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Post by rhia on Oct 10, 2007 14:57:10 GMT -5
The cool air whipped across the even colder skin on her forehead as she gently slapped the reins on the wagon, willing the horses to continue. Too long on the road had nearly left one lame and the other barely dragging enough energy to carry it's weight, let alone the wagons. The gypsy finally pulled them to a stop and looked up, almost too close to the wall for her liking. She was headed north.
The travel back from Myrkridia had not been a kind one on time or patience and then to arrive in rain? She looked ahead to see the sparring field outside of the castle covered in a dark grey cloud. It figured. It couldn't be a sunny return.
Rhia pushed the red hair that had become plastered to her forehead off it and began pulling the horses to the side of the road. One more day on the road never hurt a gypsy... especially if she was already dead.
Only a week and a half since the fourth War, but it seemed like so much longer already. The days seemed to drag by since. It probably didn't help that the weather was as ever-changing as it could be. Travelling from the castle had been slow going for the gypsy as she had so much to haul and she had no need to hurry north as the men did to defend their land in the North from Night's Watching claiming it.
Rhia sighed and looked over the goods in her wagon, wondering which one could procur her pass through the wall. Being an ambassador never seemed to suit her, but funny how she'd been stuck in such a position.
As her mood soured over the though of losing more merchandise for her toll, the rain suddenly hit her. "Dammit all..." she cursed and hopped in the wagon, covering herself in it and hoping the horses would be fine in the downpour. She lit a lantern and hung it from the hook in the ceiling. If she had to stay for the night, at least she had light.
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Post by Tormir on Oct 10, 2007 16:51:53 GMT -5
Hmmmmmmmmm. Well IDK what this is but I wanna type a thingummy too. Here goes.
As the days last light fell lighting the backs of the trees and casting long shadows on the ground, one man thrived on the darkness to come. Others viewed it as a sickness, said they were "good" and damned him as evil. Tormir didn't care what they said. He had disobeyed the laws he had choosen to uphold. For it he had paid the price. Once an earth God, powers druidic in nature and skills in combat undeniably strong, he had been immortal. Until he met her.
It had been this agent of chaos that had swayed his reason. Until then he had stayed his hand, had not been to War. But that had all changed. He had went from being neutral to fighting the forces of "evil" such as it were. Thats when the elders had turned him. Being undead wasn't so bad. But he couldn't function as well by day and the simple fact that those annoying little clerics tryed to turn him. Those pompus paladins thought they could destroy him and win. He was nigh invincible and still atune with the earth for death is part of the earth as is life. He had all the senses of an animal and reflexes to match. He heard a slight rustle in the leaves and felt a break in the cool night breeze that he could suprisingly feel. He sniffed and caught a faint whiff of cloves mixed with the coyingly sweet smell of honey. So she had come again. But from the tremors he felt she wasn't alone.
He hefted his hammer and snatched the short sword from his belt. He'd be a damned fool to not expect trouble. After all, wasn't it her sweet and venomous tongue that had turned him into this? He slowly turned and found himself face to face with one of the most abomnible creatures known to all the races, living and dead, who are of the earth. A Dire Winter Wolf, its jaws plated and cast of iron and talons of silver. This one was clearly favored by the Dark Lady. On its massive back sat she, the one who had influenced him so. "So you've come to collect your due, you bi-". The wolf spat its breath on him, freezing him solid before he could finish.
He stood there, rage burning in his eyes. He was angered by his helplessness. Unable to move or barely draw breath he was stuck there. "You really are a damn fool for a so called God. I was sent to kill you and could do so now. But I think I'd rather let you stay here and live out your petty existance as a block of ice. Fare you well." With that she turned and rode away into the coming night. He would wait. There was always time. And he could put out a mental plea to a certain death knight who would certainly answer and aid him. Even if it cost him. He could wait. The one thing that never stopped was time. Or could it? And would the knight answer? Or would some good unit find him and a upstart paladin finally end his pityful existance? Only time would tell.
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Post by Raikes on Oct 10, 2007 23:27:43 GMT -5
"Damned rain!" Candy looked to the sky, shaking under the cloak that had become soaked through, it was cold. She was wet, and she was late. Always late, never ceased getting into trouble for it, always. Trouble this Trouble that. Trouble this way, trouble over there...it was all moot. She was now stuck with the ones who caused a lot of trouble, she'd been sent south on an errand, and she had went on that errand. Didn't think that it was gonna rain this damn much. She was a human amongst some dark things that scared her to her core. She'd seen innocents burnt, and surprisingly she had screamed at the top of her lungs to throw it into the fire. Such was the chaos that surrounded her.
She'd adopted that, as a sort of title now, Chaos Candy...sweet anarchy. That was her life, she traveled with the band of death that served an evil god of some sort or another, she cared not who or what they worshiped...they as people weren't always so bad, they allowed her to pretty much do as she pleased provided she didn't run away...like she could get away from those hounds of death. She saw a small light through the trees, another traveler on these god forsaken mud pits that were called roads in dryer times. She pulled off her hood, and moved her soaked black hair out of her face, and prepared to hail the traveler, perhaps they had someplace she could sleep for the evening, even if it was under the wagon, at least it would be some shelter from the rain.
"Hail Traveler!" She called in a voice that she hoped would call out over the rain. She would appear out of the gloom, a traveler from the Marshes that was human...and alive...hmm. She was pale and soft, but a dancer shouldn't be forced to work in the fields, she may be dressed in barbarian leather instead of the silks she'd been bred for, but that was her lot in this life, she hoped her next would see her better.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 3:30:12 GMT -5
The clouds casted over the moon and the air smelled of night soil. The pale dread lord stood on a hill cloak wisping in the wind with rune blade glowing in hand. "thrak-...narbai...-izish ..." Black speech whispered in Skeith's Mind. Skeith knew this was a call for help from his lich Tormir. His eyes glowed a pale blue as he took one last look at the shrouded moon. "My blade hungers..." Skeith threw himself onto his Nightmare and rode off to save his servant.
The rain started to fall as Skeith drew closer to Tormir. The demonic steed's hoofs made a wet slap as they hit the muddy path. As Skeith rode by the few people that called these wastelands home, they ran to hide in their straw and mud homes. One person did not hide but stood gazing at him right in the way of his warpath. He pulled on his reigns hard to stop from running the poor whelp over. A young beautiful woman with long dark hair drenched to the bones looked at him with amazement. "Why do you not run like the rest of the cowards? Is death what you wish wench? Then look no further you have found him..." Skeith said with a cold unnatural tone.
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Post by rhia on Oct 11, 2007 7:17:59 GMT -5
Rhia looked out at the voice, her hand faltering slightly as she hung the lantern. She watched it fall to the floor of the wagon and quickly grabbed it up, cursing her luck. She couldn't handle another wagon fire. Not this close to the wall. She looked out and saw the girl standing in the rain. As she made a gesture to invite her in, she looked down the road, making sure there was no one with her. An unweary merchant had many times been made the guest of an ambush. From the smell on the winds and the look at the girl, it seemed genuine. Rhia grabbed her small kris dagger just in case.
"You may come in if you come alone..." she called out, then turned back to the wagon. The silken padded benches were overloaded with the blades she had been meaning to sell. She reached a hand over and cleared all of them into a box which she shoved under her own seat. Turning behind her, she grabbed her linen towels and a few blankets down. It seemed she may have a bunkmate for the night.
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Post by Raikes on Oct 11, 2007 11:47:15 GMT -5
Candy stepped closer, holding open her cloak and out her arms, as to show the inside of the cloak and its contents, she wasn't allowed to be armed. She'd tried to hurt a few of the Army when she'd been allowed an eating dagger, so she wasn't allowed to carry any sort of weapon any longer, which was just as well for a slave. Now she used carved shells for cutting meats and things. "Thank you, M'lady. I am Candy." She replied, getting closer and shrugging off the rain soaked cloak and trying to figure out what to do with it as the raid started to soak the leather she was wearing even more.
She climbed up into the wagon, staying near the back and trying to wring the water out of her cloak outside at least as much as she could. It was never proper to leave a mess in someone's home when they were putting you up for the night. That she'd kept from her dancer training, and it paid off well when you were now slave. Always paid to be meek when they spoke to you and never meet their eyes, that was usually a bad idea. "I travel alone, these god forsaken roads...but when you need to get North," she shrugged, as if to say it's what has to be done.
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Oct 11, 2007 11:47:38 GMT -5
Mehran looked on, a smirk on her face. She'd watched the showdown between the ice god and his scorned lady. Hells hath no fury such as.... She let the thought trail off. Apparently, it was true; Mehran had had no idea that any creature in this world possessed such terrible wrath and yet, such awesome power. Her thoughts were forced back to her own djinneyeh, and she suddenly realized that Pyra couldn't alone be in the possession of such supernatural gifts. "Interesting," she mumbled.
She didn't know what had drawn her so far north; she had promised herself she would never revisit this barren wasteland of ice and snow so long as she breathed air into her body. More than any other location in the world, she hated the Wall and the areas around it. The reasons abounded, really, but most had to do with how she had been treated on her "vacation" to the monstrous formation. Mehran would yet see the Wall fall.
From behind her, she heard the sounds of hooves, galloping. And yet, it was rather unlike any horse she'd ever heard. The sound was hollow, not the same reverberance the usual trot held for the wary listener. An echo of ice pinging off more ice was sound; the ting-tink was apparent to anyone taking the time to listen. Mehran grew worried, but let no concern show on her face. She turned slowly to the sound of cold breath on colder air.
"Why do you not run like the rest of the cowards? Is death what you wish, wench? Then look no further; you have found him..." The words seemed to permeate her being, tightening her chest and freezing her ever-quick thoughts. For the barest moment, she had no words.
The moment was over quickly.
"Death is not such a simple braggart to announce his presence. Death, the sweet angel of eternity, speaks no words, but simply embraces one into his endless world. I have seen the edge of Death, cold one, and I have no wish to return any time soon." Mehran looked up at the rider's face. It was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember from where. And rightfully so, she had seen many, many faces in her months since her ejection from the North. "Get thee away from me, scavenger of darkness and frost." She kept her gaze locked onto the death knights', unknowing of how close she was to death for the second time.
The genie's bottle grew warm and shook at her hip.
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Post by rhia on Oct 11, 2007 12:03:20 GMT -5
(I didn't realize Candy was who you were referring to.. sorry Skeith. ) Rhia eyed the girl a moment and tossed a towel to her. "North you say? Why North?" Her accent seemed to have kicked in more so than normal, the r's rolling incredibly too long. The cold did it to her. Of course, as a member of the Northern Realm, she had special interest in why someone would travel there. "Someone to visit, mayhap?" She turned again to the lantern, securing it to the roof once more and looking casually at the girl, confused by the armor worn on her person. She looked to delicate for that, the build not of a fighter, but of a entertainer, something Rhia recognized immediately, being one herself. Rhia spoke on without waiting on reply as she tended to do when being cautious. "Candy's an interesting name... I'm Rhia, though most know me by more demeaning names." Rhia, sick of messing with her hair finally tied with a ribbon behind her. She head out her cold hand, waiting for a response.
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Post by Raikes on Oct 11, 2007 12:19:45 GMT -5
((btw, she's not wearing armor persay, her clothes are just made out of leather a skirt and top set...I'll get pics eventually))
"I live rather far north, I travel to the Dead Marshes, home as it were." She replied, looking down, before using the towel on her hair and person quickly, though the leather was still wet at least she wasn't as so any longer. She'd treated this set of leather so that it wouldn't get wet in a light storm, but not in this sort of downpour. She wrapped the towel around her, trying to get the leather to dry off a bit by using the towel, also worked to warm her up since she'd been wet to the bone as it were.
"Good to meet you Rhia, and thank you for the kind compliment." She dipped her head in response, and reached forward and took the offered hand, not quite used to shaking hands...it had been a while since anyone had shown her that she was worth the time. The camp called her Slave, some called her beautiful, they just didn't have time to remember her name, which was fine she supposed, there wasn't much to be done about it anyways, but still once in a while it would be nice. "Where are you traveling so late in the night Rhia? Do you go North as well?"
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 12:20:37 GMT -5
"I can't seem to figure if you're just stupid or sharp tongued to be talking to me in that way whelp. Skeith reached up and pulled his hood off of his face. Mehran flinched for a moment when she saw Skeith's ghostly skin and white blank eyes. He gave her a glare, questioning to himself Why haven't I just cut this fool down and returned to my agenda?
Mehran pulled herself together and smiled in the face of fear. "You think you scare me death knight? I have webs that will even catch the likes of you." Mehran said trying to bluff the ghastly rider. She clinched her djinneyeh's bottle tightly, knowing she may need to call upon her servant. The nightmare snorted breaking a cold moment between the two crossed travelers.
"Bold you are to threaten me, I guess animals do nip when when they are cornered. Skeith smiled wickedly and in a flash pointed the tip of his rune blade to Mehran's throat. A blood drop trickled onto the blade as it made a prick.
The sword's ancient runes glowed an demonic blue for they have hungered and the call had seemed to been answered...
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Post by rhia on Oct 11, 2007 12:39:44 GMT -5
Rhia watched the girl, wondering who had made her so meek. The handshake had been rather reluctant. She wasn't used to her quiet type. She shook her head slightly and looked out at the storm still going on. "I travel where I'm needed... I know the dead marshes well. I have a few friends there though I've never heard your name..." Rhia ruffled her hair with one hand and stoked the coals in her small stove in the back. The wagon was getting warmer than the outside finally. "Why would you be travelling alone? I could see no reason for a girl who looks like you not be able to find a compani..."
Rhia stopped in the middle of her sentence, a blue glow entering her wagon from the rear. A member of the wraiths was used to such of hue of glow. She pushed Candy from the back, a little rougher than she may have meant, but with the intention of getting between the smaller girl and whatever was the cause.
She looked out, thinking she saw what was a familiar face behind the blue and another familiar one with its back to her. "What the.."
Rhia jumped from the back of the wagon and looked out from the awning at the sword held up in the darkness.
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Oct 11, 2007 15:10:00 GMT -5
Mehran's own blood graced the tip of the sword, but she held only a smile for her now-captor. The smile was not sugar; filled with spice and danger, it was, and she held it, the perfect smirk. She recognized him now, of course: it was Skeith. Apparently, the battle with Martus had not left him dead as it should have. She should have known; Martus rarely finished off his men. He was weak in that way. "This may be the sweetest and best blood that's ever fell upon thy sword, Skeith. Relish it." Mehran never was one to keep her wise-acre comments to herself.
A rustle in the distance meant someone was watching. Mehran had seen the Gypsy go by, but had not followed, because of the more interesting battle between the now-frozen god and his lady of wrath. Mehran intended to find out the story behind that; if she couldn't extort someone with it, she could still perhaps earn gold retelling the tale. Meanwhile, however, she wasn't doing any investigation with Skeith's sword to her throat. The temptation to call Pyra was strong...but she didn't want to reveal her ace-in-the-hole until she absolutely needed to. And the point had not reached critical mass yet. Not while the Gypsy looked on.
"Do you hear that, dead one? Someone wicked this way looks," she said, punning on a popular phrase by a famous poet. "Dare you to be caught again? The realm has punished you once; again would be a slight overkill, perhaps?" She wasn't sure yet if she dared dart away. She had no doubt that if she could get away from the sword, she could get away completely. Wildling skills had stuck with her, even after she fled from the Wall.
"Silence." He pushed the sword further into her throat, but he also glanced away. Mehran saw his eyes, scanning for the Gypsy, and knew that her moment of escape had come. She finally kept her mouth shut and ran the opposite way, into the darkness of the cold, rainy forest. The spell that Pyra had put over her cloak made it seem to blend into the dark green and black surroundings, and so Mehran was afforded a temporary protection. Chances were, however, that Skeith, in his new form, would be able to see through such things, and especially so with that new, magical sword of his. "This mundane life seems to be becoming more and more charmed."
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 15:39:02 GMT -5
Skeith threw his attention back to the big mouthed wench to find her gone."That little whore! Where did she run off to?!" Skeith said with aggravation in his voice. "How did she know my name or worse my betrayer?" He felt the power of his sword's necrotic energy flowing into his body. Inside his mind he saw the eye...the eye never reveled who he or it was but Skeith knew this is what gave him life in his death. For that he was it's servant.
"...Skeith, my forsaken servant, you must have that gypsy tell you where the new evil lies. There you will be able to destroy my enemy and I can rule unmatched. Go my servant and deal my ill will..." The eye spoke in Skeith's mind. Skeith looked the gypsy dead in the eyes and threw his hand out with a blue eerie glow.
Two villagers that were looking out at the event suddenly started to yell and moan. They began ripping their skin and flesh from their bones. The men were now undead servants of the death knight and ran at Rhia with haste. The gypsy was not stupid though she had spent much time on the roads alone. Rhia pulled out twin daggers ready to cut the heads off of the minions.
She was ready for a battle and was not gonna be taken with out a fight...
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Post by rhia on Oct 11, 2007 15:52:44 GMT -5
Rhia looked at the villagers and lowered her brow, narrowing her eyes. She took a deep breath in and leaned forward, ready to run at the men. Then she dropped back to a more relaxed position(why run?), tossing the daggers up and grabbing each by the tip of the blade. With what seemed a nonchalant toss, she watched each embed its self to the hilt in their foreheads. Rhia was slow sometimes, but she'd heard what Mehran had said.
"Skeith...? What the hell happened to you?"
She straightened up and brushed off her skirt, which did little good in the rain. She looked forward at him once more, her eyes narrowing again.
"I know that look on your face. I've seen it many times, but never from you.. a.. a paladin..."
She took one small step forward.
"Wha... what happened?"
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 16:04:27 GMT -5
Skeith smirked at Rhia's skill with her daggers. He also smirked at the death of the poor fools he had made intro monsters. "A paladin, that was long ago, before I found the shadows and was a fool following the light." Skeith said wth a disgusted look on his face. "Now I serve the will of the eye. He has called out to me and asked for the loation of a dark lord... A dark lord named Kratos." Skeith paused giving Rhia a chance to think on that name, Kratos. "What will it be gypsy, I know your fingers run deep for you are a traveler. You know where he sleeps and I must know it's location. Name your price..."
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