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| Topic Started: Mar 18 2008, 12:42 PM (850 Views) | |
| ~Alkarii~ | May 28 2008, 11:57 PM Post #11 |
G.A.T.E.
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Too close, he thought. He damn near saw me. Can't go making mistakes like that, not on this job, and not with my reputation. When his mark had turned around and scanned the area, he lowered himself to the ground and hid in an illusion, blending in with the terrain just enough to be practically invisible from more than a stone's throw away. He remained still for a few moments after the man turned away and continued on the road. There was no mistaking it, this guy was definately heading for the city. Too close to be going anywhere else. And his pace was doubled. Spooked. Probably saw him, or something else. Not good, he decided as he took off down the hillside, keeping his mark in his sights. There was still some distance between them, and he needed to close much of it before they got to the city, or else he stood a chance of losing his mark. Though, it was probably better if he got to the city first, so that any possible hassle with the guards would shorten the distance between them instead of stretching it. Sprinting wasn't a problem, as he had always kept himself in top physical shape. Stealth wasn't a problem either, since he was one of the best assassins in the kingdom. No, the real challenge now was sprinting stealthily over uneven ground in the open, in broad daylight. Not a choice time to practice it, but it would have to do. His mark was staying on the winding path, while he went as straight a line as was possible, gaining some advantage in the unannounced race. Because the road weaved back and forth, he was able to cut across the path behind his mark, up a ridge, over a small gulley, and across the road ahead of his mark before his mark had come around the bend. It was a little risky taking his eyes off his mark, but it wasn't likely to be a problem in the middle of the day, when it was too easy to be seen. Besides, from the information he was given on his mark, he wouldn't need to worry. In just a few minutes, he managed to overtake the farmer he saw earlier and came within sight of the city gates. He took a brief pause to catch his breath, then lowered his hood as he approached the guards on duty. "State your business, stranger!" The guard on the left ordered. Older man, probably in his late thirties. Possibly showing the younger guard on the right how things were done. "I'm on official business," he said, using an aristocratic tone as he produced papers bearing a signature of some importance. "Though, I'm sure you already knew that, given that you were here when I left." "Sorry, sir. Just doing my job," the guard said, not too happy about being outsmarted so easily as he stepped aside to allow him through. |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jun 4 2008, 12:10 PM Post #12 |
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Amaranth turned suddenly, feeling the weight of someone’s stare on him, but found no one gazing upon him with any particular interest, indeed, it seemed as though people were a little too normal. The Kitsune paused for a moment before chuckling, the path of paranoia was not a wise one, especially at the moment. He could chase shadows later. After dinner he stepped outside and felt the moist but cool air against his skin. Although he had meant to meander about aimlessly, he felt himself being pulled, rather than fight it however, he let it lead him. Just as fire would follow a trail of oil, or a dying man toward the path of the next life, Amaranth let himself be led along the busy streets. He then heard a small, bearded human, no, a Dwarf, call out. “Show yer face” he said, well, if that wasn’t an indicator, nothing was. Amaranth slipped his mask off and hung it at his belt before approaching Ian. He too seemed rather calm about the Dwarf’s tossing. “Good day” he said, bowing so low and gracefully that his nose nearly touched the ground. “I am-“ he winced before continuing with his full title. “I am Anrakki-Amaranth, a Kitsune and the High Fire Priest of the Serafos.” He sat down so that he was at a respectable level with the shorter man. “Tell me, do you believe in destiny?” |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jun 4 2008, 06:23 PM Post #13 |
The Other Guy
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It took a remarkably long time to reach the capital of the water kingdom, with the path leading to it taking a great many twists and turns around various mounds, boulders and ridges to reach the gates. After about half an hour of traveling uphill the city stood just before the priest, just inside the aged gates he could see a mass of people swarming the streets, with various people attempting to push and cut unsuccessfully through the tide of citizens and peasants. Sighing inwardly he headed for the gate, and was almost instantly blocked by a young guard, who seemed to be half heartedly leveling a spear at him, “Business!?” the guard nearly yelled in what could almost pass for commanding voice. The Guard was clearly inexperienced, and had most likely been ordered to follow an example from a more experience member of his unit. Reaching into his robes Magnus, drew the icon he had recently been using in his prayer and replied “I wish to visit the water Water Temple in this city.” “For what reason?!” “That is a private matter, now please let me pass” Magnus continued impatiently, it would most likely have saved him a lot of trouble by simply answering that he wished to pray for guidance, but he had been traveling for the last few days and was not in a patient mood, and who was this upstart guard to start demanding answers from him anyway. The guard lowered his weapon fully at Magnus, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the second guard, a clearly older and more experienced man rise to his feet, picking up his spear which had been resting against the wall next to him. “For what reason?” the guard repeated, this time with a somewhat threatening tone in his voice, Magnus raised his hands in a non-threatening gesture and was about to answer when he realized that the guard was now looking down at his waist, The hilt of the priest’s weapon was jutting out from the folds of his robes. Aware of how this must appear, Magnus was about to open his mouth to answer the guard’s unasked question when the young man’s hand shot out for the hilt. A split second later there was a loud crunching noise followed by a piercing scream as the bones and in guard’s hand and forearm almost shattered from the shockwave that ran up it. Instinctively, Magnus reached forwards to try and help the guard then had to leap back just as a spear was thrust at him from the older man. Cursing the lack of intelligence in either of the men he grabbed the spear’s shaft and thrust it back at the guard driving him backwards, then sprinted past the wounded man and into the city. Realizing that the members of the crowd how had been closest to the scream would no doubt attempt to stop him, Magnus ran down a nearby side passage and out of sight. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Jun 28 2008, 07:15 AM Post #14 |
Ing Freak
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"Alright, I be lookin fer three priests. If yer ere fer the other Kingdoms, ye best show yer face." Echoed over the market area, it was obvious to Azarias that the voice was amplified by something, and by the sound of it it was a dwarf who caused it. Probably a earth priest, perfect. Knowing the direction the shout had come from Azarias made his way towards it, after about two minutes of pushing through the crowds of the city he could make out a group of dwarves around a bunch of crates, infront of them stood the kitsune he had seen earlier in the tavern. 'Was my suspicions correct? I guess there is only one way to find out.' He thought as he approached the group casually. He did not make any attempts to appear like if he was hiding, instead he stood completely open with his arms crossed over his chest like if waiting, and stood silent a few meters from the group, facing them. He was wanting to see if they were who he thought they might be, and if they were, he did not want them to believe he was spying on them if they managed to see him sneaking around. OOC: Blaaaargh! |
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| ~Alkarii~ | Jun 28 2008, 06:35 PM Post #15 |
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He watched the priest enter a side alley, then followed. Upon entering the alley, he threw another illusion upon himself, then climbed onto the roof of one of the buildings and kept ahead of the priest, watching him carefully. It was his guess that the priest wasn't used to traveling, or else he'd have told the guard that even a priest needed to carry a weapon these days. If he had told the guards that, they'd have allowed him through, though they'd have kept a close eye on him. The trade off was that he wouldn't have to sneak around a back alley where all sorts of criminals hung out. Like that mugger around the corner. F***K! He didn't have much time to react, but a second was all he needed. In that second, he had pulled a bladed disc from his belt and flung it. The disc passed across the man's throat and stuck into a wooden crate next to him. He tapped the blade's empty sheath, and it suddenly reappeared there, free of blood as the man's body fell across the priests path. It was about that time that he heard the shouting about priests on the main street. Great... best way to draw the wrong attention. Still on the roof, he moved closer to the front street. He scanned the area, and while most of the locals just walked by with either a passing glance or none at all, one man stood there out in the open, watching them quietly. It would have been nice if they had the same employer, but he didn't want to take that chance. |
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| ~Darthanis Galbraith~ | Jul 9 2008, 03:09 PM Post #16 |
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"Oye! we've a runnuh!" Came a chorus of shouts from the city wall. The burly man who had lead the alarm pointed down an alley way at the fleeing brown robed figure. "The blighter smashed murray's arm and hauled his smelly monk arse double quick! Don't let 'im get away lads, he's blood to pay!" And with that the guards of the city began pouring through the streets looking for the brown robed man. Ian was sitting on the ground, arms folded when the Kitsune had approached him, identifying himself as the high priest of the Seraphos. Ian's smile almost split his face in two at the news and leapt promptly to his feet. Clapping his guards on the back with enough force to rattle their helmets loose the inpatient dwarf roared "Thats how ye call a meetin!" The stubby priest looked to the now sitting Kitsune., who dispite his efforts was about as tall as the now standing Ian. Sweeping his beard aside the dwarf returned the bow. Normally dwarves were not known for bowing but Ian's experience from the Prime Earth Temple had taught him the manners of a few different cultures. “Tell me, do you believe in destiny?” The dwarf raised a bushy eyebrow at the Kitune's question and he mouthed the words as he thought up an answer. "Aye, that I do. But I believe destiny only calls to some. And seein how you're ere, I guess that some would be us." The dwarf scratched his head, and grumbled at his wording. "Well longears-" The dwarf said crossing his burly arms "-Lets you an I stand around ere a bit more an see whoelse crawls out o the woodwork." |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Aug 3 2008, 03:36 PM Post #17 |
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As he stormed down the ruined alleyway, Magnus realized that a very loud cheer had come up from behind him followed by the very distinct thunder of footfalls. Cursing both his luck and his pride repeatedly, only to step back again as a man stepped out in front of him then toppled forwards face first onto the dirt. His heart skipped a beat when he realized that the man had a gleaming metal disk embedded into his neck, as Magus very briefly squatted down he realized that the corpse itself was still gripping a crude dagger in one hand, most likely a thug or mugger. And people still wonder why I try to avoid these places. Magnus rose up at the sound of rapidly approaching and was about to run when he stopped himself, stealing was frowned upon by the church but that was only when the man was alive and Magnus was short of money. Quickly ripping a money filled pouch off the man’s belt he once again dashed off away from his pursuers. Less than a second later there were a number of angry yells from his pursuers along the lines of “he’s bloody killed someone now!!” “He was like that when we got there!” Magnus yelled back in as serious a voice as he could manage while running, as much as it would help him. Just as Magnus reached a turning into another alleyway, yet another guard dived out from behind the corner and stabbed out with a battered sword aimed at the priest’s head, ducking under the weapon Magnus continued his charge forwards bringing up his staff and driving it into the man’s stomach. The blow was deadened by the chainmail the guard was wearing, but it still had enough force to drive the man backwards causing him to crash into the wall behind him. Briefly stumbling from the sudden impact Magnus made another turn trying to find his way back into the crowds, it was risky but unlike here where they would eventually catch him he at least had a small chance of losing them in a seething mass of people. At least that was what he hoped anyway. OOC: Sorry for the short post, I’m having to focus on Photography work at the moment. |
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| ~Earthflame~ | Aug 10 2008, 09:31 AM Post #18 |
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Xaridan walked like a leaf on the wind. He drifted, seemingly lazily, and yet his path seemingly intuitively sought out the shortest and easiest ways. Any who saw him would be confused, by the elven priest walking, eyes closed, yet seemingly sure each footfall would not bring him harm. His path was periodically marked by spirals in the dust and dirt, signs of his prayers to Coel. As he journeyed, his mind cleared. he had entrusted himself to the guidance of the wind, and by its grace it led his way. as he avoided catastrophe or confrontation for day after day, his confidence grew. the wind really had chosen him. Now, all he had to do was prove himself worthy of this choosing. His first sight of the city of water caused him to stop, and stare for a few minutes, taking in the view, but also the currents of wind. they reacted strangely, and seemed heavy with rain, although at this time none poured. Just outside the gates of the city, Xaridan stopped, setting down his pack. He raised his staff, and moved into a stance, then started to dance. A spinning, chaotic dance, his robes, limbs and staff moving in many directions, flying around like dust in a tornado. he chanted prayers to Coel, the wind condensing around him and filling him with strength and vigor in his purpose. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped, and approached the guards at the entrance. "Greetings, I am Father Starbough, an elven priest on official business. I have been sent to this city by my church, and i request you do not delay my passage" |
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| ~beflexor~ | Aug 22 2008, 03:09 PM Post #19 |
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(OOC: The Diaries of an Emo Kitsune :B ) Amaranth reached up and touched his orange-red furry ears that seemed to pop up out of his matching color hair, while not quite as long an elf’s, they still had a largish quality to them and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the Dwarf’s fleshy, rounded pair. A ripple spread through the air and the Kitsune let out a small whimper. Even after being attuned to death and war for so long, he had never gotten used to it. His hands curled into fists and he felt his nails biting deep in his palms. Amaranth closed his eyes as his breathing became slow and rhythmic, trying to focus his power on just what had happened. There were too many people however, and this own, petty squabbles drowned out whatever had happened. The feeling soon passed, as death had not proceeded the event. The Kitsune reached an arm up, wiping the sweat that trickled down his brow, before another wave hit, this time, with the cold grip of a life that had ended. His vision paled for a moment, the bright blue sky becoming a teal-grey, the stones of the city’s walkways fading until they were black. Something brushed past Amaranth and he bit his lower lip to keep form making a sound, another something shoved him aside more forcefully and it was like a series of icy needles stabbed him where he’d been touched. Amaranth’s breath faltered, cut off, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned his vision up to Magnus as he made his way through the crowd. He could feel that the individual had something to do with all the fighting in the area, and possibly even the death, but there was no saying whether he had been the instigator, a very close by witness, or even the crafter of the weapons that bit and tore. Something about this human screamed war, battle, death. He was like a candle in a dark room, and Amaranth was an unwilling moth to the flame. Flame. The Kitsune called up his powers of fire and held them close, trying to drown out the frigidity of his ki ability. The two kinds of magic inside him fought for a moment before inevitably meshing into the dark fire he was accustomed to. While they didn’t cancel each other out, his powers lessened the effect of the other. Amaranth eventually snapped his attention back to the real world, though his dark green eyes still had a glassy look about them. He tried to find whomever it was he detected before and found, gratefully, that he couldn’t. With that out of the way, he turned to the Dwarf and forced a smile. “Is it always this exciting here?” |
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