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| "The Flying Helm Inn"; Gather ye Travelers! Food and Drink! | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 27 2009, 01:39 AM (2,323 Views) | |
| +CEMP+ | Sep 9 2009, 11:39 AM Post #131 |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Argentia cracked a smile when Tracy mentioned the job; she didn't have any doubt that it would take long to find the job. Granted, the whole strapping business of the packs was complicated and made her wonder just why there had to be so many; she knew they need to keep the packet secure, but it seemed overkill to her. Nonetheless, she was enthusiastic to be teamed up with her childhood friend again like the good 'ol days when they needed to do various chores. She was although curious to get out and do more exploring alongside Kero. And at the mention of Kero (Giggling at Tracy's comment on him being a sleepy head), the topic of finding a water mage teacher popped back into her head, making her excited. True, she knew they may not get the chance today, but the chance of finding one still enticed her a lot to go out, be a runner while sight seeing as she did. Argentia was expecting a rather funny talk between Kero and Tracy, once they woke up Kero from his embarrassing sleeping habit. Yet she was completely taken by surprise by Kero's reaction, and her heart leaping in fright at the same time. She gave a sigh of relief when Kero had only simply grabbed Tracy's arm. It was certainly a quick reaction that neither of them had witnessed from the stone head before, and he certainly seemed awake. She couldn't help but raise her a brow in question of Kero not wanting his mask being touched. Every day this guy had her more and more piqued, and not only was there something he didn't want to mention to her, but now there was the mask he wore. For one, she never saw him take it off, and she often wondered what his face would look like; and for another, how do you tell if someone's touching your mask? Magic was her only guess, but that still left out the biggest question: Why was he so obsessive about it? It was something she'd hope to at least breach, but she had a feeling from Kero's speech that he didn't want to explain it's purpose; assuming he wasn't just wearing it to add to his bling. "Hey, next time tell us what personal space of yours you don't want getting touched before there is some harm and foul," she humored, hoping Kero would understand the context of her phrase. "And thanks. Honestly, I don't know how hard it is for anyone to turn bread and eggs into coal, no offense meant. Why don't i come along and help you find someone though, since me and you have a job to do and all?" |
"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II  | |
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| ~Twilight~ | Sep 13 2009, 12:42 PM Post #132 |
Ing Freak
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OOC: Not the greatest post ever (I keep forgetting to add details as I write...) but it should do  The door of the tavern gently swung open, as a tall man, nearly two meters tall, stepped inside. He was garbed in a heavy black mantle which enveloped his entire body, only parting slightly over his chest and legs as he moved, revealing a sturdy looking black leather cuirass, with his legs being partly covered by the same material and then held on by straps that continued toward the back end, with him wearing a pair of average but fairly worn dark brown trousers under it. His face was obscured by the black hood which covered most of it, but even at range one could see the bandana-like piece of fabric which was tied around his forehead, with part of it seemingly covering his left eye, and as he stepped further into the tavern the lower portion of his face became somewhat visible, clearly showing the scar which ran down from where his left eye would be. Another thing which clearly stood out about this individual, was the black metal-like spikes which protruded from his right arms shoulders, looking like a ornate shoulder plate. Though rather than being fastened just under the shoulder, the mantle hung around the spikes and was fastened at the front of the leather cuirass instead. With steady steps the man strode inside the tavern, his steps barely making any sound at all as he walked off to the opposite side of the room than the one Tracy and her entourage was in, sitting down by the wall with his head toward the door. Yet, even through the darkness of his hood, Kreet could clearly feel the mans gaze upon them, what might surprise the head-spider even more, was that the man seemed aware of it as well... Everius had trailed this group for several days now, beginning just as they left the "Flying Helm". Why had he followed them though? The object which the girl dressed as a runner carried had intrigued him, even as he did not seek it, it had 'showed' itself to him. However at the same time, he had felt there was something not quite right about the object and so had decided to see where she were taking it. It was true he could very well have taken it by force, but Everius was not that kind of person, and would only resort to such unprovoked violence should it become a necessity, or he truly needed something. But Everius had lived long, far past what any human should be capable off, and thus had a patience for the "right moment" you would find in few. Yet he had lost them once. After they had spent a night in head-spider territory the group suddenly began to move at a ridiculous speed, thanks to the Seraphos they traveled together with. This had prompted Everius to use a trick for fast travel he had learned many years ago, however as it was effective it was draining, and so he only used it as much as he needed to. Something interesting had occurred during the trip however, he, like the group before him, had been attacked by head-spiders. However as they strangely had left the group alone, they had not him. However they soon learned that the will of one of the few remaining Soul Cursed was indomitable, and that he could swat them like flies once he noticed their presence. However this was not the reason he had lost them, no it was something seemingly a lot less significant and in a way, greatly embarrassing for Everius. They had entered a large city, a city brimming with mages. As a Soul Cursed Everius had learned to avoid large masses of people, and as a Soul Cursed, he had learned to fear mages. Sure, the vast majority of the mages inside this city was nothing compared to him, but it was the few masters which roamed the city whom terrified him. As a Soul Cursed, Everius had access to magic fueled by his own soul, but these energies was primal, untamed. A skilled magician could very well command his own power more than him, thus putting him at a vast disadvantage. Thus Everius had at first had trouble entering the city but had, after several hours of trying to force his fears aside, snuck in under the cover of the night as he began to track down the group. It was only after the sun had risen that he once more found the girl who had carried the item, recognizing her easily by the runners back she wore as she walked the streets, looking for something. Yet she did no longer carry the item, this troubled him as it meant she had either delivered it already, or at best did not carry it with her currently. He hoped for the later, but as he followed her back to the tavern, he did not feel any traces of it. His only option so far was to hope they separated, and directly confronting one of them. |
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| ~esreveRPsychology~ | Sep 16 2009, 08:38 PM Post #133 |
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Buzz Killington.
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Kero snickered inwardly at Argentia's wisecrack about his breakfast choices. "Not coal... CHARcoal... there's a difference. One's a rock, the other's partially edible." The trio left the room, and started down the stairs towards the common area. They had barely entered the room when a tall, ragged looking man stepped through the door, and looked straight at Kero. He felt Kreet squirm, and look away from the man. 'That man can see me, and I don't like it, not one bit.' Kero made eye contact with the man, held it for a second, the continued on after the girls, who remained oblivious to the newcomer. 'He looks raggedy, but not particularly like trouble. Besides, how do you know he's looking at you? I'm a walking cloak, I draw attention, maybe he's looking at me.' Kreet glared back at the man defiantly, feeding his vision to Kero's eyes. 'Look again.' Suddenly, everything made sense. Tendrils of black, muddy vines encircled the man, bursting out of his chest, clearly attached to his heart, gripping every part of the man in a stranglehold. He followed the line of the man's eyes, and found him making eye contact with Kreet, not him. Reluctantly, he nodded. 'You're right. This guy does look bad. Any idea what those tendrils are?' 'A curse... A bad one too. Whatever got ahold of him, his magic is tainted. If Magic were water, you'd be a mountain spring, this guy's a swamp.' Kero took another look through Kreet's eye, then shuddered, and looked back through his own eyes. 'Watch him. If he makes a move, warn me.' He refocused his attention on Argentia and Tracy, realizing he had just been spoken to, with no memory of what had been said. "Hmm? oh! I'm sorry, I was a bit distracted, what'd you say?" "I said I am a tad curious of what you do have planned today - and what you would like crisped?" He shrugged. "Do they have any steak this early in the morning?" |
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| +Aiko+ | Sep 16 2009, 10:15 PM Post #134 |
Roffel House!
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"Do they have any steak this early in the morning?" Tracy rolled her eyes at Kero and chuckled. “Sure, ever hear of steak and eggs? It’s a sin to ruin a good cut of meat by burning it though. You should be ashamed of yourself for even suggesting such an atrocity.” Tracy had given no initial attention to the strange man who had entered the inn. She was a runner. She’d seen all sorts of odd people coming and going. But the longer he stayed in the room, the more uneasy she felt with him there. It was like she was being watched, and it bothered her. She refused to acknowledge his presence, at least for now. Kero ordered his mutilated version of food, and it wasn’t long before he was served. She had already eaten, but by now she was so uncomfortable that she had no intention of going back to her room alone. She needed to give her ankle some time to heal, but it wouldn’t get any opportunity to get better if she was assaulted and killed because she was stupid. “Kero, I think I’m going to let you handle this delivery on your own,” she said as she slipped him a piece of parchment. She pointed at the notes scribbled there. “There are a couple of decorative stone vases that are a bit too heavy for Argentia and I to handle easily that need to be delivered to the docks. Just look for a schooner with white and blue sails. Should be the only one in port. Argentia and I are going to be making this parchment delivery. There’s no real urgency to it, and I wouldn’t mind taking my time on a delivery for once.” It was a bald face lie and everyone in her group knew it. Runners never took their time on deliveries. They had two speeds; stop and go. At Kero’s questioning tilt of his head, she moved her eyes to indicate behind her without turning her head. “So, how’s that sound for everybody?” ------------------- Like Kreet, the wind eye saw the man for what he was. Curses were vile things, insidious, impure, and corrupting. The wind eye swirled threateningly between its companion and the distorted one. Its companion was oblivious to the danger at first, but the wind eye slowly made its worries known. Eventually, its companion was as nervous as it was, and sought a means of escape. The wind eye approved of the arrangement, and hovered up in front of Stone and Kreet. The gray, twisting mist was darker than usual, and it flattened and split into two sections that billowed in opposite directions before rejoining as a whole again. The door rattled on its hinges, and a mild breeze tugged at Kero’s cloak. It wanted to leave. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Sep 17 2009, 12:44 AM Post #135 |
Beware the Berserkergang...
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Jack was swiftly picked up by Obsidious, the spirit-in-armor carrying him to the nearest inn, the same one that the runner and her companions resided in, to partake in this 'fun' he had described. To be perfectly honest, Jack was a bit in the dark of the concept of fun. He could perform, as he was taught to by his master/father/creator, but he was still a bit confused about human emotion as a whole. He could understand the fact that they enjoyed it when he performed. It was to be expected; he was quite talented. How it felt, though... as a primarily mechanical creation, that one thing irked him the most. Soon, they had busted through the tavern doors, and Obsidious, whom had lessened his grip again as Jack provided no quarrel thus far, found his load lighter as the mechanical jester pounced from Obsidious' shoulders, sailing through the air after briefly swinging from one of the rafters. He landed silently on the bar before doing a backflip off the glassed surface, twirling in the air as he gracefully landed, crouched, holding his jester's cane in a backward grip. He jumped up with a smile, putting one foot behind the other as he rested his head on his hands which were gripping the brass orb atop the cane. "Alright, who's ready for some fun?" Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Sep 17 2009, 12:46 AM.
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| +CEMP+ | Sep 25 2009, 10:57 AM Post #136 |
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SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Argentia was the last to catch on to the dark man within the inn. It was only just before her friend mentioned about what they were doing that she caught notice of him, and his stare began to make her uneasy. She came to immediate understanding as to what Tracey was really talking about, and was all to glad to help out, and loose this guy. Yes, she had a curiosity for things, but she wasn't curious about stalking cloak-and-dagger figures. "It sounds a good plan to me," she nodded in agreement with her friend, ready to tag team some sort of defense if necessary. That was when a familiar face showed up. ________________________ Obsidious was one theatrics and entrances; but he soon realized with some embarrassment that it was still morning - grouchy attitudes never contributed well to 'fun.' "Whoops, gimme a second folks," he yanked Jack outside. He raised a finger, "Piece of Advice: Never ask who a group of people in an to have 'fun' while they're still waking up. Grouchy people won't be in the mood for a ho down." he looked around for a moment to see if anyone was looking at them, and he came face-to-face with a pretty, young woman whose name came to him immediately. "Argentia!" he hollered, "You look well. I assume that delivery went fine." Argentia smiled, a look of surprise on her face; she was never expecting to see Obsidious hear. She wondered how he even got here around the same time they did; still, his arrival was a good opportunity. "Doing fine, thanks. I think my friend would be grateful for the job you gave her. By the way, I have a favor to ask of you..." She whispered into his ear, having told her friends to sit tight for a moment. Obsidious peeked through the door, and saw who she was mention, and agreed enthusiastically. "Hey, no problem." with that, she went back to see her friends. Obsidious once again grabbed Jack and said, "Remember that piece of advice that I told you? Let's make an exception. That black hoody guy whose staring at stone head- he made a subtle nudge towards Everius - looks wide and living in the night time. Why don't you stroll over and ask him if he wants to have some 'fun.'" Operation distraction would be under way. |
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"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II | |
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| +Aiko+ | Oct 15 2009, 09:39 PM Post #137 |
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Roffel House!
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(OOC: I posted this for EP since his computer is being stupid.) “So, how’s that sound for everybody?” "It sounds a good plan to me," Kero nodded, "Works fine for me..." Kero could sense a disturbance better than most, and knew the appearance of the walking metal tower and his little puppet thing was a once-in-a-lifetime disturbance. To not take advantage of that would be appalling. Patting Obsidious on the "Shoulder" on the way out, he Made for the door, and disappeared onto the street. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Oct 21 2009, 12:51 AM Post #138 |
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Jack nodded at Obsidious, his advice made sense. Humans were more often than not quite lethargic in the mornings, regardless of how much they slept the night before, and had little sense of humor or otherwise. He began to look over his new target, Everius, the man Obsidious had just pointed out in the crowd. The man was watching the odd masked man, whom had patted Obsidious' shoulder on the way out, leave the inn. Jack decided that now was a good time to start his show. Silently, he lept into the rafters again, largely invisible between the massive cuts of treetrunk that acted as support for the oversized inn. Suddenly, he appeared from the ceiling supports, right above Everius, dropping down in front of his face. He hung upside down like a monkey, clinging to a rope, the likes of which had also come from nowhere and was affixed to the rafter directly above. He smiled as he cocked his head to the side, and spoke to the man. "Helloooooooo...~" Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Oct 21 2009, 12:52 AM.
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| ~Twilight~ | Nov 2 2009, 08:09 PM Post #139 |
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Ing Freak
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OOC: Formal apology for It did not exactly go unnoticed for Everius that the group had taken note of him, however he was not aware of the extent of that notice. As he knew the Seraphos had a creature that appeared very similar to the head spiders on him, he suspected the man, or creature, whichever was truly in control, was privy to a few unnatural senses. Though that the women of the group became nervous, in particular the runner girl, was obvious to him. As a Soul Cursed, Everius was capable of "seeing" the souls of others, though it was more of a combination of scent and vibrations, which revealed quite a bit about a persons mental state. However whether they knew of him or not, and whether they knew what he was or not, did not matter at all, for as long as he did not raise aggressions they could do little in this city. That's when an anomaly entered the scene of the tavern, in the form of a 'man' who's soul was completely unique to anything Everius had ever "seen" before. This naturally caught his attention, but he quickly ascertained the man was a potential threat, but also that his soul likely did not carry that much weight and such was not a valuable target... Though he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he realized how much he was starting to lose his grip on things. Pursuing the group had taken it's toll on him, and he needed to feed soon... It would have to wait until the night however. With that out of the way Everius returned to observing the Seraphos and company, not noticing Jack at all until the thing spoke, taking Everius completely by surprise. 'That thing... I can't feel anything from it... Impossible!' Everius thought as he tried to figure the walking mechanical jester out. It was not that Jack had been particularly stealthy, or that Everius was dense, but without realizing it himself he had come to rely so heavily upon his cursed senses that Jack, even through his showy actions, had gone completely unnoticed to him... That was something he had to remember, for it was a major flaw that he could not afford. At this point he noted how one of the women in the group moved from her table and walked up to the 'man' who had accompanied the jester and the trio moved outside, Jack being more or less dragged along the way. From this distance he could not hear what was being said, but he suspected they were plotting something against him, and as such he moved his left arm to the hilt of a knife he had strapped to his thigh, the action being covered completely by his mantle. Sure he was probably taking his suspicions a little far, but it was this way he had survived for so long, by always expecting the worst. Everius had changed his focus from the Seraphos to the door now, for even if the Seraphos tried something, he'd be able to sense something was up and react, for the soulless jester however? Not a chance. Thus it was important for him to not lose sight of the thing should they send it to attack him, which he suspected to be the case when he once more walked into the tavern but this time disappeared up into the rafters, and though Everius did not move his head much, his eye was frantically trying to find the blasted thing, however without his cursed senses he was only capable of catching glimpses of the thing, before it was suddenly above him, hanging from a rope almost right in front of his face. For a moment, Everius face contorted into something which seemed to be either utter terror, or rage. It hardly mattered however for right as Jack finished speaking the black scale-like metal of Everius right arm impacted the side of Jack's head with the force of a sledgehammer. The action had shoved the right side of his mantle aside, completely showing his right arm which like the shoulder-plate was seemingly a scale-mail with spikes protruding from the elbow and back of his clawed gauntlet, however it shortly closed as he stood up at the same time and quickly began to stride toward the door of the tavern, with a big frown on his face as he shoved his way past Obsidious and disappeared into the street, though seemingly in the opposite direction of where Kero had been going. |
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| ~Fatalis Maximus~ | Nov 13 2009, 08:40 PM Post #140 |
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Jack's smile was stripped off his painted face by a forceful blow with a gauntlet, sending him bouncing across the bar, skidding across the countertop once before landing on the floor. As he began to land though, his mechanical mind corrected the error of unplanned flight, and he landed in a silent crouch. His face had a small dent in it, and a grimace adorned his face along with infurated features. He stood up slowly, the dent in his cheek causing him much distress as he walked back over to Obsidian. The man had disappeared into the street, and was beyond his vision. He looked at his former captor and spoke, "I am ready to move on when you are as well. The audience here clearly has no need for talent such as mine." Edited by Fatalis Maximus, Nov 13 2009, 08:41 PM.
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