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Post by Tormir on Aug 17, 2008 23:12:24 GMT -5
Tormir sat down on a windswept rock, his hair caught in the wind and a few stray strands lightly teased his face. He pushed them back and wiped his face with a sleeve of his tunic. He wore simple clothes today, the simple affair being his boots, his tunic and some breeches. He had the rest of his wardrobe in his pack, enchanted to hold practically anything he wanted. His sword was belted on his waist and his axe slung across his back. He put the pack on the rock in front of him and pulled out a greatcoat, donning it and putting the axe, now undone from it's holder, into the bag. It was swallowed up by the apparent nothingness inside, but he knew that it was simply stored, waiting for him to reach for it. The wind was firm but not unruly and the rain was soft and gentle. It was nigh midday and he had ordered Kavar to meet him as well as Sabriel. They were to discuss tactics. They could join in the on going war to the south, near where Tormir had walked, ridden and ported from, or they could seek more subtle and dangerous work in the north. To the west lay nothing but ocean. They could raid the shores and slaughter pirates, but the fun in that tended to stop at some point. As it was, most of his ordinary clothing was stolen from corpses of pirates. To the east lay desert, the forests being concentrated beyond that, as well as to the north and south. Kavar would be here any minute, and would be easily spotted. Sabriel, coming from the west, would be a little bit more difficult to spot, but not so much so that his gleaming yellow eyes would miss her. He made himself as comfortable as possible on the rock and waited. It was just right so that he could lay back and relax as much as stone was willing to let him. And he waited. Their day was coming. The Hour of the Wolf was at hand. The Vargtimmen would come yet. ((OOC: I'll be playing Kavar. He is a real person, but in the Marines in Japan and therefore has trouble getting online. That and his laptop kinda sucks. In time he'll join for real and will, with luck, play his own character. Anyone can join, but I ask that you don't try to interfere with my plans in the roleplay, that you don't God mod and that you don't power play. That is all))
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Cinnamara
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 18, 2008 19:13:12 GMT -5
Rain.
She hated the rain. She pulled her black hood over her head, shielding it from the gentle downpour. Her movements were slow, agile, but made with a purpose. She had been summoned from her cave hiding spot for the time being, by her Captain. "What does he want?" the voice whispered to her.
"I don't know." she replied softly, moving down the the path. Her footsteps fell soft and shallow, as if she wasn't walking at all. But she was. Her movements were stealthy and carefully chosen.
She moved up behind her Captain. She grinned gently, sliding the handle of her blade up his back slowly, before sheathing it. "Evening, Tormir. You called?"
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Post by Tormir on Aug 18, 2008 19:33:08 GMT -5
Tormir tensed slightly at the touch of the blade, but he had heard her. Barely. He must be getting lax. "Yes love, I did call. I called you and Kavar so that we might discuss our plans. We've a few options. We can go west, to the shores and plunder, we can go north and seek our fortunes as it were in a more dangerous, subtle manner, or we can go south. You know of the war that is brewing there, of course? We could play a major part in it."
He rose lightly and drew his blade. It had been a while since they had sparred and he knew that she must be itching for a fight. Or perhaps it was only him that was. He didn't know nor care. The rain had slacked off some and the winds were a bit calmer. Below the ocean hammered at the rock with the force of the ages. It would not break it, but shape it, mold it to it's liking. The tip had no more than cleared the scabbard when an arrow flew past him, the fletching brushing his cheek. Growling with rage, Tormir turned to face an unseen assailant. He assumed that the foe must be hiding behind the rocks, and that there were more than one. He could smell them now. There was a band of at least ten. He swiftly sheathed the sword and dropped to his knee as a javelin flew from the rocks to his left. He caught it deftly and howled. His howl turned to a mad mans laugh and he set the weapon down and rose with a surety in his ability. He spread his arms wide, muttered a few words and brought his hands smashing together. The wave of pure energy that spread out from the attack shattered the rocks and sent two of the band flailing into the depths below. He grabbed the javelin and his pack as he ducked behind a rock, waiting the next assault.
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 18, 2008 20:25:24 GMT -5
"War?" her ears perked. War! A large grin crossed her face as she nodded gently, taking a seat on the rock near him. "Yesss...War, Sssabriel the voice in her head said softly to her. She smiled, leaning back, twisting a long lock of hair around her fingers. War... Hmmm. She sat in silence for some time, thinking it over, as the voice in her head continued to whisper to her, telling her this and that, though she was determined to make her own decision on the subject.
"War." she said again. Hmm. It was apparent she was having one of her indecisive days. "Or west." Hmm. She was unsure. Finally, a sigh was let out, but again, she said nothing that made any amount of sense. "North."
Then she came around in her train of thought again, and said, "West." she fell silent once again, thinking it over again, as the voice in her ears rang loud, "Made a decision, damnit!"
"Is there going to be blood in this war?" a large, creepy grin crossed her face, as the thought entered her mind.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 18, 2008 22:37:52 GMT -5
Blood? Yes. There will be blood.
"Shut up!" Tormir swore at the demon as a masked figure weilding a great club lept onto the rock. From the way it carried itself, it was orc kin if not an actual orc. Jumping with his shoulder to it, Tormir caught it in the knee and it fell hard, its face smashing against the rock. Putting a foot on it, he dispatched it with the javelin before turning and hurling the weapon with deadly accuracy. It took it's next victim, an ogre by appearance, through the throat. With a popping noise, the remaining 6 assailants appeared from nowhere and surrounded Tormir, weapons raised. One began reading something off a piece of paper that appeared to be a bounty. "Sabriel. A little help here before I go full beast and destroy them all? Drink your fill if you want, just help me. Thats an order!"
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Post by Cinnamara on Aug 18, 2008 22:51:08 GMT -5
She removed her weapon from its sheath, jumping at the nearest ogre. She came down, slashing her sword into its massive chest, growling lightly as she did so. "Good girl, Sssabriel." the voice inside her head said softly She twisted, bringing her weapon down across its neck, cutting its main vein before heading towards her second victim.
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Post by Tormir on Aug 19, 2008 0:14:18 GMT -5
Tormir's eyes flashed as the blood sprayed him. The wolf rose within and he let it come on. He shuddered, skin rippling, and roared. Within seconds he was transformed. He lifted two of the foes aloft and smashed their heads together, the brains and gore spattering wildly.
"Sabriel, too long have we been away from each other love." He grinned a wolfish grin and turned back to the task at hand.
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