningly as she says, "Here you are, XEQ. Did you think you could just run away forever? You were wrong. I know exactly how to kill you and I'm not afraid to do it. Today, you die." |
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| goatfish | Mar 19 2009, 10:38 PM Post #4 |
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"At your service."
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Vastian willed himself to walk into the Guild building, the pain and fear from earlier rattling about in his mind. It was overpowering, the doubt Brannan had sown within Vastian and the ease with which he defeated him. He struggled to keep himself upright and walk normally, but his leg kept giving out on him, forcing him to set his weight upon it gingerly. He'd left his axe behind, carried a satchel in its place. "What're you doing here?" Weyler called to him from the right side of the room, already seated and waiting for the others to assemble there. Vastian stared coldly at the man, his gaze broken by a wince. He'd have to look himself over for wounds later; he couldn't isolate the areas that were causing him pain. "I hired you, didn't I? I'm making sure you get what I promised you." Weyler raised an eyebrow. "But we didn't bring your target back. What is there to pay us for? We failed you." Vastian's eyes fell to the floor when he heard the last sentence. The bounty hunter shared their failure, something a man of his character would hold against himself more than any employer would. The armored man raised his eyes and sighed. "It doesn't matter. You've got wounded, and your leader's among them. The sight of him charging into the fray was enough to convince me you've earned what I promised you." He dropped the satchel and eyed it for a moment, noticing that money didn't hold the same allure it once had for him. "It's not like I'm paying out of my own pocket. And I won't be seeing that employer again." Weyler looked at the bag, then leaned back in his chair, linking his fingers and resting them behind his head. "That Brannan really got to you, eh? I wouldn't take anything he said too seriously. He's got plenty of reasons to lie to you, after all." "I'm not so sure he's lying, and I'm not sure it matters." "Whether he's guilty or not may be up for debate, but there's no doubt he was strong. You knew that when you hired us, and you know it even better now. So, what're you going to do? Just give up?" "No. I'm walking away from it for now. If he was telling the truth, than I hve no reason to take his life. If he was lying...if he was lying, I'm still not strong enough to take him down." 'You're leaving, then?" "Possibly. All I know is I've got lots of work to do." Vastian turned to leave. Weyler smiled. "I guess so. Best of luck to you." He set his chair down and rose to take the satchel. "You ought to drop by again sometime and get some work. We'd be glad to have you." Vastian exited, leaving Weyler alone again. The wizard placed the satchel down by the other chairs and seated himself comfortably, deciding to sleep a bit while he waited for the others. |
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Battling Characters: Charlotte: (Prepromo) Lvl 20/6 Sharpshooter Brannan: Lvl 20/7 Duelist Vastian: Lvl 20/3 Centurion Gaddiel: Lvl 6 Wyvern Rider Eder: Lvl 1 Thief Retired Characters: Casimoore: Lvl 20/20 Champion Weyler: Lvl 20/20 Wizard RP Only: Andras | |
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| Tythanin | Mar 19 2009, 11:24 PM Post #5 |
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Serena Serena was having a hell of time trying to drag their wounded guild leader back to the headquarters and if she didn't like him so much, she would be grumping out loud how she got stuck carrying someone heavy while everyone else was busy not carrying heavy people in armor. In the end, she just mentally grumped about how everyone else was inconsiderate enough to flee in a different direction than her and not help her out. As it was, though, a helper came soon enough in the form of a guy appearing out of like...nowhere and offering to help her. "Where are we taking him, Miss?" Serena was instantly on guard. She didn't recall... "Oh, it's you!" "Back to the guild headquarters in town. I'll lead the way." Serena said as she gratefully unloaded some of Clark's weight to Recens. She remembered exactly where she had seen him. He was from that other mercenary group...the one they had just fought, actually. Her guard was up once again. "Wait a minute. You were with those other guys uh...well, I forgot their names. That mercenary group we just fought. You better not be planning on backstabbing me and taking the Boss! I'll gut you before you can even try! Most likely, at least." She managed her best fierce glare but with the strain on all her muscles from carrying Clark so long right after a battle, all she really could manage was a pained half-fierce glare. |
![]() "You know, there's something wrong with this food. Namely that it isn't food." lol Fanfiction Fightan with giant robots --- All characters are open to fighting. Serena - Level 18 Mercenary: "Hey, that's something I haven't seen before. Pretty cool." Sayan - Level 8 Mageblade: "Mmmm...nothing like meat roasted over an open fire. Valentia - Level 4 Seafarer: "I'll find my father out in the open seas and if I don't, I've had a hell of an adventure in the process!" | |
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| Seth | Mar 20 2009, 12:34 AM Post #6 |
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Recens looked surprised. "If I killed him now, it would defeat the purpose of saving him back there, now, wouldn't it?" He leaned to the side so she could see his quiver full of arrows. Returning to the task at hand, Recens waited for Serena to start walking and then matched her pace, taking care to be gentle with Clark. While they walked, Recens mused about Serena's reaction. Why did she get so worked up? She's a mercenary, it shouldn't matter at all. It's not like he d-- Suddenly, Recens realized that Serena was the one that was fighting the bandit leader when Clark intervened. Now she was the only one who had attempted to rescue Clark...the pieces fit together in Recens's mind. He grinned smugly. How ironic. OOC: Sorry for the lack of any substance in this post...I'll have some more later, and probably a few more flashbacks before the next chapter. |
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| Tythanin | Mar 22 2009, 05:17 PM Post #7 |
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(OOC: Yeah short, I can't really think of anything.) Serena "Oh...well, okay. I guess you're a cool guy." Serena muttered as she saw Recens' quiver of arrows. Now slightly more at ease, she continued the long trek back to their HQ. She wondered just why this guy had decided to help them out. After all, if his boss ever found out he could be in a big trouble. She was just about to ask when she saw a smug grin appear on his face. "Oy! What's that grin supposed to be, huh? You better not be laughing at me!" Serena snapped, frowning. "But anyway, why'd you help the boss anyway? You work with those guys, don't you? Wouldn't you get in trouble?" |
![]() "You know, there's something wrong with this food. Namely that it isn't food." lol Fanfiction Fightan with giant robots --- All characters are open to fighting. Serena - Level 18 Mercenary: "Hey, that's something I haven't seen before. Pretty cool." Sayan - Level 8 Mageblade: "Mmmm...nothing like meat roasted over an open fire. Valentia - Level 4 Seafarer: "I'll find my father out in the open seas and if I don't, I've had a hell of an adventure in the process!" | |
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| Seth | Mar 23 2009, 01:28 AM Post #8 |
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Recens shook his head. "Call it a nice gesture. Besides," he said calmly, "I won't be in hot water if they don't find out. I'll come up with something." Changing the subject in order to avoid explaining why he would help Clark, Recens decided to test his theory. "So, if you don't mind my asking," he pried gently, "why are you carrying Clark back? I'm sure a mercenary such as yourself could find employment under a different commander." |
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| Serene Steelzard | Mar 23 2009, 07:14 PM Post #9 |
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(OOC: One crappy RP coming right up.) Brianna Brianna trudged back to the guild, soul weary. The battle had not truly been won, and she'd found she lost the will to fight when the enemy had retreated before the group could beat them. She barely noticed when Clark fell, and by the time she'd realised and went to help Serena, Recens had already reached her and was helping her carry their injured leader. Another helping hand will just get in the way. Deciding that she wanted a good hard drink, Brianna detoured to a pub instead of heading back to the Guild. She figured that she could get paid later, what she needed right then was a pick-me-up in the form of beer. I've been really down lately. That's not like me at all. But beer solves all problems, even the ones it causes! Striding into the nearest tavern, she ordered the strongest ale they had and sat down in one of the few unoccupied seats, propping her feet up on the table. She sipped her drink, sighing happily as it trickled delightfully down her throat and made a warm spot in her stomach. (OOC: <_<) |
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| Tythanin | Mar 26 2009, 01:24 AM Post #10 |
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Serena "Are you questioning my loyalty?" Serena snapped. "When I pledge my sword to fight with someone, I damn well fight with them until the last breath has left their body! And the Chief here wasn't quite dead yet! So obviously I had to bring him back home! Besides, he deserves it. He's treated all of us nice and stuff. And that night at the tavern...Whoo! That was fun. Can't just go around abandoning every boss I come across just cause they got hit with a few pansyass strikes of lightning, right?" She grinned. "Come on, you'll have to look for someone else besides Serena Einsheart, the most glorious swordswoman around, if you want a person will turn her back on her friends!" |
![]() "You know, there's something wrong with this food. Namely that it isn't food." lol Fanfiction Fightan with giant robots --- All characters are open to fighting. Serena - Level 18 Mercenary: "Hey, that's something I haven't seen before. Pretty cool." Sayan - Level 8 Mageblade: "Mmmm...nothing like meat roasted over an open fire. Valentia - Level 4 Seafarer: "I'll find my father out in the open seas and if I don't, I've had a hell of an adventure in the process!" | |
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| Seth | Mar 26 2009, 03:43 AM Post #11 |
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"No, no, just wondering," Recens replied hastily. Whether he was wrong or not, it seemed he had touched a raw nerve, so he decided to remain silent for the remainder of the trip back to the Guild. When they arrived, Recens gently set his end of Clark on the ground. "You'll have to excuse me, Miss," he said to Serena. "If I'm gone much longer, I won't have a suitable excuse. Also..." Recens looked back over his shoulder. "I'd appreciate it if you spoke of this to no one. That includes the big guy." He pointed at Clark. Without waiting for her to respond, Recens took off towards the market, intending to procure his excuse. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Major Whelker was starting his early-morning rounds patrolling the cadet grounds when he came across the crumpled figure lying on the ground. Hoisting him up carefully, Whelker carried him to the medical unit, all the while wondering how the boy was still breathing after sustaining such visible abuse. Hours later, Isaac opened one eye slowly, squinting in the stinging light. He could see a bright light, but not much else; his left eye felt swollen shut. His failed attempt at opening it confirmed this. "Isaac! You're awake!" Levange Vergant leapt from his seat to his son's side. He still wore his armor that he had been wearing when he was summoned from duty to the infirmary. "Where am I?" asked Isaac weakly, still disoriented. "The infirmary," his father replied. "What happened to you? How did you get those bruises?" Isaac thought for a second. "I fell. Out of a tree." When Levange looked at him suspiciously, he added, "From high up." Levange still had his doubts, but he let the issue slide. "I want you to get plenty of rest. I have to return to my post now, but I'll check in on you as soon as I can." That night, Isaac did not sleep. He lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, the gears in his mind turning. He was plotting...plotting his revenge. |
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| Lewa | Mar 28 2009, 05:39 PM Post #12 |
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The hostile young woman lunges at XEQ's head, grabbing the cloth wrapped around it. To dispose of her, the archer turns quickly and shoves her off. This is not a useful strategy. In fact, it is totally counterproductive. Though the girl falls to the ground roughly, she still holds the dark, dusty cloth. XEQ's head is exposed. She stands, a hint of a smile on her face. "Now, that wasn't too hard, was it? It's time to face the consequences of your actions. But then, you have no face, do you?" It does not. Instead, it has a roughly head-shaped mass of dark soil, kept together by magic and some old roots. A string of symbols is displayed prominently across the lower face, seemingly painted on. The young woman takes a step towards the inhuman being, her mallet firmly grasped. The archer simply stands there. "Not sure what to do now, are you? I have an order for you, if you still bother following those: TAKE THIS!" She swings her weapon mightily at the head-analogue. XEQ follows orders, reaching out and grabbing the mallet, leaning in to stop from falling backwards. Its opponent falls instead, losing her advantage and weapon. She looks up at the monster with an icy glare. "Fine. That's enough for today. But you aren't safe yet, especially if you head for town like that." She retreats. The inhuman mercenary is left alone, unarmed, and without its head covering. |
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| Seth | Apr 8 2009, 06:39 PM Post #13 |
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Hearing voices coming from outside, Melanie got up from her desk and went to the front door. When she opened it, she was not expecting to see Clark in a crumpled heap with his upper half being supported by Serena, but that was exactly the scene that lay before her. Her eyes widened and she hesitated for a moment, then went back inside and rummaged through the medicine cabinet. "Someone get a cot out of the closet in the back!" she ordered from behind the counter to no one in particular. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As Recens headed back to town, he spied the man in orange armor that had been after the bounty on Brannan's head. Deeming it an excellent excuse to use later, he chose to tail the man for a short while. OOC: Sorry it took this long to update. I wanted to let Tythanin post one more time, but it doesn't seem like he's been on much, and if the story lags behind much more, we'll end up being another dead clan. |
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| goatfish | Apr 8 2009, 09:27 PM Post #14 |
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"At your service."
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Weyler jerked upright in his seat when he heard Melanie's voice. He wasn't sure what had happened, but the secretary's tone conveyed the urgency of the situation. Feeling a twinge of panic, he stood and ran towards the back, opened the door to the closet, and saw the cot lying against the back wall. He grabbed it immediately and pulled it quickly from the closet, knocking a few boxes around and loosing their contents. "What's the matter? Someone injured?" he called back to her from across the building. He ran back to the front of the building with the cot in tow. He had just finished setting it upright when it occured to him to check the front door himself. Clark was there, wounded to the point where he required Serena to support him. "Come on, I'll help you get him inside." Weyler said, grabbingClark by the heels and lifting him up. The two of them were able to ease him onto the cot. Weyler produced a small staff from his jacket and focused on healing the commander's wounds. He'd started studying the healing arts only two days ago, and the looks of Clark's injuries reinforced the fear that he wouldn't be able to make much of an effect. "Hurry up, Melanie! I don't know enough to get him up and running again myself!" |
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| Lewa | Apr 8 2009, 09:47 PM Post #15 |
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A local girl leaves the town, moving swiftly and as quietly as she can. She is wearing a hooded coat made of dark cloth. Upset with her situation, she has decided to run away from her life. Her hope is to make a new one for herself. She doesn't get that far. The tall archer, wearing a new cloth on its head which does not quite match its other clothes, is back in the market, determined to find arrows. If this strange young woman wants to fight, XEQ wants to be able to defend itself. It searches high and low, and this time is successful. Perhaps it overlooked this stall earlier, or maybe the vendor only showed up recently. XEQ does not care in the least. It simply drops some coins into the man's greedy hands and takes enough arrows to fill its quiver. Gold speaks for itself. The bizarre entity returns to the guild building. Upon entering, it sees Clark being placed into a cot. It does not know what has happened, but decides that this is unimportant. As long as the man recovers, it has a job which allows it to shoot things without mobs chasing it, and this is what matters. |
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| Seth | Apr 8 2009, 10:49 PM Post #16 |
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"Why'd I have to be the one unfortunate enough to be in charge of him?" muttered Melanie under her breath. She produced four blue leaves from under her desk, which she placed into a bowl and ground into a fine dust. She then emptied the contents of a small bottle, resulting in a bright orange mixture. Satisfied, Melanie got up from her desk and hurried over to Weyler. Handing him the bowl, she instructed him, "Pour small amounts of this into his mouth every few minutes. If he wakes up before you finish, have him drink the rest on his own." Putting on her cloak, she headed for the door. "There are no good healers nearby. I'm going to go send a message for one to arrive as soon as possible." With that, Melanie left the building, heading into town towards the post center. OOC: ...Yeaaaahhh, didn't really know what to call it...but they use carrier pidgeons, so hey. :D |
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| Tookie | Apr 9 2009, 12:39 AM Post #17 |
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Myke didn't quite know what to say when he returned to the guild. Clark was in quite a state, and no-one present really looked like they could do much to help him at the moment. He looked to his companions for help. "Emysia, is there any--" Emysia simply shook her head. "No, Myke, I lost the ability to heal people years ago. You of all people should remember that." Myke frowned. It was true; he should have remembered that. He was the one who tried so hard to stop Emysia from studying elder magic, fearing that the gods would no longer grant her the ability to heal people. He'd been right about that. Emysia hadn't been able to magically heal people since then. Worse, this meant that she hadn't been able to pass that skill onto Lilane. Not wanting his temper to flare at the moment, he moved to leave. "... Myke? Where are--" "I'm just going for a walk, Lilane. Stay here. I won't be out long. I just... need some fresh air." --- Meanwhile, somewhere else in town, a boy is looking for somewhere to sleep tonight. He has no idea where he is, just that he isn't anywhere near home. He seems quite the oddity here, and is honestly wishing that whoever decided he should be here had given him clothes slightly more fitting. While the clothes he wears are a reminder of who he is and what he has been taken from, they are not practical and they are not common here. Well, just when I figured my life was getting pretty ****ty, this happens. Wonderful. Dumped in what looks like the middle ages with nothing but some gold coins, an axe and clothes straight out of 2009 Anno Domini. Thank you, life. On the plus side, I don't think people here will care what exams I passed and failed as long as I can swing this axe better than Joe Shmuck can. --- Myke's "walk" didn't get very far before he noticed something. Someone. Someone abnormally tall and with a rather large axe. Someone oddly familiar... "Myke!" Myke turned, not sure what to expect. He relaxed when he saw it was only Lilane. "Oh, it's you. What is it?" "Emysia asked me to follow you..." Myke said nothing. Part of him wanted to believe this, but he was fairly sure Lilane was following him because she wanted to. Well, let her. It wouldn't do him any harm, and he'd missed her company while they'd been seperate. "Myke?" "Hmm?" "What happened to you?" "What do you mean 'what happened'?" "You've... changed..." "I like to blame this on Vassarin. I like to look back on the night our homes were destroyed, when I picked up that sword, not knowing what I was doing with it, just knowing that I had to hurt something. I like to look back and know that Vassarin was responsible for that, and for me being here. Well, I don't like it, but you get the idea." His tone was slightly colder now. "Hmm," an oddly familiar voice said, "did I hear my name?" Myke's expression faded, leaving nothing but a vaguely-controlled bitterness. "Vassarin. I may have been talking about you, but I don't recall talking to you. I, do, however, recall a strange urge to finish what I started two years ago." "Finish it? Oh, that'll be finished soon, laddie, but you won't be finishing it." "I doubt that. Lilane, get back to the guild. Do not tell Emysia what's happened. I'll be back when I'm done here." Lilane left, as she was told. "Hmph. At least one of you is polite." "Vassarin? Talking about politeness? And here I thought I wouldn't salvage today. This is going to be fun." At this, Myke went to his sword. There would be no pleasantries here. Hard and fast, and watch out for that bloody axe. Vassarin unhooked his axe. This would indeed be fun. --- The boy carried on through the street, trying not to notice the people staring at him. Damn uniform. Black jumper, white shirt, school tie and neat black trousers. Not only was it a hot day- at least by his standards- but he was clearly nowhere near school. This would not do, he'd have to try and get something slightly more local. But that would have to wait. He'd just seen something. Two somethings. Two somethings he recognised from some ideas he'd had long ago. A story he'd wanted to write, and the workaround he'd used to get his ideas put down somewhere. Then, it hit him. He wasn't in the middle ages- he wasn't even on Earth anymore. ... Alright, so I'm in FEABL-Brand Elibe. I'd say the day after Emysia and Lilane arrived, based on what I'd planned for them. I shouldn't think about this too much, since me being here puts my old plans out of whack. Bloody hell, what am I going to do now? Just sit and watch the fight? Thinking about it, that was a good idea. At least watching fights was better than choreographing them. --- Myke made the first move. Faster than Vassarin had expected him to be. Stronger, too, he noted, as he parried the strike. But there was still more than a foot's difference in height, and he had a longer reach with his axe. Fury? No, Myke seemed to have this over him. Without his little girlfriend to keep calm for, Myke was certianly every bit as furious and driven as he had been two years ago. Vassarin grimaced, thinking of this as he tried to block Myke's attacks. A boy with no combat experience had somehow decimated his men that night, what could that same boy do to him two years on with no soldiers in the way? Only as much as he was allowed to, Vassarin reminded himself as he swung his axe at the first opportunity. An overhead cleave, lots of power... not so good on the nippy bastards who could get out of the way. Unfortunately for Vassarin, Myke was fast enough to qualify. I don't know why I was worried about him. All that muscle doesn't mean anything if he can't hit me, but that damn axe is too long, I can't get close to him. Myke took great pleasure in dodging Vassarin's strikes, though cursing the fact that he couldn't do anything at this distance. He needed something to unbalance Vassarin long enough for him to finish this. That something came in a bright flash of light, and a white orb flying at Vassarin and hitting him square in the chest. Myke seized the opportunity to wound Vassarin, hoping that this fight would end soon. Swinging his sword at the brute, he grinned as he heard the familiar sound of flesh being cut. Vassarin howled with rage, wanting to crush the brat. "VASSARIN!" All involved stopped to see the newcomer. "... Relus," Vassarin said, wincing at the pain. Thank Alkaan it was only his left arm. "What are you doing here?" "I came to stop you getting yourself killed. What were you thinking, going after Myke alone? You KNOW he's capable of killing- remember that night?-, and from what I've seen he's certainly learned a lot from these last two years." Vassarin shrugged. "Not enough to stop me." "Not alone. But, as you just saw, there are people here on his side. Emysia, for one." Vassarin didn't trust himself to reply. "So why, Vassarin, do you run out to challenge him so soon? Especially when we have to brief the new member tonight?" "I don't remember any new member." "You never pay any attention to anything that doesn't involve Myke, that's why. Alkaan contacted us this morning, we're getting someone from a third world to help us here." "Why do we need another person? What's this third world all about?" "We need someone from a third world because there's someone from that third world here." "WHAT?" "Yes, there's a third world involved now. The gods of that world brought two people here- one for Myke and one for us." "Why would they split the two?" "A game of some sorts, perhaps? The winner gets to go back home and the loser dies here, I'd imagine. You know how gods are." "Not really. So I suppose this means I have to put this off some more?" "Yes. And do try to tell me the next time you go hunting." "... Fine. We'll settle this soon, Myke." With this, Vassarin stalked off. Relus remained, for a moment. "So, Relus," Myke started, "anything you'd like to add to that?" The bitterness was clear, even though Relus had earned him more time. "Give Emysia my regards. You know where to find us, if you feel like trying to kill Vassarin." Nice to see Relus was still cheerful when he wasn't keeping Vassarin in check, Myke thought. "Oh, I can wait for him. You, however, have an appointment to get back to, if I hear correctly." "Nice talking to you, too", were Relus' last words before following Vassarin back to their base. This left Myke alone, except for the person behind him, who he could only assume was the one who had provided a much needed distraction. "I suppose I should be thanking you for that," he said, as he turned around, "but I was rather hoping to get you out of trouble." "I... I just... wanted to help..." Lilane's eyes started to water. Oh dear. Myke was sounding ungrateful, and Lilane had always been sensitive. "You did help," Myke said, trying to calm her down, "you helped a lot." "But I..." "If you want to stay with me," Myke said, hugging her now to reassure her, "then stay with me." --- Awwwww. The boy had watched everything, with some confusion about a third world. Was there someone else like him here? Someone who would eventually be pitted against him by divine law? **** this. I'm not getting involved with this just yet. I'll lay low and see what happens. The boy sighed as he watched the two people walk away. Something didn't feel right about this. These people didn't need his help, surely. But he was here and he didn't seem to be going anywhere. (OOC: Yeah, I know, long. Crap happens to Vassarin and to an extent Tookie. :O) |
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| Seth | Apr 9 2009, 03:03 AM Post #18 |
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OOC: No, no, by all means, that was very enjoyable to read, and I think it helped flesh out your characters a little more. On a more on-topic note, the next event will take place either tonight (RP-time) or tomorrow (RP-time), so everybody, feel free to have your characters leave the Guild or do whatever for a while, if you'd like. |
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| Tythanin | Apr 9 2009, 03:00 PM Post #19 |
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(OOC: Oh wow I haven't been on in forever. Sorry 'bout that I got uh...distracted. By lots of sh*t, really, and couldn't think of anything to post.) Serena willingly left Clark to Melanie and Weyler's care and found a seat to collapse in like a sack of beans. Now that she had finally brought the boss back to HQ (thanks to a nosy man who made her suspicious), the adrenaline was wearing off and she was getting tired. Really tired. She had just finished a battle and carried their wounded leader back to town. Her muscles were screaming at her and even now, her eyes were drooping closed. As drowsiness took her, she thought about that man's question. Why was she doing all this? He was right. She could have just left him to die out there and hire out her blade to a new employer. In fact, she had done that several times before. There really wasn't any reason for her to have done anything besides loyalty. And she was a mercenary. Loyalty was generally not listed on the "Top 3 Things You Should Know About Mercenaries." She just sighed and folded her arms, letting her eyes close and getting ready to rest. All of this thinking was making her depressed. She'd worry about it later. For now, she had to wait for Clark to get better and see what their next job would be. |
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| goatfish | Apr 9 2009, 10:06 PM Post #20 |
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"Wait, what? How long is he going to be like this?" Melanie was gone before Weyler could even finish speaking. His eyebrows drew together with worry. Must be worse than I thought if she's in this much of a rush to contact someone. He looked to the side and saw Serena sleeping peacefully in a chair near the satchel Vastian had brought. He smiled, amused by the speed at which she had drifted into slumber. Turning back to Clark, he sifted the contents of the bowl about with a circular hand motion, wondering about the task delegated to him. Guess I'd better start now...all I know is I've got to keep giving him this stuff to drink. Weyler eased Clark's mouth open, then brought the rim of the bowl to rest on the unconscious man's lower lip. He tipped the bowl slightly, pouring a small amount of the mixture into Clark's mouth. He brought the bowl back, not quite sure what would happen next. Did he pour in too much? Clark hadn't woken with a start, sputtering, so he supposed that wasn't it. It might be best just to repeat what I've done and not disturb him otherwise. He might be in a lot of pain when he wakes up. |
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| Tookie | Apr 9 2009, 11:14 PM Post #21 |
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Myke and Lilane walked back in soon after they had left, with Myke stopping for a minute to watch Weyler feed some sort of potion to the boss. It didn't look good for him. On the plus side, this means we should have time to accept Relus' little invitation. Emysia looked up as Myke had thought that. Crap. Now she was going to want to know what had happened. "Is there something I should know, Myke?" "Yes. Two things. One, Relus says hi," which Myke noted seemed to embarrass her. He'd always wondered exactly what went on between those two. "Two, and this is the one what worries me, Vassarin knows where we are." Of all the things to happen the moment Myke was left to his own devices for just five minutes... Emysia cursed under her breath. "What happened?" "Well, as I was leaving and after I was interrupted by your sister, Vassarin came along. He won't be here tonight, as he was... dissuaded, to put it lightly. Relus, however, has given us an open invitation to pay them a visit and try to finish the job. Thanks to you, I know where they are- as long as I still have that note, which I should do- and I highly doubt we'll have anything in the way of work tomorrow, so I don't see any reason as to why I shouldn't." "Myke," Emysia said, "do you have any idea what you're doing? You'll only provoke the Order into attacking here." "Not if we give them a clear message that we're out of their league. The only person here we need to worry about is Vassarin, and the only person that needs to worry is the one he's going mad trying to kill- me, who he is also failing to kill. Relus won't do a thing to upset you, and if there's anything you know that might be dangerous that I don't know, Emysia, now is the time to tell me." "Relus and Vassarin aren't who I'm worried about. Alkaan and Minerva are. They're stronger than Relus and Vassarin, and you've never met either of them because they're always back home. Minerva is a force of nature when she's pointed at you and Alkaan knows more about elder magic than I could ever hope to." "As you say, they're always back home. If what you say is true, Minerva is likely to be their last resort, so I doubt we'll see her unless we go all the way and try to destroy the whole Order. I'm not that crazy, Emysia." "Are you sure, Myke? If you thought we had a chance at destroying the Graael Order, would you take it?" "That would depend on the chances- if they were good chances, then of course I'd take them. How could I not? How could you not?" "Myke, be reasonable here, there are precisely three-" "Four." "Myke, besides us there is only Lilane." "No, there's someone else here who we can safely count." "How do you--" "Relus mentioned it to Vassarin. The Order's getting a new recruit from another world, allegedly to match someone who's been sent here to help us. If we can find our ally--" "Myke, that is still only four people against the entire Order." "Not neccessarily, Emysia. I'm not opposed to outside help if it's being offered. That would help us somewhat, wouldn't it?" "Where exactly are you going to get outside help?" "Wherever it comes from." "That doesn't answer my--" "Emysia, you're being ridiculous now. We are not talking about destroying the Order. We're just sending them a message to stay at home or find somewhere else to conquer." "They won't do that." "They will. Vassarin being bested should unnerve them." "Can you guarantee they won't send Minerva?" "Can you guarantee we can't handle her if they do?" "Myke, I can't guarantee anything with you any more. I don't know what these last two years have done to you-" "Made me slightly bitter, withdrawn and tactless, but a damn slight better with a blade than I was back then." "-- but if you're really confident that you know what you're doing, I won't stop you. I will, however, insist on going with you." "You just want to see Relus again," Myke teased. Emysia ignored this. "Lilane," Emysia asked, "what about you?" "I'm going wherever Myke goes." "... Oh, fine," Emysia huffed, "I can see I'm not going to be able to talk you out of this, Myke. I certainly hope you know what you're doing." Watching Emysia walk away without a word more was a bit of a blow to Myke. She'd always been the supportive big sister, who'd encouraged him to speak his mind more and to act rather than think more than was necessary- something hindsight had shown her she'd done far too much of, making her glad that him being alone had undone some of her work- and now she was the one trying to stop him from acting and to think more. Maybe she was right- maybe he was jumping in over his head. But it was too late now. God knows what could happen here if Vassarin was left to his own devices. Myke sat down in a nearby chair, wondering if he really was going to do the right thing for all involved and not just to indulge himself. EDIT: OOC: Well, I've done all my prep for the next chapter, so whenever works for everyone else, I guess. Edited by Tookie, Apr 9 2009, 11:18 PM.
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| Tookie | Apr 13 2009, 06:49 PM Post #22 |
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OOC: A DOUBLE POSTER IS ME. >D *revives kitten* BIC Tonight was not going to go well for all involved. The person sent to the Order by forces unknown didn't seem unwilling to co-operate with them, but something about her didn't seem right. She carried herself with an air that suggested a much unwanted arrogance, as if she felt that she was superior to these people she had been sent to "assist". Relus couldn't help but worry- he wasn't bothered by her attitude, though, he was worried about Vassarin's reaction. Of all the days for Myke to reappear... Still, he told himself, there was nothing he could do now. He'd left Myke an opportunity to finish this mess up once and for all; or so Myke thought. Relus and Alkaan had had other plans. Even Myke wouldn't dare to return to the homeworld, so it would simply be a matter of retreating through the gateway before he could do too much damage, if it came to that. Their other plans would be somewhat set back, true, but better set back than ended. Vassarin wasn't amused by the idea of fleeing home, even temporarily. Even Relus, who had a way of calming him none could imitate, only narrowly avoided having him lash out. The warrior's blood in him wouldn't let him retreat at the first sign of danger, but part of him was looking forward to Myke's indignation at being thwarted even in his victory. --- Myke was having doubts about his plans for tomorrow. Namely, the idea of abandoning the guild while he charged into dangers unknown with only two people; he wouldn't count the third-worlder until they showed themselves. Could he leave them? Did he like their chances without him or the boss? Did he like his chances without their help? Even today, if Weyler hadn't helped him when he was diverting Ognus... if Lilane hadn't attacked Vassarin when she did... no. He couldn't keep fighting his own battles- or help anyone else fight theirs- without help. "You could just ask them to come with us, Myke." "Emysia," Myke said, looking up at her, "you're talking about a group of mercenaries. You're talking to me about people who normally get into fights because they are being paid to do so. I have no means of paying anyone to come with us tomorrow." "Constructive looting." "Is there anything in that fort worth looting to justify dragging them into this?" "There was a few days ago. The Graeel Order still needs to pay it's soldiers, after all." "So I can promise them the chance to run through some vaults and see if there's anything to their liking, but we haven't yet established how I'm supposed to ask them to come with us." "Just ask the question." "Easier said than done. 'Hey, want to come with me and kill some guy who's been pissing me off for several years and then loot his fortress?' Doesn't quite sound right." "You're being too pessimistic, Myke." "No, Emysia, I'm being realistic. I'm not expecting mercenaries to help us out of the goodness of their hearts- but if any of you feel like proving me wrong, I'd really appreciate it right about now," Myke said, a little louder this time, the second part being directed at anyone who was still present and listening. "Myke, are you sure you want help on this? You're not acting like you do." "Of course I want help, Emysia, the problem is getting the help. The only people I can name apart from you and Lilane are the other mercenaries here, two people who want to kill me and one who probably wouldn't help us even if we asked." Admittedly, keeping Relus with Vassarin with the intent of keeping him in check was a better idea than trying to persuade him to defect. "Alright, Myke, if you don't want to ask them yourself, I'll just have to do it for you," Emysia threatened, rather hoping Myke had enough pride left to refuse the invitation and just say the words himself. How hard could it be? "Go right ahead, Emysia, explain to them what I plan to do tomorrow and how you plan to reward any who go with us." "Err, excuse me, can I have your attention for a few minutes?" Emysia was shaking, Myke noted. Nice to see she didn't have too much faith in success either. She waited a few moments to make sure she had at least a couple of people's attention, then carried on. "Alright, Myke here has something he'd like to ask you all, but for some reason he won't ask it himself so I'm doing it for him. Tomorrow, he was planning to settle an old score while he had time, seeing as he doesn't seem to think he'll have anything constructive to do after what happened today. The problem for him is, while he's confident that he can handle the one he's after, he's fairly sure that there's going to be more than he can handle by himself and he for some reason is allergic to the idea of asking for help. I can't say immediately that you'll be paid for your efforts- as Myke is so convinced you'd need to be-, but I can say from what I know of the man he's after that the place he's holed up in has a fair amount of gold to be... liberated, to be polite about it." "Thank you for that, Emysia," Myke said, standing up, "and I suppose I should thank you all for listening to her. That's the general idea of the situation. I'm quite prepared to try and do this by myself, and I'm guaranteed that Emysia and Lilane will be going with me, but... well, I kinda like you guys, and I thought I'd at least try and get the message about tomorrow to you- though I think Emysia would much rather I'd done it myself. As she said, we can't guarantee you money if you come with us tomorrow, but we can guarantee some constructive looting, and I'm told that there's some things that would at least sell well. Okay, so you'll probably call it theft, but the man has too much money and frankly the mutual hatred between us means that if I don't kill him while I have the chance he'll only come for us at a time which will probably be highly inconvenient at best. Anything else I should say, Emysia?" Emysia shook her head. A good sign for some, a bad sign for others. But one mind never thinks of everything. "Does anyone have any questions they'd like answered?" |
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| Lewa | Apr 13 2009, 07:14 PM Post #23 |
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XEQ stands still as a potted plant as various people move around the guild building, fetching a cot and having private conversations. Suddenly one of these conversations becomes less private, with a magish-looking woman announcing that she and her friend will be taking on some sort of enemy fortress and need help. The archer has arrows now, so it can see no problems with killing these enemies, whoever they are. Next the man seeking to defeat these enemies speaks. XEQ garners no new information from his speech. There is something about looting, but this means little. It should not need new arrows for a long time now. This mission might also keep it away from that girl who knows too much. It thinks that she may be the only person in the vicinity who poses a threat. So avoiding her would be advantageous. |
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| goatfish | Apr 13 2009, 08:05 PM Post #24 |
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"I'll go with you, Myke," Weyler said with a smile, looking up from Clark momentarily. "Money's a nice incentive, but I consider you enough of a friend to go without it. Besides, how would it look if we left you alone to fend for yourself, after Byron and the others stood and fought for their man?" Weyler poured a bit more of the potion into Clark's mouth, observed the Commander carefully for any signs of stirring from unconsciousness, then sighed and turned his attention back to Myke and his friends when he didn't see the movement he was looking for. "I hope Melanie gets back here soon. I'm not entirely comfortable doing this, and it sounds as though I've got some preparing to do for tomorrow." Weyler shook the mixture in the bowl lightly, more out of boredom than a genuine concern that the potion required such disturbance. "I do have a question for you, though, Myke. "I've never actively participated in a raid. In fact, prior to my meeting Clark, I was mostly involved in protection jobs like what we did for the Earl of Auncet. It's easy to avoid a guilty conscience that way, I suppose, and that's probably why I took a liking to it. So, to break into a man's home to kill and loot him would be quite a step for me. It'd be reassuring to know more about this man besides the fact that there's bad blood between the two of you." |
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| Seth | Apr 13 2009, 08:28 PM Post #25 |
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Melanie offered up a cheerful smile to the man tending to the carrier pigeons and asked for a piece of parchment. When her request was met, she quickly scrawled, "Hold back. Severely injured. Need more time." then proceeded to roll it up once the ink had dried and gave it back to the pigeon man. Melanie placed three coins on his counter for payment and returned swiftly to the Guild, where she relieved Weyler of his bowl. |
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| Tookie | Apr 13 2009, 11:00 PM Post #26 |
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OOC: Oh, goody, exposition time! Myke considered Weyler's comments. It would be best, he decided, to explain what had happened between him and Vassarin, especially if he was coming out of goodwill. XEQ was also looking at them, but it didn't seem bothered by the technicalities. "Alright, I guess you do have a right to know. I'll warn you now, though, it's not the most believable of stories. I'm not from Elibe, and neither is the man I'm after. For that matter, neither are Lilane and Emysia. We're all from another world- we used to call it Langras. The man I'm after, Vassarin, is a member of what used to be a cult called the Graael Order. I say 'used to' because they eventually took over our world and now rule it with an iron fist. This is the situation as it was two years ago, when I came to Elibe. "The night I came to Elibe is one I'll never forget. A few days beforehand, Emysia- who for reference was part of the Order until very recently, I'll explain the details behind that later- had had to smuggle Lilane out of our village because the Order had deemed her too dangerous to live. Then, Vassarin came looking for her. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed off when he realised she was gone, so he had his men slaughter everyone. They were doing a fairly good job of it, too, until they got to me. By the time they'd realised that despite being untrained I was a real threat to them, most of them were dead- I like to think of this as what happens when I take something personally. Vassarin, in the end, knocked me out and dragged me back to the nearest fortress to interrogate me, hoping I'd know where Lilane was. I, instead of telling him, lashed out and ran as soon as I could. Fortunately, the fortress I was in was the one where the Order had found a portal to another world- yes, that's how I got to Elibe- but I didn't know that until I saw it. I though that running to lands unknown would be my best option for escaping them, jumped into the portal- it felt like an excellent idea at the time- and ended up in an empty hallway. The hallway in question was in a fortress not too far from here. "From what Emysia has told me, it's the Order's base of operations in Elibe. Frankly, I have no idea what they want with Elibe, I'm going to assume they want more power for now, but I could be wrong. The day before yesterday, when we had our day off, Emysia defected from the Order for Lilane's safety- they found her in the end, and they were using her as a hostage to draw me back in. Two years of that not working left the Order considering more drastic measures- ask Emysia if you really must hear those- for dragging me back in. She grabbed the essentials for the two of them, and teleported them from their Elibe base to a clearing just outside of town, and that's where I found them. "I had initially planned to forget about the Order completely, until just after we got back from Byron's. When I walked out to get some fresh air, Vassarin showed up. Emysia's teleportation always leaves some residue that any other Order mage could have tracked, so I'm assuming Relus- he's another one we can remove if need be, but he grew up with us so he shouldn't do anything too rash- tracked the spell for Vassarin. We could have finished our fight then and there, but Relus talked him into going back to the fort for something, and he gave me an open invitation to pay them a visit. I'm not sure what they have planned, but I doubt they're up to anything that will be helpful to any of us. "I'm aware that we may not kill them tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised if we don't, considering they have an escape route nice and handy- incidentally, if they do run through the portal back to Langras, we are NOT chasing them. I'm not running back to an entire world of enemies tomorrow. We chase them out of Elibe or they die on Elibian soil. If they escape and want to come back, I'll chase them out again. Frankly, between the four of us- five, if we count XEQ- we wouldn't last long in Langras. We might make a dent, but not enough to warrant going in the first place. Emysia, anything I've missed or don't know that you can fill in for me?" It was a relief, passing over to her again. He wasn't a fan of talking, especially about Langras. He knew it was a risky subject, and he knew it made him a risk by association, but if people were willing to help him, then they deserved to know. Emysia signalled that she had indeed remembered something, and he turned to listen. "I can tell you what they want with Elibe- a second chance. Langras is dying, and it has been for three years. The Order- myself included at this point- were working on a way of summoning creatures to fight for them, fearing that they wouldn't have long to complete their plans. However, what they looked into involved tampering with the forces keeping Langras stable as a world; it's life force, so to speak. It was a huge risk, and Relus saw it as clearly as I did, but most of the Order saw it as another step towards their dominion of all life. Alkaan- he's the Order's mastermind, Weyler- felt that as long as his gods were with him, he could not fail. The experiment was a success and a failure. While they can summon creatures to do their bidding, doing so in sufficient quantities is a drain on Langras' life, and as a world it is dying because of these experiments. The failures the Order suffered in their experiments decimated much of Langras' population, leaving few humans. If we were to ever stage an assault on Langras, we'd probably only face the creatures that were summoned, and the last of the Graael Order's commanders. "In theory, if we could find a way to reverse the damage the Order's experiments have done to Langras' life force, we could save it as a world. But we'd have to fight our way through Langras to do that, and as Myke has so wisely said, we can't do that yet. All I know is it has to do with Lilane, since that was why Alkaan was so adamant that she be found and executed. Yes, Myke, before you say anything, that is exactly what would have happened if you hadn't made an enemy of Vassarin and convinced the Order you'd be a threat to their operations in Elibe. As things stood two days ago, the Order was debating what to do with Lilane to pressure you into exposing yourself. The Order didn't want to do anything overt until they were sure that you wouldn't be able to expose them soon enough for the locals to do anything about them. But rest assured, Weyler, killing Vassarin won't be a much of a blemish on your conscience, and there is nothing there that the Order would really miss." "So, basically, Emysia," Myke said, slowly, thinking about what she had just said, "you're telling me that the only way I'm ever going to sleep soundly again is to go to Langras with all willing, fight through whatever the Order throws at us, kill Alkaan, and get to wherever it is you were doing those experiments, all while keeping Lilane alive and well enough to do whatever it is she needs to do to reverse the damage done to Langras?" It was an interesting idea, Myke had to admit, but it fell apart at the idea of going back to Langras. There were four people he could guarantee- himself, Lilane, Emysia and the person sent to aid him. Weyler seemed to be a good bet, at least for now, and XEQ... who knew what XEQ was thinking? He might be able to convince the rest of the mercenaries, and even Relus might be persuadable if he didn't feel responsible for Vassarin anymore. "That would be the basic idea of what I've told you... wait, Myke, you aren't considering it, are you?" "If we had the numbers, I would. No matter what's happened between me and the Order, Emysia, Langras is still my home. I will not abandon it if I can help it. The fort we're visiting tomorrow has some form of a library, right?" Emysia nodded dubiously at the last question. "Well, then," Myke continued, "there must be something on the state of Langras in there. I don't suppose Vassarin would mind us depriving him of some reading material. Relus might, though." "You're right, Myke, but..." Emysia paused. "You were the one refusing to go to Langras tomorrow, as I recall." "Tomorrow being the key term here. I am not against going to Langras in the future, once I know what I can expect from it and once I can guarantee enough help to make it possible. It's a very long shot, I'll admit, but then hope is what keeps us going, right?" "... Alright, Myke. I'll give you that last point. Just promise me you won't do anything too stupid tomorrow." "That would depend on your definition of 'too stupid', but I won't die tomorrow. That much, I can promise." OOC: Yeah, I just gave the gist of my entire plot in one post, more at eleven. |
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| goatfish | Apr 13 2009, 11:46 PM Post #27 |
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Weyler handed the bowl to Melanie and approached Myke as he listened. "You're right...definitely not the most believable of stories." A sinister, powerful cult from another world called Langras? And here I thought that little bout with Byron was as difficult as things would get... "However, I'll admit I've got a long way to go in my knowledge of the arcane, so what you've said may not be impossible...but I won't push the matter any further. You haven't given me any reason not to trust you. What's important is that this Vassarin fellow is a threat to you and your comrades." And if what he says is true, he could be a threat to our world. I...I can't even imagine something like that. ----------- Vastian wandered over to the only tavern he knew of in town, the site of the celebration Clark had thrown for his mercenary band. He placed a few coins on the counter, mumbled something about wanting a "strong drink, no preference", and skulked over to an empty booth in a dark corner in the back of the bar with a flagon of the mystery drink he ordered in tow. Why did I take this job? I thought I was done with those nobles long ago...took me out of the gutter as a young boy, then sent me right back. No one else would take it, I bet. Bet they were glad to see the Persantius reputation soiled, whether or not they'd done anything wrong, and it'd be a great sum of money that could convince anyone otherwise. He grasped the flagon tightly, then relaxed his grip, sinking back in his seat with a long exhale through his nose. But who's that bastard to tell me he's innocent? A complete stranger, and a casual killer at that. Never trust a casual killer... Hell. I really just don't know anymore. |
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| Seth | Apr 14 2009, 01:45 AM Post #28 |
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Waiting a few moments before entering, Recens entered the tavern and sat at a table a good distance from the bar, but still close enough to keep an eye on the man. When the server came by, he requested a lemonade. The waitress wrinkled her nose, clearly displeased by his cheap choice of drink, but nonetheless brought him a cold glass a minute later. Sipping the cold drink, Recens glanced across the room every so often, doing his best to look inconspicuous. OOC: Sorry, I know it's not much. I'll try to post a flashback/dream from Clark soon. |
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| goatfish | Apr 14 2009, 03:40 AM Post #29 |
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The tavern door opened twice more, but it was the second time that Vastian chose to look up. He saw a pink-haired woman enter, and his lips pulled back in a grimace. She looked around the room, and her eyes met his for an instant before she continued her search, looking for familiar faces among the patrons. She found none other than the bounty hunter's. He felt his left fist draw into a fist as she walked towards him. There was something regal about her appearance: the high cheekbones, the thin nose, her petite frame which suggested hidden strength. She was attractive, yes, but her mercenary garb was usually enough to avoid any attention drawn to this fact. She slid into the seat across from him, took a look at his drink, and offered a wry smile. "I take it things didn't go so well, then?" she asked. "Charlotte. Always a pleasure." Vastian raised his flagon and took a deep gulp. "Aren't you going to offer to buy me a drink?" She pouted mockingly. "I don't think so." Charlotte tittered. "It must've been a real disaster. Normally you're not so cruel as to let a woman go thirsty." Vastian glared at her for a moment, then raised his flagon again. A bit of the liquid ran down his chin and he lowered his glass to wipe at it with an armored hand. "I didn't get him. Hired a whole damned band of mercenaries, and I couldn't get him." "I warned you he was a charmer. He may be injured, but he's still a charmer." "Hmm. He's made some powerful friends."He coughed, feeling the drink start to take effect. Suddenly conversation with Charlotte became a lot more tolerable. "You're too direct, Vastian. That's your problem. Had you arranged, say, an abduction, to happen late one night-" "My mercenaries were familiar with the other band. Rivals or something, not exactly enemies. Clark, that Commander, I think he wanted to avoid anything that could lead to open feuding between the two bands. Can't say I blame him. Byron's got some veterans working for him. From what I hear, Clark's still trying to make his way on his own." She shrugged. "Other bands could've taken the job." "So could other bounty hunters. Why didn't you take the job, Charlotte? By the sound of it, this really would've been something more suited for you. You're a good shot and practically invisible when you want to be. Bet you could've caught Brannan easily enough." "Well...I heard the whole thing was sort of a personal matter for you and-" "Hah! Since when do you care about my personal matters?" Charlotte smiled, though it lacked a look of amusement. "Fair enough. I didn't want to kill him." "Then why'd you tell me where I could find him, fully aware of my intentions?" "I didn't want to go hungry either." Vastian laughed again, took another drink from his flagon. Noticing how quickly it was emptying, he motioned for a barmaid to approach and refill it, placing more coins on the table. "Must be tough trying to make a living on a spotter's wages." Charlotte glanced around the room, a casual look of indifference set on her face. "I do real work now and then. I'm just careful not to take anything over my head." Vastian paled, though his expression didn't change. He threw his empty flagon against the wall just as the barmaid came forward with a fresh one. The girl flinched, and Vastian growled as he reached for another coin to pay for damages. "Get out of here." He waved the barmaid away, who took the money and hurried away. "You think this is funny, don't you, Charlotte?" "No, Vastian, I don't. But I think it's important you understand the lesson here. One of these days you'll get yourself killed unless you learn to practice some discretion." "What do you care?" He sulked. The drink was definitely getting to him. "I think you're okay, Vastian. I'd hate to see you die, and that's the truth." Vastian looked up into Charlotte's eyes, an she smiled at him. He reddened and shook his head. "What...whatever." "I'll leave you alone now. I think you'll learn to appreciate my friendship soon enough, though." "And how do you figure that?" Charlotte gestured over her shoulder towards Recens. "See that man over there? He runs with Byron. I recognized him when I came in." "Byron! How-" "-Do I know? Just because I told you where Brannan was headed doesn't mean I stopped observing him. Naturally I had to learn a few things when I heard Brannan was falling in with that crowd." Vastian was silent. "See, that's the kind of thing you're going to have to learn to do for yourself, honey. You can never know enough about a target...ever." She rose from her seat. "Careful, he could be dangerous. All I know about him is he's with Byron. See you around." With that, she was gone. Edited by goatfish, Apr 14 2009, 03:40 AM.
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| Seth | Apr 14 2009, 11:16 PM Post #30 |
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Recens tensed slightly but was careful not to betray his intentions. He sipped from his glass and stared at the far wall, making sure to keep the bounty hunter and his new companion within his peripheral vision. Angling his body slightly to the right, he allowed his free hand to rest on his dagger, where the bounty hunter could not see. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alice finished healing Byron as well as she could, then sat down against a wall, exhausted from the effort. Despite her best attempt, Byron's injuries were still showing through quite clearly. She had mended his collarbone and closed the skin, but Byron's less dire wounds were bleeding freely and had begun to scab over. Lou sat with his head in his hands. He was in much better shape than Byron and Brannan, but the fight had shaken him. The academy didn't prepare me for this... No. That was a lie. He'd learned a little bit of just about everything there was to know about anything, but just like during school, he was too lazy to apply himself. Glancing around the room at the state of things, he resolved to change...for the better. The door swung open, and in walked a very angry Jane clutching a book with an arrow through it. Not saying a word to anyone, she stormed upstairs and slammed the door to her room. Peeking his head out from under the stairs, Ognus winced. He finished wrapping up his wounds with healing salve and bandages, preferring a more natural method of healing. Ognus gingerly took a few steps to see what shape his legs were in now that his adrenaline rush had gone. Satisfied with their ability to function, he walked over and took a seat near the other mercenaries. "Someone should check on Brannan," he remarked. "Leave him. He's more trouble than he's worth." Alice's eyes widened in surprise. "Lou! How can you be so cold?" "No," interjected Ognus. "He's just being pragmatic. Brannan is a good fighter, but this must be weighed against the possible conflicts he could bring to our doorstep." Alice scowled. "I don't believe you two!" In a similar fashion to Jane, Alice ran angrily up the stairs, but unlike Jane, she entered Brannan's room and shut the door quietly. "Brannan?" she asked carefully, her normal demeanor restored. "Are you awake?" |
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| goatfish | Apr 15 2009, 12:57 AM Post #31 |
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Brannan was sitting on the ground in an empty corner of the room, leaning against the two walls that met behind him, head in hands. He looked up when Alice entered, revealing a grim and haggard expression. "Yeah." He couldn't remember exactly how long he'd been awake...there were only blurred memories of coming to, groggily rolling off his bed, lurching to a corner, and focusing on the pain. Clumsily, he'd searched himself for every injury, which were difficult to find: the healer had done an excellent job mending torn flesh and discolorations for the most part, but Brannan could still detect his wounds from the ache. "It's funny...I never really thought much about death until I came so close to it." I've made too many mistakes. I should've settled in to a group like this long ago...it might be too late now. It'd be risky taking a guy like me on to a force, some stranger with wealthy enemies...but I feel like I can still trust these people. He wasn't entirely confident in his sense of time anymore, so he didn't wait very long for a response. "Anyhow, ah, I ought to be fine. It'll just take some time, Alice. Thanks for the concern." -------------- Vastian was rewarded at last with the numbing effects of his beverage. He didn't drink much alcohol, so on the rare occasions he was distraught enough to turn to drink, it was practically guaranteed he'd lose himself in a drunken haze. He finished off his second flagon, set it on the table, and stared at the empty bottom. Damn that woman. I swear I'll lose my mind next time I have to talk to that... He abandoned the insult in the middle of the thought. The weight of Charlotte's words had suddenly struck him. One of Byron's men was here, and Vastian was in no state to fight. Wounded and drunk, up against a professional mercenary....think I'll pass. But Charlotte hadn't said anything about the man's intentions. She'd simply pointed out who he was affiliated with. It could all be coincidence. Yeah...yeah, it could. And I've got little hope if it turns out to be anything else, I imagine. Shakily, a bit from fear but mostly from drink, Vastian brought himself to his feet and made for the door as casually as he could. The result was a clumsy limp and a bit of stumbling around, just like any other drunk leaving a tavern to return home. He made his way to the tavern door, made a slurred apology to the bartender about the broken glass, and closed it carefully behind him. He took a few steps away from the building, then broke into a blunderous run, losing his balance now and then as he weaved between buildings and through alleyways, trying to find a safe way home. Edited by goatfish, Apr 16 2009, 07:45 PM.
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| Seth | Apr 15 2009, 08:07 AM Post #32 |
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Alice beamed; her healing work was usually taken for granted. "I just thought I'd check up on you," she said, still smiling. Excusing herself from the room, Alice walked back downstairs and entered the kitchen. Since everyone else in the barracks was either wounded or sulking, she decided she would make a warm pot of soup for lunch. After selecting a pot big enough to feed all seven mercenaries, she grabbed Lou by the collar and dragged him outside with her. "Hey!" he protested. "What the hell are you doing?" "You're going to help me make lunch," she replied flatly. "Why would I do that?" "Because I'm mad at you." Lou rolled his eyes. That's some real fine logic, indeed. All the same, he went along with her without further complaint. With Clark and his men growing more ambitious, the last thing he needed was a pissed-off healer snubbing him in battle. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The moment the door closed all the way, Recens got up and briskly walked to the exit. Taking a deep breath and keeping one hand on his daggers, Recens pushed open the door and warily peered out of the tavern. The man was nowhere to be seen, though a conspicuous clanking noise could be heard nearby. Recens grinned. The idea of a large, drunk man clad in armor attempting to evade him was beyond funny. Following the sound, he took off through the back alleys of the town. His initial amusement at the situation soon dissolved when he realized that the sound he was hearing was the echo of the man's armor bouncing off the walls of the buildings. The bounty hunter could be in one of several different directions, and Recens didn't know how close he was even if he could guess the correct direction. Cursing his luck, Recens walked dejectedly back to the barracks of the Fury, making a mental note to work on his tracking skills; they had grown rusty over the months since he had last used them. |
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| Tookie | Apr 23 2009, 05:11 PM Post #33 |
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OOC: Time to move us on, I think. =\ Time seemed to fly for Myke, now that things were looking up. He had a vague idea of what he would be working towards for a while, and he knew that there were people here who would help him- whether now or later. He had some leeway with time- the Order weren't likely to do anything rash with him still around to spread the word about them. Most importantly, he had some control over his life now- he wasn't just running away from his past. Night crept in and, after much positive thinking, Myke drifted to sleep in the chair he was sat in. --- Tookie wasn't having much luck finding somewhere to stay. People seemed wary of someone so... foreign, especially one who refused to explain where he came from. Not like they'd believe him, so he wasn't too upset about that. What he was worried about, though, was sleeping outside. The closest he'd ever come to that was that holiday a year or so ago, and he hadn't done so then because of the local river being highly dangerous after unhealthy amounts of rain. Frickin' rivers. But, if people were too worried about someone suspiscious (and what was he going to say? "I'm from another world and was blasted here by an asshole god, these are my work clothes, nice to meet you"?), then he'd have to find out what he'd narrowly missed a year ago. On the plus side, at least there wasn't any chilli with this holiday. Walking through the streets, he saw one more establishment that seemed promising. Deciding it was probably better than the dirt, he walked in and hoped for the best. "What d'ya want, kid?" "I-I'd like a room, please." "How much ya payin'?" "How much are you asking?" "Well, only one I've got isn't too great, so not too much." "This much?", Tookie asked as he pulled a few coins out of his wallet. "That'll do, yes. Say," the man started, eying Tookie's wallet with interest, "that doesn't look like anything I've ever seen. Where'd ya get it?" "Roughly the same place I got the clothes, and before you ask where, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm not really sure I believe it myself." The man nodded. No point trying to force information out of him. The kid's black top had a couple of words on it, he could always ask around about them. "Your room's upstairs. Up the stairs, and it's the room right opposite the stairs." "Thank you." Tookie left the coins on the counter and went to see what he was paying for. It was inhabitable, at least- better than the cabin he had to sleep in on that holiday, anyway. Well, today wasn't too bad. I have an idea of where I am, and who I'm supposed to be helping. He doesn't look like he needs me, but I'll figure something out. I'm not meant to be here, I'm meant to be back at that godawful place getting ready for the rest of my life. I'm no fighter, I'm a frickin' secondary school student who failed PE. This needs to stop soon. I need to go home. I need to be back where I belong, for better or for worse. Thinking wasn't going to make tomorrow come any faster. Sleeping was, though, so Tookie tried to get some sleep. --- The meeting had gone well, all things considered. Vassarin had kept his cool, and the new girl, Lily, was on her way to Langras to meet the higher ups. Relus was left only wondering what would happen tomorrow. Would Myke leave them alone as usual? Or would he take action? He could only wonder. Was it too late to leave and join him and Emysia? No, but there was Vassarin to think about. The poor man would level Elibe if he was left alone. Until Vassarin was dead, Relus was bound to the Order, if only to keep the world's best wrecking ball in check. What worried Relus more than anything else, though, was time. He knew Langras was running out of time, and he knew that only the imminent destruction of the Order and all they had made could save it. But, did Myke know this? Possibly. Would he risk trying? Probably not. He seemed much more aware of consequences than he used to be, and Relus doubted that even a longing to see home one last time would lead him into a suicide run into Langras. Not yet. But, would he make an attempt with enough time to save Langras from that monstrosity? Hopefully. It was too much to think of, thrusting the fate of two (because Elibe would surely be next if Langras fell) worlds into the hands of one young man. --- OOC: yay moving along |
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| Seth | Apr 24 2009, 06:17 PM Post #34 |
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Eventually Isaac recovered and left the hospital. To everyone else, life went on, but had they looked closer, they would have seen a change in Isaac that would affect the rest of his life. He stopped reading for recreation and practiced his combat skills twice as often to make up for the time he spent in the infirmary. He found it harder and harder to find partners his age to spar against; his reputation as a cruel duelist preceded him. Isaac was forced to seek competition against older targets, and in spite of his disadvantages in size and experience, he still overcame most who fought him. His swordsmanship was not the only thing becoming better, though. Isaac dove into his studies with newly-found vigor, taking a keen interest in herbs and medicine. He learned many simple and easy techniques for healing minor wounds on the go, and by piecing together his knowledge of chemical properties, learned how to make three different kinds of weak poison. Levange was troubled by something he sensed growing within his son, but he dismissed it; after all, no matter what they say, there is always a part of a parent's mind that never wants their child to grow up. Isaac continued unhindered along his new path in life, still holding his grudge against DuGrine and his lackeys. |
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| Tookie | Apr 27 2009, 08:08 PM Post #35 |
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OOC: I must keep us moving! --- Tookie did not sleep well. It wasn't that the bed was uncomfortable- far from it- but he worried about what he'd been missing. He'd wanted the slog known as secondary school to end, sure, but he hadn't expected or wanted it to end quite like this, spirited away to lands unknown. It was with some relief that the dawn came and he was free to go on his merry way... whatever that entailed. He didn't feel particularly merry at the moment, but there had to be somewhere for him to get started. He dragged himself out of the bed- a new record for him- and put his old uniform back on. Most of it, anyway. It looked like a hot day, and he didn't want to bake in a black jumper just yet, so he settled for tying it around his waist. Leaving the room and the building, he started looking for something to do today. Money needed to be earned, after all. --- Myke, however, woke up slightly more suddenly and not in the most comfortable position he'd ever been in. He must've fallen out of the chair at some point in the night, because he was on the floor in a heap, and Emysia was watching him from another nearby chair, hiding a grin. "... You pushed me, didn't you?" "Would I do something like that?" "Would I fall out of a chair by myself?" "Evidently you would." Myke shrugged. He doubted Emysia was happy with him for standing by his decision to chase after Vassarin today, but he knew she wouldn't leave. A few jokes on her part wouldn't hurt too much, surely. Picking himself up, and making sure everything was in order, he went to sit down again. "Well, people should turn up at some point in the near future. All we have to do now is wait here and at least look professional." Two could play that game. --- OOC: Okay, now I just need people to show up in some fashion, then I'll bring Tookie in and off we go. :D |
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| Lewa | Apr 27 2009, 08:25 PM Post #36 |
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After waiting for over an hour, XEQ realizes that this mission of the swordsman is not going to happen until the next arrival of the sun. This is disappointing. It decides to remain standing where it is through the night, watching the alleged visitors from another world. They seem to be exactly like the humans of this world. The archer is not surprised. It has only ever met people who were human or like itself, and it has no imagination. As its kind are not naturally occurring, it would expect all people it meets to be human. Morning comes, and the humans awaken. The swordsman has 103,297 hairs on his head, including the ones that fell out when he was pushed out of his chair. This is unimportant, but counting them occupied XEQ's mind through the night. |
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| Seth | Apr 27 2009, 08:53 PM Post #37 |
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Lug grumbled to himself as he walked along. After losing Balas, the remaining four thieves had wider areas to sweep looking for targets, and despite it being early morning, the sun was already hot on his back. The weight of his armor made him irritable. Wiping his brow, he trudged into unfamiliar territory, hoping that all of this effort would pay off somehow. OOC: Lug's going to be joining you guys on this venture, but he'll be a green unit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Clark's condition had improved; the scorch marks on his chest were fading, and his breathing had returned to normal. At this point, it seemed he was sleeping out of exhaustion rather than from being rendered unconscious by an unhealthy dosage of lightning. OOC: However, Clark's still going to be unconscious. Certain participants may receive stat boosts, which I will delegate when the next event begins. |
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| goatfish | Apr 27 2009, 10:48 PM Post #38 |
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Weyler arrived the next morning, well-rested after a full night of sleep. It had been easy to drift off into dreams after he'd exhausted himself with practice. He was bothered by his failure to heal Clark, and had designated the healing arts as his next area of study. When Myke had finished explaining the details of the next mission, he'd quickly left to return to his room at the inn to look over his books, hoping to learn as much possible in the short time he had. Weyler entered the Guild building with a bit of a swagger, feeling much more confident from the progress he'd made. He sat himself down and waited for Myke to send them into the fray. |
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| Tythanin | Apr 28 2009, 01:10 AM Post #39 |
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Serena There was an annoying light in her eyes, just like every morning in the inn. She waved her hands tiredly, trying to somehow banish the sunlight using the power of her movements alone. Failing in that endeavor, she tried to turn in the bed only for her to find herself meeting the floor face first. With a surprised grunt, the female mercenary blinked her eyes open and slowly pushed herself up. 'This isn't the inn. Oh...Oh right. Wow I must have been out for a while.' With another grunt, she plopped herself back onto the chair and began stretching. Sleeping in a chair definitely wasn't good for you at all and she was paying the punishment with aching limbs. She didn't even get that much rest either and yawned, wondering if she should just collapse and pass on the next mission. She saw Weyler nearby and waved at him lazily. "Oy! Weylerman...what's going on? Is Clark better?" |
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| goatfish | Apr 28 2009, 02:33 AM Post #40 |
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Weyler smiled. "Hello, Serena." She'd asked an excellent question. Was Clark alright? Weyler had followed Melanie's instructions precisely, and she hadn't said anything when she took over for him, so he must be on the road to recovery...but how far down that path was he? "Clark will be fine. Melanie was taking care of him yesterday, so he ought to be back on his feet soon enough. Not quite sure how he's doing right now, though..." |
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| SilentSword23 | Apr 28 2009, 10:57 AM Post #41 |
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Selena kept on riding. She'd soon reach whatever town lay in front of her. Hopefully she'd be able to blend into that community. Maybe find some honest work for a change. Maybe hone her magic. Maybe just leave it all behind. Maybe. Selena rode just a bit faster than when she started. |
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| Seth | Apr 28 2009, 07:41 PM Post #42 |
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Melanie entered the Guild without a word and walked directly to Clark. Satisfied that he was still breathing, she sat down at her desk and began her paperwork for the day. "He should be fine in a few hours," said Melanie to no one in particular. |
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| Tookie | Apr 28 2009, 07:58 PM Post #43 |
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OOC: :O Tookie tiem nao. Dammit... no jobs anywh-- wait, what's this? Mercenary band? This sounds strangely familiar... Couldn't hurt to see, I guess. Might be able to get a few clues about who I'm supposed to be looking for. He might even be here... nah, that'd be too much like good luck for me. Not like I have anything better to do, though, so I might as well check it out. Following the directions on the advert, which he noted was far less obnoxious than any other advert he'd ever seen, he arrived at a somewhat familiar building. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. --- There was a knock at the door. Myke stood up and went to answer it, assuming it'd be someone here to work, but he wasn't quite expecting what he saw when he opened the door. Someone who looked to be about his age, possibly a couple of years older than him judging by the face. Someone about the same height as him, built similarly. Only the face itself, his hair and the clothes he was wearing would seperate him from Myke. Hopefully the stranger didn't act like him or this could get very confusing very fast. The stranger spoke first. "Umm, hi, I'm looking for a Clark Kallen, regarding mercenary work." "Clark isn't exactly in the most presentable of states at the moment, but you can stay with us for a while. We'll be leaving soon, but I suppose you can follow us if you're here to work." Well, he could hang around for today's little hunt, but he wasn't sure what Clark would say when he woke up. There was one more thing nagging at him. The stranger was clearly in the same boat as him from the clothing alone. "What's your name?" This stopped the stranger for a minute to think. "You can call me Tookie, since everybody else does. If that sounds as ridiculous to you as it probably does, my real name is Michael." "... We'd best call you Tookie for now. I'm Myke, and that sounds close enough to Michael for things to get confusing around here. Come on in, you'll have to introduce yourself to everyone else, we're going soon." Myke walked back into the lounge, Tookie in tow. Emysia spoke first. "Myke? What's going on here?" "I was about to explain that, Emysia. Everyone," Myke called out to no-one in particular,"this is Tookie. He'll be coming with us this morning, at least, since it's not exactly official, and if he's lucky- or skilled- he'll be around more often. Tookie, meet Lilane, Emysia, Weyler, Serena and XEQ." He pointed to each in turn. "Try not to ask him too many questions for now, he doesn't seem to be much of a talker." "Is this everyone?" "Everyone apart from Clark, who is still recovering from yesterday. There's a few other people here and there, but these are the people who always show up. Speaking of which, we'd best be off. We wouldn't want to be late, and I doubt anyone else will show up." "Where are we--" "I'll tell you on the way." --- OOC: I'm assuming all the regulars who are still conscious want in, with the addition of Tookie and possibly Selena. If I'm wrong, clarify relatively soon please. =\ |
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| SilentSword23 | Apr 28 2009, 08:08 PM Post #44 |
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ZSM>ZSS. Don't lie.
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OOC: If we want to get this moving, let's have Selena meet them in town. BIC: Selena's horse slowed down. Selena understood what was going on. She'd reached the town. She led her horse in right behind her. Soon enough, she had gotten inside the town. She hesitated here, not quite sure what to do. She decided to ask around to see if anything was open for work. Edited by SilentSword23, Apr 29 2009, 10:37 AM.
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| SilentSword23 | Apr 29 2009, 11:16 PM Post #45 |
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OOC: double post to rush Selena to the guild for the next chapter. BIC: Selena was frustrated. Nothing really seemed to excite her. She'd hoped to find some kind of way to enhance her magic, but that was really unlikely. She was heading back for one last trip around town before she noticed an advert. "Hmm, Clark Kallen... Mercenary band... Excellent! A way to harness my magic!" And hide from... them Selena rushed herself and her horse down to the indicated building. She knocked twice on the door and silently waited. Was this it...? OOC: alrighty, just answer the door and if everyone is ready, we'll be off! Edited by SilentSword23, Apr 29 2009, 11:17 PM.
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| Soul | Apr 30 2009, 09:04 AM Post #46 |
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OOC: I guess those ads really do work Because I'm pretty sure everyone in here randomly decided to join a mercenary group because of one <_< >_> |
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My FEABL profile Jarro; lvl. 20/13 Mage Knight, Frost; lvl. 20/18 Phalanx, Melissa lvl. 12 Archer, Rexall; level 17 Squire, Marco; level 10 Wyvern Knight RP Only: Sarah Retired: Krys, Lizzie, Kratos, Ruby, Amery, Fairah, Grimliss, Azrael, Hanz, Rowan Tales of The Abyss, FEABL Style, fun stuff!
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| Seth | Apr 30 2009, 12:22 PM Post #47 |
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I'm...HUNGRY!
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OOC: It looks like everyone's ready. I'll try to get the map and everything up tonight, but I'm not making any guarantees. This semester is coming to a close, and I've got a lot of work to do. |
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| Lewa | Apr 30 2009, 07:51 PM Post #48 |
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NROOC: Me: XEQ follows orders. Even if those orders are printed on a poster. |
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| SilentSword23 | Apr 30 2009, 08:45 PM Post #49 |
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ZSM>ZSS. Don't lie.
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OOC: and I decided to go along with that ad <_< |
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| Soul | May 1 2009, 02:02 AM Post #50 |
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OOC: you're doing nothing to disprove my point, you know that <.< |
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My FEABL profile Jarro; lvl. 20/13 Mage Knight, Frost; lvl. 20/18 Phalanx, Melissa lvl. 12 Archer, Rexall; level 17 Squire, Marco; level 10 Wyvern Knight RP Only: Sarah Retired: Krys, Lizzie, Kratos, Ruby, Amery, Fairah, Grimliss, Azrael, Hanz, Rowan Tales of The Abyss, FEABL Style, fun stuff!
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| SilentSword23 | May 1 2009, 10:51 AM Post #51 |
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OOC: That's because I agree with it. |
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| Tookie | May 1 2009, 03:30 PM Post #52 |
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OOC: So I didn't miss anything yesterday when my internet broke down? ;>_> |
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| Tythanin | May 1 2009, 05:42 PM Post #53 |
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Charge!
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(OOC: There is totally not a problem with joining because of random ads.) "Oh, that's good." Serena said tiredly, yawning. She didn't want to sound too excited, although inside she was going "Hell yeah, it's all because I'm so awesome at what I do!" Rubbing at her eyes, she blinked a couple of times before noticing Melanie had walked in and promptly said that Clark would be a-okay within hours. "Nothing like receiving good news after a long sleep." She finally got out of that chair and began to stretch, wincing at the pain that briefly flashed through her limbs. She gave a wave to some new kid person thing that Myke had apparently gotten to join the guild. Or somesuch. Her brain wasn't working all that properly at the moment. Time would fix that. Hopefully. |
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| Tookie | May 1 2009, 05:59 PM Post #54 |
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OOC: I have a reasonably legitimate reason for Tookie's magical ad. >_> Myke stood up to leave, when there came another knock on the door. He sighed. Of all the days for new people to arrive... Regardless, another helping hand was always wanted, especially with Clark out of it for a while longer. He opened the door to the sight of a woman with a horse by her side, though he couldn't really tell much about her just by looking at her. "Hello. This is Clark Kallen's Merry Band. Clark isn't available right now, I'm afraid, but how may we help you?" |
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| SilentSword23 | May 1 2009, 09:11 PM Post #55 |
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A man responded to Selena's knock fairly quickly. Selena thought he looked kind of tense. She thought about speaking and was about to open her mouth when he spoke. "Hello. This is Clark Kallen's Merry Band. Clark isn't available right now, I'm afraid, but how may we help you?" Wow. Of course I show up when he's not available. Strange mercenary group, to have their leader incapable of coming to the door. Or is this guy their leader, just trying to trick me? And what kind of name is Clark Kallen's Merry Band anyway? Selena snapped back to reality and realized that the man must have been waiting for a response. "Erm... Hello to you. I would like to offer you my services. Are you capable of accepting me into your group even though you aren't the leader? I may not look like much, but I can use magic pretty well." Ack. For a first impression, that must not sound very confident. Oh well. Just got to wait and hope... Edited by SilentSword23, May 1 2009, 09:12 PM.
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| Tookie | May 1 2009, 09:56 PM Post #56 |
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"Erm... Hello to you. I would like to offer you my services. Are you capable of accepting me into your group even though you aren't the leader? I may not look like much, but I can use magic pretty well." Myke thought about it for a moment. "... I make no promises about being able to accept you, but we've just had someone else here for a place, so I'll tell you what I told him. "Today, we're going on an excursion to see a man of great significance to me, but it may get bloody. This isn't an official job- there's a very good reason Clark isn't available at the moment- so I can get away with bringing you and Tookie- he's the other new guy- with us. Clark should be available when we get back, and I'll talk to him about you then. I would invite you in, but we were about to go before you knocked." That was about all that needed saying. "Right," Myke called back into the building, "I'd say it's about time we were off, then." OOC: :D |
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| SilentSword23 | May 2 2009, 12:23 AM Post #57 |
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"I'd say it's about time we were off, then." Even though this wasn't directed at her, Selena knew this included her. She was a part of this group, for however short or long it may be. She stepped back and called back to the man at the door. "Thank you sir. I am sorry to here about your commander, and I think it is excellent that you can function without your leader on this mission. My name is Selena. I won't disappoint you." And it looks like I don't have to prove myself to this commander anyway. I wonder if that's good or bad, given that it's my first mission... Ah well. Wait and see. OOC: Sorry for kinda late post, but here goes Tookie =) |
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Despite the avy, I still like Marth. Other than that, waiting for something sig-able. Alfaya, the level 17 Wyvern Rider. Almiala, the level 10 Brigand. Selena, the level 6 Gypsy. For what it counts, taking PM challenges. And now open to every single battle you want (provided my chars deal at least one damage). Yeah, even the ones I can't win I'll accept. Save for ones involving Almiala. ಠ_____ಠ | |
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| Soul | May 2 2009, 01:22 AM Post #58 |
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Ooh, my head is spinning...
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OOC: And then suddenly, rocks fall, everyone dies Except Clark because he's badass enough to survive both Lightning bolts and rocks |
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My FEABL profile Jarro; lvl. 20/13 Mage Knight, Frost; lvl. 20/18 Phalanx, Melissa lvl. 12 Archer, Rexall; level 17 Squire, Marco; level 10 Wyvern Knight RP Only: Sarah Retired: Krys, Lizzie, Kratos, Ruby, Amery, Fairah, Grimliss, Azrael, Hanz, Rowan Tales of The Abyss, FEABL Style, fun stuff!
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| goatfish | May 2 2009, 01:43 AM Post #59 |
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"At your service."
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OOC: ITT, Soul makes fun of the RP |
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| Soul | May 2 2009, 01:46 AM Post #60 |
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OOC: Curses, foiled again! *flees* |
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My FEABL profile Jarro; lvl. 20/13 Mage Knight, Frost; lvl. 20/18 Phalanx, Melissa lvl. 12 Archer, Rexall; level 17 Squire, Marco; level 10 Wyvern Knight RP Only: Sarah Retired: Krys, Lizzie, Kratos, Ruby, Amery, Fairah, Grimliss, Azrael, Hanz, Rowan Tales of The Abyss, FEABL Style, fun stuff!
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| Seth | May 2 2009, 04:25 AM Post #61 |
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I'm...HUNGRY!
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ITT: Soul is right, successfully predicts plot twist later in story. *goes to rework storyline* |
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