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 Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:26 am
Now that was more like it. the loving sound to him of metal to metal. the forcing the blades down and Kierna's spin, he got a little fancy himself. he turned the blade down, so the pommel faced the cieling and tossed it up behind him, the blade goign straight up his back to clang metal to the swing, falling back down to a waiting hand while he stepped forward and pivoted on his heel, the balde twirling around so it faced down again, and arced up in front of him from the side, blade agasint the forearm bfore swing in an a wide arc at chest level and drawn quickly back into stance, the action of whichi macking a downward arc of the blade as well, wether it hit metal or not.
Time for a little more offense. a fient forward and then a rush, a simple side swing to hit metal on metal, and then spun the blade along and around kiernas, so the pommel faced the other elf, and catchign hsi hilt on Kierna's blade , forced it down and then flung his back up, swithcin hands mid rebound so bakc aroudn the blade it went, the tiem offsetting Kieran's and would give him a clean shot at teh neck, shoulder area.
"the Tier'dal are feared for our uses to a blade, as much as you pride on yours."
A grin.
While Broog made teh fastner, he lifted one hand up to teh pot, andtitled it, pouring the metal into teh mold with a sizzle. Electrum was eas to bend with tools, very pliable, but not so with fingers or hands..and not easy to cut. good for collars.
Once he finished witht eh fastener and had the mold cooling, he got beck up, and walked to Zahara, and started looking at her, titlign his head and inspecting her head and neck, and a poke at each breast as well.
"Youz dun haves da metals on da chesties like some of da darkies. So mez no has to matches da collars do de chesties."
And back to work, opening the mold with a show of strength, simply bashing it with a heavy thunk. Broog might be lovable, but he was an ogre, and they were still very strong. then the base in electrum was done, now the finese.
Since Broog was trained aroudn and with Tier'Dal, he used thier ideas to make it. Tier'dal women liked weapon displays. Zaraha used daggers. she must be an assassin, after all, clerics and warriors never used daggers. assassin's like poisons. So more electrum in the pot. and more molds set out.
While the metla melted, he took the base collar and attached hte fasteners to both ends, made sure they fit right, and pressed them together lightly. not neough to latch it, but to get a good look at it. the metal bent a bit crudely, simple ogre strength, but he got a clamp looking device with rollers in it and clamped it on, runnign it over the metal and smothign out the bend.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 3:57 pm
His own blade hit Malik's at first swing and his second was disrupted and turned from it's intended usage to merely bring the flat of his blade against Malik's own as the drow arced it out to counterstrike at him. He only let Malik's sword ride his own and silde, which left his blade in a good position to take the downward move as well. Then forced two steps back as Malik went on the offense, Kieran dropping one hand from his blade to use it with one just as well as he had done with two. Though he was impressed as Malik forced his blade down and offset a sort of rythm that had subconciously held to one another. A drop down on one knee, throwing up a forearm to let Malik's blade catch there, metal slicing through the soft leather of his guantlet to clink against the mithril bracer underneath. A quick flip of his blade and it was under Malik's and Kieran was back on both feet, grinning at Malik. "A good match then...one only fights as hard as his pride lets him."
She didn't know whether to laugh at Broog or be horrified or something else. But the look on Zahara's face at the personal space invasion was priceless. But her humor only lasted so long before she went back to being fascinated by this whole process of collar making. He made them without ever looking to another, seemingly not ever thinking about it. The designs were in his head and left to his imagination. Though she was still worrying over it all.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 5:47 pm
"and I have plenty of pride."
A swing up and a reverse to the other side of Kieran's blade, sliding his down so the hilt collided, and fast enough to a bit of sparking, and then an offbalance tilt that sent the blade point at kieran's chest as opposed to his shoudler, and a hard shove forward in a thrust, and a bit of sublte foot work to place the edge of a toe of a boto behind Kieran's that just may trip him. if the trip worked, the already downward angle on his blade thrust could possible impale on the floor. if it broke and no trip, then it at least coudl shove him back enough for other manuvers. but a little concentration, and the blade, close enough already to those light infused eyes, pulse a bright bluish white with the sacred engery it was infused with. even an imbument to a weapon can be an advantage if one knew hwo to work it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 6:08 pm
Kieran only leaned his weight into the locked blades, foot sliding back till the heel of his boot touched Malik's own boot and actually used to brace himself a bit more and he brought the weight on his other side to the ball of his other foot. Though Kieran did flinch at the pulse of light from the sword that was indeed so close. For a moment the gold in his eyes spiked a little brighter and stayed in that fashion. Well damn good move Malik...too much light caused a white wash of sorts over Kieran's vision. He grinned at his mock opponet past locked swords. "Well...you pay attention, that's good to know." But that didn't have him beat yet by a long shot. His free hand lashed up to grab the exposed hilt of Malik's sword and Kieran dropped, letting hismelf hit the ground and sliding between Malik's legs all in one motion. Of course that also caused a violent scrape of metal and instant tension release. Any new or eager swordsman would of taken a step back, Kieran took his forward. Popping back up to his feet he helf his blade horizontal, placing a hand over his eyes a moment. Sure...putting Malik out of his vision was a bad thing, but being flash blind was just as bad. He just needed two seconds anyway.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 6:44 pm
Okay serious space invasion. She crossed her arms over her breasts and shot him a look of pure disgust. If looks could kill Broog would be up in a thousand flames at this point. She opened her mouth to blast him and then sighed, Damn ogres. He didn't look the least bit concerned about it and the process was stripping her anger and making her much more likely to watch him and at least let him finish the collar before gutting him. "Don't do that again."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 7:01 pm
Broog didn't seem to notice her look, or her words. and he sat back down, titling the pot into teh other molds, and sat down, though he did look at her belly ring.
"We'ze make you anodda ringing for da belly to. sumtin to match da collar, yupperz."
And another look at Zahara. and then a few more poundings to open the other molds, and there were daggers and snakes. and a few more working, setting daggers in crossings along the collar, and then two snakes coming at eachother in the center. and little daggling daggers from it like piper had arrows. all in electrum, and shiney and fine. and then a red gemstone in the sent like her other necklace.
"youz like?"
Malik didn't give him two seconds, and arced back with his blade to attempt a backward near beheading, tilting on his heal to face Kieran and grinning lightly.
"I always pay attention to what an opponent might have trouble with."
A chuckle and shake of his head pulling back into his usual stance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 7:18 pm
Piper took one look at the thing and thought she'd never wanted to see it again. Seemed Broog took 'like Piper's' to the utmost intention of the phrase. Again that threatened feeling welled up inside. Her rational mind had been kicked to the curb and now her irrational mind was messing with her head and pointing all the lovely things out. Like she once did...Zahara was going under the rule of a collar, only to prove that it wouldn't be something of enslavement. Zahara was also not only probably physically stronger than Piper, but also more magically powerful...and Zahara was drow. Even if she was Lolthian, her and Malik had the same basic drow principals she was sure...and enemies weren't always enemies. Oh yeah, she felt threatened. But she didn't say anything, only tugged at her own collar.
A stumbling step back for Kieran, bringing up his blade as he dropped his hand to join the other on his sword's hilt, bringing the blade back up to protect from Maliks'. The gold in Kieran's eyes was back to the original level he had induced in them. Though now he was wise to Malik's tricks. Kieran let his sword tip drop back to the ground as Malik stepped back and Kieran took a moment to inspect the damage to his gauntlet. Well damn. A grin and a look back up to Malik. "Seems we're pretty well matched, eh Malik?" He rolled his shoulder back once more pulling back into stance as well. Though a slight glance at Fianna to make sure she was still in place.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 7:23 pm
"okay.." He was making her another navel ring? Alright, she'd go with it. She watched as he continued to make the collar and nodded, "It's nice Broog, very nice." The daggers hanging down reminded herl very much of the ones she wore at her hips and she grinned. It suited her rather nicely even with the snakes. At least it didn't have spiders all over it, that woul dhave just pissed her off. A hand went to teh pendant around her neck adn the red gem with teh spider emblazoned on it in the middle. He'd even put a red gem on it for her. Perfect. So it was now or never...put it on...or don't? She had to put it on, she couldn't have made Broog do all that work and then not wear it, taht just wouldn't be right. Besides without her choosing it, Malik was going to choose it for her the secodn Fianna was out teh door. She couldn't let him see her the first time when Fianna was nearby either, she'd have to find some way of attracting his attention. Maybe she should drop a plate, the minute he heard the china clatter, he'd come running ready to kill imps. or she could simply call out that the imps were tryingt to eat his shoes again. Yeah that would work... "so now I just put it on? Or does it have to cool or something like that?"
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 7:45 pm
Broog shrugged, but he saw the look from Piper. he knew she was comparing and didn't seem thrilled. he did what he was supposed to, why was piper not thrilled?
"Broog did a good jobz, right?"
And then he went to working on a new navel ring for her. that only took a few minutes, as instead of making one, he grabbed a handfull from his chest of shinies and displayed them on the table.
Malik grinned lightly.
"Indeed."
Then back at it, blades crossing and and parries, thrusts and swings back and forth. fancy swordtricks and the like aside, it was quite an enven match indeed. though he did occasionally glance at Fianna as well, just to guage her reaction not only to them sparring, but the fact that it was kieran against a drow.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:09 pm
"Huh?" A quick look back to Broog and she forced a smile at him. "Yes...you did a fine job Broog. I'm very pleased." Good thing she'd learn how to eaily force a mood. Malik had taught her that. A reach over and a pat on Broog's head to show that she was indeed pleased.
It was a good while they kept it up, neither seemingly running out of steam or wanting to give up what was purely a mock battle between them, no glory even up for grabs about it all. Or perhaps they were just having fun, Kieran reliving a time that he had really put away at this point in his life. But one final lock up from the pair before they broke it and Kieran stepped back, sheathing his sword with a grin to Malik. Breathing was a little up. "I dare say...good show Malik."
Fianna was still sitting there, wathching easy as ever. She didn't seem to be giving any sour reaction to anything but she did look a little, not all there. Perhaps that was just the dark getting to her at the moment. But she offed Kieran and Malik a smile all the same. "Quite the show indeed."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:18 pm
Broog knew better, but he wasn't going say anything, just enjoy the petting. and gave a nod.
"Broogs always happy to plezus da mistrez. Doos da darkies likes it and da ringies?
His attention turned to Zahara and he waited patiently for her response.
Malik nodded and handed over Ebony ot a slave and nodded at Kieran.
"A good show, yes. might need you to come back and visit more often."
Then a glance at Fianna, and gesture to Kieran.
"Is she alright? she seemed a little...out of things."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:36 pm
"Mmhmm. Very pleased." More like very threatened...she just couldn't get this what if thing out of her head. Even though her mind was trying to remind her that she had nothing to worry about at all and she was just looking into this far too much. Still...elves had that innate sense of paranoia for things thier minds could come up with.
"I'll make sure to put such allowances in my schedule...but at least I can add the honor of fighting with a drow to my books." Yeah that would be nice, but at Malik's gesture he looked back over to Fianna, studying her a moment. "She's alright...but yes, out of things would be correct. When the Underdark weighs on her, she tends to be a little distant. A reverie ususally sets her back to goo spirits. It really is hard for her...never been below the surface before." An inquisitive look to Malik. "Did Piper go through the same thing?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 8:55 pm
Malik shoook his head lightly.
"Other than the treelimb, not really. she's been spending so much time hiding under other guises, that hiding in the underdark wasn't that big a deal but she did have ome minor trouble holding her tongue in certain places."
A small chuckle.
"Only surface elf I know that would backtalk a professional assassin."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 9:06 pm
"You know...at one time I though I should of called her Viper for that viper's tongue she has at moments. If she has something to say...she'll certinally let you know now won't she? And she doesn't care who you are or what you do either." A light shake of his head and a little chuckle at that. Sure, he hadn't seen his daughter in over half a century, but she really hadn't changed that much now had she? That wasn't a bad thing either. A walk over to Fianna, running a hand through her hair before pulling her up and lacing an arm around her waist, letting her lean on him. Attention back to Malik. "She didn't give you too much greif on your own turf did she?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 6:58 am
She nodded, "A beautiful job Broog." A glance at Piper, she seemed a bit out of sorts, almost like she was distracted then her eyes moved to the array of navel rings on the table. Hers was just a simple silver ring but Broog had a few with little things hanging off of them. Hmm, one to match her collar. She chose one with a dagger shaped charm hanging off of it and nodded, "This one Broog, I think. It goes rather well with the collar, don't you think?" A smile to Broog. Everything was going pretty much according to plan. Now she just had to put on the collar and find Malik. She was still a little worried about how he would react. But she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.
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