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| Jester | September 28, 2010, 4:20 pm Post #1 |
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![]() OOC Thread In a world of opportunity and a time of uncertainty, men and women try to earn not only a way for themselves, but forge a name into the stone of time. By so doing they hope to forever be remembered and that their accomplishments stand as a testament to their power and might. In this time heroes were born and slain as though it were but a phase of the moon. Many a great warrior fell in battle, many a wise mage did fall pray to the lust of their own ambition and many a cunning rogue did dig too great a pit for them to escape from. For while tis was a time of great heroes, it was also a time of might and terrifying villains. Great evil wizards, horrifying dragons, and fierce monsters never named did rise up in this time as well. So as men and women pit their prowess against the might of evil we can only hope that they can find a way to succeed, for the good of us all. The Maps The Kingdom of Talistan is at a strained peace with the nations around it. There are four major cities within this naion, Brogan being the largest and most densely populated city. next is Beckov, which is where the king resides, commanding the major events of the nation. Denferth is a important trading city which allows quick sea trade with not only Brogan, but also with other nations outside of Talistan. Lastely Llywerth, which is a grand city with complex and quite innovative. It was built next to the arcane university and has several unique and new things found there. Beyond it's cities many diverse and different kinds of landscapes and people can be found there. It grows colder the farther north you go, and it grows warmer the farther south. Registry Edited by Jester, September 28, 2010, 11:15 pm.
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| Jester | September 28, 2010, 4:29 pm Post #2 |
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Settled down in the town of miskol there was a small tavern/inn which went by the name of the Lusty Shrub. This was a quaint, quiet little inn, and there wasn't many frills or twists to the ordeal. The tavern owner had died, leaving the building to his wife Marigold. The woman was of her middle age, for a human but was still rather attractive for her age. Long chestnut hair grew down to the small of her back, and though her somewhat heart shaped face was attractive, it did hold a few wrinkles of stress and time on it. Her eyes were blue and she had a ready smile. Her usual patrons were in the tavern as well as a few newer faces. It was a small farming town, so the lusty shrub usually got farmers and towns folk. Tired, dirty men who wanted little more than to come and have a drink or a hot meal before returning to their homes and families to go and take care of those responsibilities which their lives pushed upon them. However there would always be more passing through. ~It is here that our story begins~ Edited by Jester, September 28, 2010, 4:31 pm.
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| Ceasing End | September 28, 2010, 6:29 pm Post #3 |
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Goodbyes had been said, things had been gathered, and gifts had been exchanged. Everything was packed and accounted for, and the horse which had been a gift from her master - for completing her apprenticeship - had been tacked up and loaded with it all. It was a good beast, considering its roots; a dark dappled grey in colour, and pretty hefty. Kazuko could imagine it carrying her into battle against demons, or aiding her in defending the lands clad in thick, shining steel armour. Well, that would be a long, long way away, but still - it could be just around the corner if she knew what to do. Anyway, she had said her goodbyes and left; the horse knew about theatrics, at least, and had bolted into a smooth, ground-eating canter the moment she had seated herself firmly into the saddle. Either the horse knew exactly what she was thinking, or was very jumpy. It didn't matter either way; she rather wanted the former, and could easily help to sooth the latter. Kazuko rode for what felt like hours; enjoying both the solitude of the hills, and the smooth gait of her mount. She'd contemplated naming the beast, but she would wait for a week yet before doing so. If it survived that trial period, of course she would name it, but she didn't want it to give out on her and cause her disappointment. Though it was a big-boned, tall, muscular creature, there was always a chance that her master was just having a joke, and it was really just a nag that looked good. As it were, she stopped in three hours later at a little town which was on the way to her destination. She placed her hand upon her mount's shoulder, patting the solid flesh, and walked the tired creature to the inn, where she told the stable hand to take care of the horse, took her belongings from the saddle, and entered the tavern. Upon entering the Lusty Shrub, she felt the eyes of others upon her and already her skin began to crawl. Kazuko knew that she was different from humans; that much was evident, especially from the time that she had spent with them. In addition to her pointed ears and disturbing, feral beauty, she thought and acted differently. Still, beer was beer, and a room was a room, wherever it was. Stepping through the tables gracefully, she paid for her mount's stabling, and for her room, and then a drink to keep her company. Her multiple bags were slumped down drunkenly beside her, and she supped at the beverage while casting her ferocious eyes around. |
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| TESCOS in disguise | September 28, 2010, 11:40 pm Post #4 |
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Ever one for small talk, Perri had taken her rightful throne at the bar and already she was wilting into the polished woodwork. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, bouncing from one dusty, old workman to the next, like watching a particularly wild game of catch, as they quipped the most witty cow-related repartee they could muster to one another. She stirred a limp finger half-heartedly across the surface froth of her orange juice as she tried her hardest to listen, jaw slack from the effort and legs dangling lifelessly, like they'd hanged her hours ago. They may as well have. She'd already been denied the pleasure of any form of mind-numbing escape, apparently her mother had warned every last tavern in the county ahead not to serve her any alcohol and it looked as though her company was about to tread into uncharted territories; the ever fascinating realm of tolls and taxes.... A dull groan rattled from the back of her throat and she started forming something of a mantra in the pit of her skull. 'For the love of Goddess, end it now! Send in the cavalry! Strike me down where I sit. Cease and desist. Halt this madne--' With uncanny timing a small bell chimed. The musical kind, the kind that greeted you, hand in hand with the smell of beer and tobacco, from a long days work; the kind of bell quaint, little places with odd little names kept by the door to alert and single out every new potential customer and returning old fly... Perri's saucepan eyes darted after the sound, silently praying it was the former-- oh please be the former! What walked in through the door, eyes a-blazing and leather a-shining, exceeded her every expectation! Her jaw dropped and rattled the ceiling of the Underworld, something-- probably more than one thing-- on her outfit jingled as she bolted upright. It took every inch of her being in fierce concentration to stop herself either squeaking, "GOODNESS!! AN ELF!!" out loud or peeing herself in the sheer joyous shock of it! Oh the Nine Heavens... she was beautiful!! Not like anything Perri had ever laid peepers on in this backwater, dull, pebble of a town! She was exotic, rare Eastern candy exotic... and a fighter too! She had to be!! Just look at the armour!! Suddenly becoming frighteningly aware she was staring, the young, wannabe-witch buried her head back in her arms and slumped on the bar like the coward she was. It was an instinctual move. Pretend to be bored. Pretend to be bored. Pretend to be bored. But it was all she could manage... The closest she'd ever got to ANYTHING in interesting or real and... A lengthy whine escaped the lips she'd crushed against her sleeve who's misery increased with time. Well... she'd only just come in... there was time yet!! Edited by TESCOS in disguise, September 28, 2010, 11:48 pm.
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| Everlasting Nirvana | October 1, 2010, 8:47 pm Post #5 |
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Situken had stolen a horse several hours prior to where he now sat along the side of the road. The poor beast must have been past its prime because it had given out and died with him atop it. He was quite annoyed he had stolen a worthless horse but he decided it was not worth sulking over. He picked up his belongings and continued walking down the road. The sun was just setting as a town appeared on the horizon. If he hurried he could make it there before dark set in. As he reached the town he noticed the stench. It reeked of horse manuer and sweaty farm hands. Just great he exclaimed. He would have to stay in this run donw town tonight and this smell would soak into his clothes. Sighing he looked at what appeared to be an inn. Avoiding the door as was his nature he entered a second story window. It appeared he was in one of the rooms and what luck there was a bag of coin on the bed. He quickly pilfered it and exited silently. He made his way down to the first floor and recieved a few estrangled looks from some of the men down there. He glared at them and thier gazes slowly shied away. Satisfied he walked up to the bar and ordered a plate of fruit and a mug of honey mead. He sat down next to a girl who had her head buried in her arms and smirked. Humans were very strange creatures and he would never fully understand them. Edited by Everlasting Nirvana, October 1, 2010, 9:02 pm.
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| Jester | October 1, 2010, 9:22 pm Post #6 |
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Marigold looked over to the woman who entered into the Inn. She raised an eyebrow and breathed in. "well bless my soul" she said as she looked at the elf entering. She didn't get many elven folks come through. Every so often they got a half elf, but there weren't many full elves that she saw come through the parts, but they were just a little farming town so there was little appeal for such patrons to come around. When the elf approached Marigold looked at her and listened as she made her arrangements. "Alright then there dear, we've got a a few rooms free." She said. She reached over and got her a old rusty key. "This one here's to the room in the far back of the hall. You'll likely get the least amount of noise for you there." She said. She then reached over and got a wooden mug and setting it under a barrel the inn keeper fill it up and set it down in front of the woman. "There yeh go dear. If you need anything else please....ask..." He said. She seemed to break away the conversation as she noted a figure come from downstairs. The stairway was in clear sight of the bar. It was another elf. she knew all too well that she hadn't served any elf a room and the shrewd woman, though kind and motherly, wasn't about to let her home be walked over. Yet sure this figure started to make his way over towards the bar before she even spoke up. "Oi! Why was you doing upstairs? I didn't see you come in and you haven't bought a room." She demanded flatly.
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| Ceasing End | October 1, 2010, 10:24 pm Post #7 |
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The feral-looking elf gave a swift smile, so brief it was possible that an onlooker would think it an illusion, a trick on the mind and eye brought upon by the elf's wily ways. In truth, it was actually a smile. Kazuko had never learned the way of magic, and was adamant she never would - apart from possibly learning to use whatever magics might be in her to manipulate light. "Thanks," she spoke, in reply to the innkeeper's speech, carefully stowing the key in her cleavage. Nobody would be slipping their hands down there; even that shady-looking elf who'd just slipped through and was now getting the third degree from the matronly woman who'd served her. Averting her attention from the possibly sticky situation between the elf and the barmaid, she brought her gaze instead to the slumped figure. Were they drunk? Were they tired? A quick once-over suggested this was a female, and probably human, as well. Hm. Maybe she'd try poking it; she could do with some entertainment, and it was always interesting to see how humans reacted to elves - especially one as fierce-looking as she was. An extended digit dug itself lightly in the girl's ribs, and, at the same time, Kazuko spoke. "Hey, you alive in there, kid?" She could safely say that to the girl, never mind how old it was. She was a hundred and fifty-six - probably the sum of half the patrons' ages in here - and this one looked young. She was probably only a tenth or something of her age. Despite the elf's outlook on humans, she did appreciate that they were much better at getting things done. Their lifetimes seemed like those of moths; drawn towards the flame of fame, and engulfed by their dreams until they became mere ashes of themselves. They had such less time to get their lives over and done with, that they ended up doing everything the average elf did in three hundred years, in about thirty. Anyway, back to the stick insect. |
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| That Butler | October 2, 2010, 12:26 am Post #8 |
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A farming village... This was just wonderful. Note the sarcasm. Naivara was greatly displeased that she had ended up in a small town like this that reminded her so very much of her own hometown. She had nothing but sour memories of that place, and she was eager to be out of this one. But she had a need of a bed to sleep in for the night, and she wasn't quite stubborn enough to go another night sleeping on the ground. She pretended that the simple farmers she passed on the way in didn't exist as she entered the town, keeping the hood of her cloak up over her head to hide her slightly-pointed ears. The demographic seemed to be human-heavy in this place. She didn't want to broadcast the fact that she had elven blood. Of course, she was attracting quite a few stares considering that she was wearing a hooded black cloak and she was using a scythe as a walking stick. That didn't exactly scream good things to those who saw her. When she arrived at the tavern, she went in and sat down at the bar, keeping the hood in place. It cast a shadow over her pretty face that made it hard for anyone to tell what gender she was, but that also didn't matter to her. She'd just buy a room for the night, and then in the morning she'd be on her way. First, she was going to have a drink. This town was making her quite uncomfortable with the memories it forced her to recall, and she needed something to calm her nerves. |
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| TESCOS in disguise | October 2, 2010, 8:53 pm Post #9 |
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Whatever the worst possible case scenario was, Perri was sure it had gone out of its way to find her. She glanced up from the tabletop the same way a convict would peer to the heavens from the chopping block. A hundred stories and picture books didn't lie! It... she was an elf all right! From the high cheek bones, to the expertly raised eyebrow. Perri felt the air congeal in her throat it hung there for so long. "Hullo," she managed finally, eyes stingingly wide, "I'm ... good," Maybe this was the best thing that had ever happened to her?? Maybe she could ask her-- Old Marigolds voice snapped her free from the tangent of thought. It was not a happy tone. There was another figure, another stranger... ears, armour and white hair like a baby foal... Perri watched the ground floor curiously, shifting on her chair, purposely keeping her gaze from all traces of elf... she'd never seen one in and then suddenly ... two... There was another chime as a new, a third figure swooped in on the tiny room. Perri locked her gaze back on her drink, brow knitted. There was an elf next to her... Say something... say something clever... "An high elf, a dark elf and Death walk into a bar," she mumbled, stirring the top of her drink with one sallow digit, "Bar tender looks up, says," she glanced up at the she elf, a small nervous grin, "'is this some kind of joke?'" |
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| Everlasting Nirvana | October 3, 2010, 7:37 am Post #10 |
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"I simply came in through the top floor my dear." The womans voice was harsh to his ears as were all the voices of humans. He didnt understand what was so great about being human. They had such a short life that an elf wouldnt even reach adult hood and a few generations of humans were dead. They rushed about every where and rush through jobs. They never took the time to do things right it was pitiful. "I dont trust front doors they are much to uncertain. Besides if its a room that is whats bothering you then I would more then happily pay double your normal fees." Situken reached into his bag and carefully pulled out his coin purse and not the one he had stolen. He then pulled out three gold pieces and laid them on the counter. "I hope this will suffice and I'm sorry for any trouble caused. Now may I please have that fruit and honey mead?" He sat down in a stool and awaited the womans reply. He turned his head to the side at the sound of the door and snarled. "Filthy half blood" he whispered under his breath. The smell of a half blood was unique. While elves smelled sweet and humans had a spicy odor to them half breed smelled of sickness. Halfbreeds were a mochery to the elven race. Why would one of pure blood bed with something so unclean. It only sullied the Elven race to be associated with them. He turned his head away from him and tried to get the scent out of his nose. |
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| Ceasing End | October 3, 2010, 11:33 am Post #11 |
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With a gentle laugh, as if not expecting the child to sit up and speak, Kazuko took a sip of her drink and watched the skinny little thing. The sheer volume of her hair was impressive, and the elf wondered whether she had intended it to resemble the 'dragged through a hedge' look, or whether she just couldn't be bothered to brush her hair. Either way, the girl was definitely little more than a child... and children were okay to be around. That bug-eyed eagerness just said it all. Noting the drink she held in her hands - just a juice concocted from oranges - Kazuko gave another grin. A child who was bound by the will of its parents, no less. She'd come across a few of them, but... none of them were dressed in such outrageously colourful clothes. It was probably a way to rebel... and, well, Kazuko knew all about restricting parents. She empathised with any child who was controlled in such a way by its makers - elven or not. And hey, nobody will tell a fierce-looking elf off for switching drinks, eh? She did pay for the beer, after all. Before she could carry out this plot, the nervous-looking girl looked up, her eyes huge, and gave a small soliloquy about a dark elf, a high elf, and Death, whoever he was. She then gave a punchline, of sorts, and the elf felt even more sorry for the kid, though granted a small smile at the attempt at conversation. "How about this one?" she spoke, in a more civil voice. She ignored the asshole elf who'd just blown the barkeeper off - such people were the bane of her soul - and then recalled how much time she had spent amongst humans. It must have been eighty years at the very least. She was more used to their manners than this young one was. Anyway, back to her little plan. The girl... well, she had something about her. What it was, she wasn't sure, but there was something - dreams, maybe. And when she was a kid, she'd dreamed at least as much. "An elf, a human and a dwarf went into a pub for a pint of ale one day. After being served, a fly landed in each of their pints and stuck in the creamy heads. The elf pushed his pint away from him in disgust and proceeded to order another pint. The human simply fished the offending fly out with his finger and proceeded to drink his pint as if nothing had happened. The dwarf, eyes wide with anger, grabbed the fly and held it over his pint, shouting 'SPIT IT OUT! SPIT IT OUT YOU -'" Kazuko recollected at this point that she was talking to a kid. Perhaps that terminology was not the best to use in front of the girl, despite the current setting. She gave a sweet smile. "I'm sure you can think of something to go into that slot." Raising the frothy beer to her lips, she took a sip and noted the hooded creature not far from them. The elf who had just sat down, the youngling, was beginning to annoy her, but she returned her gaze to the girl, and placed her drink down. If anything, she would be friendlier to this girl than she was going to get with that elf should he come over. |
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| Jester | October 3, 2010, 5:56 pm Post #12 |
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[E.N: You're an elf, not a blood hound. if you stuck your nose up to them you might be able to tell the difference in smell maybe, but no way from that distance, and especially when there is an entire room full of sweaty dirt covered farmers.] Marigold crossed her arms across her chest. Her look darkened. "I don't know here the nine hells you think you are, but round here, you don't use the door, you don't get served, and try it again and you'll find yourself on the end of the watch." She said flatly at the man."And we got beer here, if'n yeh don't want that, you can have water." She redirected her attention a moment's later to the newcomer who came in...she blinked at seeing the scythe. It wasn't uncommon, it being a farming village, but they brought it passed the door. When she approached the bar the woman cleared her throat. "Excuse me dear, but you'll have to leave the scythe at the door." she said. her mood seeming quite opposite form the way she had behaved towards the elf that showed up from upstairs. It would seem she's used to dealing with more than one situation at once and didn't seem nearly done with the elf's ear but something else called. |
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| That Butler | October 3, 2010, 9:51 pm Post #13 |
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Naivara hesitated at the bartender's request for her to leave her scythe at the door, but considering that it wasn't her intention to make trouble, she went ahead and did as the woman asked before taking her seat at the bar. It seemed like someone had gotten on the owner's bad side, and she raised a thin eyebrow at the little exchange the two were having. At a break in it, Naivara softly asked the woman, "May I have a beer when you have the chance, please? Whatever is cheap will do fine." She was very soft-spoken and polite, thinking that this was most likely to get a favorable reaction out of the woman. As for getting something cheap, she was running low on coin and needed to save up until she could get more. As entertaining as it was to travel all over the place in search of knowledge, it did put quite a strain on one's wallet. |
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| Jester | October 3, 2010, 11:50 pm Post #14 |
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Marigold smiled warming and nodded. "of course deary. I'll get you a mug right now." She said with a smile and a nod. she really was a motherly like figure. Kind and caring, yet harsh and tyrannical when crossed. She walked over to the barrel and stuck a wooden tankard under it and opened up the tap. After it was filled with a bit of frothy head she walked back over to the bar and set it down for her patron. "There you are deary, that'll be two Copper pents if you please." She said with a smile. Most of the inn's patrons had there attention up at the bar were the elf was having a thrashing from the owner. It would seem that it was a bit of spectacle that one dared not interrupt with word, like those of the sympathetic souls that too might have once befallen the wrath of the full chested matriarch of the lusty shrub. But nearly non of them were really paying attention beyond the male elf who was now in the owners sights. (sorry, shit post. I'm rather sick, and it's an NPC.) |
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| Matadamia | October 6, 2010, 11:38 pm Post #15 |
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Malark stood in the front of the tavern's entrance, unsure of what to do. He had never been to this part of the town before...let alone a tavern. The only times he had ever left the country-side were to go to the local market...and, even then, he had 'Oinkers' with him. (Unfortunately for him, he and his beloved "Oinkers" had their tearful goodbye earlier that morning, back on the farm. He couldn't very well take the family pig with him on his journey!) Now, Malark isn't typically one for hesitance. Some might even say that he can be a bit too...impulsive, at times. However, at this moment, as he stands in front of the door...(or, as a retrospective Malark might call it, "the portal to a new destiny",) the young man couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about what may await him on the other side. (Regardless of how he may seem, Malark really can think about these things on occasion.) (Malark's body begins to shake vehemently.) "All right!" He screams passionately to himself, "Let's do this!!" With that, Malark forgets his past anxiety, and rushes in through the door and into the Lusty Shrub, without for a second, rethinking, or regreting his decision. ------------- ((Sorry for terribleness...[excuses, excuses, I'm tired, excuses..])) |
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| Jester | October 11, 2010, 3:00 am Post #16 |
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After the lashing she had given the elf that had come from upstairs she walked walked back to the back of to what seemed to be a section leading down into the cellar after a patron called out for something specific from the bar. She had given the group a rather blatant looking over before leaving giving a few patrons looks as well, but different from what she gave them. She was not nearly so used to so many new patrons in the inn at once and it put the shrewd woman on guard. So bustled with the activity and newcomers that the patrons of the inn didn't even really seem so surprised when Malark entered the building. Some of them cocked eyebrows but in the company of elves and strangers far stranger than Malark how could one dwell on the presence of one such as the strange country boy. One man even jested with the boy as he made his way in. "What? Ain't got yer pig taday?" He asked in a jovial manor. ((alright guys, next few posts are free for you all to interact with one another while the innkeeper's down in the cellar, don't just make me force feed interaction to you. >P)) |
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| Matadamia | October 13, 2010, 3:51 am Post #17 |
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Malark's powdery blue eyes sparkled with childish glee as he slowly walked over to the bar. With a huge smile on his face, he looked over every inch of the esablishment with, what appeared to be, unadultarated fasination and innocent curiosity. (Needless to say, no face was overturned.) Still, when the boy heard someone speak to him, he couldn't help but jump a little (mainly because his heart had already been beating at an alarmingly fast pace, and Malark was feeling a little self-consious that other people could hear it. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.) He looked brightly onto the man who had called his attention, and even felt an undignified blush rush to his pretty face (not that he even cared; the dolt.) "What? Ain't got yer pig today?" Malark falls dramatically to the floor, and covers his tearing eyes with one arm (while he supports himself with the other.) (He sobs tragically.) "No..." he says, voice cracking, "I don't have my pig today." Shakily, the melodramatic young man unceremoniously sucks up his snot and shoots up from his position on the ground. "I-I mean," he clears his throat nervously, "Yes. Oinkers and I have parted ways." Malark coolly walks over to the bar, and takes a seat, smirking. "In case you haven't noticed," he continues, in a vain attempt at a nonchalant disposition, "I'm a man now, and men don't take their piggies on their manly journeys." Despite his newfound manly ego, Malark has to force himself to look away from the man, and onto the floor, as florid memories of he and Oinkers play through his mind (like the day Oinkers was born...D'awww! He was the cutest little piggy Malark ever did saw! Oh! And the day Ma taught them how to make daisy chains...They spent that whole day just lounging around in the shade...) Malark tries his hardest to suppress rosey images of he and Oinkers running carelessly through a vast field of flowers, with a romanticly blue sky in the background..... ♥~Malark's daydream~♥ 'Ha ha! Catch me if you can!' 'oink.' 'Ha ha ha~!' 'Hey! I know: Let's spin, Oinkies~!' 'oink.oink.' 'Weeee....~' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ "Sigh...," he sighs, "How nostalgic..." ('Malark, aren't you a little too young to be reminiscing?') |
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| Jester | October 22, 2010, 6:07 am Post #18 |
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The man whom had posed the question in jest raised an eyebrow and looked back and forth amongst those whom shared his table at the young mans response and couldn't help but laugh light heartedly at it all as the ordeal was just madness in their eyes. The boy seemed to be slightly mad by their reckonings, but at least he was still human, and didn't seem as out of place as some of the outsiders in there today. (that being something considering that he was quite out of place with the normal folk of the town.) However over from the area behind the bar, from what seemed to be down in the cellar there came a womans scream. Marigold had gone back to get something for one of the patrons a little while past and had not returned, but it seemed by the sounds of it that she was now the one whom was letting out the hysterical scream. [for the purpose of not having a mess of folks going down to look, I'm'a post what is found down below for those whom go to investigate.] Passed the bar back into the entrance of the cellar lead down a set of worn stairs. Their aged wood creaking to the weight of any whom stepped upon it, but seemed to hold firm. There below in the dark and gloom where several boxes and barrels and a dim light of a lantern that had been dropped when it's holder, Marigold had sprung up onto one of the boxes in the corner where she not stood, screaming as a host of what seemed to be several massive rat like creatures standing at the size of large dogs snapped up at her as she sobbed and tried to keep out of their reach. The creatures were covered in matted fur and malicious yellow eyes born out from their skulls and gnarled jagged teeth jutted from their jaws as the hissed and snapped up at the owner of the tavern. Edited by Jester, October 22, 2010, 6:08 am.
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| Matadamia | November 6, 2010, 10:43 pm Post #19 |
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Malark was snapped out of his oinky memories by a womanly screech being emitted from the celler. Instinctively, he jumped up from his seat and over the bar toward the source of the noise. Paying no attention to the sketchy state of the stairs, he carelessly runs down them and rushes into the problem. As his eyes ajust to the lack of light, Malark is taken aback at what he sees. Large, filthy, black creatures with beady yellow eyes have aggressively surrounded a poor woman, and forced her onto a box. Without hesitation, Malark valiently -if not, "boldly"- takes a brave step torward the lady with little regard for the animals surrounding her. |
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| Jester | November 21, 2010, 2:40 pm Post #20 |
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As the creatures snarled and hissed snapping up at the box, one of them turned at the sound of steady firm footsteps behind them. It hissed and ran towards the 'man', the two beside them turned to see what happened and noted Malark as well and in turn also charged at the would be savior. The dim light making it hard to see somewhat as these rodents charged in. The first most rat came snapping at Malark's leg around just above the knee section, it's sharp teeth a sicking yellow stain. |
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| Matadamia | November 21, 2010, 6:47 pm Post #21 |
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As a few of the rats ran up to attack him, Malark instinctively moved his body backwards. Unfortunately, in the process, he had left his right leg unprotected and one of the creatures bit him. He winced slightly at the pain, but still immediately proceeded to kick some of the offending rats, and slam the one on his leg hard against the wall. |
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| Jester | November 26, 2010, 6:54 am Post #22 |
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The rat latched onto his leg was nearly the size of a medium sized dog. These where no common rats, and things persisted Malark very well might loose his leg, or worse, his life. But things did not carry on the course they were taking, because the sounds of heavy footsteps came from behind and they became hurried as they neared the scuffle. A moment latter a man whom had been upstairs in the tavern came barreling down into the cellar and slammed what seemed to be a knife from upstairs into the matted furry body of the rat on Malark's leg. The thing hissed and let go in an almost tearing fashion and the man smashed the knife down into it again, but howled, letting go of the knife as he began to beat at a rat that had leaped on him, biting at him. The rat he had stabbed was now desperately thrashing the knife still buried in it's body, and there was yet two others there, not counting the one attacking the man, whom was the farmer who had inquired about Oinker's absence not a few minutes past. |
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| Matadamia | December 18, 2010, 12:36 am Post #23 |
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Malark looked at the man, suprised at his bravery. The young farmboy may have seemed as a completely different person from the dewy-eyed crybaby that he had been, only minutes ago upstairs, as his faced conformed to a mesh of anger and rage at the beasts attack. Fiercely, he drew back his muscular arm to throw a forceful punch in the jaw of the rat attacking his new friend. (I'm so sorry that this post isn't very good. I have absolutely no experience with fight scenes. I just got off for winter break too, so I can post weekly now. Sorry for the wait!) Edited by Matadamia, December 18, 2010, 7:40 pm.
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| Jester | December 18, 2010, 8:53 am Post #24 |
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The fist connected with the rat's maw, unfortunately for Malark the mouth was open and though several of the things teeth were broken free of their housing, many of them gouged into the boys hand as he struck the rat. The rat none the was was sent dazed to the ground, but the teeth had carved up his first rather painfully. (s'alright. You'll get the hang of it I'm sure by the time the RP finishes. And no worries, as long as you don't forget about me I'll be alright. Though I kind of need to know about which rat you're attacking before the fight scene continues. >> )
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| Matadamia | December 20, 2010, 6:20 am Post #25 |
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Malark cried as the rat's razor-sharp teeth sliced his fist. In the heat of the moment, he hadn't really had time to consider the physical impact of taking these things on directly. As he momentarally held his wounded fist, he took a quick glance at his surroundings to check on the state of things, and to find a more appropriate weapon. Out of the corner of his eye, Malark notices a glint of light reflecting off of the blade plunging into one of the rats. In one swift motion, he reaches his arm out to grasp the handle of the blade, and places his foot on the rat to try and yank it out. Edited by Matadamia, December 22, 2010, 10:03 pm.
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Here is my handle and here is my....other....handle...?







Though I kind of need to know about which rat you're attacking before the fight scene continues. >> )

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