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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 2:28 pm
A feral growl escaped from Aansalath's throat as he jumped in front of Firasi. He let the golem hit him, and instead of the golem doing damage to Aansalath, it ended up doing itself damage. Aansalath's groan sounded after the breaking rock. Aansalath kicked the golem, breaking it up and sending it backwards. His breathing became harder, now his blood stained his hair and shirt. Another growl sounded, he would have to feed...yet again!
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:05 pm
(( Oh I forgot to ask in my last post, but do Golems have something I could steal? I know in the games it seems like the monsters always have some sort of items on them for a thief. Any ideas for what would work in the RP? I'm kind of at a loss with this. xD ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:20 pm
((I'm fairly certain there's nothing to steal from Golems. These are basically big ole rocks put together in a humanoid form.))
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:26 pm
(( I figured as much. Hm, I guess I'll come up with something. Right now I have to go pick up my mother from work. ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:02 pm
He let out a deep sigh, the bloodstained warrior in the final moment coming to his aid. "Oh... thank you. That was a close call." He took the moment to take a deep breathe to show relief. "That golem would have crushed me if you hadn't appeared." He struggled to get back up, still pointing his sword feebly at the golems in front of him. "They're my friends golems, but something happened..." he stopped for a moment, as remembering the moment, "something..."
He turned round and could distinctly see a girl running up, clothes giving him the signal of thief. He didn't have any useful items, except maybe several healing potions and spellcards. Even if he was a Reaper, he needed to appear innocent and weak. He turned once more to the golems and Aansalath, "You can handle them right?"
Behind his eyes, a map appeared, giving little details to the area, the recent battle between Alexander and the players. Alexander... you had to get involved too? What have I missed during my inactivity? His gaze travelled from his golems to the two people he had just met and seen. Surely these two weren't the only ones.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 5:49 pm
Passion caught up to Aansalath just in time to see his fearsome attack on a stone creature. She found herself frowning as she slowed to a stop beside the wounded warrior, her eyes focused out on the golems. She felt.. disappointed. She couldn't quite comprehend why but the sight of the creatures left her feeling disappointed, rather than the fear she knew she should be feeling.
She quietly listened as the man spoke to Aansalath. She didn't need to be noticed. Not now. This man they were going to help was obviously feeble and didn't appear wealthy at all. Another disappointment. What now? Would it even be worth it to try to help? "Some friends.." Passion mumbled quietly to herself. What was going on? Why was she acting this way? She was unaware that her class status was rapidly taking control. It had receded during Aansalath's swooning, but was quick to return.
She knew she had to make a decision quickly. The golems were moving closer and closer. But even if she had wanted to help, she wasn't expecting this. She didn't think her tiny dagger would be at all useful against solid rock.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:02 pm
"My lord, activity unrelated to Alexander or your forces sir has...Become active."
The seemingly lifeless armor of Marquis lay still on his throne and when his servant spoke, the red eyes of his helmets flashed and were open to signify his awakening after a short rest. The rest of his armor moved with his body as he stood, his gargantuan form rising from the corrupted throne.
"Yes, I sensed it...Something that I have not felt since...Ah, Firasi Harp..."
The servant didn't know about his master's speaking or of this one known as Firasi, probably just another Reaper the servant knew nothing about.
"Sire, maybe you should continue resting, I'll send the hounds to investigate so you don't risk yourse..."
Marquis raised his right gauntlet and pointed it towards the servant's neck, slowly clenching his finger tips together and lifting the servant by the neck using the powers over the Warp.
"I find your lack of faith disturbing and so you have no more use without your fate."
Marquis clenched his gauntlet completely and shattered the servant's neck completely, causing his head to snap off from the pressure created. The spine was what he held onto by his power, causing the decapitated body to slide off of it and to the ground, surprisingly not making as much as a bloody mess as the previous servant. Some servants were Flow workers and had very few pints of blood in their bodies due to the nature of the work. Despite the difference of this servant from the last, their remains were disposed the same way.
"You interrupted me the last time servant; let your corpse feed the Tainted Flow."
Marquis now needed to figure out a strategic plan to deal with so many evils within the players' group. Only Alexander, the GM and his servants, and Marquis himself were working on the defensive instead of infiltrating the player ranks. It didn't matter to him, more glory to the Reaper who slays all the Reapers pretending to be players. Though his presence needed to be known to the players sooner or later, why keep them from the educational experience? Marquis decided to be an observer of his Skin Flayers in Level 2 and give the players a proper perspective on their doom and the answer to creation that is Chaos.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:11 pm
Aansalath looked back at Firasi after taking care of the first golem. The fasade was almost immediately broken by the more experienced actor. There were too many pauses, his sigh was the slightest bit too fake, and other than his front, he was fairly clean. If Aansalath had to make a guess at his technique, he didn't summon the golems, they were just AI in the game. He had done it on purpose, and he was fairly calm at the time. He started to run, pretended to fall. The dumbest part, in Aansalath's personal opinion, was he took his own sword to cut himself. There were too many flaws that the vampire could see in his acting. A career that Firasi should not pursue.
A fierce gaze hit the Reaper before Aansalath took care of the golems. "I realize that you might have been crushed," he took a hit by a golem. "But do the kindness of," he crushed the rocky head of the second, "explaining to me the sword wound to your side." With a growl, he kicked the third golem. "I know for a fact that golems," he began to rapidly punch the fourth golem, saying in between punches, "do... NOT.... carry.... sharp weapons," The fourth golem fell. "And I know," the fifth golem smacked him hard in the head...for the second time today he was dazed. He could feel his eyes going dark already.
"Wow, that hurt," he marveled dazed. A growl and a punch later, the fifth golem was missing a large part of his chest. "And I know that you were nowhere near the battle that ended mere minutes ago." He finished off the rest of the golems before putting the last nail in Firasi's coffin. Blood now ran down the side of Aansalath's head and into his still opened shirt. "And explain one last thing to me, why your sword has your blood staining it's sheen." For this, Aansalath touched the sword carefully where some of the rust was. His fingers came away red and wet with blood, he showed them to Firasi. He now gazed at Firasi with his now dark red eyes, so dark they were nearly black.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:34 pm
Firasi Harp gave this man a grave look. It was clear that this one was something special. He had not only been able to assume the wounds were his own doing, but had managed to pinpoint massive flaws in the plan. As the final golem was crushed, Firasi had taken deep note of the mans skin, figure, tone, clothes, strength. Vampire class. This player knew too well of how to be a vampire, something that sent a chill up Firasi's spine.
Improvise, improvise, improvise. There is always more to the story than one reveals. Careful detail must be given, and preparations done before the story is even told. A single misstep can become your heavely praise, or your booing off the stage.
"Your making assumptions, you should be more careful of that." Firasi shook some the fresh blood off his sword. "Your hurt, perhaps your wounds are playing harm to your head. Your bleeding see?" He motioned to the mans head with the sword. "I believe you need to be healed first." The feeble looking young man gave no indication that he knew of what Aansalath was. That would worsen the current situation. "My name is Harp, by the way." He waved back down the path he had come from, "My last party has been demolished... but me as you can tell. I can explain more once you have received aid."
Firasi shot a look over at the young girl standing nearby. SHe seemed more disappointed than anything. She didn't appear afraid of the situation that had lasted a moment ago. Was she experienced too? If she wasn't, the job was made easier. If she was a friend of the Vampire, then she could be key to hiding his own nature.
He pulled out a bottle with some blue liquid sloshing about. "Drink, it's a healing potion. I have several." He pretended to assume that the man was human. The potion was not made for any other species. It would simply taste oily and disgusting. Perhaps some friendly action would be better than outright accusation at the moment...
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:45 pm
((sorry... been doing a lot...))
Simon sighed and wondered back, he had gotten a mission and headed to his gate. A reaper with a personality like a human, enough to throw them off guard. Though they'd soon find out that he had a few tricks and abilities.
((Bleh my posts are short...))
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:57 pm
Aansalath smiled subltely, here was this man's fear, now there's enough to match the situation. "There is one thing about my kind, Mr. Harp, we forget nothing, and it takes more than a few golems to impair our thinking." He watched as the human brought out a potion. "There is only one way that I may heal, and I don't think you'd like it if I helped myself. It's no use trying to expose what I am, as I'm sure the rest of the party knows it by now. Good try though." He touched his head, and sure enough, fresh blood, his blood, but oh well. "And Mr. Harp, that still does not explain the sword wound to your side and the blood on your sword. I suggest either you explain or leave." What went unsaid was or I will be forced to help myself. An unblinking gaze went to Firasi again, his dark eyes looking hungry.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:17 pm
Firasi leveled his gaze up at the man, a new form of confidence. This man was in perfect range to be exact. If he wanted, this player could be dead. No chance in hell... but that girl would still be there. Additonally, this man had revealed that there were more besides them. He hadn't had time to search the area though. This man was pressing him with many questions. And his answers were surprising as well. Like any Vampire, this man wouldn't be baited so easily. Firasi gave due credit in his mind. The creatures were always cautious and sly. Would be the only reason why they could exist for several hundred or thousands of years. Even a millenia if they were careful.
He blinked and the confidence had receeded. If anything, he needed to have the man drop his guard. At least lower suspicions, but it was a Vampire after all.
"Fine... I do admit my blood is on the sword and the wound is self-inflicted." He swung open his robes slightly to sheathe the sword, his fingers twiddling with the potion top to make the task easier. "It adds more credibility that I was attacked. And I was attacked mind you. I just... ran instead of staying. Madness if I had. You know what the golems did to you. Took a rough beating. Imagine if they had caught me." Firasi's fingers fiddled a bit, twisting the cap that kept the potion inside the flask. The cap came off with a small pop, a small steam rose from the flask. He took a swig, letting the potion supposedly rejuvenate him. He stopped drinking for a moment, and gave a small look at the Vampire, "You still haven't told me your name... or hers." He pointed at the thief-classed girl, "friend of yours?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:53 pm
"No, I haven't told you my name. I'm not trying to befriend you, otherwise I would have. As for mi'lady, that is her choice whether she tells you her name or not." Aansalath said quite frankly. One of his eyebrows raised in wonder, this human was really trying to put him off of his guard. He decided to humor him, so he picked a bit at his nails. They needed a good cleaning any ways. "The thing I am wondering though, Mr. Harp, is why you would harm yourself. You were already being attacked, and you seem the kind of man who might run from danger, your story without the injury was very convincing. It seems to me to be a desperate attempt to join the group. That, and it was very poorly planned I must add." He looked up from his nails breifly before looking down once again.
Inside he was trying to ignore how thirsty he was, even after gorging himself. He was almost dizzy with thrist, and he didn't want to drain lifeforce from a distance during this game. Any other time he would, but he wanted to challenge himself. He almost regretted looking back at the human. Firasi's neck almost sang to him, his pulse feathered his skin ever so slightly. He took in all of the smells around instead, mainly his own blood and dead blood. The dead blood helped to damper his thirst. He would have to hunt again soon, not that he minded.
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