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Post by Niccolo on Apr 6, 2005 17:46:12 GMT -5
Iager let out a slightly exasperated sigh. Such a rudimentary tactic for one who seemed so promising. What a waste. He decided to toy with him for a little while before killing him. Iager nimbly sidestepped and ducked simultaneously, flicks of his twin blades making small ribbons of blood on Ramos' cheek. He then spun, bringing the blade to the back of Ramos' neck as he wispered in his ear, "nor does the Second of Wind have any for you." He then thrust.
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EvilTrigun
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Post by EvilTrigun on Apr 17, 2005 2:32:18 GMT -5
((I'm beginning to think this fight will take forever unless we complete it in a chat room (see my idea from the Halo RP). Just send me a private tell with your screename and whenever you can be on and we can do this much faster. Until then, let the fight continue.))
Ramos rolled from the pressure of the blade, preventing it from penetrating to his spine. He quickly faced Iager again, his rage inconceivable. By the gods, that was foolish! I need to control my anger if I hope to win this encounter. Although still filled with fury, Ramos now had control and regained his wits. Fighting the urge to charge again, he stepped back into a more defensive stance. Slowly he advanced on the servant of wind
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 17, 2005 12:45:59 GMT -5
Hmmm.... perhaps this may get interesting.
Iager noted Ramos's new stance, and decided to try a different tactic. He sprinted at inhuman speed around the warrior, showering him with shuriken every step of the way. After making a 180 degree arc around the man, he leapt into the air one blade blocking, the other heading twords Ramos's spine.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 20:55:46 GMT -5
The trader was in heaven right now. Handing out potions and pulling in coins, and bets on the winner too. Shouting above the mindless din of the crowd, Arrevan was making a hefty profit. "Healing potions! Bandages! Ale! I have it all! Place your bets on the winner," Arrevan pulled the cart out of the way of a flying shriken, allowing the projectile to stick into a patron of the bar,"I'll give you a discount on a potion, buy now!" Arrevan only handed the man the liquid after he had shoved a number of coins into his overflowing pockets. With the current situation, fighting was one of the most profitable commodities. _________________ (Okay, I'm going to introduce my first official "puppet" character, now. Explaining him in full would take away from the situation, so I'm going to start a thread for puppet characters and how they work pretty soon.)
Bursting through the door with a shout, a small boy in black and white clothes drew twin shimmering blades. Runes on the lower part of the metal glowed with power as others on his pants pushed him into the fray. The thin swords were a flurry of steel as the man's arms and hands skillfully brandished them. In large, sweeping blows, the man dove into the air in front of the charging assasssin, blocking the man's blade with his own. Sweat trickled down the boy's face, from his scruffy brown hair to his undeveloped chin. HIs blue eyes shone with intensity as he shouted in a voice, still not blessed with the strength of a man's. "Stop this pointless fighting, you are not each other's enemies!"
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 19, 2005 21:11:13 GMT -5
Iager flipped backwards as his blade was blocked by some young man, weilding two blades as well. Speaking in a voice like a hissing gale, he retorted; "Out of the way child, unless you wish to die."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 21:31:28 GMT -5
Once more the boy repeated: "Stop this fighting! You are not each other's enemies!" The runes on the boy's gloves gave off a small light as they set up the twin blades in a defensive position. "I will not endure this pointless fighting! You have to listen to me!"
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 19, 2005 21:40:56 GMT -5
"As you wish."
Iager then surged tword the boy with a flurry of attacks, far more than seemed humanly possible.
He's not going to get in my way.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 22:10:22 GMT -5
Every symbol on Kearn's body lit up with a bright intensity and four blades danced with each other in the dim light. His own looked nearly black and white as they smeared to block the oncoming attacks. Now, breathing heavily, Kearn yelled once more. "Stop this! This is pointless, we are not each other's enemies!" With a quick jolt of his legs, Kearn dodged the blades and jumped onto the serving counter, spilling food and drink on a stunned crowd. One blade, now glowing black, seemed to push itself backwards, while the other, now glowing white, covered the boy's body from any further attack. The boy could barely get his words out, as he was breathing much too heavily. "Please, listen to me!" _________ This new arrival was not a good omen. He wanted to stop the fighitng! Arrevan thought quickly, and pulled out a potion that gave off a putrid smell. Hurling the whole container, with the yellow liquid inside, the trader knew that the poison would rip through the boy's body, ending his life quickly. To Arrevan's amazement, the boy's leg harmlessly kicked the bottle aside as it neared him, not exploding until it hit an uninhabited section of the tavern.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 20, 2005 17:49:41 GMT -5
Iager saw the fatigue in the boy's movements, and seized on the opportunity. Lunging forward, he caught both the blades into a deadlock, and with a sharp click, thrust his boot-knife into the boy's chest. With a slight chuckle, he flicked up his toes, breaking off the blade in the boy's body. A snap kick caught then him in the stomach. The wound he'd caused was nonfatal. The boy should be fine. He then turned to the crowd.
"We are done here. Begone, peons!"
Seeing not an inch of movement from the assembled throng, he threw a small ball at the mob, which erupted into flame a few feet in front of them, sending them stampeeding out the door. He than turned to Ramos.
"Come, warrior, I wish to talk."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 20, 2005 21:16:55 GMT -5
Drawing his breath in sharply, Kearn quickly sheathed the blades again. A few runes on his stomach and chest began to shine as they attempted to cover the wound. The spike was pushed a small amount outward, now, his enchantments keeping much of the pain out and the blood in. Stumbling off to a corner, the boy pulled the metal from himself and sat, waiting for the conversation to begin. Gods! This hurts! Oh well, at least they stopped fighting... Breathing heavily, the child watched the two warriors. _______ Arrevan quickly picked up a few dropped coins and thrust them into overflowing pockets. He had done well, here. Now, He ran towards the fallen fighter. Holding out a potion, this one blue. "I promise, this one isn't acidic. Only 5 coins, I'll give you an apology discount."
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 20, 2005 21:30:23 GMT -5
At the trader's voice, Iager turned.
"I said out!" he bellowed, throwing a shurikien at the man's head.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 20, 2005 21:41:09 GMT -5
Ducking quickly, allowing the shuriken to stick into the wall. Arrevan dusted himself and spoke as if in a lecturing tone. "I can assure you, I am no "peon". I am the great trader Arrevan, and I would expect respect from the likes of you." Laughing to himself, the plump man went back to rummaging though his items after the boy had refused the potion.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 20, 2005 21:57:01 GMT -5
Iager gave the pompus trader a sideways glance and then returned his attention to Ramos.
"I would like you to join me in playing a little...game, you could say. As you may well know, the duke of this sqallid land is a devout follower of the faith of fire. Being a wealthy man, he gives much money to the various churches of the fire gods. However, he has no heir, and the sucessor will be his half brother, a devout follower of wind. I have been given a contract to...remove the duke, a task I shall take on tonight. Should you wish to prevent me, I suggest you attempt to stop me tonight, or the majority of your income shall be lost. I do this soley because without your opposition, assasinating the dear duke would be oh so dull. I will come tonight, and make no mistake, I will kill ANYONE who should get in my way. And with that, I bid you farwell."
Iager leapt to the counter, and then through the hole in the ceiling, and he was gone.
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 22, 2005 20:28:39 GMT -5
Arrevan pondered the quick one's words for a minute. "Tonight, eh?" the trader thought out loud, "I'll have to take his money before then..." And with that, the man left the room in a hustle, pushing his cart ahead of him. It jolted over every bump in the ground on the way to the mansion of the lower priest. This swayed his short, stringy black hair a litte, and jiggled his fat as he went. Stopping only a moment to pick up his fallen cap, pushed off by a slight burst of wind, the trader went back to his buisness. When he got to the door, Arrevan proceeded to allow himself in to the mosty abandoned building, immediately setting up his call. "Precious blue saphires! Get 'em while you still can. The prices are rising all the time!" _____________ Still mostly alone in the pub, Kearn slowly limped over to the remaining fighter. Holding his chest tightly as it healed, the boy looked the other in the eye. "That ignorant pile of refuse is a terrible pox upon Yrimmuas," spitting off to the site, a little blood came with the saliva,"I certainly hope you will listen closer the reason, and while the place is still empty, too. So, do you wish to hear my story? I'll keep it short, of course."
(Okay, I've decided to allow each player to have two characters (excluding Kearn, the puppet (read the sticky)). Let me explain why. Without revealing too much of the plot, the characters basiclly end up getting chased by the temples. They send out assassins to eliminate the threat, thus allowing there to be tribunal characters. I will allow each player to choose a role of an assassin, and play as them. Remember, everyone can play as Kearn after reading about him in the sticky. Note that you don't have to play one of them if you don't wish to, mainly because of the effort required to keep two characters seperate. Throughout the story, the party will probably run into some priests, when this happens, let me post as them first, kind of giving everyone else a model to follow. Okay, that's it, lets get back to backin' it.)
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Post by EvilTrigun on May 21, 2005 8:20:23 GMT -5
Ramos extinguished his flaming sword an slowly sheathed it, barely hearing Kearn's words as he was lost in thought. What kind of wicked game does that filthy winder have cooked up? Assassinating the duke? Preposterous! There should be more than enough guards proecting him... although that fighter was skilled... I will have to set my own trap tonight if I hope to bathe the thief in holy fire.
Suddenly coming out of his deep thoughts, Ramos noticed the young fighter was still there. Quickly judging him, Ramos put his hand on his claymore's hilt and asked, "What god do you worship, young one, and what are you doing here?"
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