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| Mercinus3 | Oct 28 2009, 11:42 AM Post #21 |
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The attacking Krimntaar, no matter how hard they tried to bring her down, were getting cut down one by one, as if they were merely nothing to the girl. The leader shook his head in pity as he saw his comrades being taken down by someone he thought was inferior to the mountain people. However, he was pleased when the fired arrow hit her side, hoping that one of the remaining soldiers would cut her down with their scimitars. However she held her ground, even snapping the arrow shaft in half and gouging one of the eyes. He wasn't afraid on getting killed. At least if his group doesn't return to report on what had happened, then the Krimntaar would know that him and the entire group was dead and that there was an issue on the surface that knows of the invasion. Finally, after the dagger thudded into the skull of the final Krimntaar, only the girl and the leader was left standing. He dropped the bow and smirked at her. "I am impressed… no being, save the now dead Drævarian that you were with earlier, has fought an entire group of Krimntaar and lived to tell it in the foul taverns in Galbeez and Silvæa. It would be a shame for you to… perish here… If you come and meet the leader of the Mountain people, I'm sure he can give you a position of high power in the society and easier routes through the Gateway. If you don't agree…" He then drew 2 elven swords from his side, revealing that he has one of the captured elves' weapons. |
![]() This is true. I will go ninja kitty on your asses if you do... *glowers and sharpens claws*
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| RinaChiba | Oct 28 2009, 12:31 PM Post #22 |
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Rina couldn't help but chuckle at the remaining Krimntaar's words. He was a fool if he believed that she would allow him to survive. He was prey and she was the predator. Predator's don't listen to the words of their prey. Especially not when they were hungry. The only thing she really reacted to was the sight of the elven swords. The Krimntaar had just sealed his fate. He might've had a chance at surviving, but by revealing those weapons he had choosen death. Other members of her race might not care, but she was very fond of the elven people and refused to do nothing. The entire time the fight had been going on, the elk that Rina had been riding had been staying to the side. The beast knew better than to get close to his mistress when her eyes turned crimson. The last thing he wanted was to be a meal for her. However, that didn't mean he didn't know when to act. Seeing the blades drawn by the being attacking his rider caused him to react. With a high pitched scream, he charged foreward and lowered his head, ramming the sides of his antlers into the Krimntaar's back and shoving him off balance. The methusala saw her opponent stumble and she rushed forward. It didn't take much effort to force his head to the side, exposing his throat. ********** Wandering in the woods, not far from the battles, was a young man. He had scruffy looking, platinum hair that fell to his chin and hid his violet eyes in shadows. One of the three points of his black and white hat swayed in front of his face, the small, pearl colored orb swinging like a pendulum. His pale complexion stood out against the matching, two piece outfit he wore, looking like he might be carved from a giant pearl. Reaching a white gloved hand up, he tugged at the thin, white, ruffled collar around his neck. The epression on his young, doll-like face was clearly one of annoyance. He hated the jester's costume he was forced to wear, especially the crimson tear mark under his right eye and the matching crescent over the left. The only good thing about it was that the long sleeves and pants protected his arms and legs from the shrubbery. That and it was easy to move about in. Hearing sounds up ahead, he stopped his walking and looked over, having been watching the ground as he went foreward. He saw a group of Krimntaar surrounding some reptilian creature, looking as if they were ready to kill it. His eyes narrowed while his cat-like pupils became slits. Before he could even stop himself, he rushed over to try and stop the axe. |
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| Mercinus3 | Oct 29 2009, 07:20 PM Post #23 |
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The axe head fell to the ground. However, as the blade neared the Drævarian, the reptilian disappeared, as if the axe had completely vaporized him. They were pleased with the result, thinking that they should help the lone Krimntaar left in the final group. However, one of them turned and noticed someone was running towards them. Brandishing their weapons, they sneered at the oncoming man. "Looks like another pathetic jester in that baby costume wants to test his mettle. Looks like we've got to deal with him with brute force." With that, the leader of the group ordered the rest to charge at the man, unaware of the dangers that are lurking around the corner. -------------------- Meanwhile, the Krimntaar was ready for the fight that was about to come his way. However, the chuckle that came from the girl disturbed him. He should be the one that is chuckling, not her. This angered him. "So, you have chosen death than surrender. Very well… I hope your death is swift but painful." He raised the elven weapons, ready to strike against her when she charged at him. However, unknown to him, the elk that was tied behind him was getting ready to attack. Suddenly, the hooves of the animal had startled him. Before he was able to turn around and slay the beast from its path, the animal headbutted him, causing him to lose his balance. He stumbled forward, the weapons lowered. The girl had noticed this and used it to her advantage. She grabbed his body and exposed his neck. It was then did he realize what her race was. Using his agility that got him to be a leader, he got out of the grip and poised his weapons again. "Gah! You foul vampire! How dare you show your face in this wood." Without thinking, he charged at her, both weapons sweeping in huge arcs, aimed for her neck. |
![]() This is true. I will go ninja kitty on your asses if you do... *glowers and sharpens claws*
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| RinaChiba | Oct 30 2009, 11:21 AM Post #24 |
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The black and white clad boy didn't even seem phased at in incoming attack. In fact, he dodged as one blade was swung at his head. He couldn't recall ever being in a fight, unless one decided to view his recent escape as a fight. Still, he didn't exactly know anything about combat. Now was a perfect time to remember that, seeing as he wasn't going to be given much choice in this situation. Pulling his lips back into a feral snarl, he crouched down. When the first of the Krimntaar got close enough, he lunged foreward. His hand, looking almost claw-like, reached out and grabbed his attacker's throat. His eyes narrowed as a beastial growl came forth. As another tried sneaking up behind him, weapon raised, he whirled around and used the one he had a death grip on as a shield. ********* Rina had no words for the advancing Krimntaar, though she did find a form of sick irony in his words. At least the elves who dwelled in the forest, as well as the wood itself, accepted her presence and welcomed her. It was the mountain people who were not welcome. A sinister smirk curled her lips as she let her prey charge at her. He had underestimated her. Just because he had slipped from her grip once did not mean it would happen again. Once he got close enough, the methusala dodged to the side and grabbed the attacking Krimntaar. Her hold on him was firm, stronger the last time and she held his neck in a way that, if he moved, it would snap. "We prefer to be called Methusala." She hissed in his ear. Those were the last words he would ever hear as her fangs sank into his throat and she drained the blood from his body. |
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| Mercinus3 | Nov 4 2009, 10:57 AM Post #25 |
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The Krimntaar wasn't expecting the girl to be quick about to grab him again. But then again, he should have realized that he had lunged into a trap once again, and he was now going to pay for the mistake. He tried to get out of her steel grip, though that effort was for nothing. Damn! he thought as he continued to struggle for freedom. I can't get out of this grip! Then, he heard her say something in his ear, which forced him to widen his eyes open in fear. "We prefer to be called Methusala." A sudden stabbing sensation was felt in his neck, causing him to struggle even more, trying to cut her off of him with the swords. In the end, his body went limp as she continued to drain him of his blood. -------------------- The other group was charging at the man that had entered their sights. One of them was unlucky enough to actually be taken by the throat, the claw-like hands choking him of his final breath. Another walked around to attack him, a wicked halberd raised above its head. Unfortunately, it hit the captive ally as the humanoid had turned around and used the captive mountain person as a meat shield. The rest of the group had surrounded him, halberds poised to keep him in the centre of the circle. One of them had managed to raise the halberd and seemingly swung the blade to make the final death blow. Suddenly, a choking sound was heard. The others watched in horror as the attacking Krimntaar was choking on its own blood, an elven throwing dagger sticking out of its neck. Hissing sounds were heard throughout the wood, with several others being struck down by the dangerous blades. The surviving mountain person trembled with fear as he watched his allies fall to a silent killer. he was about to turn and run when a bone-crunching sound came from him. A few seconds later, several jutting appendages stuck out from his chest, him looking down in horror. In one quick move, his entire body was ripped into two, Daedalus snarling with his red eyes. He dropped the torn body onto the ground and looked towards the direction where the daggers came from. Moments later, a woman in a cloak appeared, an elven-made cloak covering her entire frame. When she pulled off the hood, a fair, silver-haired elf appeared. Her appearance seemed to be of beauty, which was common amongst the elves in Jaeltreg Forest. Unlike the elves that had lived in the entire forest, her irises appeared to be made of silver itself, perhaps giving her ethereal beauty a mystifying appearance. Her leather hauberk and pants could be seen, fitted with black riding boots. Shortly after she had arrived, a Carrefær with a saddle appeared, his horns appeared to be made for someone to ride on him. The Drævarian smiled and looked towards her. "Geldrea… how nice of you to arrive to help me bring these foul beings to the Land of Shadows…" "And saving your scaly hide in the process as well…" she retorted, as if she was taunting the reptilian. She walked over and placed her arms over his shoulders. Shortly after embracing him, she kissed him on the cheek, whispering something into his ear. "Eldæreth gar'lavend, Heldreno Drævaeris." It was at that moment when she had noticed the stranger that still held the dead Krimntaar in his hand. "Greetings to you, dear jester… if that is what your role is. I suppose Daedalus should invite you to the warm fires of the camp. Have you come from a place of some distant field?" |
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| RinaChiba | Nov 4 2009, 11:39 AM Post #26 |
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Once the Krimntaar had been drained completely of blood, the corpse was dropped to the ground. There was some blood at Rina's mouth and her eyes had returned to their original blue color, indicating she was no longer locked in a blood lust. Her elk sidled over to her as if nothing had happened and rubbed her head. Sighing softly, the Methusala reached up and pet the elk's neck. The girl then went over to one of the Krimntaar bodies and retrieved her dagger. Silence hung in the air as she went over to the stream and proceeded to wash the blade clean of blood as well as her face and wound. She couldn't do much about the piece of arrow still inside her, but at least it wasn't that deep. She would just need to be careful with her movements until it could be removed and her body could heal properly. ********** The young looked back as the sound of choking reached his ears. He watched with indifference as the Krimntaar were taken down, one by one. His face was an emotionless mask and didn't seem to even notice just what was happening. It was almost as if the killing going on around him had no signifigance. The only sign that he even realized it was happening was the his amythest eyes were watching the carnage like a hawk. It was when the reptilian creature reappeared that he even blinked. When the elven woman made her presence know, he looked over. He didn't really know what to make of her or her interaction with the creature. As far as the Carrefær was concerned, he didn't really pay it much mind. In truth, he was currently trying to make sense of what he had just done and why. He didn't even notice the exchange of words until he was the one spoken to. As if disgusted by what he was holding, he dropped the dead Krimntaar and looked at his hand. A grimace formed as he saw the blood on his long, claw-like nails. No doubt it would take a lot of work to get it cleaned off. At the mention of 'jester' an animal-like growl sounded from his throat and his gaze focused on the elf. The pupils of his eyes narrowed into slits, his expression being one of someone who had just been insulted. He hated being called 'jester'. "If you intend to call me something, call me Dragon." He said, his voice sounding like that of one in the midst of puberty. Edited by RinaChiba, Nov 4 2009, 11:45 AM.
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| Mercinus3 | Dec 23 2009, 09:35 AM Post #27 |
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Geldrea simply smiled towards the man as he retorted to her comment about him being a 'jester' in appearance. "Well, master Dragon… if you aren't a jester, then I apologize for my rash judgment. Us elves are sometimes rash and come to conclusions very quickly. We've probably come to a rash conclusion about the old ruins in Silvæa being the ruins of the ancient Silvæan city that we thought it was." She merely smiled at the thought of a thousand elves disappointed when it turned out that it was a faux idea that the head elf at the time made. Either way, she merely held her hand out and allowed her body to point towards the warm glow of the campfire. "Why are we talking in the cold forest when we can talk around a nice, warm fire? Come join us, Dragon." After that, she walked towards the camp, following Daedalus. When the Drævarian arrived, he noticed that Rina was injured from fighting the group that went for her. Are you alright, Rina? he exclaimed, rushing towards her side. He looked down at the jutting arrow from her skin. He clasped his entire hand around the arrow and looked at the Methusala. I am sorry if you feel pain from this… Without another word, he yanked the arrow out of her body, trying to make the pain of removing the projectile as painless as possible. He threw the damned arrow to the side and started to bandage her side, hoping that it would stop the bleeding. "I see that you've already made a friend in the forest, Daedarvirian Graederefin?" Geldrea spoke out, her hair reflecting the moonlight shining down on the campsite. Her irises flickered with the flames in the heart of the camp. "My name is Geldrea Silsense. I am one of the few rangers in the forest that leaves the elven city and attack the few Krimntaar that try to sneak into the city. I am also one of the few descendants of one of the Silvæans that are somewhere in Gelbaron." Before she had heard the introduction that the girl was about to make, she turned to Daedalus. "The Krimntaar knows that we are outside of their camp. You know that there isn't much choice but to go in there and bring the fight to them." The Drævarian didn't seem pleased with the idea on going into the Krimntaar caves. It's suicide if we go in there. Even if it was the three of us, possibly four if Dragon comes with us, they will still outnumber us to a number that even we could not imagine. We would be overcome by the sheer number before I am able to cast the magic of my race. However, it is not for me to decide. He turned towards Rina and Dragon, his seemingly blind eyes looking at both of them. What do you guys think? Should we go into the caves and try to fend off the forces in there? Edited by Mercinus3, Dec 23 2009, 09:35 AM.
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