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| Achilles | December 4, 2012, 7:02 pm Post #1 |
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OCC Thread: http://ethereallights.us/topic/4975026/1/#new Apologies Arik-tur sat on the cold stone floor of his prison. It wouldn't be proper to call it cell cause it wasn't a real jail. It was the back of a cave, where he was tied up and his beak shut by a muzzle that wasn't made for Oser, more like a Hell-hound or a gargoyle. The men who had tied him up surround him their gear and made a primitive wall of sticks. It could be easily knocked down but doing so would alert the humans, who kept their weapons on them at all times. Arik'tur's feet had been clamped together like a lobsters claws because the men could figure out how to take off his battle claws, so given the number of limbs tied up, and the weird positions they were done so in, he had no choice but to sit and think of how he would escape. (From a neutral point of view, things really weren't that bad, he wasn't been beaten, abused, shot or stabbed and he was being fed a given water in small amounts.) The 8 men had been discussing what they would do with him. As far as Arik'tur had gathered they had attacked the High Priest with the intention to kill him and his guard, not take prisoners, so now that they had one they were at a relative loss with what to do. 'We could just kill him?' 'No, not public enough, we attacked them to send a message' 'I thought we attacked to avenge the guys who lost their ranks and were killed by the Oser patrol' 'It was a goddamn bird!' At this point Arik'tur's beak clicked in anger and he stopped listening. They'd been discussing it for hours and the conversation had been going in circles. He had heard two new things though. As far as he could tell these men weren't military, but they knew more than an average civilian would. They're probably related to the Wyvren-riders who lost their jobs. He thought to himself, Well it doesn't matter actually, what does is me getting out of here, if I can only get my hands unbound, then I can fly, and the rest will work itself out later, but how? |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Wackman | December 5, 2012, 2:21 am Post #2 |
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Kyliden was tired… They’ve been traveling for days now, and they seem to be no closer to their destination. His feet were aching, his body was sore… He just wanted to lie down and sleep. He probably wouldn’t feel so bad if he wasn’t trying to impress his companion by carrying the entire load by himself. They’ve met not long ago. She was smart, and he was deadly. It felt as though it was the right fit, and in these few days they got to know each other a bit. She was into learning stuff and reading books. Kyliden was into making a quick buck and since he couldn’t read a map to save his life, and she was heading for the next nearest town; their little team up felt particularly sound. « Oy. Tia… How long `till we arrive? » He asked trying to hide his exhaustion. He wasn`t doing a good job. His cheeks were red, he was sweating, and was practically crawling at that point, but whenever she offered to take some of the load, he refused… Because he was a man, and men carry the things…. And break their backs. Kyliden then tripped and landed face first on the ground. “hey, how `bout we set up camp here? This ground is perfect to sleep on!” He said raising his arm upward…. Smooth. |
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| Comix | December 5, 2012, 6:10 am Post #3 |
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Eight men guarded her goal. There were many ways to go about in obtaining her goal, but not all of them ended in success. She bent more around the the outside wall of the cave to peer inside. The jail itself was simple. So long as she took out the guards, getting her mark out would be an easy task. Sephora leaned back out of the cave, running her fingers through her hair, obscuring her part. She twisted her mace in her hand for a better grip. She took a deep breath and broke the threshold of the cave. The skirt of her gladiator-like armor danced on her thighs as she ran forward. Her wings were gone, and thus did not hinder her running. She approached one of the guards and swung her mace around, striking him square in the back. He flew forward, knocking over another man. Two down, six to go. She pulled back her mace and swung again. Another man was taken down. Three down, three to go. Another swing and two more went down. At last, there was only one. He advanced toward her, but she swung around Kindness and took him out with a blow to the chest. Swinging her blood-stained mace over her shoulder with one hand and running her fingers through her hair with the other, she advanced toward the jail. She knocked it down with ease and knelt beside the Oser inside. "I'm called Seph. You're Arik-tur. I'm to escort you to safety. You're to not fight me because I'm not supposed to kill you," Sephora said as she undid the muzzle and began on the ropes binding the bird-man. She kept her head down so he could not see her face properly. Why did her mark have to be a stupid Oser? And why wasn't she notified earlier? She wouldn't have taken the job. "Do you understand?" She asked, glancing up at him quickly, running her fingers through her hair as was her habit. |
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| Drakedragon | December 5, 2012, 11:08 pm Post #4 |
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There were only a few places within the countries of the other races that Marcus could tolerate entering without immediately hating every moment of it. He fervently avoided the Oser territories, as much out of his hatred for them and their hand in his current predicament, as a cognizant recognition of their fierce strength. He didn't doubt that they would jump him the second he entered their borders and recognized him. The incident with the Oser hunting band was too big an event in the Humano-Oser relations, and if they saw a lone human wyvern rider that even somewhat resembled the description that was likely given out, they would try to get their revenge on him. That's what he told himself every time he saw or even thought of an Oser, that he was just a few short seconds from getting into a fight. Sometimes he was even right. It wouldn't be the first time if he encountered an Oser from the territories proper that realized who he must have been, walked up to him and declared that he would avenge his kinsmen by bringing him to heel. Of course, those particular Oser often made the critical mistake of engaging him in enclosed spaces where he was at the advantage. If they encountered him in the air while en route to another city or town, however, they tended to give him a wide berth unless there were many of them. The Incident gave the Oser a new, healthy fear of the ferocity that wyverns were capable of, as well as the warriors that managed to tame them. Oser weren't his only concern either. During his travels, Marcus had to keep a close eye on any Lycans he encountered. The last thing he wanted was to turn around and have his throat ripped out by those... animals. That they walked on two legs, as if to pretend they were something intelligent, only made it all the more insulting. He knew about their ways from first-hand experience traveling their city-states. He saw their never-ending squabbling for what it was: clear proof that Lycans were beasts incapable of real unity unless they faced a stronger outside threat. As far as he was concerned, they were irredeemable and might as well be wiped off the face of Appenmahk. Oh and don't get him started on Tieflings; those devil-mongers. They were so prone to deception, he doubted they could be honest with their own families. Every Tiefling he ran into was a silver-tongued conman just waiting for the opportunity to relieve him of his purse or a soulless killer that would slit his throat without a moment's hesitation if given a chance. They tried, and Marcus dealt with them. The thieves lost their fingers, the killers lost their heads. They were as devilish as their cursed sires, and deserved the same kind of treatment as any true devil that dared rear its ugly head on the mortal plane. The "nice" ones were just putting on an act, and he wasn't going to fall for it. He'd give up all hope for this world if it weren't for the Dwarves and the Elves. For all their flaws, he saw them as the most tolerable, the most sane, of the races. He might deign to give the same credit to the Gnomes and Halflings if they weren't so dependent on the bigger races. It was for that reason alone that he walked the streets of the Elven capital city Hereunder without immediately suspecting each and every person that so much as looked at him as someone sizing him up for a con or a heist. Marcus liked Hereunder, for what it was worth. It wasn't like other cities, despite its massive size. There were a lot of people in it, but it was quieter all around, save for the minority races that shared the city with them. He could walk down a city street without catching sight of those revolting Tieflings most of the time, and there was nary a Lycan to be found, except in certain districts that he deliberately avoided if at all possible. He usually had an easy time finding work in this city, as there were always elven scholars and mages that wanted to go somewhere to study some ruins, or to gather rare ingredients for their concoctions, but were afraid of getting attacked along the way. He had no doubt that news of the Incident had reached here by now, but whether they recognized him or not, the Elves treated him with surprising respect. He didn't cause trouble unless he was doing his job, and he kept Aszrith under control, so they let him roam freely. Marcus managed to reach the inn he was staying at, a quaint place located farther down the main road from the Council's meeting place, before it got dark. He just finished escorting his latest charge back to their home and had received a pretty penny for his efforts. However, as soon as he finished dropping some of his belongings off in his room and settled down at the bar for a drink to relax, he felt someone staring at him from further back in the medium-sized room. He pretended to ignore it for the time being, enjoying the elven brew that he had acquired a taste for lately, until he heard someone approaching him. Reflex set in and he whirled around, mug poised to be used as an improvised bludgeoning weapon until he saw the tall, but skinny, elf shrink away from him with a yelp. Marcus looked him up and down, noticing the nice materials of his clothing and the pouch at his side that had the lingering scent of various spell components and exotic ingredients he came to recognize as the signs of a spellcaster of some sort. He sighed and lowered his mug with a sigh, "Pardon me. I'm a little too used to having thugs try to sneak up behind me." The politeness was not entirely feigned, though he immediately had little respect for the apparent cowardice of this elf. He truly had become something of a paranoid wreck after becoming a mercenary. His job required him to size up anyone and everyone he encountered when on the job, and his interference in several feuds led him to gaining quite a few enemies in a very short amount of time, and some of them weren't afraid to come after him while he slept, so he learned to sleep light, and with a weapon close at hand. ((pausing here, before this post rambles on any longer >< )) |
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| Deleted User | December 6, 2012, 5:48 am Post #5 |
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Thud, slosh, thud, slosh, thud, slosh... The slow rhythmic repetition of cloven hooves meeting mud, was the only sound other than the pouring rain. This near static monotony was only disturbed by the shifting armor of the rider atop the large, rain-soaked Dire Ram. It'd been weeks since Yurdhof's last opportunity to have his mount bathed, so, in that sense the rain was welcome. The frigid temperatures carried down from the mountains by the unseasonable winds, was not. "Never seen such weather, not fit for a Dwarf," he sniffled, "not one bit." With the dense clouds above blocking out what little light the Sun had left to offer and with the weather bearing down on them, camp would soon need be made. Gently pulling on the ram's reins, he guided it off the muddy road and towards the treeline running alongside. With aching bones, the rider dismounted and tied off the reins to a nearby tree. The large tree's canopy did its part to shield the beast from becoming further drenched, but at this point, it was unlikely that was a possibility. The hearty creature took it well, undaunted by the less-than-kind weather, it had seen far worst in the mountains during wintertime. With a snort, it stamped its hoof and idly scrapped its large curled horns against the bark of the tree. With little effort the bark began to shred and soon it hung from the tree in large strips, which were quickly consumed. "Not a bad idea. Some grub would be good." The Dwarf agreed, patting the ram's muscular shoulder. "First, we need a fire." * With much frustration, at last a fire was crackling under the large tree. With Yurdhof sitting on a large rock, he began to wring out his beard. With warmth attained, it was time for something to eat. Rummaging around inside his pack, Yurdhof withdrew a small piece of dried boar meat. Before popping the last bit of jerky into his mouth, using his thumbnail he scraped off a small bit of mold that had accumulated. With rock-hard meat being gnawed upon, war pick resting beside him, he waited for tiredness to overtake him. |
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| Dream | December 7, 2012, 4:29 am Post #6 |
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Life is rough. That was one thing that became glaringly obvious for any traveler. Such traveling was only made easier through possessing the proper knowledge and skills necessary for survival. It was through this necessity for skills that the two halflings found themselves in each others' company. If there was one thing Dantia knew more than anything, it was, well, okay, picking one thing she knew would be near impossible. And that was her strength. She knew a lot. Which made her and Ky's team work so well. She was smart, and he was deadly. Together, they made a nearly unbeatable combination. If they were just a little bit taller, maybe they'd be truly unbeatable. Tia folded the map up for the third time the last hour. "Well. If we keep going this direction, we should reach the next town shortly." She then bit back a laugh at his antics. "We can take a rest first, if you'd like." she amended. Losing control of her laughing, she added, "It seems you've become comfy enough already." She then rolled her eyes. "Y'know. If you didn't insist on carrying everything yourself, it'd be a lot easier to travel." --- If there was one thing Arik hated more than anything, it was going back home. Hereunder was all well and good, but it was just too large of a town. Not only that, but he was rarely welcome among his family. He only returned because, well, he had to. It was one of those things, he always said. He didn't like to talk about it. In any case, there were far too many people around for his comfort. Granted, it wasn't that he didn't like people. It was just always a dangerous thing to be around so many people with such precious items such as his mask. If he were to lose that...well it'd be the end for him, basically. That thing was important to him. In any case, he kept the mask securely attached to his person as he wandered the streets. It had been years since he was last there, and he was unsurprised to find that nothing had changed. Not much for drinking, or really any other social events, Arik spent his time wandering the streets in silence, observing the ever moving crowd. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Achilles | December 8, 2012, 12:37 am Post #7 |
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"I'm called Seph. You're Arik-tur. I'm to escort you to safety. You're to not fight me because I'm not supposed to kill you, Do you understand?" Arik'tur heard as she unclasped his muzzle and she started to untie his hands. He nodded, determined to stay silent for now. This girl was strange, she flew in with total disregard for her own safety and lack of tactic, killed the men (though he was grateful for it), and then started handing him the information he was about to ask for before he even vocalized his ideas. One his hands were free he went to untying his legs. He'd be able to do it faster with his talon-like claws. He stood up and looked at her. HE had to ask it, and saw no way around it. "Do I pay you, or do they? Cause I have no money on me...obviously. Where are you to take me?" He looked around at the gear the men had. The one thing that sucks about being Oser, is that no other species carries gear that will work for you. he thought to himself. It was a true enough statement, the Oser used their arms to fly, so swords were useless in the air. It was odd bows and strange spears. He picked up the few bows inside the cave and decided on one. and picked up 5 arrows, he could only use the arrows he held in his talons, so carrying more would be useless. He turned to this ''Sephora" So how are you, do you have a horse, or do you want me to walk along side you? he asked, in a genuine curiosity. |
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| Comix | December 9, 2012, 9:50 pm Post #8 |
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(Ignore this. Computer spazzed.)
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| Comix | December 9, 2012, 10:01 pm Post #9 |
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"I have already received my payment. One should always be wary of jobs that promise pay after the task is done. You often get cheated that way," Sephora answered with a nod. She watched Arik-tur as he collected the bow and arrows. Five arrows. That should be easy enough to avoid if needed. "Where would you like to go? Where would you find safety? I am supposed to escort you wherever you wish to go and keep you safe on the way," Sephora asked, ruffling her hair absently. "I do not enjoy horses. So I have none. We can walk or we can fly. That is up to you. I am merely your guard," The half-Oser replied with a shrug. She glanced around before she decided the rifle through her victim's belongings. She emptied a bag and put supplies inside of it. She slung it over her shoulder and turned back to Arik-tur. "I suggest we depart now before others show up." |
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| Achilles | December 10, 2012, 3:32 pm Post #10 |
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This was a big decision. Wherever I want. "Was that the exact wording they used?" he asked in a frantic manner. Because if it was, that meant they didn't want him back. It was in the wording. "We're leaving. Now. Going North, Hereunder" He hadn't listened to her answer and it was a final statement. I'll have to visit mom and dad sometime. He walked outside and was about to take off when he realized something. "Wait...you said you fly. Do you have a spell...or something?" He said as he unfolded his wings |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Wackman | December 10, 2012, 6:36 pm Post #11 |
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Kyliden pushed himself against the ground, and forced himself in a sitting position. His face was red as he panted. This had to be irony. He ran away to become a trained assassin in order to avoid being a servant to a spoiled brat; and here he was, a trained assassin throwing himself into servitude because his travel companion was beautiful. If they were so close to the town as she described, then it would be silly to just set up camp, they should just keep walking… after they rest. “Alright, a quick rest, then we continue onward!” Kyliden said happily as he lied down on the ground, free of the shaggle of their belongings. He didn`t mind her laughter. He was kind of enjoying it. Much better to be laughed at, then be ordered at. He shook his head. “Oy! Don`t worry Tia!” He said as he got to his feet, and stretched his torso by shifting to the left and to the right. He stretched his arms, and ten stretched his legs. “This is just training In order to become a stronger warrior! The strong I get, the safer we`ll be! Yush!” He said as he gave her a wide grin and thumbs up. “So what`s this town we`re going to?” |
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| Comix | December 19, 2012, 9:02 pm Post #12 |
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"The exact wording? I was given a name, your name, and told to track you down and free you. I was then told to escort you to safety. No one elaborated on the where. So, we go where you wish," Sephora replied, shifting her mace to her other hand and sliding it into its place at her waist. "Hereunder it is, then," She said, glancing around the cave one last time before stepping out into the sunlight. Sephora blinked up at the light, running her fingers through her hair, causing a few russet feathers to fall to the ground. She didn't care. If a person was to see the feater, they would simply assume they came from a bird, not a person. "A spell?" Sephora repeated distractedly, turning back to look at te Oser. Her eyes moved to his wings and narrowed with envy. "No, not a spell." The sound of something being sliced open filled the air and her wings grew from her back. Blood ran down her backfrom where they emerged, but if it hurt, she did not let it show. "My camp is a couple miles away from here. We shall stop there first so I can look you over, tend to injuries, and so on. We shall then take leave and go to Hereunder," Sephora said, her wings giving a couple of half-hearted flutters to stretch out. |
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| Achilles | December 20, 2012, 10:15 pm Post #13 |
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If you don't have a spell then how will you..... Arik'tur's beak dropped and he cringed a bit as he hear flesh rip and saw full wings sprout from this girls back. She didn't even flinch... How...did you... He look in shock when she took off and it took him a few second to gather himself and take flight himself. Since they were going to her camp, and he had no idea which direction it was in, he let her lead. Also He felt that since she had just rescued him, it would be respectful even if they weren't going to her camp. He followed about a foot behind her as they flew. He couldn't help but stare at her wings, it captured his attention so much that he even lost track of where he was and flew into her wind stream a few time, which as a result made him fumble in the air and loose a few feet altitude wise. He wanted so bad to ask what how and why she had wings, but he couldn't for 2 reason. 1 it seemed rude to him to just pop that sorta question. 'Hey, so why are you weird and have wings?' 2 He couldn't think of how to word it. In a way that wasn't totally belligerent. When they landed, he let her look him over with no fuss, there was really nothing to treat except a few bruises, but you couldn't heal that unless you had magic, and as far as Arik'tur knew, there was no housekeeping spell to cure bruises. (And on the matter as far as he was concerned there shouldn't be magic to heal it, quite being a bitch and grow a pair, it's a bruise.) Once she was done tending to him, he waited for her "ok" to leave, but in the meantime, he was contemplating how to ask about her wings until he finally Arik'tur just kinda said So the wings....? It wasn't tactful, or discreet. He hadn't meant to say it, and he hoped she wasn't offended, but he was kind of glad it did just come out, now he didn't have it on his chest any more. He stood kind of awkwardly, embarrassed it had just came out, but eager for an answer. |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Enja | December 20, 2012, 11:08 pm Post #14 |
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Kirin and Solar “Come one come all to a show that is sure to put a smile on your face” Kirin and Chunga were dancing around, putting on a show for the people of Hereunder. Both of them were making more than enough noise for the city and Solar wasn’t a big fan of the attention that they were getting. She was trying to hide with the best of her abilities since she didn’t like people starring or gathering around them, but she could tell Kirin didn’t care. Pulling her black leather coat up trying to cover her face, Solar spoke “Kirin… do you think that you could stop that?” her voice sounding a little irritated but little did she know that reminding Kirin that she was there was a very bad idea. Chunga jumped down off of Kirin’s shoulder and walked his way over to the children while on his hands. At that moment the group of kids started laughing and playing around with Chunga. “Solar!” Kirin screamed her name and startled her, grabbing her hand he pulled her out into the crowed and began to dance with her. Solar’s face turned bright red “Kirin…” of course throughout his little hyper fit Kirin just smiled “enjoy yourself Solar! No reason to hide in the shadows”. None of that helped Solar one bit as her anger grew. Kirin then spun her around and once the spin was done Kirin’s groin was met with a fast kick and instantly he fell to the ground. Everyone around was in awe of what happened and began to laugh, thinking that it was all a part of the show. Kirin could only lift his head up a little bit as his face was drenched in sweat “thank you…th...ank... you…” he was having a hard time breathing and even lifting his head up. Once the crowed left Solar sat there with her arms crossed “I hate you Kirin” Chunga quickly jumped up on her shoulder as she started walking away. Kirin Trying his hardest to stand up was very weak at the knees “Solar wait!” Kirin chased after her with the best of his abilities Kirin almost lost her as he noticed her long black hair go into a bar “god she’s fast…” he spoke as he walked up to the door and fell through it. Kirin lifted his right arm up and gave thumbs up “I’m ok!” he said before he jumped up dusting himself off. Picking his blade up off the floor he walked over to the table where Solar sat “sorry about that… I keep forgetting how much you hate attention” for once he was trying to be a little sincere but she was not going for it. Solar turned her head away from him and talked to Chunga “thank you for not being an idiot lie him Chunga” Kirin’s could only frown “well then… the monkey does everything right” that’s when Kirin’s head was met with a single peanut thrown by Chunga “I hate you…” he spoke under his breath. Kirin sat down at the table and set his blade against the wall “what can I do to make it up to you? We made a nice amount of gold, you can have anything” Kirin said, but still Solar said nothing. Signaling someone over Kirin placed an order, but he didn’t bother to ask Solar what she wanted “fine if you won’t talk then you can starve” he said smiling. Just then his groin was met with another sharp pain as Solar’s foot kicked him under the table “jerk…” Kirin fell off his chair “I think I’ll just stay here for now…” he didn’t even bother to get back up as his hands held onto himself. Edited by Enja, December 20, 2012, 11:19 pm.
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| Comix | December 21, 2012, 12:37 am Post #15 |
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Sephora sat on the ground, tying up her tent into a napsack. She double knotted it, perhaps pulling the strings a little too tight. She cleared her throat and glanced back at Arik-tur with a coy half-smile. "Huh. You know, most people notice the hair first," She said lightly, ruffling her hair and again losing a few feathers to the wind. She stood, sliding the bag that held all of her essentials up onto her shoulder. She piveted to face the Oser, a fake smile playing on her lips. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, her fingers curled around the hem of her leather skirt. "My mother was an Oser. My father was human. This is what happens when those two species mate," Sephora replied, stepping forward to stand in front of him. "I bet my children will be even uglier," She added with that same, fake, twisted smile. "Do you have a place to stay in Hereunder? Do you have anyone to give you money for board or food?" She asked, studying him as if he were the odd hybrid, not her. "If not, I will give you some money. I myself am staying a couple nights there. Perhaps in a tavern," She said with an absent nod. "It had been a while since Ive slept in a bed." She spread her wings again and rose a few feet off the ground. "Ready? Let's go." She waited for him to join her in the air before she took off again. |
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| Achilles | December 21, 2012, 9:31 pm Post #16 |
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"I bet my children will be even uglier" she said smiling. Yeah I shouldn't have asked...dammit He looked at her and took off and after a few awkward minutes he spoke again "I'm sorry for asking. I shouldn't have pryed. It was none of my business" Silence again. ... ... ... "Oh, and no I don't have money, but the Oser and Elves are on fairly good terms, I can probably sell this bow and these arrows. It should give me enough. I mean a really nice tavern is only one or two silver pieces a night, this should fetch at least 5 gold pieces," he said rattling the bow and arrows that were in his talons. and that's only if the shop I go to is really stingy. He was talking just to keep talking, to prevent that awkward silence from returning, hell maybe he'd even spark a real conversation Come to think of it, he started speaking again it looks like it was Dwarven made, though obviously not Mithril. he said slightly disappointed Those cost about 10 gold, so even if I only get half of that, I should be good for a week or two. He tried doing the mathematical conversions in his head but he had never been good at math and had to start talking it out to himself. So that's uh.... well 100 copper pieces is 25 silver pieces, which is in turn 1 gold piece, Ill get worst case, so 5 gold, equals... shit...uh it's...I got this....125 silver, or 500 copper. Truth be told he was fairly sure that was totally wrong. He had never done well in school, he was just a weapons tester, you didn't need math for that, so once he left school, his little mathematical school, got very little practice indeed. I really hope she corrects me if that's wrong He thought, listening, giving her a chance to speak and responding if and when appropriate. They had been flying for a while, it was well past noon when Arik'tur caught sight of a people up ahead. Sephora would see them eventually to but because he was all Oser his eyes were a tad sharper. It was only 2 people as far as he could tell, so he waited till she was done speaking. There's two people up ahead, I only saw two, at least. They look Human, or at least human like. He looked at herI make a habit of stopping to at least see who it is, that way I know who I'm turning my back to and could be followed by. It is, well was regular practice for me when I was in the high guard. Will you come with me, or prefer to stay back a bit? He asked as he rolled his neck, cracking his joint. Regardless of her answer he would still be decreasing in altitude very soon, pulling forward to the lead on this one. It was instinct for him to take lead at this point. He looked over his shoulder to see where she was and told her And by the way, any woman as pretty as you couldn't possibly create anything any less beautiful. With a click of his beak he turned around and landed, his wings becoming more flexible now that they weren't being used. Halflings, how quaint he thought. He put on a smile and said Hello friends. Edited by Achilles, December 21, 2012, 9:34 pm.
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Comix | December 30, 2012, 7:31 am Post #17 |
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A genuine smile twitched at her lips as she listened to his ramblings. She could tell he felt awkward and was merely talking to fill the silence. She felt sorry for the guy and decided to throw him a bone. "You are a warrior, not a scholar. Am I correct to assume such?" She asked, her dark eyes sliding to look at him. "You are correct. 125 silver pieces. That should get you a week's stay plus food. And, my offer still stands, I will give you money. Your safety includes your well being, does it not? I can't have you starve a few days after I drop you off, can I?" She laughed lightly, again running her fingers through her hair. She paused and looked up to the sky. It seemed to be around noon. She opened her mouth to ask if he would like to stop for a moment and eat when he told her about the people ahead. She considered the area for a moment. As they moved closer in, she realized he was correct, there were only two. But that did not mean she should lower her guard. She slipped Kindness from the loop at her waist, but kept it in a non-offensive position. "I will come with you. If these two are a danger, I can take them out," She said in a low, almost cruel voice. He spoke again and his words caused her to hesitate in the air and for her breath to catch. 'Any woman as pretty as you couldn't possibly produce anything less beautiful.' Sephora blinked, hanging frozen in the air for a moment. Could he have possibly meant what he said? Or was he merely joking? Or worse, luring her in with false words? It was not every day any one dared call her pretty. A blush appeared across her cheeks as she tucked her russet hair behind her ear, something she rarely did. She shook her head and landed gracefully on the ground, keeping her wings out in case of necessary retreat. |
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| Dream | January 9, 2013, 9:25 pm Post #18 |
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Tia smirked at his action before sitting beside him. She pulled out the map, reading it over as though it was only a force of habit. She already knew where they were, it was more for appearances then anything that she even took out the map. "It looks as though we're but an hour's walk from Hereunder." she commented before folding it up and putting it back in her pocket. "I can at least help you carry something for the rest of the way." she added, almost stubbornly, as she picked up one of the smaller bags. She threw it over her shoulder before smiling. "C'mon!" she called, heading off. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Achilles | January 13, 2013, 9:31 pm Post #19 |
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They had both landed and said there 'hello' but something was off. In moment between his saying hello and taking a step forward to shake hands something burst from the tree lines with a guttural roar. Arik'tur looked to his left where the sound came from and saw a Stovonian Ram. It was the size of a horse, with a much more muscular build than a mountain ram, it's belly was lower to the ground, like a buffalo's. They weren't quick when they started to run, but when they picked up speed they wrecked anything in their path. They have horns like a mountain rams on the side of their head that curl around, but also two tusks like an elephants. Not nearly as long or large, but they could still gore a man in light armour. It made a bleating roar then charged, heading straight for the two halflings. Arik'tur might have tried to save them if he knew them better, but he hadn't even gotten to know their names first, and if Arik'tur could attack this ram from the air, it would be a great advantage. He took off jumping back as he flapped his wings. He opened his talons and felt the battle claws click open. The halflings provided to be a wonderfull tactical distraction as the ram headed straight for them, they didn't seem to react in time and both of them were caught by the rams head with a dull thud and both were sent to the ground several feet away, completely unconscious. Arik'tur immediately headed for the ram and sunk the metal talons into his flank as deep as he could then flew off to the other side so that the ram would see him and com for him instead of trampling the halflings. They had been a tactical distraction but he didn't want them dead, so it seemed prudent to save them. He screeched as only a bird of prey can, then flew forward fast as he could. He slashed his talons at the beasts eyes, hoping to blind him, but missed the eyes. He did however catch it in the face and sent blood pouring down its face and obscuring its vision, but now it was mad. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Edited by Achilles, January 15, 2013, 2:27 pm.
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| That Butler | November 10, 2013, 9:33 pm Post #20 |
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