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 Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 11:55 am
Walking around in the halls in the guards armor she "found", with a lance, a bit taller then herself, she couldn't even use it. Hating the fact she was lost, she mumbles a word or two... She takes a turn hoping to find what she was looking for. "I've been in this armor for too lon- ... Eh? " She spots the body lying in a small pool of blood and with the throat cut. " 'Bout time..." She noticed the boy, doing what ever he was doing... "Hey! Whatcha doooing?" Walking over to the boy, she smiles and lays a hand on his shoulder. "Come on... Don't be surprised, I'll get you out of here!" She takes a deep breath and mumbles "At least I'll try too anyhow....."
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:24 pm
Kaigra has suspected he had been in this prison for a time now. Ever since he had gone unconscious in the forest that night...he woke up in this place, his wound mended and his weapons taken away. His ears had perked up at the oh so enticing offer of the two in front of the cell. He rose to his feet and eased his way past the other members. "Let me out...I am strong...I used to fight in the arena...I can be useful to you..." he had whispered through the bars to the small children.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:09 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY_____________________Your minds are closed._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Open your imaginations....XXXXXXXX ((OoC note: Naomi, watch out! You're in guard armor. Wesley and Abigail loathe the guards... Better tell them who you are, if you're not a guard! They'll ignore your presence for one post. My recommendation: ditch the armor.))
Delightful, it was- positively delightful. With the slitting of a guard's throat, the twins were met not with mindless uproar, but with the wonderfully manipulative pleas of the allegedly insane. It felt good to hear the different intonations that floated on the breeze- veiled threats, the sweet promises of cooperation, and the snarls that they were searching for. Yes, yes, the violent ones would surely cooperate, so long as they did not strike out at the ones that released them.
...Though perhaps that wouldn't be too bad, either. Though Abigail's bloodlust had been temporarily sated, Wesley's hands were all too eager to fly to his makeshift weapons. As soon as Saifer had approached them, the mercenary had drawn his sword and looked all too willing to silence the thief. It wasn't until a quick 'tsk tsk!' came up from Abigail that he turned towards his sister, and away from this potentially dangerous newcomer.
"Now, now. We need every hand we can get, you know that! He's got picks!" Nonchalantly pointing towards Saifer's jingling lockpicks- which she'd only seen with the help of Kione's words- Abigail calmly trailed the blade of her knife up the dead guard's throat as she spoke. Almost as if punctuating her sentences, she applied pressure just below the chin, cutting just deep enough to sever the skin without dipping too far into the musculature beneath.
"Mister, how'd you get in? The door's still closed." Wesley sheathed his blade carefully, trying not to alarm Saifer- who already looked ready to jump out of his skin. That didn't matter overly much, as he could draw it again if needed; it was an ersatz gesture of trust, further punctuated by a suspicious narrowing of the boy's eyes. While the man's sudden appearance and apparent lack of knowledge about the structure was surprising and unnerving, the fact remained that only one of the group could pick locks; this new, potentially murderous stranger.
The two of them didn't seem to realize that they were currently the only ones guilty of manslaughter in the past twenty-four hours.
"We'll have to trust him to help us, dear brother, lest the guards skewer both him and us! Dear sir, dear sir, may we borrow your picks? We've a fancy, you see." Abigail drew the blade up sharply, then, following the cadaver's jawbone before dragging the knife quickly along his hairline. Crimson droplets beaded from the skin with each section she passed, leaking more quickly as the incision grew ever longer across the man's forehead. All this she did without looking away from her task- never once did she meet Saifer's eyes.
"We've a need to free the prisoners. Most weren't meant to be here. Take the man you're standing next to- had it been us in his position, we would've slit your throat and made off your picks. Let 'im out, if you please. The lady next to you, as well." Wesley made as kind a smile as he could manage, winking to both Melethia and Kione as he rolled back and forth on his heels. All he needed was two; with two prisoners on their side, the thief could easily be coerced into releasing more and more of the mentally insane. A jail break was never easy, and they would all know that four people alone would not accomplish that feat. At the very least, the rest of the captives would have made such a din that the guards would come running at once if they were left unattended. It was a necessary evil.
It was a good thing that Saifer hadn't done anything rash. He was a necessity, now, rather than something to be disposed of. While Abigial and Wesley understood what lockpicks were, after all, they had no idea how to use them.
As they awaited Saifer's decision, Abigail peeled off the cadaver's face and held it in her hands, glowing with a sense of pride. The murderous children had another face to add to their collection. xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX..Broaden your horizons.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:23 pm
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((Belive me. I was planning too ))
Taking of helm, and sets it on the ground, she sighs. She throws the lance down. "Wearing armor that is rather big... And I cannot do much!" Whats with all the people?! Gots two kids and a some person who -Glance at Saifer - I think is sick... and a dead guy.... And here I am in guard's armor... I am soooo gonnna get exicuted....She thought...Naomi starts to takes off one -of the many- pieces of armor off. At least I be alot faster with this off...
She starts un-straping the chest piece. "What myrmidon wears armor...? I don't get knights...Nothing but big slow lugs walking in armor... " She mumbles to herself. She uses her kicks the lance with her foot and catches it with her hand. "Screw this..." She holds the chestplate with one hand and uses the other to cuts the straps of her chestplate. She glance at the one of the kids who held the peeled of Cadaver's skin. "Name's Naomi.... You?" She quickly place the lance on the wall and use her other hand to hold the armor while the other takes the lance and cuts the other strap that held the armor. Reveiling her shirt she sets the chestplate down, and starts to cut the armor straps on her leg... She lifts her head up and quickly looks to the left then right. "Greaat...Hurry up on whatever your doing!" She turns and hisses "I think I hear guards, and I don't even know how to use this!" She said refearing to the lance.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:40 pm
 Saifer had never, not once in his life of hardship and loneliness, ever been this terrified of anything in his life. He was speechless, just gaping at the twins as they mutilated the flesh of the deceased guard as if it were the most natural thing to do. They were also speaking to him as if they expected he wouldn't be completely revolted by what they were doing. He'd seen the dead before, naturally, but there was no respect for the person. It was as if the body was a slate to carve as one pleased, and Saifer could only assume without a shadow of a doubt that his killer(s) were the two freak children.
A few seconds passed as Saifer and the two stared at each other, one side absolutely unable to comprehend just what kind of sick world he'd stepped into and the other lazily awaiting his compliance to their command simply because it was convenient to them that he put himself in even more danger by releasing criminals. Still, what could he do? He could run, but he didn't know where he was going. Even if he found the exit, he was sure these guards would stop him and maybe throw him into a cell if not execute him on the spot.
Turning away from the two demonic children and their bloody toy, he looked at Kione's door, then at the lockpick in hand. He thoroughly hated both options, but...
Saifer was probably making a mistake, but this wasn't a game of right or wrong so much as life or death. He inserted the lockpick and began his work. Hesitantly, Saifer picked the lock and eventually heard the third 'click' of the day. It didn't sound as sweet as the first one, but it was certainly far more tense than the second one. Saifer clearly did not want to be in the immediate area of the now-freed prisoner, so he moved away and set to work on the woman's cell. He didn't bother scanning her for any threatening signs...there was just little point of that now. After yet another click, Saifer uneasily stepped back. He was putting distance between himself and the prisoners, not to mention the cadaver he was trying to avoid looking at at all costs.[Short post is short xd ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 3:42 pm
 Blythe let out a heavy sigh as he led Cesario along the weathered, uneven road among the mountains east of Eyris. An awful lot had taken place since the escape from Sires for the young Troubadour, some of which had culminated to the circumstances of him travelling upon a road he’d otherwise not use.
To begin with, he’d finally come to accept that he was no longer in Magvel. After the group he was temporarily a member of from Sires had gotten far away enough from the port-city to safely presume they wouldn’t be pursued by Mordache, Blythe had tested the waters by asking for directions to Frelia. There’d have been a minor freak-out on his part had it not been for the fact that someone other than himself knew such a place existed. But then a long explanation followed right after from the bulk of the group concerning the various inexplicable forces that transported people from a number of different worlds to the one he now found him in. And by then, he’d seen enough, been here long enough, to know that their words were true. But knowing he wasn’t crazy, and that this happened to a good number of people, including multiple Magvelians, Blythe soon became excited by the fact that he was in an entirely new place. The entire reason he’d left home was to travel, to expand his horizons and experiences, after all, and he now found himself in an unknown-to-him continent to travel throughout!
Better yet, he’d learned that the country he currently inhabited wasn’t run by royalty, but by a guild of people who, much like Blythe, had come from different worlds! Blythe was loving life in Learania already. …Until they reached the capitol, Eyris, to learn that a small BOY, who had come from nowhere, was to be made King very soon. Yet another spoiled, self-entitled, never-had-to-work-for-anything-in-their-life, probably couldn’t hack it in real life ruler. Blythe didn’t want to have anything to do with it, so he passed on attending the ceremony or any other festivity or event held in an unaccomplished King’s honor.
With the turn of events that had taken place, the Troubadour had intentions to travel across northern Learania, perhaps even into a place called Adliana for a while, to see new things, look for work, his usual MO. But before he could do that, he had business with a certain red-haired Swordmaster he needed to tend to. Said Swordmaster had given Blythe a LOT of money in exchange for favoritism back in Sires (which Blythe didn’t plan on giving). Circumstance had prevented him from returning the money sooner, but no that they weren’t running for their lives’ sakes anymore, he could give back the dirty money he had no intention of keeping. It wasn’t that Blythe didn’t appreciate money, but he could and would earn his keep honestly. He’d been seeking out this man, he’d learned his name was Joshua, for a while, but hadn’t been able to pinpoint the man thus far. Blythe had learned Joshua intended to be in this region today, however (not being from Learania made other non-natives, guild members, very friendly about providing information).
Thusly, here was Blythe travelling in search (and in vain, thus far). As he continued forward for some time, however, the distant noises of what sounded like combat came to his ear. Blythe nudged his horse forward faster in order to investigate what was happening to discover what looked to be a caravan of sorts under the presumed authority of Learanian soldiers being violated by a group of… very peculiar, oddly colorful bandits. Blythe had the misfortune of encountering bandits once or twice during his travels in Magvel before – and this group looked nothing like those from Magvel (not an axe among them, a lot more color in their clothes, and much nicer clothes in general on that note). But maybe that was just attributable to cultural diversity between continents.
Regardless of how unusual, unorthodox even, Blythe thought this group of bandits seemed, it would be reprehensible of him to watch them attack these honest soldiers and do nothing. Blythe had a hatred for bandits, despicably taking from others rather than earning honestly for themselves. And even if he couldn’t harm them, even if it might endanger himself, Blythe would do whatever he could against them.
…which, being a mono-staff unit at this point in his life, meant all he could really do was heal the soldiers they were attacking and hope that with healing support, they’d be able to drive the bandits away. Still, that was better than nothing. And Blythe was better equipped to do so then ever before, carrying with him a Physic Staff (after the traumatic battle that took place at Sires, Blythe figured, quite wisely, he’d best be able to heal from afar before he take a job involving combat again). A good distance away from where the combat was actually taken place, the Troubadour drew out the Physic and targeted a helmetless soldier. The healing energy encapsulated the man, who would be feeling much better and more able than he was a moment ago. (tl;dr watered down summary: Blythe is looking for Joshua to return the money he was given, which leads him to this road since he heard the Swordmaster would be in the area for some reason. He sees the skirmish between our "bandits" and Learanian soldiers, and having a hatred for bandits, will be helping the soldiers out from a VERY good distance with a Physic staff. He heals the guy who lost his helmet.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:50 pm
 This guard was a fool, and showed it by attacking the magic. Slowly, the weapon was deteriorating. Now once he got close enough for a swing at Ziaram, it broke, and the surprise on his face was worth it.
Time to finish this little skirmish. The guard never thought of the consequences of attacking the magic, and the...distraction worked? Well of course it did. Not stopping, Ziaram moved towards the soldier, and used the hilt of his Light brand to hit the guard upside the head, and then moved off to the side of the guard to shove him and send him sprawling.
Looking over to see how Joshua was fairing, it surprised him to see the king fighting the way he was. Moving over, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, lets get moving. These guys took a good enough beating here."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 10:56 pm
"looks like it's my turn now"
*walks up to the broken prisoner holding cart*
"now I have a kingdom to infiltrate, perhaps I could help you 'bandits' in that place"
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 11:38 pm
The forest was a good place for a wolf. It wasn't as if he really had a place among those in FEF; he didn't know any of them, and most of them were rather nasty-smelling humans and strange other creatures. Honestly, most of them looked like they wouldn't even make a half-decent meal. Shame, he'd been tossed here against his will and couldn't even get a decent snack. Oh well, at least there were woodland creatures to whet the edge of his appetite.
Of course, there was another war going on outside. Again. Jeez, hadn't it only been a couple months since the last one? ******** humans just loved to beat the s**t out of each other, didn't they? Yeah, it was fun, but you still needed people to go back home afterwards. But hey, here was the smell of blood. Fresh bodies, and these weren't ones from around here. Tasty... Maybe he'd get a good meal after all.
So he crept up, sitting in the shadows at the edge of the forest and watching for a few moments. Thick iron.. That was some sort of cart. With bars. A cage. His lips curled back, a soft growl emitting from his throat. ******** humans and their ******** cages and ******** capturing everything... Why the hell would they do that? And in this case even to their own people, other humans? Ugh, so barbaric... a wolf would never capture one of their own in such a stifling thing no matter how much they hated each other. But, at least these were strangers, people he didn't care about one whit.
Well, no. That wasn't entirely true. One scent was slightly familiar; the kind girl from the cafe. That made him feel just a little bad about simply sitting here and doing nothing. But only a little. She was moving, anyway... perhaps he'd greet her later. For now, he needed to choose on what to dine.
Of course, the weakest were the easiest to prey on. And this person attempting to speak with others in the midst of a battlefield seemed the weakest of all. So the great wolf pounced, a roar emitting from his jaws louder than he seemed capable of emitting. Claws dug into flesh, and he bore Shadow to the ground, snarling roughly to warn off anyone who might come near. Then his teeth gripped the man, lifting him by the back of his clothing and loping off into the woods, leaving only puzzled faces behind him.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:02 am
(seriously)
*calmly grabs the wolf by the scruff of the neck*
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:05 am
Obviously, Rain disregarded the small human grabbing his throat as he wasn't at an angle to do anything. That, and the fact that one hand wouldn't come anywhere close to fitting around his neck. A little farther into the forest, he dropped the man, grinning a wolfish grin down at him. "Hm, wonder how you taste..." And he started with the arm, teeth sinking into flesh easily.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 12:09 am
"probally like poison, and it's a wonder you didn't go after that bleeding, stunned, helmless guard seemed like much easier meal, and probally wasn't poison"
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:51 am
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames With the click of the lock and the sliding of the door, Melethia was freed. She turned to the direction of the twins.
"I thank you," She said. "Part of me is curious to know why you are here, but I will not ask." The half dragon sniffed the air. She grinned wide enough that her small fangs were showing. "Why I can smell one of them right now." Melethia looked down to see the dead guard. "You know you guys are getting what you deserve. You've done nothing good for us. Be glad you are dead." She sniffed the air again.
"Ah there is some live prey." The half-dragon started carefully walking to the smell of the guard. She was going to have fun. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 11:45 am
The door made a click as the lockpick from the thief broke the lock free. Along with that, the door slowly creaked open. Free. Kione was free at least. Praise the Lord! He slowly took steps out of his cell and just looked at the boy as he crept away from him in fear. The summoner did one of the most unexpected things as someone who came out from a cell. He bowed slightly down towards the boy.
"Thank you for letting me out of this dreadful place," he said as he raised his body back up. His eyes gazed towards the twins. "I would also like to thank you two also," he added as his eyes glanced towards the cadaver in one of the twin's hands. Surprisingly, Kione had no reaction towards the ghastly thing.
His attention turned towards the other prisoner that was freed along with him. "Don't get ahead of yourself," he said towards the lady as she was beginning to walk towards the guards. "You can't take those guards by yourself." Kione started to walked towards her. "I can assist you," he added.
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