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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:33 pm
 xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxxJezebel reclined lazily on what was left of a watchtower. From there, she could see the gates she was supposed to be watching. The day was boring, nothing had happened at all. That all changed the second Jazebel glanced and saw the camel entering the gate. She stared at it blankly for a while. "...******** déjà vu."
Down on the ground, snickering bandits waited for the camel to get in and then sneaked behind ruins as they surrounded the intruders. They weren't shadow walkers by any means, and anybody with stealth training would be able to notice what was happening. It was too late though, for the bandits quickly revealed themselves, wearing bright, smiling faces at the sight of the red-haired wench. "Hey there, girly, come to play?" they teased. "You look like you'd be fun. I like mine feisty!" The group laughed together.
"Think that's funny.. do you?" came a low, aggressive voice from behind one of the bandits. He turned around and saw Jezebel's steaming expression and his face turned pale. "Does violating women amuse you?! Does the rape give you such pleasure?! You disgusting piece of s**t!!" She swung her poleaxe at the bandit, sending him tumbling into the ruins, with a big gash in his side. She glared at the other bandits. "Anybody else think it's funny?" The group's silence and the collective look of fear was a definite no.
Jezebel looked up at the woman on the camel, completely ignoring the man, and grinned as she looked her over... thoroughly. "We... don't often get such lovely visitors." she eventually said. "I'm Jezebel. Unfortunately, I'm in charge of these useless shitbags. ..Who might you be?"
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:09 pm
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'Aww, she wasn't kidding,' thought Legault grimly, noting the individual positions of the people surrounding them as they went about their business. Though he was picking up on them now, he had been a bit slow on the uptake. It would be quite a feat to escape from the most assuredly imminent encounter at this point, meaning it was either fight or negotiate. Needless to say, the latter assumed that these bandits cared for diplomacy, which was unfortunately not very likely.
The former Black Fang clutched his Rune Blade and kept his peripheral vision focused on the bandits as they filed into the ruins. "Melethia...do you see what I see? I see a fight coming on," he mumbled. However, this warning of his was quite unecessary - the brigands already made their presence quite clear considering one shouted out a blatantly sexual jeer Melethia's way. Legault somewhat logically assumed that if a fight were to break out, that guy would be the man who would fall first. It turned out he was right about that, except that a fight hadn't actually broken out yet. Out of nowhere, a particularly nasty looking woman sent an almighty swing his way. Legault was no healer, but he was pretty sure that wound would kill soon given the desert conditions and the fact that bandits weren't known to have clerics in their employ most of the time.
By this point, Legault had silenly drawn his Rune Blade and concealed it behind Melethia's back without making too many noticeable movements. The crazy woman's apparent murder of her own comrade served as a great distraction. He'd be able to bring it out and use it at a second's notice. However, though he was paying attention to his surroundings as well as all his years of experience allowed him, he couldn't help but notice that while the crazy woman had used the plural 'visitors', she was only eyeing Melethia...much like her men had. Well, that was certainly interesting, but not really helpful to the purple-haired Assassin. Legault was pretty certain these people were thinking up many uses for Melethia, but were also offhandedly writing him off as her dead man companion.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 10:37 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Just as Melethia predicted there were men already swarming her and Legault. Though she was sure they were all wanting her and wanting to kill the man she brought with him. Though was surprised her was that there was a woman who came up to the men and killed one of them with an axe.
She then noticed that said woman was taking a good look at her. This wasn't the first time that a woman had that look on her face. The woman introduced herself as Jezebel. A grin came onto her face, though most of them couldn't see that her teeth were a little fanged. She liked the style of this woman.
"I'm Melethia." She said still grinning. "And this guy who I just happened to find is my little helper Legault." She turned to Legault, giving him a look that said he needed to trust her for this to work. Melethia then grab him, pulled him towards her and patted his head. She let him go after a few moments and got a good look at Jezebel. "I didn't expected to be greeted by a woman like you. So strong willed, so willing to not let a man treat you like an object, I like that." The grin was once again back on her face. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 11:10 pm
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Legault nearly lost his already sweaty grip on the Rune Blade when Melethia suddenly shifted and looked at him after a somewhat odd tone of introduction to the murderous bandit woman. Out of nowhere, he was reminded of the way some of the old Black Fang (particularly the Reed brothers) had glanced at him before going about their somewhat messy work. A look that expressed a silent wish to follow one's lead or generally just watch their back. At least, that's what Melethia's expression reminded him of. His impression at first was that she wanted him to rush into battle alongside her, but that probably wasn't what she had in mind given what she did next.
Surprised by her sudden touch and pull, Legault was momentarily rendered incapable of thought or action. She had just pulled him along...and despite his not giving much resistance, he found her to be a bit stronger than one would expect. Legault had already suspected her of being much more than a fragile woman in need of a male bodyguard to aid her passage through the desert, but he had a feeling she could pull his body up off the camel even in the position she was in right now.
When she'd released him, Legault sat up and tried to figure out what had just happened. He'd had his head patted as if he were some sort of puppy...perhaps he was meant to play a part? Legault had played some, well, colorful roles over the years. Still, he looked at Melethia and then at the woman and tried to piece together just what exactly was the plan.
...And then it hit him. 'I think these bandits might be in for a treat if Melethia's going to do what I think she is...' he thought, unsure of how he himself felt about it. On the one hand, he wanted to avoid confrontation even though he'd all but written that off as impossible...and on the other, he feared that Melethia would either put herself in a vulnerable position or that it would work and he himself would be considered immediately disposable. Still, if she wanted him to play a role, he'd play a role.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:57 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx This situation was all too familiar. Jezebel remembered the last time a pair had ridden into Ardinia on a camel. This was different only in that one of them was a woman. She still had the seriousness of the black man though, and also like him, she seemed to be the one leading. And in Jezebel's mind, since Melethia was associated as being like Ali, that meant Legault was associated as being like... that perverted, brat sidekick. It didn't matter that she didn't know this guy. Her rage for that kid, Jaren, was just that strong. She glanced passed Melethia and sent Legault an immediate death glare.
Once Melethia spoke again, Jezebel ended her glare and looked back. Through the flattery, she puffed out her chest and relaxed a hand on a popped hip. "Ha!" She flicked her nose into the air. "The women of this country have grown soft and they get weaker everyday. There aren't many strong ones left, but we're out there. And we sure as hell don't put up with male s**t!" She smiled at Melethia and her tone became softer. "I take it you're one of the strong ones, too. I also... like that."
After a moment of the two women looking at each other, a moment that was either very awkward for the males or very sensual, Jezebel recalled the presence of the filth with her and continued on. "Well, as long as I'm here, I can guarantee these maggots won't try anything, not that you couldn't handle them. But for whatever you're here for, you'll have to talk to the boss, the Serpent Fang, about it. I can take you to him, if you want."
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:20 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames "Well that would definitely help me out," Melethia said. "I did come here for a reason. "As for how strong I am. I'm stronger than I look. And I certainly hope those men won't try anything. One more thing. Legault will not act out unless I tell him to. If he does disobey me, he knows what will happen to him. He will also act out on self defense, so don't try to kill him." She gave all the men, minus Legault a cold hard glare. She wanted them to feel intimidated, because as far as she was concerned she wanted nothing to do with any of them. The Serpent Fang however was a different story. She was curious to see who he was and what he was like.
"So Jezebel, if you would, guide us to the Serpant Fang," Melethia's grin got bigger after she said that.
Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:03 pm
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Legault, by now, was trying his best to appear as Melethia was describing him. He no longer looked at the men around him warily, instead choosing to straighten his back and look imposing. This, at least, he could do properly - he certainly had the right background to be able to genuinely adopt that sort of disposition. He was also gazing directly at Melethia as if she was his only concern in the world, the reason being because he assumed the trained bodyguard/manservant Melethia had made him out to be would only look out for the safety of his 'mistress'. In truth, he was concerned for the fiery-haired woman as he would be for any of his allies over the years, but he wasn't so selfless as to forget about his own well-being.
Of course, while he was looking in Melethia's direction, he also caught the nasty death-glare coming from that crazy bandit woman. 'If looks could kill...' he thought, glad that he was under Melethia's protection (which was odd since it was originally supposed to be the other way around). What he wasn't so glad about, though, was that Melethia apparently just accepted an invitation to meet with the big boss of these unlovable little scamps. "Great, just hope by the end of this I keep my head," he murmured to himself, unaware that another more sensitive part of his body was in worse danger. He dismounted the camel and tried to appear as unconcerned as possible as he came to Melethia's side. At least he knew how to play a role.
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...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 6:26 pm
xxxxxx"You foolish men who walk the earth like blasted kings!"
x "I will collect my trophies soon."8===========================> xx J e z e b e l xx <===========================8 xxxxx Jezebel licked her lips as she smiled. She liked that look the girl gave the men. This one really was special. Jezebel hoped the girl would be sticking around a while. "Follow me~" She turned around, swung her poleaxe over her shoulder and began swaying off. The other bandits followed, making sure that the camel followed along. They kept their distance, but remained alert in case one of them tried something.
They went through the rundown city all the way to the beautiful castle's stairs. They passed other bandits along the way who just kind of watched them pass with obscure looks. "It'll be on foot from here, obviously..." Jezebel said, as she began to ascend the stairs to the castle door. "The idiots will watch your camel for you."
The door was opened and the three went inside. The inside of the castle looked like the inside of a castle. The author's not going to describe it because blah blah blah we've read it before elsewhere and she doesn't give a s**t. She led them up to the throne room and swayed up to the Serpent Fang. "This girl wants an audience with you." she announced, ignoring the existence of the man with Melethia. "I told the woman I'd take her to you." She glanced back at Melethia and then to Drake again. "Can't blame me, right?" She winked and then walked over to Melethia and whispered to her. "He's all yours."
"Your wangs shall be a fine addition to the others!"xxxx
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:11 am
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia was guided to the castle where the Serpent Fang resided. She noticed the other bandits looked at them. They got glares as well. Once she got to the castle she saw some stairs. She got off the camel and motioned for Legault to follow. She gave the bandits one last glare, before going in, so then knew that if they tried something they would pay.
The half-dragon glanced around a little bit. She took note of what she saw. Then came the throne room. She saw the man, the Serpent Fang. She figured he looked and felt all high and mighty up there, but unlike where she came from and most other places, she was sure he had to earn that throne. Melethia heard Jezebel whispered that he was all hers. She kept her eyes on the man when she said, "So you are the Serpant Fang," Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 10:09 am
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As the duo of Melethia and Legault were conducted through the suspiciously lavish castle, the purple-haired assassin's eyes shamelessly darted back and forth and took in their surroundings. Anyone could see that he was analyzing the situation and looking for an escape route if such a time came when they found themselves needing one. There was no point hiding this action of his, really, since his role as Melethia's bodyguard (or at least that's what he assumed was thought of him by this point) was to protect his 'mistress'. Besides, Legault figured some of the bandits might even think he was just taking in the sights.
He now began to wonder just what kind of bandits occupied castles in such an impoverished city as this. This Serpent Fang must be a bit more than just a thief lord...or at least an incredibly good one. As he thought this, the crazy bandit woman led them into the throne room and he got his first look at this man of the hour.
Again, Legault asked himself just what Melethia wanted here. If it were something unpleasant in some way, he resolved to simply leave and avoid the trouble. Now that he was in semi-civilization, he could surely find some way to gather the resources required to cross that damnable desert. Of course, this was all assuming everything with this Serpent Fang went well...that is, well enough that he wasn't dead by the end of it. --------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:48 pm
As they entered the room, Drake gazed down at them, looking them over. The woman had scarlet hair which was considered extremely beautiful in Sentria due to it's rarity amongst the people- and the cultural admiration of the hair color had only been furthered during the time when Queen Razevi sat on the throne. But, Drake could tell that this girl was not Sentrian. Her pale skin gave her away. This arose the curiosity of just where this scarlet rose had come from. She also knew better than to walk the sands alone. The man accompanying her was never more than a half-step behind her it seemed. By his getup, he looked liked he could go up against someone of the Shadow Guild. He was likely her body guard. Drake could tell this was going to be an interesting visit.
"I am." he responded simply, after the woman addressed him. "But you knew that... or else you wouldn't be before me, would you." He grinned slightly as he looked her over more, this time for pleasure instead of information. "But you wanted an audience with me. Very well. Tell me then- Who are you? And what do you want...?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:11 am
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia saw a grin form on Drake's face. There was something about her he liked. Now she was a little curious about this man. "I am Melethia Dagon." She said, "I cam here to get some tomes, fire ones to be exact. I just happen to have a knack for magic."
She then turned a little towards Legault and placed a hand on his shoulder. "This man here is Legault. He's my travel companion." She turned back to Drake after her hand left Legault's shoulder.
"Now I'm sure you aren't just going to hand me a tome. I'm a woman. The woman are usually illiterate and are normally slaves. I may not be from this desert country, but I come from a desert country of another world." There is a grin on Melethia's face as she said that. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 9:51 am
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Legault kept his eyes on the Serpent Fang even as Melethia put a hand on his shoulder. Other than maintaining the stance of a bodyguard, he was also trying to size up the man on the throne. His first impression was one of dislike - something about the guy didn't sit quite right with the former Black Fang. This was a bit perplexing given that the fellow wasn't being particularly rude or confrontational.
He glanced at Melethia as she expressed her desire for Fire tomes...she'd come this far into the arid hostile desert for mere fire magic? Though he didn't let it show on his face, Legault was a bit surprised. He recalled how these volumes were cheap and plentiful in Elibe - could the situation have been different in this world? Whatever the case, risking life and limb for simple offensive magic didn't seem all that great an incentive to come out here...unless it was some type like what old Graybeard back at the Dragon's Gate used to wield. Which was likely impossible. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
...it looks like this won't be easy...
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:28 pm
A twinkle formed in his eye as the woman revealed herself to have skill in magic, but he made no comment and let her continue. The last thing she uttered proved Drake's initial thought; this woman was indeed interesting. "Other-worlder, eh...?" He grinned. "That's something we have in common..."
He sat up in his throne a little and rubbed his chin as his arm relaxed on the throne. "So... you want a fire tome. Well tomes I have, of varying powers. They're mostly unused. I don't have many magicians in my forces, you see. Aside from me despising the art and most who use it, people in this country are mostly illiterate to begin with, so it's a bit of a treasure when a good mage comes around." He glanced to the side and furrowed his brows as he feigned contemplation. "But, and please abide my inquiring nature, why would you have to come here just to get a magic book, when there are other countries that you could get one from so much easier...?" He held his grin, but looked at her with heavy eyes. "You're an other-worlder... so would you happen to know about that guild in Learania...? Why not just go... to them...?" He continued to eye her calmly but sinisterly, able to take note of every movement and change of tone she made. People could not very easily lie to him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:03 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames "I know about them." Melethia's grin turned into a frown. "But they are the reason I am here. Someone thought it was a good idea to pin a crime on me, just because of what I am. I tried to say that it wasn't me. Didn't listen to me for one second." She was getting angrier the more she was speaking.
"That nomadic b*****d put me in an asylum and let me be subjected to all kinds of s**t!" At this point with the fact that she was mad and yelling, her dragonic features were more visible. She was no longer able to hide the fact that she wasn't fully human.
"I busted out when the time came and fled here. I came here with hope of getting some semi-normality here." The half-dragon growled before speaking again, "But if given the chance to get some payback for that man. I'd gladly take it. I would love to see that man BURN!" Another growl was heard. Her eyes went to Drake. They were still slitted like a dragon's would be. "Let me have that chance!" Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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