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Post by KiddoFreak on May 21, 2005 11:51:24 GMT -5
(Just to remind everyone, Kearn is a puppet character. After you read his profile in the sticky "Puppet Characters" you can role play him too.)
Kearn smirked at the fighter's question. The child's voice grew louder with each sentence: "What god do I worship? Hah! The only true god! The god that rules my soul, the only true creator of destiny!"-He paused for a moment to look the Fire-worshipper in the eye, his voice then became soft-"I worship only myself, it would do you good to do the same." Expecting harsh repricussions, Kearn quickly followed up his words. "I could tell you why if you give me a chance."
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 22, 2005 20:31:32 GMT -5
"Tread lightly boy, you verge on heresy." Ramos growled as he sized up this stranger as a potential threat. He did not feel safe so close to those short swords, which would have the advantage in close combat. But to back away would show weakness, and Fire knows no fear. "You hold my interest for now, explain quickly. I must be ready for tonight."
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 23, 2005 19:11:39 GMT -5
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, I would need to... show you. I have come from very far, over the mountains to the North, in fact, to spread the truth. Like I said, you won't believe me if I tell you, but," Kearn paused for a moment, as if preparing a solemn epitaph,"The gods are a lie! I see you have business tonight, so I have kept my reasoning brief. Tell me good sir, would you be interested in seeing the truth?" Kearn thought for a moment after asking the question. He figured that if he helped this one, this one might help him in return. Although he said nothing, an idea sparked a blaze in his eyes.
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EvilTrigun
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"The man who wants nothing is invincible"
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 23, 2005 20:25:32 GMT -5
(( I before E except after C, lol, check your 'believe's ))
"So you are a heretic!" exclaimed Ramos, his anger growing again. "You dare to claim that the Gods themselves are fakes?! What could be next? Will you tell me that we must hunt down these imposters? Or are there no greater powers in the world?"
Ramos fought down his ever-present anger. Picking up a fallen chair, he took a seat. "Listen young one, it seems you have been brainwashed by the other side. Listen to my advice now, while you still can. Your line of thinking will only lead to more questions and more pain. You must have faith in the Gods, or you are truly lost. I know that the god of Fire exists, or else how would I be blessed with the powers you saw today? Perhaps you should visit a church of Fire, as we always have need of skilled warriors. For now I must go, my night will be long. I believe you will know where to find me tonight if you need any further guidance." And with that, Ramos stood and walked outside to his horse. As he rode off to the Duke's estate, Ramos looked back to the young boy, but he had gone. ___________________________________ (later that night)
Ramos checked his traps and his gear, making sure they were all in place. He also made sure that the guards were patrolling in a different pattern than usual. When all appeared in place, he hid in a predetermined spot and waited for the assassination attempt to begin. To pass the time he began to recite the holy litanies of Inferno. "The flame stands valiantly against the gale..."
((in case you guys haven't noticed, Ramos is very much connected with his 'religion' and it will take more to persuade him to any other conclusion. If there are any problems with my post, feel free to express them. Otherwise, let the action continue!))
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Post by Niccolo on May 24, 2005 20:10:15 GMT -5
Iager silently climbed the wall without making a sound. It was three at night and he was draped in completely in black, nearly invisible. He finally reached the roof and crept silently to where he knew the duke's room was. He took out a small saw at a peak in the roof and quietly carved a hole just big enough for him to fit in. He dropped into the pitch black attic, but his eyes were long accustomed to darkness, and he could see relatively well. He crept over to a small grate on the floor and observed a pair of guards pass by, traveling in a different pattern than those he had observed the nights before. As the men passed, he slowly lifted away the grate and noiselessly dropped down. With one fluid motion, he drew his blades and slit the men's throats from behind simultaneously, then sheathed the blades and caught the corpses before they hit the ground. He shoved the bodies up the hole in the celing, and then knealt down. He observed the dust patterns on the floor, that they seemed to swerve for no apparent reason at times.
Traps, better be careful.
He stayed low to the ground, his silent footsteps following the ones made by the guards exactly. As he turned a conrner, he saw the door to the duke's quarters, guarded heavily, but open. Looking up, he saw his ticket in- the rafters. ducking back behind the corner, he scaled the brick wall and grasped on to a rafter, pulling himself up on top of it. He crawled from board to board, but when he reached the doors, he noticed something- the rafters did not extend into the room. With the duke in sight, he knew he would never get this close again, so he decided to risk it. He leapt off of the rafters, flying through the doorway, then landing, closing and locking it behind the surprised guards. The duke suddenly awoke, saw Iager, and screamed for help. The assasin drew one of his blades and slowly advanced upon the duke.
"Don't bother, my duke. They can't save you now. No one can."
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 24, 2005 20:55:45 GMT -5
Drake was a man of few words, and seldom used them. Drake was the captain of the Duke's Guard. A veteran soldier, he carried a huge longsword that he used if the situation called for it. Strangely enough, Drake was a devout follower of Earth, but always protected the Duke with his life.
Drake was guarding the door to the duke's room, when the screaming started. Turning quickly, he tried the door, only to find it locked from the inside. The duke was in trouble. Summoning his strength, Drake leveled the door with one good kick. Drawing his heavy longsword, Drake leaped over the fallen door, sprinted across the room, and wordlessly swung the large blade at the mysterious intruder with all his might.
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Post by Niccolo on May 25, 2005 17:54:07 GMT -5
Iager heard the door crash down and knew what was going to follow. he flung himself to the side and rolled, adopting a combat stance about 10 feet away from the assailant. He then noticed the gartgantuan sword in the man's hand, and decided to counter by depriving him of that benifit. Sheathing his katana, and drew two hooked blades from sheaths on his backs. If that man even tried to attack again, he would be disarmed in an instant. Iager strafed slowly, making his way tword the duke.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 25, 2005 18:11:02 GMT -5
"Stop right there." Drake said only this and nothing more to the assassin. The figure continued moving toward the duke, keeping his eyes on Drake and holding two hooks ready for a counterattack if necessary. Seeing that his advice was not acknowledged, Drake decided the assassin had been warned fairly. A pair of tiny hooked blades were no match for his great sword. Taking two leaps forward, Drake feigned a vertical slash and instead jabbed quickly at his opponent.
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Post by Niccolo on May 25, 2005 18:21:57 GMT -5
"I wont be fooled fo easily, scum."
Iager sidestepped and caught the blade with his, the barbs catching the edges. he twisted his body, and between that and the man's own momentum, ripped the blade out of the guard's hands. As it fell, he gave it a kick to it's flat and sent it sliding across the marble floor to the other side of the room. He then jumped out of combat distance and piched a flurry of shurikens at the duke, still seated in bed.
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 25, 2005 18:47:31 GMT -5
Drake had been beaten. It was his first and only loss ever in combat. He stood there stunned, looking from the duke's bloody corpse, to his sword across the room, to the figure that had so easily countered his attack. Drake silently accepted defeat, and awaited the finishing blow...
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Post by Niccolo on May 25, 2005 20:23:51 GMT -5
Iager wanted none of it. He began to leave, not even glancing at the humbled guard. Sieg hadn't done anything to impede his progress, and all the combat and stealth had been pitiffuly easy. He hadn't even got to have any... fun with the duke. It was a disgusting dissapointment.
"Warrior!" he bellowed, hoping to make Sieg hear him. "You have failed, you pathetic scum!"
He turned to leave, and saw a number of guards blocking his way.
Hmm... this could still be fun.
Iager parted his cloak, and revealed a chain, wrapped several times around his chest and abdomen. The two halves met where two weights were held together. Pulling a pin out of one of the weights caused them to suddenly seperate, and the chain rapidly unwound itself until it had reached it's full 15 feet. He gripped the chain with both hands equal distance from the middle, the space in between running behind his back. He approached the guards slowly, letting the chains drag and fear sink in.
When he was about fifteen feet away, he snapped the chains much in the same way one snaps a whip. as he did, a circle of eight blades flipped up from the sides of the weights.
The guards' screams filled the night as they were massacred.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 25, 2005 22:42:08 GMT -5
Arrevan stood outside the Duke's manor, slowly counting his profits. Whistling a merry tune all the while. His pearly teeth glittered like fangs in the moonlight, his tounge sweeping across them. The only thing Arrevan loved more than money was his life - something that could not exist if not for the brilliance of gold. Hearing the pitiful screams of the guards, the trader knew it was time to go. "Nothing left for me here, I suppose I should mark the town from my route now. The power from here has faded completely... ", the trader followed through on his thought process, "Which means it will be incredibly prosperous in a number of years." Ambling along with his cart, his pockets full of coins, Arrevan didn't notice a little boy standing behind him in the shadows. ___________________________________ "You... you who call yourself a follower of a rightous cause? Have you no mercy for your fellow man? It matters not, I don't need compassionate followers, I simply need them to listen. There will be a large reward in it for you if you simply take the time to listen to my words. Meet me at the tavern at dawn, I have a feeling it won't have a full attendance, though." As if to prove his point, Kearn tossed a coin at the man, "There is much more where that came from, you'll see that I'm not lying." Without waiting for a response, Kearn willed the runes on his legs to give him strength. Leaping as hard as he could, the young child latched onto the wall, hoping to reach the origin of the screams, he had a hunch that his new friend, the decieved follower of the wind, would be there. His hands and feet moved with inhuman speed up the brick, finding every imperfection in the wall. Once he had reached their peak, he reached to the top, and pulled himself over. Sure enough, there was blood everywhere - the sign of a merciless killer. Running off in the direction the carnage pointed to, Kearn waved off a slight feeling of remorse for the guards. It had been their own fault for following false teachings. Maybe that would be different one day.
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 30, 2005 3:36:14 GMT -5
Ramos was jolted awake by the screams of the dying guards. "The Duke! No!" With as much speed as his heavily armored body allowed, Ramos sprinted from his hiding spot to the Duke's chamber only to find a bloody corpse. Overwhelmed by his failure, the proud warrior drowned in emotion. Slowly but surely, all of his feelings were replaced by only one: anger.
The evil that had been committed reeked of his failure, and he could not bear it. Feeling his heart-rate spike and his temper grow, Ramos tried to calm himself with several techniques, but it was no use. His eyes glowed crimson as his hair seemed to burn on his head. With his claymore flaming for righteous combat, he stormed out of the chamber in a frenzy, running right into Kearn.
"You again!" Ramos exclaimed, "Did you do this?!" Unable to form any more coherent thoughts, he gave into his anger and drew his blade, thirsting for the blood of evil.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 30, 2005 18:55:10 GMT -5
"Calm yourself, and think reasonably. What good would killing a preacher of lies bring me? No, I did not do this. I have a feeling that your friend from the tavern may have had something to do with it. I was just seeking him as you ran into me." Glancing around at the mutilated corpses and drying blood, Kearn formulated a plan, one he hoped would work. "Is vengence what you seek? We may be able to work together. I'll help you find and," Kearn tried to think of a word that would not give a concrete image,"find and... defeat the one that has caused so much pain, if in return you listen to my words with an open ear. I, of course, wouldn't bother you if I could not be of service."
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Post by Lobstrosity on May 30, 2005 19:20:50 GMT -5
Drake quietly stood listening to the two talking outside the duke's room. With the duke dead, Drake was out of a job, and had nowhere else to go. He stood leaning on his sword just inside the duke's chamber behind the door, where Ramos and Kearn had failed to notice him. Judging by the conversation they were having, they planned to kill Iager, the one who had murdered the duke. Perhaps he could use them to gain revenge...
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