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 Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2008 6:44 pm
It had been a long journey but their journey had only just begun. Sleeping in a inn were the warriors that had set out to see the king and obtain his quest, the quest to defeat the dark and evil Shiango Vethinger. Shiango’s minions were vast and wide, his grasp even outstretches to a Elf named Contri Moyasu, a deadly time mage. The adventures will have a long ways to go if they wish to accomplish this task. And so they set out… Sorrow had just awoken and put on her undergarments. She was looking at her dark demonic wings in the mirror. How she was ashamed of them. She still couldn’t control them very well, and flying was out of the question. She sat back down and finished changing before strapping on her boots and starting to open her inn door.
We better hurry if we are going to see the king. I hope we aren’t too late.
Sorrow looked around noticing she was the first one up. She let out a sigh and started walking down the hallways and down the old oak stairs. She sat down and remembered she had forgotten her lute. She stood back up and dashed up the stairs only to trip on the top stair. She made a thudding noise that anyone could have heard. She stood back up rubbing her nose and went back into her room. Picking up her lute she strapped it to her back and started walking back to the hallway, closing the door behind her.
“I hope I didn't disturb anyone. I wonder if Mike is up yet.”
She stood there looking at Mike’s door when she heard movement. It had seemed a few of the others had woken up as well. She didn’t want to get in their way so she walked back down stairs and stood by the opening, hoping it was Mike who was about to walk down those stairs.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:21 am
Flint was replaying an earlier battle in his head while he slept.
He dodged to the left, then the right, trying to avoid an axe...
And ended up rolling off the bed, clocking his head off a nearby table.
"Aw, hell." he said, laying on the ground.
He leaned back, and kicked his legs forward, flipping up into a standing position.
A new day... he said to himself, getting dressed.
And that's about it. he added as he slipped his dagger/sword into its sheath.
He opened his own door, walking out into the hall.
Flint caught a small black flash to his left, likely indicating one of two things.
Sorrow was awake and going down the stairs, or Mike was awake, and still pissed.
Shrugging, he went down the stairs, confirming that Sorrow was awake.
"Mornin' " he said casually.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 10:51 am
[Ha! Haven't we all woken up by bouncing our head off a table at one point of time?]
Mike had been awake for a little while. He had been on the roof, many thoughts going through his head like they did every morning. He let his legs hang off the side of the roof, watching the sun slowly begin to rise and his demonic shadow fade away to his mortal one. He kept wondering what he had become the night before. He knew he could turn into a demon, but he was barely able to keep control over what he had become before. He looked at his right hand, still able to picture the razor sharp claws. Why could he do that, and how could he use that to benefit humanity?
Mike keen sense of hearing let him hear Flint make a crashing sound and say "Aw, hell." He laughed thinking about what he could have done. He kicked his lower body off the roof as he grabbed onto the edge of it and whipped himself inside. He looked in the mirror as he put his sword on his belt. He looked like he should be slaughtering people in his eyes. He resisted the urge to smash the mirror and began to walk downstairs. He noticed that Flint and Sorrow were awake and walked up to them, nodding hello.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 2:32 pm
Ashe woke up as the sun filtered through the window. Morning already? She got up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "To late to take an early morning fly." She dragged a brush through her hair, got dressed, grabbed her bag, and walked downstairs. She spotted her companions and walked up to the table. "Am I late?" she asked sitting down.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:30 pm
“Morning Flint, did you sleep well?”
Sorrow turned after speaking to see Mike walking down the stairs. She started to blush and her legs became a little wobbly. She turned away from him and started to giggle a little to herself. She turned back and looked at him again.
“Hi.. Mike.”
She looked at him with loving eyes and seemed to stare at him for a little while till Ashe had made her way down the stairs and had seated herself at a table towards the back of the room. Sorrow quickly sat down and joined her, sitting across from the dragon shape shifter.
“We should eat up here and then set out soon. We don’t want to keep the King waiting. Plus the longer we wait the more likely something bad might happen. Hey um… Flint, think you could spot me for breakfast?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:27 pm
Flint nodded.
"Aye, although I think I have a bruise from that fight last night." he said, laughing in his mind when she turned away.
Damn, she's really obvious about that. I think I might be able to have some fun with that fact one day. he said to himself.
He sat down as well, stretching his arms.
"No." he said, then reached for his pocket. He pulled out a small leather pouch.
"Now I can." he said, laying some coins on the table.
"Amazing what you can make off the unsuspecting, although it takes a light touch, or loaded dice, or a damn bit of luck." he said, looking around the inn in case the men from the dice game earlier where around.
At his mention of loaded dice, he hoped they didn't think he was cheating.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 10:01 pm
As the others sat down, Mike decided to rest his back against a wooden pillar by the table. The wood was smooth and cool, feeling quite nice on his back. As Flint scanned the room after mentioning a loaded dice, Mike smiled slightly. He had acumulated quite a fortune for helping people out through his journey, and even if he had to give it all up, he now didn't need to worry about ever being broke. Flint could always get enough money, so long as there were fools dumb enough to bet against him.
Mike let out a yawn of bordom, taking no care in covering his mouth. He was beast after all, a demon. Manners were not necessary when fighting another demon, just survival. He began to wonder about this king they were going to meet. He hadn't heard of him before, though the current king probably wasn't around when he was alive. What was he like, and why were they all going to see him. Mike figured he'd save these questions till everyone was wide awake and ready to go.
Mike then began to think about Sorrow. He noticed how she had looked at him and began to wonder some things. She couldn't like him like that, Fallen Angels and Demons do not mix. Ever. Mike then began to think about her. Her wonderous eyes, beautiful hair, and her facinating wings. In a split second he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't think of her like that. It wouldn't happen, it could never happen, and he couldn't trick himself into thinking it would happen. He had to focus on his memories before worrying about a new life.
Mike then thought about what he had turned into the night before again, and a chill ran down his spine. He never felt such power before, and he knew there was still more to that beast he had become, all of it's power and might had not been fully released. And he worried that that beast could not be tamed. He bowed his head and began to look through his memories, trying to find something that could help him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2009 9:29 pm
Ashe looked over at Flint and smirked. "While you distract them with the dice I'll cut their purses."
She then leaned over to Flint and asked, "What happened last night? And what's up with the doe eyes Sorrow's giving Mike?" She made sure that he was the only one who heard the question.
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 5:52 am
Flint laughed, then at Ashe's other comment, looked genuinely surprised.
"You didn't hear it?" he asked quietly. "Contri's back. I was on the balcony of my room, getting some air, when I saw what looked at the time to be a mugging. Turns out it was Contri beating the living s**t out of Sorrow. We got into a fight and amazingly I walked away with only a bruise on my lower back. Mike arrived soon after and went a little haywire."
He looked over at the others before continuing.
"The doe eyes...just watch them for a minute, it's as obvious as black on white. It's like a bad love story: Sorrow's in love with Mike who's a demon and she's an angel and god only knows what else."
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Posted: Sat Jan 03, 2009 4:45 pm
Ashe shook her head. "I sleep like the dead. Plus my room was on the other side of the building."
Her eyes hardened at the mention of Contri. "That b*****d," she hissed softly. Only Flint heard that.
She then looked back at the other two and smiled. "So he feels the same way as she does."
The food came and she lifted her glass. "To a successful trip. Here's to the start of a long journey."
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 8:28 pm
Sorrow looked up after day dreaming for quite some time and heard Ashe speak. She nodded and picked up her glass.
“To prosperity and safe travels.”
She then took a sip from her glass and rested it back on the table.
I wonder what the King is going to be like. I wonder if he’ll have a funny mustache. Or maybe a white beard. He will probably have a cane, oh and maybe a monocle. I bet he’ll have an old cat that sits perched on a windowsill and he will go meow whenever someone gets near him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 4:02 am
"And to three great travelling companions." Flint added, raising his own glass. Before he took a sip, he mumbled so low he was sure only Ashe would hear him, and just barely: "And to a successful marriage."
He quickly covered that by taking a sip, and putting his own glass down.
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 11:49 am
Mike, not sitting at the table or having a glass to raise, kept his thoughts in his head. He was still wondering about this Contri character. He didn't know anything about him except that his allies were not fond of him, and he was a threat to Sorrow for some reason. He wondered who he was, along with why they were going to see the king? They were a moderately strong group, anything in their way could be taken down. Why was this king needed? He also pondered about why they were traveling in the first place. What was their destination, or what were they searching for?
And then Mike heard Flint say something about a successful marriage. His keen sense of hearing easily picked up on it, just faintly though. A small smile crept across his face. A shred of hope that love could exist in a heart as corrupt and black as his. Another thought slipped into his mind: he wondered if the king's knights would sense that he was a demon inside. If they did...the encounter could get a little bit messy.
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