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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 1:49 pm
*turning a street corner Izaran stopped his horse and looked down at a passing Drow* You! Dark One! Look here*The Drow looked up and sighed* "Speak now...before I cut your throat surfacer"*Izaran's eyes flared* How DARE you! You will do as I say. Tell me where I might find someone in a position of Authority here. I know how easily power shifts and it has been some time since I last came through. Now Tell me, before I steal the flesh off your bones*he reached for his weapon and drew it enough to show the peon he wasn't playing. The blood red blade flared a violent crimson the second it could be seen, then he replaced it* "Very well...stay here, I'll go find you a better suited person..."*and with that the Drow ran off muttering about being the 'errand boy for a filthy surface rat'. Izaran smirked, because he knew that an ambush was in route, and he would make his point quite clear: he was not to be dealt with so callously.* Fools, they will bleed on the pavement...
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 4:12 pm
"Val'atar Still holds command of the city Lord Izaran" Reivan said from a nearby alley as the other drow left. "And as you said, much has changed since you returned to your native realm."
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Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 10:20 pm
Reivan The Drow "Val'atar Still holds command of the city Lord Izaran" Reivan said from a nearby alley as the other drow left. "And as you said, much has changed since you returned to the nine hells." ((change in Character...not a Devil...a completely different race...an alien almost. PM for more details)) I see, well then...DO lead me too him, but allow me to wait...that fool will return, in an attempt to kill me...HA! As if he really thinks he can.* dismounts* Let them come!
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:55 am
"he's up in his fortress as usual." he said walking into the open street, "you can find him easily yourself." he gave a half bow and started walking away, "Enjoy the kill milord."
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:52 am
Xune went into town looking for Valthier. he had been gone a long time, without any warning, and she was worried. she took her normal-looking form, that of a short silver-haired elf-mut dressed in spidersilk skirt and top, with leather boots. her skin was a dark grey colour, and her pink eyes shone cat-like with a slight reddish glow. she cursed that her darkvision was only half the distance of everyone else here, but remembered that she had the advantage of not being weakened by light.
she could find no trace of her Patron anywhere. she grit her teeth in irritation. as she wandered she spotted a torn up area near a shop; it was a fresh battle, probably only yesterday. she walked over and examined the area. it appeared as though a maelstrom of ice and fire exploded in the place and miraculously missed all the buildings. definately the work of mages. perhaps Valthier was killed? impossible! he was a vampire, he'd have just come home to his coffin! but then, where was he?
with a small pout to herself the girl headed off in search of answers. maybe the Temple would know what happened to her Patron...
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 6:20 pm
selune dusk Xune went into town looking for Valthier. he had been gone a long time, without any warning, and she was worried. she took her normal-looking form, that of a short silver-haired elf-mut dressed in spidersilk skirt and top, with leather boots. her skin was a dark grey colour, and her pink eyes shone cat-like with a slight reddish glow. she cursed that her darkvision was only half the distance of everyone else here, but remembered that she had the advantage of not being weakened by light.
she could find no trace of her Patron anywhere. she grit her teeth in irritation. as she wandered she spotted a torn up area near a shop; it was a fresh battle, probably only yesterday. she walked over and examined the area. it appeared as though a maelstrom of ice and fire exploded in the place and miraculously missed all the buildings. definately the work of mages. perhaps Valthier was killed? impossible! he was a vampire, he'd have just come home to his coffin! but then, where was he?
with a small pout to herself the girl headed off in search of answers. maybe the Temple would know what happened to her Patron... *sliding along the wall silently, Izaran sees the Drow quickly move towards the Temple*'another, death will be swift'*He leaped and caught her by the shoulder then put his bloodsoaked knife to her throat* Temp to move? I know you run for reinforcements, scream and I cut your throat, attempt to escape, I cut your throat, refuse to answer me, I cut your throat...so do we have an accords? hmm?
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 7:58 pm
((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD))
Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 11:17 pm
((just an FYI to everyone, if introducing an attack or defense others are not familiar with, please OOC a brief explanation of the nature of the attack and how it may be resisted or not. For instance, what are the odds of an average-willed individual sluffing off a psionic blast, or the odds of a very strong willed individual.
Also, to avoid godmoding, please make all attacks open ended. Only the target of the attack can decide if it hits or not, thus, Izaran's cut should be posted in such a way that he is "attempting" to land the blow. As much detail as neccessary can be added such that you may add descriptively: "only a miracle could save her from being sliced, as Izaran's lightning quick blade sought to hamstring her" or something like that.
These are just friendly guidelines about to properly play-by-post RP in this guild and is the accepted standard for this type of RP across the internet. Thanks!))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:23 am
Lord Izaran angelitaxdexmuerto ((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD)) Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.((got it)) *Izaran smirked as the feeble, yet surprising wave of energy attempted to infiltrate his mind. As the Drow tempted to run he lashed out and sliced behind her left knee, as the edge moved like liquid, sheer luck was her only way out.* As I said, attempt to run and I will cut your throat* the last words where spoken with such ice that it seemed to chill the air. Izaran knelt down at the wounded Drow and grabbed her hair, then spoke cold, and punctual* Do not even attempt another wave of energy, or you WILL die. Now tell me WHO attacked me...and where you are going. If you have a good reason for being a messenger to those foolish corpses, then I may let you live. I am not playing, I slaughtered 14 Drow, and the last one spoke of a messenger before I ripped his innards out. And seeing as how they actually struck me*he lifted his cloak enough to show a fresh gash in his left side* I am in a VERY foul mood.*He stared into her eyes and pressed his blade to her throat, and made a very thin and small wound...to make his point. His expression did not change as the Drow began to show some signs of fear.* You know something don't you? SPEAK! ((Obviously Izaran is no longer a quiet watcher...lol...he is back to his actual character description))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:28 am
Draevir ((just an FYI to everyone, if introducing an attack or defense others are not familiar with, please OOC a brief explanation of the nature of the attack and how it may be resisted or not. For instance, what are the odds of an average-willed individual sluffing off a psionic blast, or the odds of a very strong willed individual. Also, to avoid godmoding, please make all attacks open ended. Only the target of the attack can decide if it hits or not, thus, Izaran's cut should be posted in such a way that he is "attempting" to land the blow. As much detail as neccessary can be added such that you may add descriptively: "only a miracle could save her from being sliced, as Izaran's lightning quick blade sought to hamstring her" or something like that. These are just friendly guidelines about to properly play-by-post RP in this guild and is the accepted standard for this type of RP across the internet. Thanks!)) ((The lovely thing about KNOWING some of this is exactly that. Plus as a writer, god modding is something I need to be EXTREMELY wary of...I DO want to sell copies when I publish my book ya know.^_^))
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 12:07 pm
Lord Izaran Lord Izaran angelitaxdexmuerto ((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD)) Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.((got it)) *Izaran smirked as the feeble, yet surprising wave of energy attempted to infiltrate his mind. As the Drow tempted to run he lashed out and sliced behind her left knee, as the edge moved like liquid, sheer luck was her only way out.* As I said, attempt to run and I will cut your throat* the last words where spoken with such ice that it seemed to chill the air. Izaran knelt down at the wounded Drow and grabbed her hair, then spoke cold, and punctual* Do not even attempt another wave of energy, or you WILL die. Now tell me WHO attacked me...and where you are going. If you have a good reason for being a messenger to those foolish corpses, then I may let you live. I am not playing, I slaughtered 14 Drow, and the last one spoke of a messenger before I ripped his innards out. And seeing as how they actually struck me*he lifted his cloak enough to show a fresh gash in his left side* I am in a VERY foul mood.*He stared into her eyes and pressed his blade to her throat, and made a very thin and small wound...to make his point. His expression did not change as the Drow began to show some signs of fear.* You know something don't you? SPEAK! ((Obviously Izaran is no longer a quiet watcher...lol...he is back to his actual character description)) (be aware, Xune is still not afraid. do NOT decide my reactions!) good thing for her, her hair was so short she could slip right out of her captive's grasp. she let her batlike wings extend from her back and open up wide to put distance between her and her rude and delusional assailant. "leave me alone you worm! i'm busy looking for someone!" she shrieked with intense anger. this was a serious waste of her time! by the gods, CURSE that she could not teleport away! the petite winged less-than-half-drow girl attempted to look into this deranged thing's mind and find out what in the nine damned hells he was talking about.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 4:31 pm
selune dusk Lord Izaran Lord Izaran angelitaxdexmuerto ((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD)) Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.((got it)) *Izaran smirked as the feeble, yet surprising wave of energy attempted to infiltrate his mind. As the Drow tempted to run he lashed out and sliced behind her left knee, as the edge moved like liquid, sheer luck was her only way out.* As I said, attempt to run and I will cut your throat* the last words where spoken with such ice that it seemed to chill the air. Izaran knelt down at the wounded Drow and grabbed her hair, then spoke cold, and punctual* Do not even attempt another wave of energy, or you WILL die. Now tell me WHO attacked me...and where you are going. If you have a good reason for being a messenger to those foolish corpses, then I may let you live. I am not playing, I slaughtered 14 Drow, and the last one spoke of a messenger before I ripped his innards out. And seeing as how they actually struck me*he lifted his cloak enough to show a fresh gash in his left side* I am in a VERY foul mood.*He stared into her eyes and pressed his blade to her throat, and made a very thin and small wound...to make his point. His expression did not change as the Drow began to show some signs of fear.* You know something don't you? SPEAK! ((Obviously Izaran is no longer a quiet watcher...lol...he is back to his actual character description)) (be aware, Xune is still not afraid. do NOT decide my reactions!) good thing for her, her hair was so short she could slip right out of her captive's grasp. she let her batlike wings extend from her back and open up wide to put distance between her and her rude and delusional assailant. "leave me alone you worm! i'm busy looking for someone!" she shrieked with intense anger. this was a serious waste of her time! by the gods, CURSE that she could not teleport away! the petite winged less-than-half-drow girl attempted to look into this deranged thing's mind and find out what in the nine damned hells he was talking about.*attempting to hold her down, Izaran shouted* WHO! Why? Please...I need to find the employer of these bastards!
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:59 pm
Lord Izaran selune dusk Lord Izaran Lord Izaran angelitaxdexmuerto ((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD)) Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.((got it)) *Izaran smirked as the feeble, yet surprising wave of energy attempted to infiltrate his mind. As the Drow tempted to run he lashed out and sliced behind her left knee, as the edge moved like liquid, sheer luck was her only way out.* As I said, attempt to run and I will cut your throat* the last words where spoken with such ice that it seemed to chill the air. Izaran knelt down at the wounded Drow and grabbed her hair, then spoke cold, and punctual* Do not even attempt another wave of energy, or you WILL die. Now tell me WHO attacked me...and where you are going. If you have a good reason for being a messenger to those foolish corpses, then I may let you live. I am not playing, I slaughtered 14 Drow, and the last one spoke of a messenger before I ripped his innards out. And seeing as how they actually struck me*he lifted his cloak enough to show a fresh gash in his left side* I am in a VERY foul mood.*He stared into her eyes and pressed his blade to her throat, and made a very thin and small wound...to make his point. His expression did not change as the Drow began to show some signs of fear.* You know something don't you? SPEAK! ((Obviously Izaran is no longer a quiet watcher...lol...he is back to his actual character description)) (be aware, Xune is still not afraid. do NOT decide my reactions!) good thing for her, her hair was so short she could slip right out of her captive's grasp. she let her batlike wings extend from her back and open up wide to put distance between her and her rude and delusional assailant. "leave me alone you worm! i'm busy looking for someone!" she shrieked with intense anger. this was a serious waste of her time! by the gods, CURSE that she could not teleport away! the petite winged less-than-half-drow girl attempted to look into this deranged thing's mind and find out what in the nine damned hells he was talking about.*attempting to hold her down, Izaran shouted* WHO! Why? Please...I need to find the employer of these bastards! ((i'm not switching over, because i'm talking to Angelitaxdexmuerto on this account.)) "i am looking for my Patron, Valthier Edonil'Barra. now let me go!" she screached now, and struggled, digging her claws into his arm.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 7:06 pm
prince romanov Lord Izaran selune dusk Lord Izaran Lord Izaran angelitaxdexmuerto ((ok Izzie, I KNOW you didn't get... a few memos. One, Zune = Romanov. She's his mule. Two, Romanov's parents are being really weird and not letting him on Gaia but are letting him on YIM. When he can't post at the library, he and I worked out that I relay his messages. I'm not godmoding, and gods forbid I'm not Romanov too. XD)) Xune turned around and gave the strange... thing, a very confused an unfrightened look. "hm? what is your problem?" she asked with a childish bored voice. of course the ... thing, which was obviously male at least, could not tell what Xune was, and she did appear unthreataning... she unleashed a psychic blast to the strangers direction, numbing his mind and hopefully stunning him. she really had no time for this, she had to find Valthier.((got it)) *Izaran smirked as the feeble, yet surprising wave of energy attempted to infiltrate his mind. As the Drow tempted to run he lashed out and sliced behind her left knee, as the edge moved like liquid, sheer luck was her only way out.* As I said, attempt to run and I will cut your throat* the last words where spoken with such ice that it seemed to chill the air. Izaran knelt down at the wounded Drow and grabbed her hair, then spoke cold, and punctual* Do not even attempt another wave of energy, or you WILL die. Now tell me WHO attacked me...and where you are going. If you have a good reason for being a messenger to those foolish corpses, then I may let you live. I am not playing, I slaughtered 14 Drow, and the last one spoke of a messenger before I ripped his innards out. And seeing as how they actually struck me*he lifted his cloak enough to show a fresh gash in his left side* I am in a VERY foul mood.*He stared into her eyes and pressed his blade to her throat, and made a very thin and small wound...to make his point. His expression did not change as the Drow began to show some signs of fear.* You know something don't you? SPEAK! ((Obviously Izaran is no longer a quiet watcher...lol...he is back to his actual character description)) (be aware, Xune is still not afraid. do NOT decide my reactions!) good thing for her, her hair was so short she could slip right out of her captive's grasp. she let her batlike wings extend from her back and open up wide to put distance between her and her rude and delusional assailant. "leave me alone you worm! i'm busy looking for someone!" she shrieked with intense anger. this was a serious waste of her time! by the gods, CURSE that she could not teleport away! the petite winged less-than-half-drow girl attempted to look into this deranged thing's mind and find out what in the nine damned hells he was talking about.*attempting to hold her down, Izaran shouted* WHO! Why? Please...I need to find the employer of these bastards! ((i'm not switching over, because i'm talking to Angelitaxdexmuerto on this account.)) "i am looking for my Patron, Valthier Edonil'Barra. now let me go!" she screached now, and struggled, digging her claws into his arm.Is he someone of influence? If so take me with you, your eyes do not lie...*His voice trailed off as his grip on her neck and hair lessened and looking up he saw just what it was looking for...the spy* Damn him...*Izaran said as he quickly sheathed his knife into its scabbard and drew a small sword and a round shield from the backmount he wore. He then launched himself at the Drow and put his blade clean through the elf's gut, then he twisted and ripped it upward and the Drow screamed as his the blade tore through his collar bone and he fell, in two.* DIE! And pray no Necromancer dares raise your pitiful excuse for a corpse.* He then kicked the dead Drow's head and sheathed both his sword and shield. Izaran turned and looked at the Drow he had previously assaulted.* My apologies, your lucky not to be him...*he gave the head another good kick* I have been tracking him for months...but again I am sorry. Here.* he tossed a small leather pouch* Have this and...before I forget*Izaran walked over and placed his left hand on the woman's leg and the whole of his arm lined red with runes and after a brief moment he pulled his hand away and the disabling slash was gone* May we meet again....*The voice trailed as he turned into wisps of smoke and vanished, as did his horse.*
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