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Post by rhia on Oct 19, 2007 13:02:11 GMT -5
Rhia ran to the hole in the wall and shot off another bolt at some of the minions, nailing one in the shoulder and watching as the force ripped the arm from the socket. Something seemed to tickle at her feet. She looked down her leg and saw a white blur of fur climb onto it. The leg strap become lighter and looked down as the ferret ran off with her ankle dagger. "Stop!" she cried out and reached for it, but the ferret ran off with it, ignoring her. She growled and looked up to see another minion headed her way.
Rhia shouldered her crossbow again and shot at another minion as one got a hold on her leg, ripping the flesh there. Rhia kicked it in the head and turned again to look at the frost elemental. She pulled a crossbow bolt from a pocket in her pack and locked it into place. She turned to the side and lit the gunpowder on the head from a torch that's guttering light was trying feebly to set the timbers of wood that were once the wall next to it. Rhia took aim and shot it directly at the elemental's back, shaking her crossbow off to stop the small bit of fire that had started on the wood of the crossguard.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 19, 2007 22:06:06 GMT -5
BOOM!!!!! The frost elemental came crashing down from a exploding bolt. Skeith smashed his arm against the wall until the ice had broken off and set him free again. He was looking to get some revenge. Skeith ran at the downed elemental jumping onto it's back. He held his blade high into the air and let out a yell, driving his sword into the creature's head.
The elemental let out a cold low rumble, that seemed to put a chill even up a death knight's spine. The warlock's hand glowed with energy and he struck Diana with a slash. She fell off of him, stunned but not hurt badly. Skeith ran at the warlock but with a flash of light he vanished.
Skeith knew something was up, this changeling had something special about her and he wasn't about to let her go quite yet. Skeith dropped to his knee to check the wound dealt to Diana. She seemed, she would fight another day...
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 19, 2007 23:13:19 GMT -5
Witesh licked the wound on her shoulder. It wasn't deep, just a scratch. It should heal quikly. Loki finally popped out of nowhere with the dagger.
"Thanks, thats a big help now!", she snapped at him. She quikly found her cloak and managed to toss it around her shoulders and turn back into human form. She snatched up the dagger from the ferret and managed to through it into a minions forehead befor he disappeared with the warlock. Then she was happy to notice they were all disappearing. She sighed, scooped up the ferret, and turned to the Dark Knight.
"So, what would they want with me? And what artifact do you think he was speaking of?",
she asked puzzled.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 20, 2007 0:28:49 GMT -5
Skeith thought about what Diana had asked him and knew something foul was afoot. Skeith grabbed Diana's chin and looked at her as softly as an undead could."You my dear, are wanted but I don't know why. It's best if you come with me for now." Skeith said to Diana with as muc charisma as he could muster up. "I'm betting that damned gypsy has something to do with this though!" Skeith now scowled turning his attention toward Rhia's Cart.
Skeith marched toward the cart with an ominous float to his step. "Rhia what kind of trouble have you been causing gypsy and what artifact does he speak of?" Skeith knew on her travels she picks up many exotic items, even ones that don't seem too exotic at first sight...
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Post by rhia on Oct 20, 2007 7:47:35 GMT -5
Rhia brushed herself off after watching the elemental fall. She slung the crossbow over her back and slid the rest of the bolts into the pocket in her coat. She headed back to her wagon, checking that every item was in its place. It looked as though they hadn't managed to get in. As she turned again to look at the Inn, Skeith stood in her face.
"Rhia what kind of trouble have you been causing gypsy and what artifact does he speak of?"
Rhia put a hand on her hip and cocked her head at him, a smirk on her face. "As though you have any right to know what is in my vardo, Skeith. Unless you're buying, I have no use for telling you."
Rhia looked back to see where her horses had been stabled, but saw they were in a seperate area. She sighed and turned back to Skeith. "What concern is it of yours what I carry anyway?"
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Post by Ser Mehran S'Disraeli on Oct 20, 2007 12:44:57 GMT -5
"Well, you're an interesting little beasty, aren't you? Daemonic, no doubt." Mehran grinned, pleasantly surprised. "For now, getting into this nice spirit bottle would be nice." The woman from Asshai had told her that she could capture any essence of any creature in the bright red bottle. It had a glitter around it, a certain shine that no one could deny looked...well, magical. "I'll need to take you around with me, and Pyra here has taught me that bottles are the best way to do so."
As for Pyra, she spat on the ground in front of Tormir. "You might be frightening to lesser creatures, demon," she said, "But none have more power than the mighty Djinn. I wish only to look upon the grotesquerie that you are."
"Now, Pyra, that's no way to treat a guest to the Court." She turned to face her djinneyeh. "Hold your tongue." Smiling, Mehran turned back to Tormir. "So. How about a free ride in my magic bottle? Or do I need to wish you there?" She gestured to Pyra to solidify her threat, and then uncorked the crimson bottle.
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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Oct 20, 2007 13:24:42 GMT -5
((OOC:: My apologies, I did a shoddy job with this one. I'll try to re-write it later.))
The girl looked up, seeming to snap out of a trance as she felt something very large, and most likely very ominus, head her way. Upon turning her eyes glanced at a not-so-pretty... Thing... Walking towards the cart and its mistress. But at the same time it could be aiming to slaughter her. So she could either fight, use an item, or flee. She chose to poke. Of course, she reasoned, that if it was all a bad dream she could wake up. If it was all real, then she would finally sleep. Either way, there was scoring to be had. She noticed that in the time it took her to make this decision, the two were already talking, and by the looks of it the nice-looking woman was getting a bit testy. Big-Shadowy-Dude (she reasoned it to be a male, as only a man would get the idea to push around someone with a cross-bow) on the other hand just looked a bit annoyed. Probably because of the bow-slinger's testiness. Either way she wasn't a target, and she reckoned that to be a good thing. But that wasn't going to stop her hand from reaching out. Poke.
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Post by Tormir on Oct 20, 2007 15:41:05 GMT -5
Tormir smiled. Two could play this game. The djinn was right- he did not hold as much power here as in the abyss. Unless he had been properly summoned. But he still had power none the less. And couldn't summoning him forth from the bottle count as him being summoned? He spoke in his nicest voice so as to not alarm the stoic lass. "A free ride in your bottle... How could I turn down such an offer to my saviour? Of course I shall go and willingly at that. And my name, Mehran, is Tormir." He allowed the bottle to absorb his essence and wondered, though his mind was set, if she indeed had a plan for him. Time would tell. Time he now had.....
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 20, 2007 16:24:20 GMT -5
OOC: LOLZ! skeith got "poked!" Witesh looked into the Death Knight's cold eyes as he held her chin and spoke the words, "You my dear, are wanted but I don't know why. It's best if you come with me for now." She thought about this as she looked at him, this might be her best bet at staying alive. She still didn't trust him, but he was fighting along side her, and she knew it was better to have someone on your team then no one at all. Wolves do hunt better in packs... she would just have to keep an eye on him. She watched as he walked over to the gypsy... then she noticed, her shoulder no longer hurt. She was glad to find out that it had healed when she changed. Its great being the granddaughter of Loki, she thought smiling. She looked back to the pair to find that they were now three. A young girl had appeared... and seemed to be poking the forsaken one. How odd, she thought.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 21, 2007 0:55:18 GMT -5
"Don't test me gypsy." Skeith said in reply to Rhia's cocky remarks. Rhia put out her hand. Skeith knew that that was a signal to pay up. He had dealt with her before, gold loving gypsys... He reached to his side and pulled out a pouch, a full pouch at that. Reaching in he placed a few gold coins in Rhia's hand.
"Now tell me, what recent activity or should I saw trouble have you been up to?" All the time a strange young woman has been touching Skeith but he is not aware of her because he's wearing plate mail.
OCC: Rhia wing it, it's ur turn to through a curve in the story plot. LOLZ For a matter of fact the plot is improve.
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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Oct 21, 2007 1:01:46 GMT -5
"... Huh." She shrugged, and stepped back, looking the person up and down, before walking back to the tavern. Sleep.
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Raikes
Heroic Adventurer
The Mandy
All must hail the Siren Song
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Post by Raikes on Oct 21, 2007 16:44:31 GMT -5
((perhaps the wolfy one would find her in a lil while? offer of something to do))
Candy had been running for quite some time, and stopped and payed attention to where in the hell she was just now. She was in the woods, and lost...great. She spun around and then around again, now completely confused as to where the hell she was at. Wonderful all around.She sat down and sighed, trying to keep the tears off her cheeks, that would just lead to her being more lost. This is why she never traveled alone, she was too paranoid and ended up lost in the woods, alone. She slowly pulled herself together, and stood, dusting the branches and brambles off her cloak.
"Where to go from here?" She mused, looking for any sign of life, or light, and there was a little sign of it, she hoped it was back in the right direction. She started walking that direction, the light slowly resolving of a campfire, she bit her lip, remaining in the shadows as she approached the fire, unsure of what she would find there. She saw the warlock appear out of no where and she had to put her hand to her mouth to keep from making a sound. She saw him toss his dead companion into the flames, she bit her lip rather hard to keep that betraying sound from escaping.
The warlock set up some perimeter spells which ended at the tree line, she knew because she saw the momentary flash of light as the spell was laid down. Damn, no luck of sneaking up on this guy. She slowly retreated further into the shadows, but stepped on a twig, hell. The man's attention snapped to the direction the sound came from and he stood and held a touch, that seemed to not really be on fire at all, "Who goes there?" he said, his voice carrying the fear that wasn't natural and chilling down her spine. She slowly crept forward, eyes to the ground, and stepped into his light.
"No one, but I, Candy...Sir." She hesitated, afraid of the man before her, and then she knelt before him, terrified for her life...but he moved aside and caught her arm, looking at the eye. "You come to kill me girl?" She shook her head vigorously, nearly crying again, damn she really needed to toughen up it seemed.
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Post by rhia on Oct 23, 2007 7:38:57 GMT -5
Rhia looked at the coins and debating biting each one to test its weight. She decided to drop it and quickly slid the coins into a hidden pocket in her jacket. She looked into her wagon, debating just what they could've been looking for. Looking in through the window in the side, she saw her lockbox. She pulled it to her, reaching inside her shirt and pulling a key that she wore as a necklace out and unlocking one lock with it. Rhia then reached into the pouch at her side and pulled a key out to unlock the second lock with.
She openned the box and looked through the numerous jewels, necklaces, golden chalices, and silver combs sitting in it. She sifted her hand through, looking at a few things, but shaking her hand and putting them back in. She reached in and pulled a bundle wrapped in silk out, unwrapping the cord and checking an amethyst almost the size of her fist carved into the shape of a large cat of some sort. She shook her head again and rewrapped it.
Rhia closed the box and tapped a finger against her temple, her arms crossed before her. A look of comprehension came to her face and she locked the box again, sliding it into its place.
She reached a hand out and grabbed at the box under the seat that was small enough to fit into her palm. It was carved of a dark black rock, similar to obsidian with a silver clasp and silver trim around the edges. The box almost looked like it jumped in her hand. Rhia grabbed out a leather glove from the pouch on her waist and slid it onto her hand. She pushed a leather-clad finger under the clasp and watched the box pop open. Inside it a small brass colored half of a ring that looked as though it had been split in half with a hammer. The engraving on the outside of it was filled in with dirt. Dingy and tarnished, it sat in the box, a slight glow coming from the broken ends of it.
"I don't suppose this could be it?"
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 23, 2007 11:14:01 GMT -5
Skeith looked closely at the half-ring sensing any magic inside of it. There was definently some kind of powerful enchantment but the magic was pretty dormant. "Hmmm....Maybe, it seems to be magical but not very active. I wonder if the other missing half would unlock it's potential." Skeith took another look at the half-ring. He picked it up and rubbed away the dirt and grim on it's outside. There were words....
In an old tongue that was spoken at the dawn of the Chaos Lords. He read the words, "...ntei Del Umvgod, Umvgod del Augwas, Augwas Del Pyri..." Skeith had a very puzzled look on his face and thought about the script. ...ree becomes man, man becomes fish, fish becomes fla... The ring was definently a mystery but what did it's message mean. "How much for the broken piece of metal gypsy?" He had to find out the whole message, Skeith wanted it's secrets or whatever powers the ring held...
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Post by rhia on Oct 23, 2007 14:37:54 GMT -5
As Skeith began to look over the ring and quote the words on it, a screeching noise came from the ring, causing it to shake in his hand. The sound began to grow in volume rapidly, almost swallowing up the noise of the tavern and the shouting drunkards. Rhia grabbed back the ring back with her gloved hand and put it back in the box, shutting it solidly and pushing the clasp back down on it. She quickly slid the ringbox into a hidden pocket.
"That's not for sale. Even I have my limits. I don't think you need something like that to add to your repetoire. You may travel with me with it, but you may not have it." Rhia listened as the screeching finally came to a halt, the last of the echoes carried off in the wind. She sighed and looked off to the west, a humming coming off the breeze that came from that way. Her eyes widened and she ran to the front of the wagon, seeing two horses that were clearly not hers tied to the stable wall. She grabbed them and pulled them over, rushing to hook them up. "And I leave.. now."
As soon as the last buckle was fastened on the second horse, she jumped in the drivers seat and whipped the reins, holding on as the horses took off for the North once more.
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