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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 5:46 pm
It was bad enough to loose the feeling of Kieran, and then Malik blipped off her internal radar too. Okay, she was disturbed further now and not having fun. Though she had been taking Malik's route and more or less not moving, or only moving when she had to. Of course she already had two arrows knocked at the same time on her bow string...but shooting something that not only phased but with a smoke screen at the same time, was hard. Though her look jerked at Malik's voice, glowing gold in her eyes at least cutting the smoke some. "What?!" Did he honestly mean that? No wonder Malik had blipped off her radar...that wasn't her Malik, not to mention the bearing prescene of Malvolence that had replaced the feeling. Which meant a few things, either Malik was giving into his sword, or that wasn't Malik at all. Damn on both accounts. "If you expect me to take that order, you're out of your mind." Didn't matter anyway, she knew he wasn't near by.
Blood drenched...that would label him bait easily for anything that liked the substance. But the moment he struggled out of a clawing imp's reach just enough, he ripped his dagger from it's sheath and slammed it down into it's skull, just between it's horns. A kick at it to further distance and allow him to pull his other arm up and bring his scimitar back down, cleaving through teh imps midsection completely.
Getting dumped someplace strange that smelled like horrid things was not fun. But he was up on his feet in a moment's time then, breathing a bit hard. A look down at the floor, to see bones makes more or less a carpet on it. Human from thier looks. But he coughed at the pungent smell for a moment before shaking his head as if that would help. Light enhanced vision gave him his surroundings. Oh hell, he was in a cell. Though more worrisome than being in a cell was the all too familiar sight of PIper...or rather what was supposd to be Piper, being changed into...something feline like. Though he knew it not his daughter at all...it was still disturbing as hell. Then his ears twitched at a crowl and he spun around, pressing his back to the cell wall and bringing his blade up. More hell.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:05 pm
Cat-like Piper watched his every move, claws flexing on the dirty floor. The other cell occupants had heard the scuffles, and other cat wails and growls of hungry feline type creatures filled that hallway. Some sounding all too human.
The cat squared it's shoulders and pounced.
The five were now down to four. That was good. Right hand was having fun, playing with them, with his toys. Everythuing he'd been allowed to do he could now test and throw away as he pleased. What to do next...
The halls the remaining four had entered were turning cobweddy. Small at first, then they grew, they strands themselves becoming thick and trecherouse, though frigile enough to slice through. Spiders scuttled across the floor.
A deep rumbling could be heard all around, the sound of many feet hitting the floor. A black mass raised up from the floor, like a waved it filled the hall and rolled towards them. It swept over Piper, Malik, and Jarlaxle, literally crawling over them. Millions of fist sized driders, all with dark skin and white hair, pulsed and pushed at them like so much water, though they seemed to have a purpose in mind. The three were left relativly unharmed. Zahara was picked up, and swept away.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:13 pm
T'haen wasn't bothered. and didn't really care about Zahara getting swept off. he was busy stomping and squishing the little driderlings. and turning some into little icey sculptures.
"two down, three to go. it seems our host prefers to give us each our own little tortures. But, shall we continue?"
a deep breath, and breathing out codl wind, freezing and making brittle the webbing for a good distance. hmm.. he was using too much of his energy. and Malik was not happy with his actions toward Kieran. ah but who gives a damn what that Tier'dal thinks.
Onyx only nodded to Whirlwind, pretty much ignoring Tarathiel for the moment.
"I told you, I am your Hunter. and that I woudl help you in this. that means I stay with you, so that I can do just that. you don't leave the hound at home on a fox hunt."
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:20 pm
Jarlaxle was somewhat surprised to see so many tiny driders kidnap Zahara, mostly because he thought it was a waste of energy to make so many tiny driders. "Our host has far too much time on his hands, and far too little creativity." He was still standing on the side of the wall, his body on a right angle as though it were the floor, and her was merely standing upon it. If he was wearing a cloak or had hair, it would have shown how gravity was still effecting him, but alas, he did not.
Tarathiel looked at the vah and felt very perplexed. "If you are hunting, why didn't you ask me to ask Orko to find your quarrey?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:27 pm
His ears were not happy at all, nor were his eyes. Sounds mixed together in ways they shouldn't be, some too human and too like the real thing, some so unhuman that they sparked a feral response deep down. Eye widened a moment as he saw familiar pouncing posture, and then found himself slammed against the cell bars before being taken to the ground though momentum, being ripped at.
Strike with your blade Kieran. But his arm didn't want to heed his command. So he settled for kicking out at the feline's stomach, striking hard enough to shove it off of him and he sucurried to his feet, only to engage in a little cat and mouse game of tag. Why couldn't he do it? He knew it wasn't her...but he couldn't strike. And he was getting ripped up for his hesitation too.
As a claw struck across his face, spilting open his cheek and seperating the Andal crest that was there he dropped his scimitar, retaining his dagger in one hand, letting claws come down once more and she shoved his dagger up through a clawed hand dead center. His free hand grabbed his whip, cracked it out and cracked it once more, letting it wrap around the creatures throat. He couldn't draw her blood, not even from a literal copy cat. But he wasn't going to die either. Twining the slack of the whip around his forearm, hand grabbing the wrist of the other pair of claws that wanted to get at him, he pulled, tightening the whip around the cat's unprotected throat.
Ew cobwebbing. A little batting at it, it was cross and just gave her a creepy feeling. Then more fun. Great, worse than spider, they were driders. A lesson long taught to her ago, things that drow feared becoming should Lloth or one of her preistesses really take offense and wish one to suffer. Freakish critters, evne pocket sized. And she didn't apprciate being crawled on, brought back memories of the catacombs, going to see Meilikki that first time. Of course that in itself was a nice spur of motivation for her, and and on her were duly brushed away and stomped, or squashed by hand or bow itself. Stupid driders. Though it wasn't until they thinned that she notice that they were down another member. First Kieran than Zahara...she was starting to get worried, though she gave no outward sign of it yet...just think positive things. Kieran could take care of himself and Zahara was too stubborn to die. Though her attention turned back to the two she was left with, neither of which she trusted at all right now. A surface elf in the company of potiential foes. Though from his words, she knew that wasn't Malik at all...yeah she wasn't happy, but she did obediantly follow, if for anything it was for lack of battle wits right now.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:38 pm
The cat was weak and thin, the quick pull on Kieran's whip snapped the creaturs neck. Imidiatly, it fell limp and lifeless.
A voice from across in the ajoining cell filtered in. "Yay. You beat it. Now what about the rest of us?" This one stood on hind legs, most of it cat, bust still having hair and facial featreus very much like Kieran's daughter. Her voice was almsot the same too, if a bit deeper. She had cheetah markings on her. Currentl, one elbow was resting on the crossbar to her cell, the other on her hip, tail swaying back and forth lazily.
Piper, Malik, and Jarlaxle were left with a brief break. they would have to travel deeper before comming across any more....problems.
Aella looked at Onyx. "I told you I had to go, that I would explain later. You think I was in trouble aboard the ship I co-captain?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:47 pm
He more or less fell with the cat, sitting half propped on the floor, regaining his breath once more as he pulled his dagger from the cat and sheathed it, recoilding his whip back to his hip and picking up his scimitar from the floor, wiping the blade on his pant leg. He grimaced at the sticky feeling of blood drenched clothes. Now, how to get out of this cell?
But his attention was grabbed from his jail break thoughts to the voice that was almost Piper's. He pushed himself back to his feet and turned to face her, giving it a once over. It was a bit hear tugging...to see her with both full ears, the right tinted blue at it's tip. But that was also the defining factor that reminded him that this was not his daughter. Though she sounded, almost happy and he half expected her to purr. "What do you mean, 'what about the rest of us'?" That had several meaning that he didn't want to ponder. Of course for whatever reason he was waiting for an answer he took to trying to get out. Even locked doors could easily be broken if worked right.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:47 pm
"Because the Hunt is not just for Dimitri. it is for Morgan the White..for which my Twin woudl be best suited. however. if you know where the quarry is, help is appreciated. but I hunt for Whirlwind, and thus, I hunt by her command. it is her decision, not mine, in what help she wishes to accept or decline."
Malik was heading further in, and the occasional grunt, stop twitching motion. As far as Malik was concerned, T'haen had served his purpose, and he wanted back in his own damn body. but a stubborn T'haen was fighting him on it every step of the way.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:52 pm
Now that the magic of his boots was exposed, Jarlaxle walked along the cieling of the corridor, again walking around snags and other obstructions without hesitation or thinking.
Tarathiel looked at the vah with a blank face, he turned his face to Aella, "Morgan the White?" He tilted his head, "Who has been giving you quests besides me?"
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 6:56 pm
A look up at Jaralxle...well she guessed that was useful, seeing as he had a different vantage point. Piper gave a shudder and shook her head. There was a varitable torrent of shifting feelings that were being more or less havoc on her more mental senses. Malvolence own influence, or rather the more bodily form of Malvolence that she wasn't aware of, was slowly drilling into her head, trying to make her own malice show through and spark her agression. Let's try to stable ourselves. They may be apart, but they were within the same vicintiy surely. "Father?" Might as well try the other too, close as he may be physically, he wasn't there. "Malik?" Piper didn' t like isolated sinking feelings.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:00 pm
Sorry Piper. Um...do me a favor. can you shoot me in the rear, and be mean about it?
T'haen looked at the blade, adn then back at Piper, then back at the blade..before smacking the balde on the wall. Telepathic T'haen was not. and without the other essences in the blade to constantly feed on, natural skills like that for the swordbound version of himself were still in the blade, and not with him.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:08 pm
"No one. WE're looking for Meilikki, and came across an old dragon that helped the First Mage and Oracle when they were fighting Dimitri. We thought maybe talkign with her could give us some answers." She shrugged. "I didn't need anyone to assign me that task." She looked at Onyx though, not relaly sure how to respond to that.
The she-cat's tailed flicked back and forth. "You'll kill the rest of us now, right?" there was a chorus behind her, as if the other beast were agreeing with her. "We're sick of living." She pointed to the dead cat in Kieran's cell. "Some of us arn't so lucky to go mad."
She purred a bit. "Name's Catawa. Hurry up and get out of there so you can kill me."
An eery, low pitched wail filled the corridor. A black haired, blue skinned man walked down the hallway towards the three. There was a black cloth tied around it's eye sockets, blood stained it where the eyes had once been. It's jaw had been ripped out, leaving a gaping hole into the things throat. Feathers were scattered over the things arms and legs, as if someone had haphazardly thrown them in.
The keening grew louder and higher, the vibratiosn threatened the burst the veins in the three's bodies. Dispair was carried on the sound waves, penatrating body and mind, filling the soul with hopelessness, sucking will power dry like water in a rain barren desert.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:16 pm
"It sound's like the Princeling's Mother." Jarlaxle said, and not overly interested in listening to anything that reminded him of home, and his place there, the drow ran along the ceiling until he was on top of the creature, and dropped down when he was within arms reach, and brought both his arms across his body in a very fluid motion, he spun on foot around the creature, and stood with his back facing Malik and Piper. THe creature's head fell from its neck, and its upper torso from its lower, as well as a long blade protruded through its abdomin, as though it were stabbed in the back with a long sword. The blade dissapeared as the creature fell over.
"He really didn't think much of you."
"Meilikki..." The drow replied to Aella's answer. "Fair enough. So you are investigating the disappearce of Meilikki, and you abbandoned your former task to take it on, because it carried greater importance to you. On top of that, you endagered the crew of this ship. You are hearby stripped of your co-captain rank. You must answer for the follies of your actions, are you prepared for your punishment?"
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:26 pm
"I'm not in the business of mercy killing..." And he wasn't really...he'd rather not kill things if he could avoid it. Especially things that could coherently hold a conversation. But damn it all if he wasn't having trouble in with this, working the lock and door with his blade some. Though a look to the odd cheetah/Piper resembling she cat. "Wait...you have a name and concious though that is your own?" The hell, that was new. Ping, idea! Concentrating a moment he broke the rusted lock and pushed open the door with a scaping noise.
Kieran walked over to the adjoining cell's door, though not close enough to be grabbed or anything. "Catawa you say...if you're so unhappy with this life...then you'll help me, yes? I'll make a deal with you. Help me get out of wheverever we are, and back to my allies, then further to he who has wronged you, if possible. Swear fealty to me on those terms and I will indeed end your life as you request. You and..." a look to the other... "And thier's as well."
This was like making deals with devils...but sometimes you had to befriend hell to reach the better aspects. Faintly the sound of his daughter's voice pricked into his mind, but he wasn't sure of it...not with so many others around him that sounded the same.
She sighed as if in relief, well at least one of them answered her...though still knowing Malik was there and not there at the same time was still disturbing. Though at the actions taken against the blade...she had an even mroe disturbing feeling. Wait...Malik was...okay, she hated the sword even more than she did before. Shoot him eh? Well...the body was wearing armor...so it would be too bad. Piss off the possessor eh? Putting tension on the bow string she took air with both arrows. Though that wail threw he aim son, one arrow catching Malik at an angelt at the hip, hitting and glancing off his armor, the second shooting past him and over the shoulder of thier newest little encounter. Oh boy did that sounds make her ears ache like no tomorrow. Though she forced herself to look. It was like...a bigger Raziel, only very mutilated and none too pleasing. Oh wait, dear in headlight things happening. But seemed Jarlaxle decided to try his own hand then, effective cleaving down their foe. That worked for her. Why did these things have to be overly mutilated? But for good measure, she reached back and drew another arrow, nocking it, ready for whatever was next.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 7:30 pm
Jarlaxle continued his march down the hall, he remained on the ground level, in each hand he held a dagger, which after a few steps he bagan to twirl around his fingers, not paying it much heed.
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