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Post by rhia on Oct 11, 2007 16:08:32 GMT -5
Rhia laughed, putting her hands on her hips. "Lord Kratos? You seek Lord Kratos to appease your friend... blinky?" She laughed again and looked at him once more. "You really think you would carry the kinda money it takes to buy me off? You must be joking. If you want the Lord Kratos, you would owe me more than you could possibly have, Skeith."
Rhia looked in the general vicinity of the woods which Mehran had disappeared too. "Were you trying to find that out from her too, or was she just in the way?"
Rhia turned her back and went back to her wagon, pulling her horses from teh side of the road.
"I'm heading north on this path.. if you wish to find Kratos.. perhaps you should think on what you could possibly have worth my time... Ya!" Rhia sat in the seat watching as the refreshed horses now took off slowly, pulling the muddy wheels from teh ground and off towards the North.
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Post by Tormir on Oct 11, 2007 16:18:57 GMT -5
And Tormir sat, still frozen, and waited his master, of who his power nearly rivaled. He had great power but was so young he did not have the experience of Skeith. Therefore he served him in return for training. He pleaded with his lord again.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 17:21:19 GMT -5
Skeith watched the gypsy woman ride off, he felt dumb and belittled. He regained his strong powerful posture and glanced over to where Mehran had been hiding. Skeith smirked and said "Watch your back girl, you'll never know what's watching in the shadows... He pulled his hood up and tugged the reigns on his mighty steed. The horse reared up and with ghasly scream taking off like hell fire.
Skeith rode off to the north, setting out back on task. What other strange folk might he encounter from his past in the near future. It could be worst, maybe a new danger...
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 11, 2007 20:04:14 GMT -5
The snow blew so heavy that he could not see the road any longer. He had to pull off somewhere. A light twinkled in the distance through the blinding snow. As he rode closer to the light it became clearer that it was a small tavern for weary souls. He dismounted and approached the door. He creeked it open with an eerie slow motion.
Inside where dirty farmers and msfits of the sort. They avoided eye contact because Skeith let out an unnatural aura into the air. He would sit at an empty table in the corner till the snow settled down. A young woman in a cloak approached him...
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Oct 12, 2007 7:19:23 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Mehran came out of hiding. Once again, she'd managed to save her own tail by not playing the hero. Distracting Skeith with the appearance of Rhia had been a very good move, indeed. And he'd ridden off, the giant ninny, leaving his servant behind him. Mehran could laugh with glee, but she didn't. She finally rubbed the turquoise djinneyah bottle on her right hip.
Red smoke filled the air; the same bells and whistles as always. Mehran waited patiently, because Pyra always liked to make a dramatic entrance. Finally, "Yes, Master?"
"Good evening, Pyra. How are you?"
"Always willing to do your bidding, Master."
"That's good." Mehran had won the supernatural creature over, finally, by proving her worth as a benevolent woman. Or, at least, that's what Pyra wanted to see, so Mehran played to that advantage. "Look yonder. Do you see a frozen statue?
Pyra glanced. "Yes, Master, I see it...and feel it. It leaves me a coldness that even my firey nature cannot throw off. It frightens me."
"I see." Mehran was nonplussed. "In that case..." But she didn't know what she wanted to do next. She could have Pyra unfreeze him, or move him back to the Court. However, since she had no concept of what his powers were, she couldn't hope to hold him long. "Why deny the inevitable?" She looked to the statue. "Pyra, unfreeze it, please."
She did so. Slowly, Tormir came out of his icey bonds. "Hail Tormir," Mehran called, barely able to keep the smirk off of her face. This would be fun.
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Post by rhia on Oct 12, 2007 7:51:41 GMT -5
It was too close to the wall. Rhia could tell she was a few hours later as the precipitation that began as water, then light snowflakes broadened into feathery snow and finally into mounds across the snow covered landscape. She would have to stop or the horses would injure themselves in the ensuing ice. Rhia sighed and pulled herself over to the tavern she recognized as one Night's Watch had been known to frequent when a bit further south.
Rhia pushed her way into the tavern, wondering if the sleeping girl in her wagon would be alright. The girl must've been more tired than Rhia had assumed. She huffed slightly, wondering if the girl would be more hazard in her wagon or in a room here. Deciding a room would be more argeeable to her piece of mind, she managed to assure the innkeeper the girl would pay, though she wondered if the girl even had money on her. She'd cross that bridge later.
Rhia walked into the tavern, listening to a badly played song on an out of tune piano that sat in the corner with a man who was 60 if a day, leaning over it and wheezing like it was his dying effort. Rhia sighed and sat at a table, kicking up her boots onto and lighting her pipe. When a bar wench walked by, she waved her down and ordered a strong and hot mead to warm herself, though she knew it was no good. She had to keep up appearances at least.
After ordering a small meal at the smallest price possibly, she sat and chewed on the bread, not really caring about the taste of such a thing. She looked at the other items on the plate, poking them with her dagger and thanking some kind of god that she couldn't taste anymore. She couldn't even name the items they expected her to eat. She shrugged and continue to try and act as though she needed this for sustenance.
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 12, 2007 12:36:15 GMT -5
This night Witesh was on her nightly run, her sleek muscular body romping through the thick snow and rain protected by her thick coat of black and silver fur, while enjoying the scents of the forests and watching the commotion near the wall. She dare not get involved, it was not her place and this night was meant for only her enjoyment. She was soundless as she ran through the wood, and soon she came upon a nice plump hair in which she proceeded to chase, easily caught and quickly made a meal of. The snow was getting harsh now and was soon to become a blizzard. She knew that it was time to go back to the human society and she gave a great sigh as she remembered a tavern near by. Her great head turned to her belt where a dagger and a small pouch was attached (the only things she wore for she was in her wolf form and required no clothes).
"Grandfather, hows about a lil' drink before we call it a night?"
A small white head came out of the pouch. It was a ferret and it had a large grin on its face.
"I thought you would approve you alcoholic..." she said, as the tiny head retreated back into hiding and she took off in a loping run towards the tavern. By the time she had gotten to the tavern the snow had turned into a blizzard and an awful one at that. She walked into the door as the heat and stench from the mass of dirty human bodies overwhelmed her seances. The bar tender yelled in her direction,
"No dogs in here! Out with ye!"
as he threw an empty bottle in her direction. She snatched a cloak from the hook by the door and took off out side behind the building where she would not be seen. Here she turned to her human form, no longer having her warm coat she shivered and quickly covered her nakedness with the cloak. It was a nice thick warm one, black in color with a large hood that covered her face well... then she preceded inside.
She strolled up to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila and some fruity beverage that she thought the ferret would like. The shot took some of the chill away... as she hoped. The ferret lunged at his drink and lapped at it happily as she looked around. Everyone there was poor, farmers or some such... all needing to be bathed terribly. She wrinkled her nose at their smell. Then she noticed someone... a man that was not like the rest sitting in the corner by himself. He had a strange air about him. One that interested her, and it seemed he didn't stink as much as the others. So out of curiosity, and the wish to get away from the stench of the peasants she approached him.
"So who might you be sitting all alone in this corner. Need you any company or have you chosen your solitude?"
she asked, the great hood of the cloak hiding everything about her except for a gentle smirk.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 12, 2007 14:21:57 GMT -5
"My name is for my own use but your kind call my type the forsaken." Skeith looked the woman over quickly just so he could get an idea at who he was dealing with. There was something different about this one, she had a feel of magic to her. She was not to be trusted as far as he concerned, but he always was good at playing along.
"Pull up a seat if you wish, company is a rare commodity." Skeith wondered to himself, if she was magical then she might has information pertaining to the supernatural world. Maybe she would have some answers to what he seeked...
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Raikes
Heroic Adventurer
The Mandy
All must hail the Siren Song
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Post by Raikes on Oct 12, 2007 14:48:52 GMT -5
Candy woke in a room...and she quickly pulled herself into a ball on the floor. Not being used to beds any longer, she rarely got to sleep on a fur near enough to the fire...so a bed, even a bed in a place such as this was...well a shock. She stood up and found her cloak, and picked it up, it was still soaked, damn. She spread it out near the small fire and headed down to where the tavern area was, she was damn near starving. She looked down at her arm, the small brand of the Eye half hidden on the inside of her right wrist. She hoped that people wouldn't ask, the scar was near her flesh tone, but it looked a little off if people looked at it too closely. She made vows to use her left hand.
She slipped up to the bar and ordered some food, along with a small drink, the food wasn't much, bread and some broth...but when you hadn't had much in the last day or so, even that seemed like a lot. She stole to a small table near the death knight, she could see what he was, and he looked vaguely familiar, she prayed that he wouldn't be obvious if he recognized her, she had to travel back and forth often and didn't need the bad publicity. She figured he was one of them that served the Eye, which she did not, a slaves mind is one thing that she can keep apparently, they didn't need her mind they needed her for bodily work. She took to her bread and broth, and sighed as she had left the small money pouch she had in an inner lining of her cloak. She didn't know if she had the money to pay for the stay and the food, but she had other ways to pay for things, entertainment and...well other things, usually worked. She looked at the two in the corner as she ate, worried about what they were talking about, it was generally safe to assume one who served the eye, which was most of the people who she could remember out of the Marshes, if not all. Usually weren't up to any good.
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Post by rhia on Oct 12, 2007 14:51:24 GMT -5
Rhia finished the disgusting swill they called food and wondered once more about the girl who she had brought with her. She shook her head and instead took a more contemplative thought on why Skeith would seek Kratos for his new "master".
Rhia could think of no reason someone would give challenge to Kratos. True, he was a lord of the underworld, but why would Skeith seek to challenge him? There was no way he could be expected to win. Not with the legions behind Kratos and the small resources Skeith had been travelling with. She smirked and wondered if she should warn Kratos on the possible assailant, then smirked to herself at the thought. That wouldn't make for an interesting meeting.
Rhia rose from the table and walked to the fire, eyeing the flames and holding her hands out, hoping she could heat her skin up enough to play at still being a living being. A few more coins would be nice to drum up for the road and a merchant who shook hands and felt clammy never managed to sell again. People didn't trust it.
She walked to her wagon and looked through the goods there, pulling a few weapons and farm tools out. In her small cart she had attached to the wall of the wagon, she piled them with blankets over them and mead and ale bottles piled atop it and spices in small bottles around it. She pushed the cart into the tavern and called out in a loud voice for all to come and bring their money for her items.
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Raikes
Heroic Adventurer
The Mandy
All must hail the Siren Song
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Post by Raikes on Oct 12, 2007 21:29:14 GMT -5
Candy saw the woamn come back in with items to sell, and she used the distraction to stow back to her room and grab her money pouch from the inside of her cloak. Once back in the main room she walked to the bar keep and paid her dues, including the money for the room, it left her with close to nothing, but that didn't matter, she wasn't to be hunted down or followed for coinage. She bet that if they followed her as far North as she was to go, and through the Marshes...then they were desperate indeed, but she didn't think that if they persued that course of action that she would fare too well with the Army.
She stood and walked to Rhia, smiling greatfully for her help and hospitality. "Rhia, thank you..." She said, before stepping to one side to look through her goods, simply browsing, she didn't have much money left, but she also didn't have much need for what she was selling, Candy was just cruious..She held the money pouch such that the brand was mostly covered, only a little part of it stuck above the leather, and she kept that hand down and close to her, so that way no one could pick her purse and/or see her brand.
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 12, 2007 22:27:48 GMT -5
"That it is forsaken one." she said placing the still drinking ferret onto the table and taking a seat next to the strange man. She slowly pulled down her hood to reveal her face, it looked as one of innocence but this was far from the truth. Her wet dark Blondie hair feel around her face and down her back in large curls, and she turned her hazel eyes to look at him. "You may call me Diana, the goddess of the forest, since you do not wish to give me your name..."
She studied him for a second. He had a very noticeable dark air about him but to the wolf there was no good and evil, this was a thing of man. There was just existence, and those that you can trust, and those you can't. She did not trust him, but that didn't stop her from being curious. "So, what brings you to these lands? I have not seen you here before. Are you possibly a wrath? They have a similar air about them as you..."
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Post by rhia on Oct 13, 2007 7:29:43 GMT -5
Rhia saw the grateful smile of the girl named "Candy" and returned it briefly before turning back to a crowd of peasants looking at a hatchet she had, polished perfectly and sharpened to an edge only diamonds could give it. These goods were too good for the men here, but she hoped she could pawn off a few things. In the mean time, she visited each of their pockets, pulling a few coin from each so it would be noticed. It was funny how easy people with little money were to take from whereas the rich were tight-fisted and had a better rein on it. No matter, Rhia could get the money she needed whichever way she needed.
Looking around the crowd she felt proud of how easily she'd made the money. She tossed her coin purse in the air gently. She grabbed it up and tied it to the inside of her jacket in another secret pocket she had designed into it. She leaned over one of the men, noticing immediately one coin purse she had not gone after. Candy's.
Her moral dilemma hit for a moment, but left when she noticed the way the girl was holding it. It was close to empty. No point in even lightening it. She huffed slightly, but stopped, noticing what looked like a symbol she knew. Paranoia set in. It was that damned eye, the one Skeith was holding in such regard. She bit her lip and sighed again. Did Skeith have more resources than she thought and had she been taken in by one?
Rhia shook her head. No, she had known plenty of Mordorians and none had gone for Kratos. In fact, Squck had gone so far as to offer an alliance. Was this the eye's way of getting back at him for saying no? She would have to think on it. In the meantime, she grabbed the coins of the man who finally decided to buy the hatchet. She smiled and took the last of his money that she hadn't already. Oh this would be an interesting trip.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 13, 2007 17:43:10 GMT -5
Skeith pulled off his gauntlet to show Diana his bare hand. "I am man same as you, but without humanity... That was taken from me many moons ago." Skeith looked at his hand with melancholy but that quickly turned to anger, remembering why he had became this way. "Tell me...Diana, you know much of this world. I'm questing for an entity named Kratos, what do you know of him?"
Diana opened her mouth to say something to Skeith, but her words were disrupted by a huge boom. The side of the tavern had been smashed through by a tamed frost elemental. Other snow goblinoid creatures of the sort entered in through the gapping hole. Behind all these creatures with the chains of the frost elemental in it's hands was a shrouded slim figure.
Skeith stood up drawing his rune blade with a Death and Decay spell ready in hand. The figure pointed at a wagon across the way and at Skeith and Diana with the other hand. Then commanded, "Minions retrieve the artifact and the girl. Also destroy the death knight and any other fool that stands in your way..."
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Post by Tormir on Oct 13, 2007 17:44:15 GMT -5
As the djinneyah thawed his icey prison, Tormir let pulse from him the evil that he was. Ahhhh it felt good to begin to move again. He looked at his odd pair of rescuers and smiled inwardly. This would be fun indeed.
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