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Post by Azan on Apr 21, 2005 18:36:04 GMT -5
(Jiub were our characters already at the cornerclub? Oh well)
“Keep quite we may still be wanted criminals, even though it may be a good thing to catch the thief it is not a wise thing, but seeing as how the guards still don’t know who they are looking for, that is what we even look like, and there is bound to be a bounty on his head, plus I could use some good practice, lets go” once saying that Azan drew his bow and took off in the direction of the thief.
bah, some first assignment, my orders were to wait in Balmora and not to draw attention, but alas perhaps some good gold will come out of it, after all I do need it.
Azan hoping that Koran was good at ambushing, running or both, continued to go where he had seen the thief run off to.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 21, 2005 19:39:26 GMT -5
Running far behind Azan, Koran realized that the enemy already had quite a lead on them.
This should help
He readied a jump spell as he got farther away from Azan, and as he muttered the incantation, he lept into the air with amazing speed. About 30 feet in the air, Koran came rushing towards the ground. He hit the ground running, right alongside Azan.
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 21, 2005 21:04:56 GMT -5
Gelltor was waiting at the top of a hill. As the dunmer thief neared his position, Gelltor swung his great glass halberd in a wide arc. The green blade of the weapon made a sickening thud as it connected with the thief, Vendir, removing his arm in the process. Vendir screamed and collapsed to his knees, blood spraying from the ghastly wound. Gelltor showed no mercy as he thrust the halberd towards hid foe, impaling him and ending his life instantly.
A loud clap of thunder woke the sleeping Nord. It was a moment before he realized it was a dream, and that he was still asleep in a room at the Cornerclub Inn. The constant noise of the rain soon lulled him back to sleep, and dreams of slaughtering more thieves and villains.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 22, 2005 0:03:23 GMT -5
Now, knowing his next action, Elthari took a long look at the man who had helped him before. "I am going to need your help... though I may not return here." Moving his fingers in a strange pattern, Elthari touched the man on his shoulder, light from his own hand, moving to the stranger's. "This is a short tracking spell, it won't last more than a few hours, and this wasn't a very good one, I can't spare much magicka right now. You will know where to find me when you are ready. Please, there will be a reward." I hope... Without waiting for a response, the breton dashed out of the corner club, the rain pouring heavily in front of him. Finishing off the potion he had used earlier, Elthari felt some of his magic return to his blood. Casting a quick light spell, and a haste spell, Elthari desperately tried to think of where he could have gone. Hearing a faint yell over the din of the rain, Elthari decided to take a chance and head in that direction. As best as he could, the battlemage sprinted, now hasted, through the barely-illuminated night, hopelessly trying to catch the owners of the voices amid a strange, new city. Balmora no longer seemed as beautiful as it was only hours ago. Elthari had never had good luck.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 22, 2005 19:50:26 GMT -5
Vendir glanced over his shoulder. There were voices, and some incredibly bright lights. All remorse fled from him as he remembered the one and only rule of being a theif: stay alive.
Goddamn! How could he have recovered already? That poison is supposed to last for four hours!
He then drew a small syringe out of his belt, sqeezed the air out of it, and stuck it in a vein. All his senses sharpened as the stimulant instantly took effect. It displeased him to use it though, as the main ingredient was moon sugar. He then took off at top speed, able to see perfectly through the stimulant's night eye effect. He said a brief prayer for his dear mother's spirit, thanking her for his alchemical knowledge. he came to the bridge when he ran headlong into a pair of guards.
"Hey, whats the hurry?" asked the tall, armoured man. "Waitaminute...you're Vend-" his sentence was cut short as the lanky dunmer thrust a dagger into the chink in his chest armor, then ran as the officer's partner bellowed; "RAISE THE ALARM! IT'S HIM!"
Vendir enjoyed the notority a 12,540 septim bounty brought him, but it really was a pain in the ass when all the guards in Balmora knew him on sight and there was a warrant out for his death.
Well, that's what happens when you're a criminal for 16 years of your life. Vendir thought as he scurried up a dark alleyway.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 22, 2005 20:05:45 GMT -5
waiting atop the south corner club, lay a Jaguaric Kajiit, just sitting there watching people walk, suddenly he saw a man, a breton, walking down the road, and started randomly following him from a distance...
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 23, 2005 21:00:07 GMT -5
(Demon, where the hell did you get a syringe? this RP is in medieval times!)
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 24, 2005 12:28:43 GMT -5
(it's a primitive syringe, made of chitin or something....yeah, that's it...stop asking stupid questions and post.)
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 24, 2005 14:43:16 GMT -5
(hey, I just wanted to clarify, and I can't post until azan does)
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Post by Niccolo on May 17, 2005 19:38:59 GMT -5
(aw hell, I'll advance it myself.)
Vendir saw a figure jump about 30 feet into the air, shilloueted against the moon. It was coming from the direction he was heading, so he assumed someone had seen him. He decided to double back the way he came by a different route.
No one'll expect me to go back to the cornerclub. Lets hope it works.
He had made it over the river and was nearing where he started when on a dimmly illuminated street, he saw someone. He was face to face with Elthari. He slowly brought his hand to his shortsword and prepared for the inevitable.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 18, 2005 22:17:41 GMT -5
A crackle of lightning ripped through the air, the thunder close on its heels. The rain splashed off of Elthari's face, his breathing unsteady. In front of him he could see the man who had betrayed him. Vendir... Elthari's hand strayed to the hilt of his blade, resting in its sheath at his side. Anger could cleary be seen raging in his eyes, and his voice could be easily heard over the raging storm. "You... monster! May the divine have mercy on your soul!" the breton's voice was wavering, but intense, "Those like you do not deserve to live." Grasping the hilt of the unfamilier blade, Elthari swiped it from its nesting place with a single swift motion, both hands grasping the weight of the blade. The battlemage hoped that the other fighter had not seen him slip in the mud, almost falling under the new weapon. Once more streak of lightning illuminated the sculpture of a screaming face underneath a long, though dulled. red and purple blade. An old daedric dai-katana was now being gripped in the hands of the figher-mage. "It is time to match blades, vile fiend!" Giving the other only enough time to draw his own weapons, Elthari lunged at the man in a blind fury, swinging the long blade over his head, bringing it down towards the head of his newly aquired foe.
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Post by Umbrafire on May 19, 2005 14:50:13 GMT -5
Koran fell through the air, all the while cursing as he watched Vendir run towards the cornerclub. He landed with bent knees and a perfect acrobatic finesse that he had acquired through his years of living off the land. Looking down into the dirt, Koran spat in the dirt as he felt the effects of the jump spell leave his body. He stood up and stared at the two men, fighting as life in the town went on around them. Koran waited, thinking of what to do. Then, he remembered Azan, and realized that he hadn't the slightest idea as to where he was. Koran then began to look about, trying to find him.
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Post by Niccolo on May 19, 2005 14:53:33 GMT -5
Vendir managed to step out of the way of the large sword, it's blade missing him by a hair. He circled around Elthari, injecting a dose of combat drugs into his leg as he did. He could feel the power it granted rushing through him almost immediatley.
"You're right, I don't deserve to live! But not you or anyone else is going to stop me from doing so, and I'll do it any damn way I please!"
He stopped after he had made a 220 degree arc around Elthari, then lunged, feinting with his dagger, and actually attacking with the shortblade.
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Post by KiddoFreak on May 19, 2005 16:13:06 GMT -5
Elthari only caught the trick when it was nearly too late, the night had distracted his eyes. Just barely rolling out of the way in time to dodge the shortblade, it left a large cut on his arm, tearing through his robe. Shrugging off the pain, the battlemage attempted his favored spell. One hand tried vainly to hold up the katana, as his other began to glow with a faint green light. In two quick motions, Elthari threw the paralysis spell at Vendir with his wounded arm, diluted blood splashing out of the cut, and swifty grabbed a strong hold of his weapon once more, instantly advancing on his foe. The fighter forced his feet to stand correctly is the slippery mud, though the task was a difficult one with the added weight of the daedric weapon. This time, he made a much more conservative strike, using less force, but keeping himself ready for a counter if there should be one. Swinging the blade in an arc across his body, the blade blurred in another shock of lightning.
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Post by Niccolo on May 20, 2005 16:52:40 GMT -5
Vendir saw his blow connect, and was going to follow it up when he froze involiuntarily. There was not a thing he could do but watch as the massive blade made an arc tword him.
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