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| Chrome | Mar 21 2010, 04:29 PM Post #61 |
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Fredric flew back from the blow of the beast, and failed to right himself, and rolled across the ground. He groaned and started to pick himself up. The sound of gunfire rang, and Fredric let out a yelp. He had never seen a gun before, much less heard the resolute crack. He collected his nerves and located his ever reliable longsword. He held it renewed confidence, and ran back Swiftblade. Fredric noticed that Swiftblade coughed up blood before firing his own pistol though Fredric suppressed a yelp, he still didn't expect it. He once again regained composure, then grabbed a vile of poison. He held it out to Swiftblade. "Here,take this, if you take a drop of it from your finger and suck on it, it should numb the pain without killing you. No more than a drop, I can't emphasize this enough." |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 21 2010, 05:05 PM Post #62 |
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The gun's kick rocked his arm, as its only shot was expended. Swiftblade put the weapon away, replacing it with a small knife. Frederic ran up to him, having also been hit. He held out a small vile, filled with an odd liquid. "Here,take this, if you take a drop of it from your finger and suck on it, it should numb the pain without killing you. No more than a drop, I can't emphasize this enough." Unable to correctly reply, Swiftblade just nodded and did as was asked. Almost immediately his body began to go numb as the poison did its work. With a broken arm and who knows what else, he righted himself again. "Got any ideas?" Swiftblade asked, eyeing the demon. |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 22 2010, 09:05 PM Post #63 |
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OOC: Post John, damnit or I'll follow through with the dragged by your entrails threat! |
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| Immortalblade | Mar 27 2010, 09:13 PM Post #64 |
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OOC: God damnit, this will be short... Swiftblade & Fredric: The creature bled from a wound to its shoulder, black blood pooling on the ground. It stood for a second trying to register the pain. When it realized what had happened it let out a ferocious roar and charged with a slight limp in its gait, its large mouth agape. Martin: OOC: I have no idea what that spell is so I'll assume fire ball The blast scorched the creature mouth sending it reeling and stunned. The two kicks Martin then delivered (though the creature was too large to be so easily flipped) caused the creature to jump back yelping in pain, stunted limbs grasping at its head and chest in agony. In the darkest part of the woods where the dim light from distant, burning Remus could not be seen a hooded figure is accosted by armoured men...
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Mar 27 2010, 09:43 PM Post #65 |
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"And now your ass is mine!" roared Martin as his gauntlets flared up and augmented his strength. He promptly thrust-punched the demon with force similar to that of a high-speed train, which would probably send it plowing backwards and into its buddies. His punch absorbed more of the demon's life force as well, giving more energy to Martin's gauntlets as he prepared for something especially big.
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| The King | Mar 29 2010, 08:08 PM Post #66 |
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Over the parapet of a guard tower, a long rife barrel lowers itself down against the stone. An ivory hand reaches up and dusts off the front sight. A few moments pass. One click. The rifle is adjusted. KA-BOOOM! The rifle is slowly raised, as the foul beast mauling Carrion catches a .490 conical bullet in the throat. The masked woman begins reloading the rifle. "Bang." |
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| Rin Seiko | Mar 29 2010, 09:05 PM Post #67 |
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War, chaos and rage continued on through the city of Venice. Two figures stood looking at a strange bird like creature, who looked back at them with eyes of a devil. A squawk escaped it's gaping mouth. Swiftblade shifted his weight and adjusted his grip on the dagger. A broken arm paired with damaged lungs was a terrible combination for a fight with an otherworldly creature. Man stared at demon and demon at man. Swiftblade coughed once more. The sound seeming to irritate it, the demon let out a roaring howl before charging at Swiftblade and Fredric. The first man was in no shape to dodge every attack. The cold steel dagger was gripped tighter; Swiftblade brought the knife up to bear and awaited the attack. The purple freak's left arm was a claw, and its right seemed to be a mass of eyes. Swiftblade moved himself to the left a bit and crouched down. When the creature was close, he sidestepped to the left slightly, twirled and swung the knife at his foe's left... arm, and kicked at its back legs when he completed the spin, finishing the move by stabbing (and then removing) the knife from the demon's tail. A leap away from the creature and a spin on the heel, Swiftblade turned to survey his handiwork. |
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Mar 30 2010, 11:11 PM Post #68 |
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Barely had Niall been in the city to see the sun set. Everything about the place was new, foreign. She had come across similar places in her travels thus far, but she had never gotten this far into any of them. The stones beneath her feet were cool even in the fading hours of the day due to being cast in shadows by the strange edifices that rose, mostly in juxtaposition with one another, around her. The Zaide woman had kept to herself, quietly slipping among the people. The people here had looked normal at a first glance, but their legs all moved in such an unnatural way... It hadn't taken too much to discern that here Niall was the odd one out, so she had avoided contact listening to the sounds of their strange language as the sun fell. At some point or another, as streets crowded with people seemingly eager and all intent upon something, a series of horrendous rattling cracks shook the air. Unnatural sounds that came with bright lights that illuminated the faces of the onlookers briefly before fading. She was still confused and rattled to the bone by the unnatural thunderous noises and light when the screaming, the shouting, had started. Positive that the cracks she had heard were the cause of the sudden uproar she decided she had to get higher; find out what was going on. Pushing off from the ground Niall's fingers grasped at ledges and outcrops in the stone work, powerful legs pushing off from the wall. Snagging the roof she gave herself a quick practice surge with her arms using her momentum to get onto the tiled roof. Keeping low she made her way slowly across the roof tops, senses alive for the presence of danger. She was barely more than a shadow as Niall gained confidence in her footing on the odd rounded tiling of the roof beneath her feet and picked up the pace slightly. She had pinpointed where most of the shouting, screeching and roaring seemed to be coming from and dutifully made her way there, doing her best to avoid flinching every time a harsh cracking sound was released into the air. |
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| J0hn185 | Apr 2 2010, 01:12 PM Post #69 |
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Carrion stood still against the creature, when all of the sudden he saw the creature explode of an inmense hit. He was saved, for what it seemed to be an expert marksman. Carrion waved his arm at the guard tower and then proceded to get inside the guard tower's entrance which was not far. O.O.C Carrion is on the wall. |
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| Immortalblade | Apr 2 2010, 10:39 PM Post #70 |
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Chapter: I
![]() Carrion & Victoria: A wet choking sound issued from the half-dead creatures throat. It was not as observed by Carrion dead but crippled, the shot having shattered its spine. It would however if left unattended regenerate and Carrion would have an enraged monster on his hands. As its flesh began to knit itself together Carrion was presented a dilemma; kill an injured, defenceless creature or let it regenerate and risk it escaping... Niall: A horrific roar came from the streets below. A massive form burst from the shadows pursued by two figures who wore thick, bloodstained armour over soiled robes. They where keeping their distance from the massive creature, poking and swiping at it with long halberds illuminated in holy light and with little wonder. The creature was a large armoured brute with a pair of thick horns that dwarfed any mountain goat. Hanging from its great frame where many skins, skulls, trophies and most disturbingly of all, hanging from its waist like a brace of rabbits where several mutilated bodies, tiny bodies. The men where radically outclassed, for even though they dodged the great cleaving blows of the creatures mighty axe they could not get close to it. Yet they continued in their suicidal endeavour, fighting with a fury few would have in the face of such a monster. They knew that if they failed the creature would run rampant through the residential district of the city, adding many more trophies to its belt. Yet their heroism would go unrewarded unless they had some sort of support... Swiftblade & Fredric: The creature crashed to the ground, its momentum causing it to slid forward on the slick cobblestones of the courtyard. It struggled to right itself and face its foes but it only crashed to the ground again. Swiftblade's swift action had crippled it, momentarily. It took some frantic swipes at Fredric, who was nearby with its one god arm but could do little more. Martin: The bone-shattering did send the creature back, stumbling backward and almost knocking over poor sir Orland who had his halberd stuck in the head of a beast-man, who he had impaled through the throat and brain. The guard captain jumped back, yelling intelligible curses at the creature before turning his attention to a beast-man who had just tried to behead him but only managed to knock back Orland's halberd. As the creature began to right itself after Martins powerful blow it began eyeing the captains exposed back, forgetting about Martin completely... Edited by Immortalblade, Apr 2 2010, 10:40 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 2 2010, 10:48 PM Post #71 |
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Martin wasn't about to let that thing rack up a kill; he sprinted up and pulled a leg-sweep on the monster, promptly firing his other pistol into the thing's skull. |
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| The King | Apr 2 2010, 11:36 PM Post #72 |
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Victoria slowly sets the flint hammer and pan, and rests the rifle back on the stonework. Unable to decern the creature's status from this distance, she sets the trigger and observes the man in shining armor. Her stark eyes both open as she scans the wall. She lifts the rifle and stands up, crossing her chest with it. "You're welcome!" She shouts. "But think you not to remember seeing me! Least I turn my rifle on you!" She decocks the rifle and slips it into a makeshift rope scabbard on her back and grabs up a bag and leaps down to the other side of the turret and attempts her escape. |
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Apr 4 2010, 01:33 AM Post #73 |
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Niall shuddered, pace faltering ever so slightly as a fierce roar reverberated from almost directly under her. She watched the gargantuan creature spill out onto the street with the two smaller beings and she came to a full stop in her run. The three of them were odd, either their skin was strange and reflected light unnaturally or they were all wearing the strangest skins she had ever seen. She watched for a moment, remaining silent and still. Niall watched the larger being, complete with horns that, if smaller, might have belonged on a goat of her home, hefted and swung a large tool of some kind. As the tool moved it glinted and flared with the light of nearby fires and lanterns and starlight, another strange substance. Though, not entirely unfamiliar, it reminded her of the blade she had stolen after getting attacked by a group of nasty odd-legged people. Only the tool the mammoth below used was much larger than the little blade she now carried. From the way the two smaller people moved to avoid the large-thing's attacks and the way it swung the tool Niall assumed it also dealt an easily lethal blow. Something you definitely didn't want to be hit with sharp-side or broad-side. From her position on the roof she was likely safe, the triad hadn't appeared to have noticed her. If she wanted to she probably could have moved on. Instead she drew an arrow from her quiver, resting it against the string of her bow. Judging from the sounds rising from ahead and from the sprawl of stones and platforms around her there were more, and if she didn't find out an effective way to kill these things now she might find herself alone with one later. Assuming she might not have a way to flee it might be better to figure things out now while she had unintentional assistance. The few blows said assistance were landing, if at all, didn't seem to affect the large, horned creature. They seemed to be trying regardless of their ineffective effort, which by Niall's standards made them terrible warriors but at least they were serving as a useful distraction. Pulling back she made her string taunt, the bow creaking softly as she aimed. The head, though generally harder to hit, always made a good target. She had never seen anything recover from a nasty head injury. Niall released the string, arrow flying for what she could only assume was one of the beast's eyes. |
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| Immortalblade | Apr 9 2010, 11:06 PM Post #74 |
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Martin: The shot startled Sir Orland, causing him to leap forward, driving his halberd through the beast-man's jaw and into its spine. The creature on the other hand convulsed once before falling over, its brains completely liquefied from the round and beginning to pour out of the creatures mouth. As its eyes glazed over a vision assailed Martins senses. Scenes of devastation flashed before his eyes as the smells of burning flesh gripped his sense of smell and taste. Demons poured out of the shadows of massive structures, scorched by hell-fire and made of glass and metal,their size dwarfing any mountain Lorlyn held. Men, woman and children where torn apart, their souls feasted on by thousands of ravenous needle fanged mouths. The scene panned over and a cloaked figure, out of place amongst the carnage stood watching, waiting for some event long since passed. As quickly as it had come the vision disappeared. Sir Orland stood by Martin, the dissolving creature at his feet. "Are you injured purifier?" He asked. Victoria: Victoria's descent was unfortunately noticed by those demons trapped outside by their masters massive corpse and the instrument of his demise. A hail of stone shrapnel erupted around Victoria as the demons took aim at her with what few firearms they had, their aim as poor as their weapons. Niall: The arrow struck true, passing through its right eye and embedding itself in the back of the massive creatures skull. The creature roared, not in pain but in annoyance. It swung its great axe suddenly, clipping the two Templar's and sending them flying. They landed some distance away with a thud, though the pained groans coming from them suggested they had survived such a powerful blow. The creature laughed at its handiwork, a cruel sound that chilled the blood of any that heard it. It then tapped a finger to the shaft embedded deep into its eye, causing to to disappear and its mad rolling eye to heal. It then focused its hellish gaze onto where Niall sat hidden and roared in its booming voice, and spoke in Niall's own tongue, its voice piercing into Niall's mind "HAHAHA! OH HOW I HAVE MISSED THE SMELL OF ZAIDE FLESH! HAS YOUR KIND FINALLY COME DOWN FROM THEIR MOUNTAIN HOME? HAVE THEY STOPPED BELIEVING THAT THEY WOULD BE SAFE FROM US IF THEY REMAINED HIDDEN? COME! ACCEPT YOUR FATE AND REJOIN YOUR ANCESTORS IN FEEDING THE GREAT CYCLE!" And with that it waved its hand dismissively and the first few floors of the building Niall was hidden on where instantaneously vaporised in an explosion of hell-fire. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 10 2010, 12:05 AM Post #75 |
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"If I am injured, it is not grievous enough to keep my duties from me," retorted Martin as he finished absorbing energy into his gauntlets. "It looks like you guys have it well in hand here. Send the bastards back where they came from. All stops pulled, no holds barred. KILL. THEM. ALL." Just as he finished talking, his hand motions for a mass-cure spell had ended, restoring vitality to any of the injured soldiers nearby. It was at that point that he heard an uproarious bellow of demonic laughter. Looking down the streets, he saw the first few floors of a building violently explode, the originator of the explosion standing right there. Popping another sanctuary, he sprinted towards the source... Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Apr 10 2010, 01:04 PM.
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| The King | Apr 10 2010, 09:30 AM Post #76 |
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Victoria dives for the floor. Stone fragments fly around as she covers her head. "Oh hells!" She waits for the pause for reload. She then gets up and sprints to the other turret and dives inside, kicking the door closed. "There goes that plan...Hmm." She slowly stands up and dusts off her meager armor and checks her rifle. She looks around the turret, searching for a cannon, some type of siege weapon, a new plan springing to mind. |
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Apr 10 2010, 06:25 PM Post #77 |
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Niall shivered, goosebumps raising along her flesh at the demons initial chortle, like it's laugh were more of an invisible physical manifestation than sound ought to be. She had brought another arrow out as soon as she had let the first go, but watching the demon knock the other two soldiers back and then somehow making her previous arrow vanish left her with doubts about another one working. What sort of foul creature could take a blow to the head and then laugh about it? There were stories among her people of beasts of incredible cunning and physical endurance, she never thought a direct shot through its skull would leave anything with the ability to function, much less laugh. Not even the creatures of legend. She crouched a little lower, biting her lip as the monsters words seemed to burst into her head, rioting in her skull. Far too loud, far too close, and surprisingly in the tongue of her people, something she hadn't heard spoken by anything but her people in her travels until now. Niall might have found a certain amount of irony in the fact that it was a something with malevolent intent communing with her, but she was more concerned with what the thing was saying. It could speak her language, and seemed to know of her people in a way that made her skin crawl. Without time to take another shot as the voice ripping through her head subsided the tiles under her feet chattered with the explosion below her and the upper half of the building began to drop. Niall ran. She kicked off of the roof further from the edge than she would have liked but if she risked running further she would have been thrown off balance by the huge structure's shuddering impact with the ground. Barely catching the edge of the next roof she scrabbled up onto her belly losing the arrow she had pulled out of her quiver to the fire and dust exploding into the alley below. Pushing herself to her feet she spun to face the massive figure, holding her bow loosely in one hand. How was she supposed to fight this? |
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| Immortalblade | Apr 10 2010, 09:45 PM Post #78 |
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OOC: Niall is on the other side of the city Kranford. Niall: Niall's temporary respite from the monster was ended abruptly as the demon stepped out of the darkness in front of her. "There you are! I was so worried you where caught in the explosion! We don't want to die painlessly, now do we?" The creature chortled as it raised its massive weapon. Victoria: The tower Victoria was in looked like it was used to store bows and crossbows, bolts and arrows, guns and bullets. Her search was interrupted by a banging on the floor, or more precisely someone was banging on the trapdoor in the centre of the room. Swearing soon followed. "God damn this door and whatever jackass closed it, the cardinals going to have my head if we can't get through." Another voice responded "Hey you hear that? Sounds like someone's breathing." To which a third voice responded "THERE BE NO ONE THERE YE DAMN ELF! NOW MOVE YER DAMNED PERFUMED ARSE OUT OF MY FACE BEFORE I SHOVE MY GUN SO FAR UP IT IT SPROUTS A TREE AND YOUR KIN PRANCE AROUND IT GOING TRAALAAALAALAA!" "I...I don't perfume my arse!" "Sure and I'm a big ferocious dragon. I'll just go back to smashing open this heavy trapdoor with my awesome dragon strength." "Fuck you." "I'm sure ye wouldOW, WATCH IT!" "Damnit, listen if there is someone there can you please open this door. I'm allergic to flowers and I'm getting drunk off the fumes coming from this dwarf." Martin: Several mounted figures cut Martin off however. The lead figure whose long white beard poked out from under his elaborate helm, astride what looked like a cross between a horse and a goat, obviously elvish and wearing decorative gore-splattered armour over blood-red robes turned and called out "PURIFIER! THE VIGILANT ONE REQUIRES YOUR AID!" |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 10 2010, 10:03 PM Post #79 |
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OOC: Oops. I should have asked. I think there's another beastie that can be colossus-climbed though... "Indeed, and I see where I am needed now." replied Martin as he saw the abomination that was struggling to right itself (The one that Frederick and Swiftblade are currently fighting). With a mighty leap, he jumped onto the side of the thing's head, using the claws on his gauntlets to gain purchase and climb his way up until he was on top of its cranium. He promptly pummeled the thing, his gauntlets plowing through its cursed flesh and bone with contemptuous ease. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Apr 13 2010, 08:53 PM.
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| The King | Apr 11 2010, 06:53 AM Post #80 |
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Victoria listens to the voices and runs several ideas through her head. Who were these men? What were they doing up here? Probably guard work, most likely. She paced about quietly thinking. She stopped for a moment and spotted a basket full of arrows. She walked quietly over to them, and grabbed a handful and walked over to the trapdoor. "Yeah? Well how do I know you aren't a demon?" She said, one hand on the latch, other over the trap door with the arrows, her hand emitting a light purple mist.
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| Rin Seiko | Apr 11 2010, 02:42 PM Post #81 |
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The creature squawked and slipped in its own blood, a hiss escaping its deformed mouth. Swiftblade exhaled, the majority of his body still numb. The life as a hunter had taught the man that any creature, especially when on its last legs (in this case literally), can still bite. As the demonic beast began to cough up its own blood, Swiftblade checked his pistol. There was no way he'd be able to load it with only one functioning arm. This also applied to his bow. He examined his knife, which now glinted with the blood of his foe. Years of being bored were about to pay off. Swiftblade looked at an almost pitiful, bloodied animal, covered in its own juices. Throwing his knife up and catching it by the blade, Swiftblade put as much force into it as he could muster, and hurled the knife. |
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Apr 13 2010, 08:50 PM Post #82 |
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Niall blinked as her vision was very suddenly obscured by legs and corpses strung upside-down a little too close for comfort. She glanced up, only able to see part way up the monsters body without tilting her head back, she looked back as the creature hefted its weapon high. She doubted she could sprint far enough in the time it would take the creature to bring that thing down. The Zaide had seen how far it had flung the two men, she figured it would probably flatten her if brought down like that. Instead she shot between the creature's legs, ducking low under the bodies that hung from it. As she moved she slung her bow over her body, she had absolutely no clue how it had gotten in front of her so suddenly, but if it could move like that then it might be able to simply move out of the way of arrows in the future. For now evading the thing, figuring out how it she could keep it from flattening her and maybe somehow kill it or escape it seemed like a better plan. Grabbing the edge of the roof as she cleared the beast's legs Niall swung herself off, barely managing to look down before she let go. She landed lightly, legs bending to absorb the impact in a way completely natural for her. |
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| Immortalblade | Apr 14 2010, 08:36 PM Post #83 |
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Niall: Like before the creature stepped out of the air in front of her, the putrid stench of gore announcing its presence. The demons face was contorted in what passed for a look of annoyance among its kind. With a roar that shook the panes of glass from the windows of the nearby houses it suddenly charged at a startling speed its axe, now aflame with black oily fire raised high over its head. Swiftblade: The knife hit the creature handle first, bouncing off the creatures carapace. The creature did not react for it was severely crippled. (OOC: Why? Why throw a knife at something the size of a horse!) Victoria: The third voice answered first. "ARE YE DAFT LASS? DO AH SOUND LIKE AH HAE CLOVEN FEET AND TWO GREAT BLOODY HORNS GROWIN OUT OF MY AIN HEAD? AH'M A COMIN UP DARE AND AH'M A GOIN TA SHOVEmmrrrfff!" "SHUT UP you great stupid oaf! Or do you prefer us sitting here until Sir Orland guts us!" "mmrrfffSTUPIDmrrfffELFmrrfff!" "Both of you shud up. Listen whoever is up there, we are part of the guard stationed at the wall. We just finished our shift and where heading home when we where caught in the middle of the fight when the demons broke through the gate. We survived and Sir Orland and that Cardinal sent us up here to provide sniper support for Commander Carrion, who was probably the one who killed that huge demon by dropping the portcullis on it." "BLOODY BRILLIANT!" "Yes, but he hasn't been seen since and their worried the demons managed to get up over the walls. Please let us up, we might be the only guards left who have a ranged weapon left in the entire city." Martin: The demon crumpled under Martins holy assault and the red robed elf rode up to him. "Yes, I can see you are." The elf said, answering Martins previous statement. "But this is far more important. I am the cardinal in charge of this city and leader of this cities chapter of Templars and we have detected the source of magic that attracted the demons to our city. Purifier it is monstrous in size. I dare not speculate on what it can be but I have heard no legends that spoke of such frightening power. Purifier you must gather the strongest fighters from this horrible battle, for I dare not take the guards away from this valiant defence and meet me and my Templars over at this location." The Cardinal said quickly, shoving a simple map into Martins arms. "Hurry!" And with that the Cardinal charged off, most of the Templars not currently fighting the demons following behind him. |
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| The King | Apr 14 2010, 09:00 PM Post #84 |
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"Well you sound like a lot of monsters to me! What would I know, I'm just a girl." As she speaks, she stashes the bag in an empty barrel and opens the latch, offering a hand to let them in. Rather be in jail than dead, she figures.
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| Rin Seiko | Apr 14 2010, 09:26 PM Post #85 |
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((I call it "Thinking the creature was slightly smaller, and not thinking it through". ))The knife clattered to the ground harmlessly. Swiftblade flinched. Maybe that wasn't the smartest idea. Still, there wasn't much else he could do. The knife was useless, his claymore needed two hands, as did his bow. He did still have a dagger, but its reach was dangerous. Then again, Swiftblade didn't have much choice in attacks. With his good hand, Swiftblade pulled out his dagger, cold steel reflecting nothing. He twirled it in his hands and gripped it tightly. His foe was in too much pain to notice much, and hopefully wouldn't the kill. The man walked forward, ready for the final strike. Suddenly a sharp pain in his ribs caused him to gasp. The numbness was beginning to wear off. "As long as it..." A painful grunt, "last until I kill this thing, it'll be alright." As he said this, Swiftblade knew it wouldn't be true. Already his pitiful gasps for air were an underwater breath. A painful roar, and the demon slipped in its own blood again. Swiftblade was well within range for a stray kick, so he kept an eye on its remaining limbs. The injured man gripped his weapon against the pain, rising it above his head. Then, yelling in both anger and pain, he brought the dagger down on the demon not once, but twice, then thrice. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 15 2010, 02:38 PM Post #86 |
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"Time to go through the city then," said Martin. His gauntlets were glowing pure white thanks to the energy absorbed from the monstrous creature he had slain. Seeing the trouble Swiftblade was having, he promptly applied another healing charge to him, once more mending his wounds as if he never had them in the first place. |
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| Chrome | Apr 15 2010, 09:03 PM Post #87 |
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OOC: I will punish myself for not keeping up :p The demon had taken several strikes at Fredric with it's good arm, and Fredric failed to react properly, and was hit several times. While Fredric had protected his abdomen, his chest had been swiped several times, and he was now bleeding profusely down the front. He swung his arms around his front to try and slow the bleeding to to avail, he would have to administer bandages, and he would only have a chance once this thing was dead. He retrieved his bottle of poison, and gave himself the same treatment as Swiftblade, a temporary fix, but maybe one that can at least give him a chance to escape and recuperate. Fredric saw Swiftblade moving in to kill the best, Fredric readied his hidden blade and approached as well. Once he was close enough, he took several swipes at the creatures limbs, trying to make sure that Swiftblade could kill it without risking any further injury to himself, and maybe distract the creature for a precious moment to allow for the killing blow. Edited by Chrome, Apr 15 2010, 09:06 PM.
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Apr 16 2010, 11:35 PM Post #88 |
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Niall was positive that there was something disturbingly wrong with the creature's apparent ability to move at speeds so fast she couldn't even see it. It shouldn't have been able to go from being on the roof above her to being suddenly halfway down the street. That, combined with it's obvious command of fire, was something she was fairly certain she could never survive against if she wasn't able to learn more about it first. The huntress was beginning to regret having shot the thing in the first place, laying low and watching would have been a better idea. Survival was the priority now. Sometimes survival meant fighting. Sometimes survival meant running her feet raw. Right now, running seemed like the best option. Arrow's couldn't take it down, not in the head at least and getting close enough to use her blade was, probably, anything but a good idea. It had some sort of unaccountable unnatural speed and obvious strength, two things she didn't want to test in close quarters. As soon as the putrid monster started towards her she spun and took off down the street, moving lithely over the debris of wood and rock that had spilled out onto the street after the building had crashed to the ground. She could see the two fallen people ahead, the two who had been knocked back by the beast only moments before. Part of her hoped, as she moved over the ground with her powerful stride, that the creature didn't stop to ruin them further. At the same time, she was hoping it would take an interest in the two and leave her alone. |
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| Immortalblade | Apr 19 2010, 08:09 PM Post #89 |
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Niall: The demon charged and closed the gap between it and Niall in only a few steps before it suddenly pitched forward, one of the Templars had sat up and threw out his hand, his eyes and hand alight with holy fire. The demon stumbled to its feet, giving a disapproving snort as the black flames encasing its body slowly began to die down. A glowing chain almost blinding in its illumination had wrapped itself around one of the demons legs, anchoring it to the ground. The demon tested it and found the chain was sturdy and would not break. As the two templars clambered to their feet one of them began to move cautiously forward, halberd raised. As he passed Niall he made a motion indicating he wanted her to flank the large behemoth. As the templar neared closer the demon spoke to the templar, rage distorting its speech yet mysteriously understood by all "Bind me all you want, disillusioned mortal. You and every one of your kinds misbegotten souls will be sent to feed the great cycle!" Fredric, Martin & Swiftblade: The creature gargled and thrashed, its life blood seeping into what passed for its lungs and away from its major organs. It began choking, its many eyes rolling in their sockets. Some time passed and it began to slow, its thrashing and convulsing becoming a slight twitching. One last gurgling sound escaped from its maw and the beast began to dissolve. In an instant another vision rocked the minds of those around it. ..on a tiny boat, drunken laughter coming from beside you. You stare out at your line, bobbing in the current. It dips down and the person beside you starts to hollar and point, rocking the boat causing cold water to splash down at your feet. You struggle, the fish almost stronger then you are. However you are triumphant, with a mighty splash the massive twisting fish bursts out of the water. You grab the fish, holding it steady as your friend clubs it to death with a sledgehammer. When the fish is suddenly still you toss it into the bottom of your boat with a dull thud as it hit the metal hull. You lean back, exhausted from the ordeal and your friends drunken yelling. The endless vault of the void fills your view, a single tiny crescent moon hanging above you. A cloud passes over obscuring the moon from view. Colours start to shift and take on impossible hues, strange images flash before your eyes. You pick up the hammer. Covered in blood now. Have to hide it. Have to hide it. Flames everywhere, screaming. So much screaming. Claws dig deeper, flesh ripping, tearing. Bones snapping. Fish roasting, friend laughing. Telling an inappropriate story. You can't wait for it to finish. Your hungry, so hungry. It looks so good. You pick up the hammer... The vision then vanished and the world returned to normal for those standing by the puddle that was once the creature. Victoria: A human guards face stared up at Victoria, blinking in the light with an expression of shock. He clambered out of the trapdoor and helped his allies up, and elf and a dwarf. They wore a lighter set of guard armour and where covered in recently shed blood. Each had their own preferred ranged weapon and a rapier. The elf a long bow, the human a crossbow and the dwarf a rifle. The human was the first to speak "Did you just call a dwarf sexist?" The dwarf elaborated between glares "Ah be tellin you 'cause ye don' look like ye be 'round 'ese parts but callin a dwarf sexist be a racial slur." The elf explained this confusing logic by rubbing his chin and mouthing Beards OOC: Explanation for dwarfs coming up next update
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| The King | Apr 20 2010, 11:37 AM Post #90 |
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"And assuming I know that these freaks can't speak our language is ignorant. I'm sorry if I insulted you, but it was unintentional." Victoria dusts herself off, whispering. "I must look a fright." As she dust herself off, she began hiding individual trinkets within her armor, and she slowly inches towards the barrel she slid her rifle in. |
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| Chrome | Apr 20 2010, 07:56 PM Post #91 |
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Fredric fell to his knees when the vision had assaulted his mind. When he came out of it, he found himself terrified. He had never experienced something invading his mind like that before, and this coupled with the returning pain, along with the smell of the demons foul blood caused him to vomit. He struggled back to his feet and staggered over to Swiftblade. "Are you alright? Can you walk? We have got to get out of here." |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Apr 24 2010, 07:08 PM Post #92 |
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"Whoa, I gotta watch those late-night parties..." spoke Martin as he dizzily stumbled around. The vision he got had not been a pleasant one, reminiscent of his days before joining the purifiers. Looking at Swiftblade and the assassin (Frederick), his voice took on a more serious tone, "I suggest you two come with me. I have a little job, and need some extra hands for it; but first, let's get some more hands." He sensed something large and unpleasant approaching from the other side of town. Something big. |
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| Hunter.Imeetari | Apr 25 2010, 09:30 AM Post #93 |
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The Zaide warrior jerked to a halt as the beast's footfalls seemed to stop very suddenly accompanied by an almost explanatory and very angry remark. Niall, for a split second, played with the idea of running again regardless of the motion the man seemed to be directing at her; She doubted he was asking the rocks to do something. Logic took the opportunity to kick in. Despite the fact that these two people could possibly be just as dangerous as the giant angry monster, if she helped them maybe they would kill her. Right now allies seemed a better thing to have than none, especially if how the fight had been going until the duo had rejoined was any indication. The beast would have caught up with her if it wasn't for that luminescent bond, Niall was positive of that. As far as she could tell that bond had been the result of the one or both of the men. Besides, they seemed easier to outrun and might be easier to fight than the enormous horned beast was. Now that she was very sure she wasn't going to flee, only to have another beast sit on her in a few minutes, she gave the shiny-clothed guy a curt nod and turned back. Niall proceeded to exact little to no caution in going back the way she had come. Moving, again at a run, as close to the edge of the street she could manage she pulled her stolen knife out of its sheath. She wasn't sure if she was out of the beasts range of attack yet, but if she moved as slowly as the other guy had been she would be practically inviting the thing to have a hack at her. She probably couldn't fight as well with broken bones or in two pieces. |
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| Chrome | Apr 25 2010, 09:22 PM Post #94 |
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Fredric looked at Martin and stood up. He was going numb from his wounds, but they weren't as deep as he had originally thought. While they would leave some nasty scars, they hadn't reached his ribs, and none of them were broken, hence he would be alright for the time being. "Fine, let's go. I think we can help you." |
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| Rin Seiko | May 1 2010, 05:23 PM Post #95 |
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Swiftblade nodded. He nodded to Martin in thanks, standing. Once again, the stranger had made Swiftblade feel like he had just awoken from a long nap. Refreshed, the man brought up his large sword, which he could now easily wield. Looking at Martin, he answered "Yeah. I can help you out, now." |
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| Immortalblade | May 2 2010, 09:34 PM Post #96 |
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Swiftblade, Martin and Fredric: The fight was pretty much over in the courtyard, the soldiers left where doing cleanup or getting up onto the battlements to drive the demons away. All that was left to do was deal with the growing indescribable presence coming from farther in the city. Victoria: The elf opened his mouth to question just who the hell Victoria was however was interrupted by the door suddenly slamming open with several exhausted guards shoving their recently damaged and bloodstained swords, maces and spears forward, evidently not expecting the scene beginning to enfold. Before anyone could register what was going on a man with a spear (evidently the leader) recognised the human "Jonathan! What in the hell is going on here...actually forget it. Listen Carrion is still missing and the demons in the courtyard are dead. Hurry up and help us shoot. An ale for everyone you peg in the head, how bout it?" Before Jonathan could answer the men started grabbing bows and guns as well as their respective ammo. The three, evidently just remembering what they where supposed to be doing ran off onto the battlements, leaving Victoria standing where she was without a single guard taking heed of her presence, the open trapdoor also ignored. Niall: The templar suddenly bursts into a flat out sprint, moving faster then what one would expect from someone wearing the heavy templar armour and robes. Crossing the distance between him and the demon evidently faster then the demon could react the templar suddenly slide forward, holding his halberd forward and allowing his momentum to carry the blade straight into the demons groin. The demon buckled but not the templar crawled behind the demon, wrenching his halberd out of it as he went. The demon, its pelvis completely destroyed pitched forward, allowing the templar to deliver a blow to the demons back. The demon was left still alive but stunned, hunched over and completely exposed to Niall. OOC: yes I know this is very rushed. I'll fix it up later if there is any problems. |
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| The King | May 3 2010, 01:40 AM Post #97 |
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Victoria blinked and waived out to them. "Good luck!" She knew they would need it, and they gave her a chance for escape. After all, they weren't so bad. However with the guards more active now, it would be much harder for her to escape with a sack of such great burden. She shuts and locks the trapdoor, and closes the door into the turret, jamming it with a chair. She begins to rifle through the sack, putting only the most valuable things into her backpack. Ammunition, pre-packed powder charges, and a few small trinkets. She discards the rest back into the barrel and grabs her rifle. "Well I had hoped this would have gone over better. Oh well, I might still get to eat tonight." Victoria climbs the ladder to the top of the turret to get a look around for a place to slip out of the area, and still keep her life and limited spoils. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | May 6 2010, 08:16 PM Post #98 |
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"Well then, my gruesome twosome, let's get going," replied Martin as he moved off towards the spot indicated on the Cardinal's map. He had reloaded his guns by now as well, pondering when that order for his double-barrels would be finished. |
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| Immortalblade | May 15 2010, 05:02 PM Post #99 |
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OOC: Sorry Kranford but I can't update you without knowing what Rin and chrome are doing. Victoria: Victoria emerged onto the top of the tower and beheld a massive catapult bolted onto a rotating dais. Part of it had been damaged by neglect and three engineers where busy repairing it. A rope and pulley system being used to ferry up supplies and tools from the reorganising city guard. Other towers could be spotted in the distance, the catapults upon them being loaded up with pieces of rubble and exploding shrapnel bombs before hurling them into the largest groups of demons. Whose main force though large seemed to lack any siege weapons. On the lower levels of the walls massive caldron's filled with bubbling pitch where being hoisted up the massive walls of Remus before being unceremoniously poured onto grated ditches in the stone walls that led the pitch over the parapets and onto the demons. Twisted pained screams came up from those unlucky ones, drifting up along the winds to Victoria's ears. A sudden cry was heard and a wall of arrows, bolts and bullets came from those guards on the walls, causing groups of demons to stumble and fall. Despite this none of the engineers paid any attention to these events, more focused on their work then the events around them. The sound of rope on stone roused one however from his work as a worker (a goblin wearing his guard tabard around his head) bolted to the side with the pulley system and started grabbing much needed tools from a wooden platform that had just been raised. OOC: Please post. Edited by Immortalblade, May 15 2010, 08:02 PM.
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| The King | May 16 2010, 01:31 PM Post #100 |
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Victoria scans the walls, watches everything and she slowly slumps against the parapet on the top of the turret. "Great. Just great Vicky. You just got stuck in a warzone." She loosens her shemaugh and rubs her face slowly. "What am I going to do?" She pulls the shemaugh back over her head and just sits there, while she thinks about her next move. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | May 16 2010, 10:09 PM Post #101 |
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OOC: No problem. |
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| Immortalblade | Jun 23 2010, 10:09 PM Post #102 |
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OOC: Quantum rail roading powers ACTIVATE! Victoria: The goblin who had grabbed the tools suddenly thrust an ink-stained scroll in front of Victoria's. "Hey, take these reports down to the Templar at the base of this tower. Use the lift." The goblin said in a distracted tone, his focus completely on the catapult. Martin, Swiftblade and Fredric: With the pounding of hooves three Templars approached with three empty horses, their shoulders bent in exhaustion and their armour and mounts splattered with gore. One spoke "Purifier we found these horses near the gates, their riders dead in their saddles. Take them and ride with us to that... well, whatever is giving off that aura." Niall: The thunderous sound of what sounded to be a cavalry unit numbering in the hundreds approached the chained demon. A bolt of golden light streaked through the choking cloud of dust surrounding Niall, the two Templars and the demon. It struck and obliterated the demon with the force of wrathful god, showering Niall in pieces of demon no larger then her finger. With a triumphant sound of a horn blaring a veritable army of Horses and men burst through the cloud led by a figure in red robes, his form literally aflame in what appeared to be a physical manifestation of the Vigilant One's wrath. One Templar to the red figures right pointed at Niall and shouted something impossible to discern over the sound of hooves hitting stone. The templars surrounding him however could and several quickly began flanking Niall, the two templars from before included as they began asking the basic questions "Who are you? Why are you here? Did you attack that demon with just a bow, are you that skilled with it?" |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jun 23 2010, 10:27 PM Post #103 |
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Martin strode up to the horses, releasing some power from his gauntlets as he did so. Almost immediately, the horse grew far more alert, and any signs of fatigue that had been there were long gone. He promptly got on the horse and rode towards the Templars' destination. |
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| The King | Jun 23 2010, 10:50 PM Post #104 |
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Victoria shrugged. "I better get paid for this." She steps on the lift and begins turning the crank. "I'm not some messenger..." |
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| Chrome | Jun 25 2010, 11:08 PM Post #105 |
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Fredric pulled his hood down farther to obscure his face. He reached one of the horses, and mounted it. He placed himself behind Martin. "Alright, whatever is doing that, must be the leader of these things, if we kill it, the others might flee in disarray. This is probably our best shot at stopping this." |
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| Immortalblade | Jul 11 2010, 03:11 AM Post #106 |
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OOC: ALRIGHT. LETS DO THIS! Fredric, Martin, Swiftblade: The three made it through the battle damaged streets of Remus. Only now could the peasantry be seen, poking their heads out from their hiding places or picking through the broken bodies of their friends and family in the streets, too many dead and too many gnawed-on tiny bodies dropped amongst them. Soldiers, their shoulders bent under fatigue were stripping bodies of their possessions before stacking the corpses, demon or Citizen haphazardly on oil soaked wood before tossing one of the festival lanterns on them. Melted fat ran in small rivers over the cobble stone stone streets or clung to the soldiers clothes like dew, sometimes even collecting in puddles ankle deep and several meters across. Choking ash obscured the light of dawn from view and cast the city in a hellish light, casting shadows that seemed to appear as the demons themselves in some terrifying new form. These grisly sights followed these three companions until they made it quite unmolested to the source of the overwhelming presence that hung over them. A presence that could only be described as a blanket smothering them. The source however could hardly be stranger. It was one of the older graveyards of Remus, the bodies placed in tombs or crypts to prevent them from being pushed out of the marshy ground (OOC: forget what the process is called though). Assembled amongst the graves were what looked like every Templar and Guard not on active duty, all of them with their eyes locked onto a single unadorned tomb built into the side of a small hill, its door being unsealed by a team of men (to much difficulty, the door weighs over several tonnes and is probably going to take a while to remove). A Templar meanwhile ran up to the three heroes and addressed them, "You the purifier and his companions?" The Templar asked. Victoria: Victoria was lowered swiftly to the ground, far faster then the rate she was cranking. The reason for this however was not a pleasant one. "Changling" A Templar whose glowing golden eyes seemed to pierce through any illusion (OOC: D&D 5th level cleric spell true seeing) said curtly as Victoria lowered herself into the center of about 10 of them. "Come with us." OOC: Sorry for the short bit King but wasn't sure what to do with your character at this moment. To those who haven't posted feel free to drag your characters to where the action is (IE gravesite) in any convoluted manner you see fit, I've given you enough leeway and time to do that. |
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| The King | Jul 11 2010, 02:19 PM Post #107 |
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Victoria looked about the men, studying them quickly. "And why should I? Here." She offers the letter that the goblin gave her. "I take it that this is for you. Now pay me so I can be on my way. I'm getting hungry." |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jul 13 2010, 11:06 PM Post #108 |
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"Yes, that would be us," replied Martin as he dismounted his horse. "Now where's the cardinal? I take orders only from him." |
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