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Post by Necavi D. Omnes on Oct 23, 2007 15:59:40 GMT -5
The maiden shot up in bed, quite startled by a sudden screech. It grated her nerves, almost tempting her to muster the energy to get out of the warm covers and dispose of the awful noise. And for making her get out of bed, dressed, and putting her through the search, she'd do it with a passion. Obviously she wasn't a morning person. But just as quickly as it started, it stopped. "Peh. Whores."
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 24, 2007 12:15:18 GMT -5
Skeith watched Rhia take off in her wagon. He knew he had to follow her, so that he may find the secrets of that ring. It would be a nice addition to his...collection. With that worked out he chanted to himself for a few seconds in black speech. Suddenly Skeith's shadowmere, Hrímfaxi, kicked open the tavern door.He reached up and petted it's snout. Hrimfaxi let out a low nah with razor sharp teeth showing to display his delight.
Skeith hopped on to his mount and saddled up. With that he extended his hand out to Diana and said, "Come we must make haste if we wish to keep our eyes on that trickster."
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Post by rhia on Oct 26, 2007 7:16:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Waiting for teshy... Doot de doo...)
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 26, 2007 13:03:44 GMT -5
OOC: EEEK! sorry! ive been having comp problems so all of my posts this week ive been making on my phone!... and ive been working doubles (10:45am-close about 12:30) so its been at work between shifts XP so sorry about lack of and bad posting BIC: Witesh stuffed Loki back into his pouch and quickly grabbed the Forsaken One's hand and sat herself behind him on the back of the beautiful shadowmere. She ran here hand across its smooth flanks... its been forever since she had ridden. Oh, how she loved it! There was no sensation like it! She wrapped her arms around the Death Knights waist ready to find out what that ring was and what exactly it had to do with her. "Then make haste, Death Knight! Hurry, after her!"
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Post by rhia on Oct 26, 2007 14:37:07 GMT -5
Rhia pushed the horses to the point of near-dead exhaustion, riding them hard for the next 3 hours. It'd been an hour since the humming had died off, but the noise frightened her everytime she heard it. She finally pulled the exhausted horses to a stop and listened, hearing only the thump of the hooves behind her that had given chase. The world had quietted for the upcoming winter as everything had taken the intelligent route and curled up for the cold.
She closed her eyes and listened again, tuning out the horse. After a moment, she drew a breathe and finally expelled it, leading the horses to a clearing off the side of the road, the frost on the ground making it incredibly slippery, but she managed to get them there. These weren't her trained horses afterall, just some farmer's plow horses. And they were getting ever closer to the wall.
Rhia tied them to a tree at the edge of the clearing and tossed the horse blankets from her wagon over them. It was going to be another cold night, she could tell from the clouds. As she heard Skeith's horse coming to a halt at the clearing, she had twigs gathered in a stack and had struck her flint at the tender she had managed to grab from the forest floor.
She looked up as they entered the glade, sighing and striking the flint once more.
"Never...touch that. Why do you think I was wearing gloves?! They sounded closer..." Rhia twitched visibly. "Too close..."
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Post by Tormir on Oct 26, 2007 17:16:20 GMT -5
OOC: Waiting for Mehran................*hums Trogdor*
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Post by rhia on Oct 27, 2007 15:39:14 GMT -5
OOC: I figured "Oh, oh I'll start" wasn't really appropriate.. so I changes it. ^.^
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 27, 2007 16:43:04 GMT -5
Rhia had set up camp for the night. Skeith and his shadowmere had no need to rest, what would they do die? This girl and her pet on the other hand were a little diffrent. He could tell it had been awhile since she had ridden. "Alright, we camp." Skeith said while bringing his mount to a stop. Diana hopped off as well as Skeith. They settled down and made a small fire.
Skeith knew what danger they were in for being this close to his old home. His old brothers more importaintly... "We must keep low and keep quite." Skeith said to Diana. Right after those word a arrow wized by his head. Suddenly they were surrounded by men in all black. One pointed at Skeith and said "Time to send you back to the abyss from witch you came wretched fiend!" Skeith drew his runeblade and Hrimfaxi reared up with glowing red eyes. With that he glanced at Diana and muttered "Night's Watch..."
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 29, 2007 17:41:44 GMT -5
Witesh backed up. This was not a fight that she wanted to engage in. She knew who Knights Watch was and she had no intention on getting herself killed or making enemies of them in anyway. She turned to the shadow mare and grabbed it by the rains. It might have been while since she had ridden but she remembered how, just like riding a bike she could never forget. She quieted her, gently petting her muzzle and neck, wispered something in an old forgotten language in her ear. She was now under her spell, one old and not easily broken, and she swung her leg up over the saddle. She shouted over her shoulder as she rode away...
"I am greatly sorry Death Knight, but now I must take my leave. I have no reason to fight these people, follow me if you can Forsaken One."
She rode into the night and soon found the Gypsy's camp. As she rode into the entrance of the clearing she asked her,
"Might you have any clothes? It is quite cold tonight..."
She said with a big mischievous grin on her face.
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 29, 2007 17:57:17 GMT -5
Alone Skeith was in this fight, not only that but horseless. "People all the same. Everyone is left to defend themselves in the end." Skeith said with anger. The watchmen lunged at him. He dodged their attacks with ease. He brought his sword down across one's head. His blood sprayed far... He fought his way through the men breaking their weapon, bones and spirits along the way. Eventually the made his way to the ranging leader and said "No watchmen, you will be the one to be vanquished." With that the two squared off. The swords clashed and Skeith saw the man had some skill. He also knew soon he would be out numbered.
Skeith held the ranger in a bind, and with his off hand reached out and grabbed the ranger's throat. Choking, the ranger let out a plea. Skeith smiled and muttered, "Die..." With that he crushed the man's throat. The fingers of his gauntlets protruded into the soft flesh of the man. Blood flowing out around his fingers like a waterskin with a hole in it. Skeith had his fun but it seems he was in quite the pickle now. Even more watchmen surrounded him at sword point. Would the savior-less be saved?
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Post by Squire Witesh on Oct 30, 2007 0:21:22 GMT -5
ooc: sorry about the bad post. I had to type it on my phone... ill fix it later
bic: people might all be the same... but Witesh was not a person. a white furry creature appeared at the death knight's feet. it gave a loud bark and hiss at the men in black,
eeeeek!!! gaahreeeeeek!!!
as it ran circles around the watchmen. the white furry streek latched onto one of the mens anckels and sunk its sharp teeth into his akiles tenden. the man fell to his knees screaming in pain as the ferret took off in a flash bringing another watchmen to his knees. round and round he went as fast as the speed of light. the plan was working... he drew their attention away from the death knight, then the forsaken one heard a wisper in his ear,
run....
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Post by Skeith, the Forsaken on Oct 30, 2007 1:53:24 GMT -5
Skeith was very proud and never ran from a fight. Skeith thought of himself as a sort of avatar of fear, why would he fear anyone? Then again he also knew when he was out numbered. Skeith knew this was his chance to move. Lay low and keep out of sight, he remebered his days as lead ranger. To think he was one of them not long ago, a Night's Watchmen.
He would run but not before he made them pay. With the blood on his hand Skeith turned the life force into demonic energy. His eyes glowed an unholy blue. With a fiendish smile on his face, Skeith let loose a cone of ghastly energy towards the watchmen. They began to panic as if they were burning. Their skin began to bubble and crawl as their blood boiled. The horrible screams...Skeith got his deranged kicks from the poor souls' pain.
He was tired out though that spell took a lot out of him. He would not be followed now though luckly. The majority of the party had been taken out. Skeith headed off in a sluggish run toward the treeline. There he could track Diana and get back his horse. As he ran his "savior" ran, jumped and climbed up his cloak.
Looking at the ferret on his shoulder Skeith laughed and said "Your master takes my steed and I become yours. I feel a little swindled in this trade, don't you think so?"
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Post by rhia on Oct 30, 2007 7:42:42 GMT -5
Rhia looked up from stoking the fire only to see the girl appear on that gigantic horse. She could've sworn they'd already been there at one point, but must have been seeing things. At this point she sat merely by the fire for comfort, not for the heat it gave off. There was a large canvas tent set up a few feet from her with a lantern in it and a table clearly set up.
At the request for clothing, she stood and stretched, looking the girl over. She turned towards her wagon and stopped. "What do you have in trade for it? I know I have your size in clothing, but I can't just give it away."
Rhia eyed the horse with a smirk, then looked at the girl, huddled in her cloak and nothing else. "For some reason, I don't believe you have pockets there."
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Post by Squire Witesh on Nov 4, 2007 20:26:18 GMT -5
"I know you would like the horse... but I can't bring myself to part with her. Although, I do have this..."
She threw a small bag towards the gypsy. The gold coins inside jingled as it hit the ground.
"Will that be enough dead one?"
She dismounted the horse and walked toward the small fire and started to warm herself when she heard The Forsaken One's foot steps on the path. The ferret ran up her back and rested himself on her shoulder, licking her forehead in greeting. She dismissed the mare that proceeded to wondered off into the forest to graze.
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Post by Squire Witesh on Nov 4, 2007 20:28:22 GMT -5
OOC: sorry about takin so long to reply... rhia is still workin on my computer so im havin to use aster's to post...
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