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The Scian
Topic Started: 23 Mar 2008, 21:15 (1,789 Views)
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?

The Baron... The Baron... Ah yes, I remember starting that rumor. Easy way to divert attention and get rid of an enemy. He knew too much. Who can tell how much he remembers, but still, best not to take any chances.

"If the nobility believe him to be the cause of The Fall, he will surely be guarded. We must be careful. And anyway, with as many of us in one room as there are, you never know... Well, in any case, I suppose he's our best option." Vinar waited anxiously for a reply.
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Tears to Roses

Lucy had nothing to say, she hadn't been pursued- hunted like the rest of them. Evidently she was useless, or at least didn't pose a threat to anyone else. Hey, she'd take that if it meant getting out of this alive. Her eyes darted from one member to the next as they spoke about where they'd been and where they should go. She crossed her arms over her chest, holding them close to her body. It felt like The Scian again, this was fun.

"I don't care what we do, but count me in." She voiced up, glancing around with a large grin on her face. "I'm gonna kick the butt of the person who tore up my buddies."
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"Starting with this Baron seems to be a good enough idea. As for any additional information I can't think of any you wouldn't already know. I was sent out a few weeks before anything happened. Hell I didn't even get back in the country until a few weeks ago." Nex Paused, smiling inwardly at some of the more interesting trips he had had during his extended visit to the Eastern Kingdoms. He had spent a number of years there, longer then anyone else at this gathering, he guessed. Much of that time had been spent dealing with a seemingly endless number of men who wanted his head. " Though I do know quite a fair ammount about the Headhunters that are likely searching for us at this very moment." He looked over at Lucy, the only one he had really had a conversation with so far. "Sounds like at least one of us still has the energy to fight, and fighting sounds a whole lot better then having to wander around any more of these backwater towns. Count me in too."
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That crazy cat lady . . . man

"Ah-h-h," Liber clicked, "but have we let our skills slip over these years, has our prowess been neglected? Human beings can always improve themselves. This is one of the advantages they have over thinking machines." He paused, frowned. "But your histories . . . Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. As such have become increasingly scarce, I do not suppose that the ancient histories are much more than myth to most here."

It was in the Old World, many thousands of years ago. It was then known as the Golden Age, later, that of technology. Humans had invented machines, machines that could think for them, perform uncountable tasks. Because of them, people began to loose the need to think of their own. Of course, there was opposition. When these two philosophies collided, war ensued, consuming the entire planet in strife. In the end, the technology was in turn discarded; the great cities left to be buried in the deserts, deep underneath the ground, forever to rot. Humankind started again. It is today that we live as we do--a mercantile trade economy that all but rejects technology."

However, not all was lost, some vestiges of the Old World lived on, deep in the now uncharted deserts, those encompassed by the Great Mother Storms, those viewed uninhabitable. They are known as the Quel'Toror, a brotherhood of sorts, left apart from the world to practise in their arcane arts." He stopped to take a drink of water. "Why do I tell this to you, you ask? Over this past decade, I have devoted my studies to the histories of old, and have, in my turn, sought out this group. Their ways, over these untold lifetimes, have become somewhat occult, dark to say the least. However, valuable nonetheless."

To all those who consent to hunt down our betrayers and pursuers, I would first advise that we make a trip to this group; their training could prove to be a great asset, and I am sure that the most of us have, to some extent, let their own abilities diminish, if not simply to lack of need. We would certainly benefit from such a journey, and certainly, time is no object to us, for we are all yet youthful and after ten years, another more should hardly be worth concern." He finished, taking a seat at their host's small table. "I think that we are all in agreement on our goals, so if you will it, we shall set off with top speed. The desert is about a week's ride due south of here, the Caverns Quel'Tar another two day's.

((A little clarification I'd like to make--in the last sentence, "day's" is meant to be possessive as it is referring still to the length of the ride by horse. Just thought I'd clear that up for all the sticklers for grammatical perfection out there (so namely for my own benefit).))
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?

"Hmm... A training of sorts would certainly be welcome. I've done everything I can to keep my skills sharp, but there has been little left to do since the Fall. A practice of old skills, along with the possibility of learning new should be interesting to say the least. Well, that's my opinion anyway." Could this be easier? He chuckled inwardly.
Edited by G'reth, 13 Apr 2008, 09:43.
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"Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep."

Rosaline listened to the conversations, keeping quiet. She tried to analyze faces and make sure to remember names, so there wouldn't be any confusion later on. She waited for a pause before speaking up, her voice gentle, "I agree." She said simply, corresponding to Vinar's response, "I suppose it would be well to sharpen up our skills before we go see this Baron, although I'd have to bring out my old training outfits for that." She added, letting out a soft laugh. It had been widely known in the Scian that she was one of the few that managed to go about their assassination wearing a gown, if not the only one at all. That was one of the reasons she had been allowed to go on assassinations by herself; Rosaline looked and talked nothing like a murderer.
"I don't believe any of you would remember me well with this attire...it was rare back in my Scian times to be caught wearing something other than a flashy gown." She spoke, moving her eyes toward the small hallway that led to her room, as well as the others in the house. "I actually still have some of my old gowns...the ones that I managed to save, anyway." She smiled again, her large blue eyes turning back to look over at her guests. She wondered what they were thinking, what could possibly be gathering up in their minds about the current situation. It was strange, indeed...

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That crazy cat lady . . . man

((Come on people! Direct the plot. You've got just as much control over it as I, exercise some of it, will 'ya? XD Seriously, I've got no idea where this story is going to go; direct it where and how you will.))




"Eh, watch out, you're not the only one with good legs. You've yet to see me in my evening formal." Liber made an attempt to lighten the mood. Things always turned so serious with this cadre. He let a kirpan--a wide knife, curved up to a point--let slip from its sheath beneath his sleeve, fingered it gently. Turning to Rosaline, "Before we leave, are there any items you wish to bring with you? I would guess that the rest of us here have most everything we need as none of us have settled down anywhere any time recently." The kirpan found its way back to a sheath as he again stood, moving to the door.

"I'd suggest to only bring your weapons . . . if you've still got them. Otherwise, we'll want to stock on food, water. I saw a small farm on our way here. Nex, if you would come with me, we can see what supplies we can get from them. What say we meet by the southern gates in half hour's time?" He opened the door, waited. Such talk for so little action. You wonder how cruel the years have been to them.
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Dr. Jekyll... or Mr. Hyde?

((Admiral--let me know if this is to forward, but I'm trying to integrate character's roles and add to the plot. I don't mean to be controlling, but if I'm stepping out of bounds, let me know. Otherwise...))

Oh, I remember you. You nearly stopped the fall. We met face to face, though you didn't know it was me. I never forgot your nearly successful attempt to kill me. Outwardly, he betrayed none of his emotions. Rather, he responded, "Excellent, someone agrees with me! Well, anyway, before we go, I should probably take care of the flashy clothes I left in someone's house. Be back in a jiff!" He headed out towards the house where he changed. He sneaked in, after making sure the house was still empty, and grabbed his less practical garb. He buried them out behind the house (easy way to get rid of them, no?) and checked his person. Swords, knives, assorted vials, everything seemed to be in order. He then started towards the meeting spot.
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"Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep."

((G'reth- No, not at all! Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine with that. I was actually trying to find some way to integrate my character further into the plot, so, thank you! ;] ))

Rosaline watched him curiously; something about that man seemed so, so familiar...
She gave a soft, outward sigh before looking up at the remaining people in her home. "Well, I suppose I'll go change out of this attire into something that might jog some of your memories. I never really did mind standing out in the crowd." She bent her knees, giving them a small curtsey before trailing off towards the hallway, pausing once to turn and face them. "Look alive, chaps! I'll be back in a moment." She glanced at Liber and offered him a grin, turning back around to head towards her room.

Once inside, Rosaline put her hand over her chest, breathing quickly. "Why is it that I feel so nervous, and excited? Part of it has to do with this reunion, but there's something more..." She reached towards a closet, sliding open the wooden door and smiling gratefully at the gown that stared back at her. "We meet again." She said simply, letting out a soft chuckle before removing her petty server clothes and moving to fit on her gown. She was still in perfect shape to fit into it perfectly, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. She reached up, removing the tie that kept her hair up and allowed the cascade of rich, chocolate color to flow down her shoulders in soft, wavy curls.

She moved to grab the slippers out of the bottom of her closet, setting them carefully on her feet and curling the silk ribbons around her leg. She did the same with the remaining one, and then moved back to her dresser, opening the smallest cabinet at the bottom. She ran her fingers gently over the weapons, smiling once before quickly adjusting them onto her dress, in her underdressings, and even fit two small, thin knives into the pockets that had been made for them in her slippers. They were basically invisible, and even Rosaline could barely feel them when she walked.

She brushed her hair quickly, grabbing the few necessities she would need and putting them in her bag. Her emergency money she strapped onto her legs, on a soft, durable cloth that was connected to the top of her dress. As complicated as her outfit was, Rosaline had gotten quite used to it and, now, even enjoyed wearing it once again. Boy, she had missed the old days...
She pocketed the remaining coins into a woven pocket on her dress, finally leaving the room with a handbag full of things she could possibly need. As she emerged from the hallway, she glanced up from between curled lashes and smiled, holding out her hands. "You'll never believe it, but I've got everything I need. All my weapons were made to be held on my attire...that's why I would always wear it." She gave a small grin, holding up the bag that contained some bottles of water and a few pieces of fruit. "There's a small farm a small ways away from here - I assume that's the one you saw, Liber - if you want to stock up on anything. I've brought enough for myself, I don't eat much, but frequently." She said, hoping her statement wasn't too confusing.

"Alright, I'm ready. With this, all will be taken care of for me." She grabbed a folded piece of paper from her sleeve, using her gloved hands. She held it up before moving to set it on the table, behind Liber. She let out a relieved sigh as she set it down, almost as if claiming her freedom. "There. Now, I'm assuming that if Vinar doesn't come back here, he's shown up at the same alley we all joined in before. Does someone else need to grab anything? Food, money...?" She moved her sapphire eyes towards the others, offering a gentle smile. It was hard to believe that she had ever hurt anyone in her life, especially with that expression.
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Nex nodded to Liber, "Alright, I'll meet you at the southern gate in half an hour. Give me some time to prepare..." He stopped as Rosaline emerged from the hallway, his train of thought suddenly interrupted. He looked her over with an experienced eye, the change of clothes bringing back memories of the only assassin he had ever met who wore a dress that often. A wave of nostalgia hit him, followed quickly by anger at the traitors who had caused the fall.

He bit his tongue to hold back several comments which sprung to mind, trying not to offend anyone with his coarse language. Years of being alone on the road and in bar rooms had taught him curses in half a dozen languages, some joking but many were 'colorful' enough as to turn the air around the speaker blue. ((Really old reference here.)) Instead he simply smiled and turned for the door. “Not to be rude but I must tend to some matters.”

After leaving the house he began a systematic search of the area, looking for a face that he recognized that might tell him whether they were being followed or whether anyone even knew they were alive. In fifteen minutes he had covered half of the small town, finding none of the more influential headhunters that would likely spell trouble. At least thats something to be thankful for. Still he wasn't going to take any chances with all of them here at once, and he continued his search working his way towars the southern gate.
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