BW2: Planeshift ((read instructions first.))

[blackjack]

Evan ran through the forest as fast as he could looking back now and then to see if he was beeing followed. "Hmm guess it was nothing after all." He slowed down a bit so he could ready a few spells to use on that troll. He was looking through his component pouch when he saw it again, the reflexion of a person above him. Above him? He looked up but saw nothing but air and leaves. "I know you're up there! come on down if you dare or i'll burn you down!"

[Griffin_2007]

(OOC: OI, newb! Get ride of the bloody signature. It slows loading time for nothing but a pointless picture!)

She shuffled to her feet, dusting her skirt off uncerimoniously, grabbing her bow as she ran into the tangle of trees. It was Evan she neared first, bellowing at someone - Or with the way that boy was, being paranoid at nothing - to come out. softly, Addy came to halt, closing her eyes and allowing to trees to do the watching.

There was someone, female, and a fighter. She fought back the instinctive 'fighter = assassin' conclusion, seeing as the woman wasn't attacking. Still, that didn't mean she was friendly. Focusing on the tree where the woman perched, she shifted the tree to form loose rings around the woman's legs.

About halfway through, she had to stop, her breathing heavy and sweatbeading on her forehead. She'd pushed herself too far, trying to fix and minimize all of Evan's damage. Well, fine then, if he died it was his own damn fault, and she wasn't saving him... cause she couldn't.

//Cailen!// She called urgently, through their family bond, her voice nervous and frightened calling her big brother. //We have visitors, and I don't think they're friendly!//

//Please wake up!//

[blackjack]

Evan was still waiting for the stranger to show himself. He took a few components from his pouch and held them in his hand. "Come on ya b*****d ive got something for ya."


Meanwhile Cailan was finally coming back to his senses. He felt like his head had been split in two, which was probably pretty close to what had happened. He took in his surroundings, finding himself in a damp, dimmly lit cave, luckily the troll was nowhere to be found. //Cailen!// He heard his sister call out to him, something about...visitors? //Not so fast sis and not so loud please, i got knocked on the head by a huge club thanks to your little stunt.//

[t r i m t r i m CAVALRY]

((OOC: Sheesh, you could at least be nice about it....))
Anya landed with grace. She looked at Evan whom she had been following. "Hello." she said with a slight smirk. "You wanted to see me, so here I stand." Her scythe Mira glowed softly.

[Griffin_2007]

(OOC: Or, I could just as easily not be. *snorts* Nice. *rolls eyes*)

Addy, ducked behind a tree as the woman settled to the ground. Her words weren't threatening, but her tone left the option wide open.

The young woman pulled her onyx bow from her shoulder, pulling out a dark arrow, aiming it carefully through the shifting foliage. She wouldn't fire, not yet anyway, but she wasn't going to stand idly by either.

/Fighter, cornered Evan. Get over here./

[blackjack]

//I'm a little busy but fine i'll try and get there.// "If i dont die first." Cailan sighed, this was exactly why he hated adventuring with Evan and Addy. He pulled at the chain binding him. Too strong to break he thought.


"So you showed your face at last" Evan clenched his hands. "I have but three words to say to you. Friend. Or. Foe!"

[Griffin_2007]

(OOC: *growls at Petey* the damn site is a piece of buggered rats intestines....)
Name: Roland Luther
Age: 23
Sex - Male
Race: human
Occupation: Paladin
Weapon of choice: Blessed Long Sword
Appearance:
hair - Short, but a bit overgrown, Black
eyes - Brown, unless casting anti-magic. Then ice blue.
height - 6'0
Clothing - Black under tunic, etc etc etc, even boots, light spelled armor for weight and durability since he has not honestly magical powers himself. IS NOT the full bodied plate mail of middle ages. Erm... kinda is like this, its close enough. Maxim - Lufia 2 God bless old video games...
build - lean, broad shouldered
Personality: Meh, too bored to decide. More mature then anyone else, except possibly Cailen. Normal person. XD - been so long since I've had one of those....
Items: light armor, And hell, since I'm lazy (as mentioned) we'll make the sword like Maxim's too...lol
Magic/Special attacks - anti-magic. When casted any and all magic is halted, like a technological dead zone. Depending on the spred, it can be easy or incrediably draining. CAN NOT cast magic.
Special Talent - Is a trained healer.

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Roland had intended to use the cave he'd stumbled upon as a sort of bas camp while he searched for the dangerous demon band that was said to lurk in this area, but that had been quickly stomped out as the tell tale sounds of trolls echoed in the near forest. Knowing that if he left the cave, the beasts would immediatly catch his scent, he hid in a smaller alcove off the main room. It had enough shadows to easily hide him from their beady eyes.

It had been a rather abrupt surprise when a Troll had half squeezed into the area, only about a third of the beefy frame making it in. Luckily, the troll was not the intended tenent, instead a large young man was unceremoniously dropped on the groud.

In chains.

Since when did Trolls use chains? When did they find the brains for chains to ever occur to them? Smart trolls, what was the world coming too?

He waited patiently for the monstrosity to leave, but apparently he'd hit his stalking quota for the day and was settling in. This was not good. There was no way he was going to be able to take a full size troll by himself in a s**t hole like this, particularly since he'd put himself, quite stupidly he know realized, in this tiny place where he couldn't leave without undue noise.

As the minutes passed, the man growned mumbling something as he came too. It sounded vaguely like '...Don't Die first...' At least he knew what happened.

Roland approached him quietly, keeping an eye on the lounging troll as he moved passed the small enterance. Motioning the man to be silent, he began inspecting the shackles.

If either of them had a chance, they'd better work together.

[blackjack]

Cailan watched as a stranger approached him and started fiddling with his shackles. Who the heck was this? //sis there's some...guy in the troll cave with me...he might be an ally though since he's trying to get me loose.//

The stranger finally suceeded in cutting Cailain loose, unfortunatley he also got the attention of the troll guard. Cailan looked around him and spotted his sword. "Distract him while i get my weapon."

[Griffin_2007]

"Weapon?" Roland echoed hopefully. "That's always a plus."

The troll had lumbered to its feet by now, roaring its rather peturbed declaration throughout the cave.

"Bugger it..." Roland swore, growling as he forced his way out of the alcove. He looked back at the man - just passed boyhood now that he could see him in the light - then snapped back towards his opponent.

There would be no fighting in the cave, that was certain. That meant he had to direct it away from its food and after him. It shouldn't be too hard. "HEY UGLY!" he bellowed, waving his hands above his head. The troll roared anf turned to him.

Now all he had to do was survive.

[blackjack]

Cailan made a mad dash for his sword staying out of reach of the troll's club. The nit occured to him though, even if he could get to his sword this cave wasnt big enough to fight properly. "Well s**t first things first." He picked up his sword and turned around only...the troll wasnt there. He followed the unmistakable sound of troll footsteps and soon found himself face to...well back with his captor. "Payback time ol boy." He thrust his sword forward ramming it through the troll's back.

[Griffin_2007]

Roland gave a sigh of relief when he heard the deathly gurgle from the monstrosity of a troll. He turned to give his new partner his congradulations when the most unnatural thing occured. The blood bubbled, it boiled like a tea kettle, the texture almost sandy from his veiw, and pitch black.

As the troll slumped he watched it wind slowly around the hilt of the young man's blade. Suddenly it clicked. Smart trolls, moving in - from what he'd seen - is well organized pairs, and blood that moved with its own mind.

"LET GO!" he hollared frantically. "It been tainted!"

Running forward he slammed into Cailen, ripping his hands away from the blade, barely before his fingers were captured.

"Demon taint." He hiss, watching the blood continued up the sword. "Nothing good can come of touching it."

[blackjack]

Cailan watched the tainted blood squirm, getting angrier as it covered his sword. "Tainted blood or not i want my sword back NOW!" He pulled a small gnarled stick from his pouch and broke the top off, instantly a dark blue flame appeared. "Take this." He brought the stick closer to his sword's hilt burning the tainted blood off. As soon as enough of it was gone he put his hand around the hilt, pulled the sword out and burned the blood that was left on his sword. "Right now what?"

[Griffin_2007]

Roland blinked at the now clean sword. "What is that?" he marveled at the firestick. "I've never seen anything remove the tainst so easily! Usually it involves an entire order of holy priests, so, well, swords tend to be left."

He inspected the tool again. Being as it was, him a magicless paladin, something like this could greatly assist others in his field who was not able to bless thier weapons. Bumping into these things was their job, but it was hard to serve your cause when your weapons are constantly eaten.