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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 10:45 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count nodded. "That is a fact I have accepted but tried to neglect. The idea that after all we have gone through Lucheston would just die... it pains me." Monte Cristo realized that was really two problems. "We need to help Lucheston. his wound didn't seem to deep but he is older then us and likely not as strong. I had hoped when we sold him the he would be healed and imprisoned so Skyron could keep him alive for what he had planned but they did not help him. Now it falls to us. We will have to find Lucheston, and treat his wound. It is clear now we have an ally in the castle. That guard could help with Lucheston." The Count scratched his head.
"Then we have the problem of getting a heir to the throne. He had another son, we will need to get his son back here without us ourselves leaving. Well, we could leave but then Lucheston's fate would be unknown to us for quiet some time and that is not a risk we can take. Again I can pay men to go and find the heir but it may be money wasted on men less honorable then myself. With my arm like this I would not be able to control a ship should a storm come." the Count saw little options. He was low on ideas.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:00 pm
Safira De'Garr  With some work, and generous amounts of agony, Safira managed to get into a sitting position. Her stomach screamed it's protest with every movement, but she was not one to lay about when there were things to be done. "One guard does not an army make." She said firmly. "But you're right. We need to get to the king." However inept she was at medicine (save for the few times she'd patched herself up after a mission gone bad) the king's fate could not be left in his son's hands. She attempt get up. But this her stomach was not going allow. She fell back against the wall, gritting her teeth. Rushing to the king's aid would have to wait for a while, it seemed. Safira found herself very frustrated at their predicament. "And what about the daughter-in-law?" She asked. "Isn't she locked up here somewhere?" Safira could never really stand the princess types, but they needed every ally they could get.
[[OOC: Skyron's sent a rumor around that Menna is locked in the dungeons to keep people from finding out she escaped,]]
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 11:14 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"But with one to lead, the rest can follow. I think he fancies you, or our cause, either way he did help you move away from the hunters. It was he who carried you, not I. One arm, not the best for doing that." The Count teased at the last part.
"She may be, but even if she is freeing her would only serve to draw attention to us. Attention we can not afford. Going to help Lucheston is a risk on it's own. We can check though, if you would like." The Count said as he held his shoulder and looked at a wall then ran at it. He slammed the limp lim into the wall and a pop rang through the room for a brief second. He then looked at his hand. The Count had restored control over his fingers. Not sure how but he did. Sadly that was all he had done. He still could not feel any other part of his left arm. "Sorry about your stomach by the way... I was thinking fast and needed to stop your bleeding."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:50 am
Safira De'Garr Safira frowned when she'd heard she'd made it to the dungeon by another man's arms. She was independent, perhaps too much so. The idea of being carried was far from palatable. Thankfully she'd been unconscious.
She shook her head at the mention of finding the princess. "Let's stick with people we know will be useful." A princess locked in a tower was about as useful as a pretty painting. She leaned back, closing her eyes. She moved her hand to put it over her stomach, but didn't let it settle on the wound. The popping sound of the Count's arm made her open her eyes. She looked over as his fingers began to move. "It's better than the alternative." She said with a thin smile. "I'd rather be in pain than dead." Even if it greatly limited the number of things she could do to help.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 4:25 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"That is a good way to look at it." The Count said sitting on a rock again. "We are going to be here for a while. You can't get up and I don't feel safe leaving you without the means to defend yourself." The Count explained as he took out his sword and set it next to him. "Once this is all over it will make a great story."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:39 pm
IvonKeir • Zanza Dambala • ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± ((OOC: Sorry for not keeping up)) Looking at the two for a moment, she scoffed at when the count had mention he had persuaded her to join their ranks, when in truth, she had her own plans to use him. She wasn't your common "good guy". In fact, she was more of a Chaotic Neutral who would simply do as she would see fit. The fact that the two were conversing on over throwing their now false king, was intriguing, but it began to become annoying with the true fact behind it, being that it was doing a good deed to help. It almost made her shiver with just the thought. Zanza was in her own train of thoughts ignoring the two for a moment, as she had herself wander the dungeon area, checking every cell. The few that were located in here, otherwise this place was empty, or lack of activity. The troll smiled to herself before continuing forth. She wanted to get every chance she could to exploit this castle...For...Future reference. Looking back to the others, she noticed that distance was between them, so, Zanza took off her clothes once again. Seeing as how she remembered how they may not like her ways, she thought best to do this alone, and ring out the remaining water in her clothes. Once it was deemed worthy to be dry enough to put back on, she decided to head back to the others and waited outside of the cell, folding her arms under her chest. "My patience are running thin, shall I kill the everyone here or what? I'm beginning to think that you lied to me about the agreement of peace....." She decided to state. True her patience is running thin, but it also was concerning that he was taking long to lead her to the one who can make this promise official. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 8:46 pm
Safira De'Garr Safira watched as the troll woman left, feeling both relieved and nervous. Being of the same species that just wounded her, she didn't trust her. But leaving her to wander around was bound to cause more problems. Fortunately, she came back quickly enough....and more frustrated than before. "Yes, go and kill everyone." She said dryly. "That will certainly bring about peace, I'm absolutely certain of it." Safira was a more noble spirit, albeit with a selfish side. Her vigilante jobs paid fairly well. And what was this entire venture but a distraction from her own impossible quest? But she was enmeshed in this dilemma for better or worse. Unfortunately, that meant she had to play nice with those on the same side as her. "He didn't lie, he spoke to the Silver King. The very same man being kept somewhere in these dungeons." She looked around the cell. "Although his cell block is probably much more populated."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 9:05 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Zanza I gave you my word I would speak to the king about peace with your kind, and I will, I never said when I would though. Trust me, when we go to treat him, I will speak to him about it. For now you have to accept my promise. Or you can try and stab me again. Their may be more shadows here but I will not make the same mistake twice." The Count said. He did not reach for his sword because it had gotten him stabbed last time, something he did not want to have happen again.
"Besides if it wasn't for your attack I would have likely been in a better position to find him. But now I have to watch over Safira so she can heal from a wound inflicted by your warriors." The Count said. He had grown angry when she called him a liar, he did not lie to anyone that did not deserve it and Zanza had done nothing to warrant a lie from him. Aside from maybe stabbing him but he didn't hold that to personally.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 10:59 pm
• Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± Zanza glared back at the female, even went as simple as to smile in her direction. She knew her men had some part in the attack, heck, she was the one who commissioned it. However she despised the thought of nobility and perhaps what she was doing, truly was on the good side. The female troll shook it off with a low growl before turning her attention back to the count. "She already gave me the ok to kill, I see no problem with this. You seen what I am capable off...Imagine if I can reach the Hobgoblin society, the fey....Those who are looked down upon your human kind....I can reach their inner hate, their true darkest desires....."She then walked over to the count, placing her hand to his right shoulder, walking behind him, lightly dragging her hand across his shoulders before resting the hand to the back of his hand, and stood by his other side. Her hand firmly gripped to the back of his neck before leaning into his ear. "If by chance you need me....I plan to wonder until I find what you look for." Letting the count go, Zanza decided to sink into her own shadow before drifting off to another section of the Castle, However, unlucky her, she ended up in the chambers of the false king. Though not knowing, The female continued to look around in confusion. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:10 pm
Safira De'Garr [OOC: I realize now you were probably both waiting on me. My bad. And it's not even going to be that long. Stupid injuries. XP]
Safira watched as the troll woman left. That meant trouble. The woman had sent her forces to attack the city, whose to say she wouldn't go on a rampage in the castle walls? At least it will distract them from us. She thought. She took a deep breath. "We may be injured, but we cannot wait around. I'm certain this false king is doing some horrible act as we speak. We need to find Lucheston before things grow even worse." She forced herself to stand, giving her body a moment to get used to being upright. But it wasn't long before she was already feeling weary. She sat back down with a frustrated sigh. This would be taking awhile.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 7:24 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count looked at Safira. He knew that she wouldn't be able to move on her own until she healed. He also knew that Lucheston was wounded and they did not know how bad it was or how bad it would get. "How long before you think you can walk again. Clearly you are making progress but it may not be enough. This false King is a coward who uses the Hunters to seem brave. We need to get to Lucheston soon."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." (I was actually just giving the rest of the people time to advance in their stories.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:53 pm
• Zanza Dambala •
± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
± After getting a good look around, she was determined to find something to cause mayhem, or pandemonium or something! This was irritating her all the more, knowing she was helping the "good" guys out, but alas the man owed her a favor, so while they get their feet back on the ground, she might as well leave, then return once this is resolved. It was this thought that she believed to visit a new territory, see if she could stir up some confusion.
± She summoned a Moss troll who stood by her from the start and smiled upon his form. She told the troll to stay here and aid the people in the dungeon area until she returns. As well as to inform her if anything new changes were made in this plan of theirs. To keep an open mind as well as eyes, and ears. Every information is useful....as well as power. After this was mentioned the Moss troll sunk in the shadow to appear before the group Zanza was originally with. "Shaman Zanza request I aid you in her absences...."
± The male Troll said to the others. Meanwhile, Zanza looked to the open shadow before her. She thought to extend the limit of her ability, this could be to much of a strain and may kill her.....But she liked those odds. With a devilish chuckle, Zanza allowed herself to be consumed by this shadow.....((Exit))
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◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥  ❦ Coming up from the shadow, the Female Spire cried out and found herself lunging forward to the carpeted flooring. Charlotte shook her head and looked about, everything was organized, in shape, heck even expensive looking. The woman let out an impressed whistle before coming to realization that she was somewhere that was new to her, heck more like unknown! Fear and panic slowly began to come over her as she shutter the thought that she may never be able to return to her friends.
❦ The female Spire shook her head, trying her best to keep calm. If anything this was more likely to be a royal castle or someones home who just so happens to be rich. Either way, she would be seen as an intruder, but she would never....well maybe but only if she knew the area! The Spire quickly went into stealth mode, and began to sneak about; heading out of the bedroom and looking around, a few guards seem to be hurrying else where, so she decided to head down stairs. Her mind was preoccupied with worry for her friends safety, and where the heck she was. Because her mind was filled with thoughts, she didn't pay attention as tow hat she bumped into. Slowly looking up, she noticed a guard.
❦ Charlotte gasped and quickly stood, turning around to run only to see that another guard was there. Next thing she knows, they take her weapons and haul her off to the dungeon, of course she made it hard for them, screaming and shouting....expecting the worse.....Lucky her though, they just toss her in a cell and lock her up, they simply laughed and walked away with her weapons. "Let me out of here you-you..Mongler coq, bon pour rien secousses!!!" She shouted in her native tongue before kicking the iron bars and backing off in a huff.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:03 pm
King
Lucheston
SorrianSuddenly the Silver King awoke, stirred by a feverish nightmare that had jolted him from his unintentional rest. Laying upon the cold dirt of their cell, Lucheston lifted his eyelids to discover that he had been drenched with sweat, a high fever rising within him as the wound rotted further upon his chest. The blackened gash had progressed it appeared, for as the once mighty king leaned forth to witness it's changes, he found that a yellowish fluid had filled small dips about the infection, the sickly hue spreading much farther across his torso where elsewhere he found only a shade of pale. "It wont be long now if I can't fight it back....Young woman, might I make a request?" The king sputtered, a low cough erupting to interrupt his speech. "Would you....would you kindly strike me whenever I tend to doze off. If ever I shall fall under the grasp of death, it will not be during an hour when I am able to fight it." He asked, smiling as he recognized the peculiarity of his request. Not a moment passed however before the sounds of footsteps filled the halls of the damp dungeons once more however...and for once, they were followed by a familiar and friendly face. "Enzo!" Lucheston struggled to announce, unmoving from where he had been resting. "Someone had to come and patch you up." The master of the Soaring Fortress chuckled, attempting to shoo away the Hunters who stood watch. Turning to face his king in the eyes, even kneeling to more appropriately address his friend, Enzo began to explain the shortcomings of his presence. "I'm afraid they wont allow me to heal you beyond what is necessary to survive. They prefer you weak enough to not break their cages as you might have before. Fortunately I can at least allow the Dengen to linger when I've left, so as to further cure your...condition." He smiled, as the master's hand began to glow white. The energy forged of light appeared to travel in wisps across the expanse between the two men, seeming to cleanse the Silver King's body of the black and yellow rot which had lingered there before. It wasn't much, but Enzo intended to ensure the safety of his lord till the end of his days. 
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 9:21 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count sat on the stone slab in the cell he was in. He looked over at Safira every now and then. He hated being in a cell like this. Old memories. As soon as he got out things would be better. His arm was functioning slightly more then it had before but it was still stiff and hard to move. Like a stone with all the needed joints that would not move unless high amounts of focus was put into it. He realized he would not just be able to get over the immobility he needed to work for it. The Count stacked up a few rocks to make a human like figure with the size of about a troll, sadly he didn't have he seat anymore.
Then he drew his blade and stepped back with his left leg raising his sword over his head so that the blade was pointing at the rock man. It hurt him extremely to bend it even that much but he did not stop.
The Count began going through his normal formations letting out slight yelps every now and then. When the pain became to much he took a two minute break then returned to training. He repeated the movements over and over until the pain was something he was use to and the stiffness was dulled. Then he stopped. He would go back to swordplay later but he needed to train his arm more if he was to do anything more. He began doing pushups using only the stiff arm. He did one each time then fell over. He tried thrice before giving in and laying down. The pain hit him now like a lightning strike. He let out a long scream then fell silent slowly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:43 pm
◣→Freedom→Has→Its→◥
◣Price→◥ ❦ As time passed, Charlotte has been wandering around in her cage like some trapped animal. In a way, this was unpleasant for her, it was bringing back memories she was still in the process of forgetting. But, as the events turn towards her, it would seem her past has a way of always finding its way back to the front thought of her mind. It only took another long hour before she decided to give up on yelling and thrashing about in her "cage". The spire sat down in a small stack of hay usually used for a makeshift bed. "I need to get out of here." She pouted before letting out an irritated sigh.
❦ In the distance there was chatter, though it was more likely for it to be other inmates chatting about, one of them being named Enzo? Whatever, the ones talking where far out of her peripheral vision for her to even know what they even look like. She looked down to the hay stack under her, and took a single straw out the strip away the shell, and eat what laid inside. In a way this was nutrients for her, a rip off substance of wheat but completely way off. Either way, it calmed her stomach, that's when it hit her, she could lock pick! Charlotte smiled to herself before searching through the hay for something a little bit harder. When low and behold, a single needle was found, looked like something that broke off a bobby pin...
❦ She then crawled her way to the gates of her prison, motioning her hand through the bars, to the lock, and carefully inserted the "pick" into the lock, listening in carefully to make sure she doesn't mess up. c***k ! "Yes!" She whispered with excitement. This time, she would need to be a bit more careful, and get the hell out of here. She slowly opened the door, looking left to right, to see that no guard was standing by at the moment. "Must be on break." She said quietly to herself again. She noticed a chest sitting by a chair, under a small round table, usually where a guard should be posted. She hurried over to the chest to see what she could find, and luckily enough, it was her equipment.
❦ After re-equipping her gear in the right locations, Charlotte, headed down the hall, seeing a man turn a corner out of the hallway she was in. She looked to her right to see an elderly man and a maid inside. Well at least he wont be alone in his time of sentence. But it didn't seem right, but she had to leave... "I'm sorry." She spoke quietly towards the odd man, and continued down the hallway with haste. With every step, she made sure to be silent, and swiftly. Only to be finding herself in more dungeons. Further ahead, she over heard grunting, and clanking of metal, a sword perhaps. Sticking to the shadows, to avoid the torches light, she soon came up to see two injured strangers, one a female the other a male. He seemed to be preoccupied with straining himself to hit the pile of rocks? "Hey you, what are you doing?" She called out softly, as to not have her voice echo through the hallways.
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