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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 2:50 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter His persuasive conversation with the bar tender had given Victor the names of three pirates currently in port. One was in the process of selling his spoils to travelers and the occasional corrupt local law enforcer. He didn't seem like he'd be too keen to leave any time soon. That just left the other two. Beromont and Alhandre. After hoisting a few deck hands off the ground by their collars, Victor found out where each ship was moored. He wasted no time, dashing down the planks. I'm coming for you, Falcon. He stopped at the first spot, the one occupied by Aria. He jumped from the docks, drawing out his dagger and plunging it into the ship. With a great heave, he flung himself up, catching onto the ship's railing. He hoisted himself over and used the momentum to kick the first deckhand across the jaw. Quick to the fight, one of them drew a sword, swinging in a high arc towards Victor. He deflected with his dagger before giving the deckhand a solid kick to the chest, sending him sprawling. He caught the wrist of another and head-butted the unfortunate assailant with his helmet. In the distance, one of them drew a flintlock pistol. Catching the motion in the corner of his eye, Victor twisted and threw the dagger, knocking the pistol from the shooter's hand. He didn't draw his sword. Instead, he raised his fists up to his chin, ready to fight. He used his left metal glove to knock aside a sword before catching the man's jaw with a right hook. He punched another in the stomach, ducked a sword swipe, and gave two quick jabs to a shin, cracking bone. Deckhands were dropping all around him in his flurry. They were now in a circle, reluctant to get too close. Victor was ready for more... until he heard a distinctive click. He turned to see the captain of the ship, riffle leveled at his head. "Ravaging my crew... Now that be a mistake." Victor kept himself from smirking. He stopped entirely when the captain raised his head, tilting up his hat and revealing his face. It was an older man. Captain Aria was a younger woman. "What is it you want?"Victor held up both hands and smiled. "Sorry. Wrong ship. He spun on one foot in time to evade the captain's musket ball as he shot in anger at the indignation. Victor dashed to the edge, diving over the rail and into the harbor. Looks like her ship has already set sail.* * * He came out of the harbor next to Captain Beromont's ship. Still soaking, he walked over and spun around someone about to get on the ship, hoisting them into the air. "Where is your captain?" Before the surprised man could answer, Victor's eyes widened with pain and he doubled over from the impact in his stomach. Falling to one knee, his eyes drifted downward to see two old, leather, and rather small looking boots. He looked up to see a short, portly man in a captain's garb, rubbing his fist. "That'd be me, laddie." The man motioned for the deckhand to carry on. He turned and made his way up the gangplank. "So, can I help ya, or should I just punch yer lights out now?" Captain Beremont smiled at his own humor. Straightening up, but still kneeling, he did his best to keep a level tone. How had this little man delivered so much power in a punch? Victor wasn't easy to knock around, so he was a bit shocked. "I.... I'd like to request... a voyage. I'm after someone."Captian Beromont beamed, placing both hands on his hips. "Ah, ye be a bounty hunter? Oh, I don't know if my humble vessel be worthy of som'n so high in stature." He chuckled heartily, tilting his head back. He finished laughing and began thoughtfully stroking his large black beard. "Well, it may not be the fanciest ship," he said, "but for catching a person? You'll find none better."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 4:11 pm
The Count of Monte Cristo
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The Count of Monte Cristo's ship pulled into the port and he wasted no time getting off it. He left the captain hat on the deck for one of the crew to claim. Then he simply began to walk. The black he was wearing hid him well. He used it to cover his sword. He had informed the crew they could keep his ship and that he would just buy a new one. The Count did not stop. He had no destination in mind but he had a direction. The people and land around him did not effect his mindset until he overheard something. He stopped and looked back at a smuggler. It reminded him of the old days. Then he continued to walk.
(Exit)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Stand for something, or fall for nothing."
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:36 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer  How long had he traveled from that kingdom, in the attempt to distance himself from that Dengen user? Regardless of the length of time or distance, though... he was now here. The Grand Port... While the sight of such a place should have been enough to make a person stand in awe, Chris didn't have time for something of the sort. His mind was too focused on just escaping from that... man. Was he running in fear? No, for he could not feel that sort of thing. It was the most logical conclusion he could have come up with, having witnessed first-hand only a portion of that man's power. If his mind perceived even a glimpse of the truth, he knew full well that he was not safe from that man, even in a place like this.
But, one thing at a time... He had traveled for a while, and now he required sustenance and, admittedly, sleep... Traversing the place, he eventually came across an inn and stepped inside. After a short greet with the innkeeper, and the temporary purchase of a room, the wanderer made his way up to his designated quarters. Upon entering, he removed his cloak, setting it and his claymore down to the side before he moved over to the bed and laid down upon it, nearly falling asleep within minutes. He needed the rest, but could he truly say that he would get it?{ Entering from Aroch the Iron Kingdom, page 4 }
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 1:30 pm
IvonKeir • Zanza Dambala • ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± For some time now the female troll has been wondering around the place, in search for the opportunity to recruit those who had suffered as much as she has. This hate just building up, but cant take it out with out rising suspicion or alert to the authorities.....Until now. While standing near a brick wall in the red district, the area muggy with a distinct husky scent. Zanza stayed vigilant as ever, her arms folded under her breasts while the shadows stayed near. In one of the shadows near her right leg, a goblin poked its head out with a wide grin. It saw a drunken flustered man, walking over himself time to time. The goblin vanished back into the shadow as Zanza could catch the man from the corner of her eye. How pitiful and disgusting humans can allow themselves to get.... The man took notice of Zanza and gave her a wolf whistle, coming far to close to her and began to smirk. It was sad due to the fact she was much taller than him and well in shape, whereas he was thin and lanky with a strong smell of booze. "Hey pretty lady you shouldn't be out at night. *Hic* "He said aloud with a lopsided grin, he couldn't even keep his posture.....such a sad sight to behold....Zanza supposed it couldn't hurt to release her anguish and rage out on one man......right? Zanza smirked under her cowl before turning her head to look down at the drunkard. "Is that so?" She replied soothingly The man smiled up at her before realizing the shadows behind her began to make life. Her goblins began to chuckle before emitting a hyena laughter. The man choked for words before stumbling back, falling into a puddle before letting out a terrified yell. Sounds of bone crushing, fleshing ripping apart, soon silenced the man. Zanza simple chuckled to herself as she watched the man be torn apart, eaten until nothing was left behind. Only a small puddle of blood. With this, Zanza turned her back to the scene and headed for the tavern. Perhaps killing once in a while couldn't hurt, after all she felt better not that she rid an idiot off the face of this planet. Once she had arrived, the shadow that followed soon became small, fit for only her own shadow. Entering the building, few of the folks there know her daily but never bother to talk with her, and they were right not to. She headed back up to her room and closed the door behind her. Walking over to sit on the lame excuse for a bed before hanging her head low into the palms of her hands. In truth she just wanted to find those men who destroyed her tribe and find a new one to join.....but all this hate wouldn't allow it.....Humans are greedy selfish cruel beings....but she can be their nightmare....Anything to give them a hint to not mess with her kind.... ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 2:05 pm
 Pestilance surveyed the port under his rotten and ragged robes. his small axe in the strap on the outside of his leg, his sword in its sheath strapped to his back. He smiled grimly. "These humans think they have nothing to fear here..." He laughed as he thought to himself. His robes flutterd behind him as he walked briskly. He was in search of someone who could help him find a bounty hunter. He had gotten his next target from his master. It needed to be done. He scanned the crowd.
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 11:16 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer For what it was worth, the wanderer had managed to rest well enough within the inn's accommodations. Slowly getting himself out of bed and back onto his feet, Chris now only needed to complete one more task; Sustenance. And that, could be found down elsewhere... Reattaching his cloak and sword around his body, the male made his way out onto the streets again, with his unknown destination set.
Some time passed before he found himself outside of a, for lack of a better word, 'poorly designed' tavern. Had it not been for the mitigated determination to find food, he would have left and gone on to another location. But, it was the first place that he had come across and probably gave a decent meal for an easy to afford price. So, he entered... Finding a seat for himself at a corner table, he waited until a server came by to ask for what he wanted.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2012 12:08 am
IvonKeir • Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± After only what seemed an hour, Zanza woke from her nap. She was getting impatient with waiting. But the time just wasn't right....not yet....just not yet. She stood from her bed, naked, as always how she sleeps. Quickly she took a cold shower before gathering her clothes and putting them back on. Now, heading down stairs she stretched out her arms and let out a moan, the beds always stiffened her back and she could use a companion for her to boss around to help her in such. Perhaps an lower form of her kind like an orc or another goblin of the sort. Yet she remains to be the only one here. While walking to the main area of the tavern, she requested herbal tea. To the corner of her eye she sought a new comer...A rather young one at that. But, regardless, she paid no mind to him once her tea was served, she picked the mug up and left. Surely the bar tender knew not to trifle with the likes of her and let her have it for free as she headed out the door. While looking yonder, taking a few sips here and there, she tossed the mug into her shadow from behind and allowed the goblin to reach out and grab it back inside her shadow for their own tasting. While walking along the streets, a man in rags caught her attention. It was visible enough to see his skin tone....green? Was he of her kind or another sort?.....Who is he? Such a mysterious man perked her interest, even heard the small words spoken from thine covered lips....Truly a sign in her favor no doubt.... ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:20 pm
Chris Rushlon
The Wanderer As he sat there by himself, waiting for his meal to come, the wanderer's eyes had caught sight of something unusual... A female of green skin. She hadn't stayed very long, but his eyes had remained fixated on her as she appeared and left. In truth, she was probably the only thing of interest in this tavern at that time, but Chris had no real interest in chasing after her.
When he had finished his meal later on, Chris felt the need to stay in this city fading away. If he had to fight that male again, then it would preferably be out in the field, away from innocent causalities. And that, was something he expected highly of... Leaving his coins for the meal upon the table, the wanderer left the tavern and made his way onto the main gates. It was time to move on, like always...{ Entering from Garanoff, The Glowing City, page 6 }
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 9:46 pm
IvonKeir IvonKeir • Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± Watching this mysterious figure from a far, Zanza couldn't help but stare. Who was he? Where did he come from, and why? However, Zanza snapped out of her trance as she heard the chimes ring behind her. The female looked to see that it was the human from earlier. She raised a brow in question, but nothing that would interest her in pursuit. Looking back to the man in rags and....green skin. She decided one action best to get someones attention is to simply confront them. She never understood why she would need to simply sit back and watch....depending on the situation of course.... The female troll shook her head and began to advance towards Pestilance. Once she was standing in sight, the woman examined him over. It appeared as though he was occupying himself with thoughts....perhaps he needs something. Due to over hearing what sounded distaste for these lowly humans, she thought to take her chances with an offer.... "Looking for something?.....Perhaps I can be of assistance..." She replied calmly. From behind her, to the shadow, a goblin slowly peeked out, emitting a soft cackle before sinking back into darkness. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 8:08 pm
 Pestilence turned quickly on his heel to face the woman. By her smell she was a troll. His deep voice echoed through his oxygen mask. "Ahh... you wish to aid me yes? Such an offer can hardly be refused... minibus going somewhere a little more private?" He asked. When she nodded, he swept his long robe around het. When he removed it they stood on a large island made of stone. A weird orange and red glow filled the void. "Welcome to my home, please sit." His voice echoed through the large space. A large rumbling occurs and the stones beneath them shook of their own accord. Several rose up and formed two chairs. "I apologize for bringing you here, however I did not think it wise to speak of our matters in the middle of the street. And in fact your help would be most helpful I'm sure my lady." He smiled widely under his oxygen mask. "Shall we eat first or discuss business first?" He asked her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:20 am
IvonKeir • Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± When the man gestured her to follow, the female Troll simply obeyed....Strange though, to simply follow such a small notion...When the two were alone, It took her by surprised when they were suddenly in a different area. As though blinking had changed the scenery. Zanza took a step back, her guard up as she looked around. Trying to figure if this was some sort of trickery. Though with the way he spoke, Zanza soon stood straight and faced him. He was being to generous...So what's the catch? She took a few steps closer to the man, looking him over again. She wanted to know what he was....who he was....And where did he come from? These questions, she had a feeling will be answered when time permits it. For now, the female troll Sat down on the stone chair with caution before slowly relaxing back against it. Her shadow appeared momentarily till one goblin popped out, sitting on the right arm on the chair. Allowing Zanza to pet the Goblins head as it cackled softly before grinning. "Please, no need to be so formal......You may go on an eat if you have not. I had already took my share in such meals earlier...."Zanza responded calmly. She pushed her long black dreads back away from her chest to see clearly of this stranger. ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2012 7:46 pm
The Count Of Monte Cristo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Count walked into the grand port straight past everything. He quickly bought a average size ship with the best artillery and paid a crew. His wealth made things easy for him. He climbed aboard the ship and gave orders to set sail. He had been around here traveling enough. He wanted to explore more find new places. His ship had left port within an hour of him buying it and the crew. He looked at the sea in front of him and the port behind him as a small smile came across his face. Out to the sea he would go again, sailing under the radar. No one would likely see or hear him ordering his crew and sailing but he would. He didn't know where he would dock next.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"You ether die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 8:04 pm
Do'RoelinAs the sky began to fill with grey clouds, a rather large storm flowing in from the Gallows Sea, the Dengen Master slowly but surely closed the gap between he and his prey. Above the roof tops among the gloom of the evening sky, Do'Roelin levitated over street after street, apathetic to all but the dim compass before him. I can already since the power within me...this enhancement of strength and comprehension alone shall assist in my quest....but I do believe Master Dou has out done himself. The tingling upon the master's finger tips alone were proof that Do'Roelin was rather correct in his assumption. The runes etched into his arms were filled with complex yet powerful capability. Soon, the master would need to try them out somewhere...if only to discover what they held within. *** After sailing through the skies of the Grand Port for some time, the master settled down near a group of younger individuals. The first was a rather scar covered goblin of short stature, the second was a scronny male, while the third was a bulky troll. Upon the elder man's settling however, the three gazed towards him with malicious intent. "Ey whats wit da fancy clothes der?" Gnosh asked the master. Do'Roelin reacted only with the raising of one white eyebrow. "Dosn' matter." The thin thug proclaimed, slapping a hand upon the ground. With this motion Krahl raised a collection of stone arms from the ground to grip the white haired Azarian...to his misfortune. As the recovering troll leaped forward, attempting to strike with his only broken limbs, Do'Roelin moved into action. A fiery group of lines spread about his skin, the etchings glowing like flames as they formed plant like patterns about along his anatomy. Soon this pattern spread from the master to the arms bellow, which crumbled to dust the moment they had done so. "Your selfish ignorance has betrayed you once more." Do'Roelin laughed aloud, his voice reeking of power. "Begone." He commanded, a sudden typhoon appearing about the master's body. The winds tore each of the thugs from their stances, and the poor wounded troll was snatched straight from the air. Small stones blasted through walls with haste, seeming to cut through them like paper at such speeds, and unfortunately for the group of Scarab's thugs, they too were sent skywards. Launched into the air, only to fall a few streets away, the group lay broken upon the docks of the Grand port. "Funny....I wasn't finished yet." 
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:32 pm
• Zanza Dambala •± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ± The female troll had waited some time now for a reply to this creature to this....new form of man. Whom ever he was, the woman would not tolerate any more patience. Simply, she reached into her left side of her hip, pulling out a calling card Something he may use to reach her. She set in down on the table while leaving one of her goblin companion with him. Zanza turned her back to the made an began to make for an exit. "I have no time to stand and wait for your voice......If you decide to actually talk, I leave you one of many of my companions.....Use them to reach me if and when you decide to talk.......Farewell stranger...." She spoke in a rather harsh way. She was one who had few tolerance and little patience. In the mean time, the woman left the strange place and back to the docks. Here, Zanza walked on the edge of the wooden platform to take a glimpse of the sea below. Soothing it was to remember the better days of her past, not so much of her sadness and rage for what the humans had done.....Hearing a commotion further ahead, the female troll turned her gaze to such sounds of what appeared to be a fight. Walking further ahead, few men landed beside her...one of the a broken Troll. Quickly, she knelt down to her kin and asked who had done this to him. Weakly, her kin pointed further ahead before passing out. Zanza stood up and hurried around the corner to see but a single man standing there, just in time to hear him finish say Funny....I wasn't finished yet. This of course irritated troll.....yet, before reacting with hate and violence, she took the time to observe his stance, his body language.....he was no ordinary man, he was one with skill....close to even.....maybe even match her own....Just who was this man? Where did he come from?.....And why is she so bent of finding out? Zanza shook her head as she took a few steps closer to this new comer. "You attack my kin, we of very few......one of skill no less....Who are you?" Zanza asked calmly as she finally confronted Do'Roelin. Placing a hand to her hip, she looked him over toe to head, placing her gaze to his eyes.....something about them looked to familiar... ± : . : ± : •°o.O O.o°• : ± : . : ±
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 2:21 pm
Do'Roelin
As the three men who'd assaulted the Dengen Master were tossed aside like unwanted toys, Do'Roelin turned down the ally once more, his path again blocked by yet another new comer.
"That's an interesting accent," The master commented ironically for his own accent was far less common within the region. "It seems familiar." Placing a hand upon his chin as he thought it over, the master began to levitate, raising into the air until he touched down upon a nearby roof top. "Tell me...." He instructed calmly, as his boots scrapped against the shingles. "Do you claim the goblin or the brown troll as your kin?" Do'Roelin asked. "I must apologize for it is difficult to tell the difference between a Strider and a Shade Troll."
The master of course was referring to the different forms of species, where a Strider was a species of goblin tall like a human but far more crafty and long living. A Shade Troll was a rare form of troll, for rather than the hairy or furry bulkish brutes that were most often discovered, this species of troll held a more human like appearance. Without the capability to see her ears, or areas known to hold colored markings upon a Shade Troll, the master was incapable of telling the difference. Sitting down as he peered down upon her, the master eagerly awaited her response.
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