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 Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 8:25 pm
 Evaen
• • • The Great Plaguelord • • •
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Priscilla gave a startled cry as she was carried off, though it quickly turned into laughter as she saw the men behind them. "Where in the seven planes are we going to go? They'll just follow us." She turned her head once more to see the ocean closing quickly on them. Oh gods dammit all, it had to be the ocean didn't it? She thought to herself before looking back at the angry men. She mentally shrugged before accepting her soon-to-be wet fate.
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 5:37 pm
 ☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat smirked as she heard Priscilla. "Don't worry babe, we won't get wet." Kat said as she dashed toward the ocean. She turned at the last moment, springing off the docks onto a ship. She landed on it, startling some of the crew, though they didn't say a thing. "This ship is one that trust me. I've slept here plenty of times, they'll protect us from them." she said, looking at the ship's captain, who nodded. "Relax sweetcheeks, we'll be fine." Kat said, laying down on the deck.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 6:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:44 pm
(Good thing i was carrying a phoenix down, nah, i just have been busy with school projects.)  Reaver just ran around the corner when he saw Kat spring aboard a ship. He started sprinting for the same dock, when he heard one of the thugs shout, "There they are, get them!". Reaver started sprinting up the boarding plank to the boat, when one of the sailors grabbed him roughly. "I'm with Kat! They're chasing me as well!" stated Reaver as he looked towards the demon. A little help would be nice.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:36 pm
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon As their pursuers closed in on the ship, the pirates smirked. This demon was their ally. The pirates and the thieves both fought, one trying to protect her and her friends, the others trying to attack them. Kat looked at Priscilla. "Hey, you okay sweetcheeks?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:15 pm
Evaen
• • • The Great Plaguelord • • •
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Priscilla groaned before shaking her head to fix her head. "Yes, i've been through much worse than this don't worry about me..." She got to her feet and looked at one of the Thieves who had managed to push through the crew. He dashed at her, swinging a small blade wildy at her. As he brougth the blade down, it cut a small part of her large hat away leaving a small triangle shaped cut in it. She quickly reached to her belt and pulled out an odd shaped dagger. The hilt was a curled metal design where as the guard had several skulls imprinted. The long and sleek black blade buried itself deep into the man's eye as she grabbed him by the back of the head and brought him into the dagger before throwing him off the other side of the boat. She stepped back with the others now, with not a smeer of blood on her. "Sorry about that, a little more violent than I intendid."
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:54 am
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat watched Priscilla in somewhat shock. It was gorey, but rather cool. She stood up. "Well then..I suppose it's time we get going. I've to sell this banner soon, before another bounty hunter or something shows up to ruin it." she said, scratching behind her ear. "I've got 800 bits going after me now, it'll probably rise soon enough." Kat yawned, and tucked her self under Priscilla. She then lifted up, carrying the rather light woman on her back. "Pick a place to go, Priscilla."
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 3:41 am
Evaen
• • • The Great Plaguelord • • •
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Priscilla shook her head slightly with a light laugh. "That's alright, I can walk as it is." She climbed down off of Kat's back and stretched her own. "I don't actually plan on staying here too much longer either. In her head, Evaen though figured that the masses would have gathered themselves around Thieve's Haven, hidden in the sand and would be awaiting her order by sundown. It only took one or two dozen undead to get people confused, then panic would set it. At the thought of this, she cracked an awful smirk and decided she'd keep this facade on a little longer.
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((OOC: I'm trying to let Draxen get a post in so he isn't third-wheeling it here but I dunno if he's around))
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 4:27 pm
During the commotion between the pirates and the thieves, Reaver managed to get onto the ship. He arrived just in time to see Priscila stab a man in the eye. He couldn't hear what they were saying, yet he saw Priscila start to smirk. "Looks like your enjoying yourself." stated Reaver as he neared them. I wonder how long it will take before we get off this boat, and more importantly, where are we going? "Hey Kat, do you know where this boat is headed?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 5:39 pm
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat felt Priscilla lift herself off of her back and then smiled a bit. "Okay then." she said. She turned to Reaver. "Actually the ship's not going anywhere anytime soon." Kat scratched the back of her ear with her hind foot. This boat had just docked today, so it wouldn't be leaving today. Kat sighed. "Come on.." she said, jumping off of the ship. "I'll take you to my current home..It's an oasis near here.." Kat said, beginning to walk off. The place was still in the Thieves Haven, but on a rather hidden side of it. She began to walk in the direction of her current den. "Follow me if you want, but I'm getting away from this battle.."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 8:48 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
A bead of sweat began to roll down his brow as the trail began to become cold. With every step the mercenary second-guessed himself, for not a single sign appeared before him to direct his path. As he turned a corner to pass through a thick plume of steam however, his eyes were guided. A man before him fell from above, crashing down as a splintery frail crate shattered over him. With a disturbing thud, the unfortunate man landed upon his shoulder blades, his body twisting into a peculiar form as the fall destroyed the breath of his lungs. The bath attendant would likely not find air until his life truly required it.
As some would fall however, great men rise, and so too did the mercenary. Following the arc of the poor citizen’s fall, Rokairo leaped from the ground, stepping off from a wall opposite to the area he’d been aiming for in order to gain a proper boost. As he turned within the air, his fingers clasped tightly onto the rough sandstone, avoiding the splintered wooden frame of the opening when he gave a rush of strength to lift himself upwards through the opening.
Numerous women of the beautiful sort caught his attention, Pity I have not the time, he thought. As they escaped his sight the Falcon’s keen eye and focus returned to search the area about him. “No….” he mumbled, rushing through peering into each damp room after damp room, “No…” He continued to frantically search the halls with great haste. “No!” He roared, a burst of air then lifted the mercenary through an opening to a balcony, over the railing, and out into the crowded streets once more. “The Drouk was leading me!” Cross was fast becoming furious at his own foolery landing within the open road ways below to tuck his shoulder and roll through to continue his momentum, and though he had given chase in a manner that many of the finest hunters could not, he felt the unyielding since of failure…though it lasted only just a moment.
“The fastest way to get back to Scarab’s scented tent would be to take to the docks. The bounty hunter would need to acquire a vessel…something that would take more time than for me to spot that shiny helmet of his.” Running with all the strength his legs could muster, his stride carrying him far with each step, Rokairo rushed through the carved streets of Thieves Haven, which began to fill with the sands carried by the growing storm about the city. Visibility was diminishing swiftly and the mercenary had already dawned an appearance that his foe could not recognize. The Falcon could surly hunt in such conditions...
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◤His great treasure threatened to fall into Scarab's hand, the Falcon takes chase◥
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 7:34 pm
Evaen
• • • The Great Plaguelord • • •
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"Alright, lead the way I suppose." Priscilla pushed her dagger back into it's hilt and tied the leather strap over it. Taking steps over some of the bodies, she noticed she had managed to get cut in her quick scuffle. She tugged a part of her sleeve over it for the time being. "I have to say, this place gets more violent over the years." She hopped off the boat with Kat and waited for Reaver.
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 8:46 am
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter The sand was beginning to sting as the wind began to howl with a greater ferosity. Locals were ducking into buildings and wrapping their face cloths tight. They knew this storm would be large. It was nothing compared to the Dread Storm that had struck the city in the past, but it was still not to be triffled with. Victor covered his face with his arm as he leapt across rooftops, beginning to lose his footing. Sand coated the tiles and made landing safely a feat nearly impossible. He'd begun using his dagger to plunge it into the slanted roof, creating a hold. Great idea, Victor. Sure, use the rooftops.
What could possibly go wrong? He shook his head in irritation. He needed to keep moving. He needed to escape the sands. Victor's labors were not in vain. Wiping sweat and sand from his face as he pushed himself up over yet another rooftop, he saw the harbor, its boats rocking heavily in the wind, its waters swirling with sand from the building storm. Almost there. Fighting the insistant gusts of wind and sand, Victor rushed forward, jumping off the edge of the roof towards the streets. He grabbed a sign, swinging to redirect his fall, before sliding and falling onto the rough, sandy street. Sand, sand, knoxing sand! It's irritating, useless, and horrible to track targets in. I guess this place is fine for those who wish to be hidden. But..... sand! Getting unsteadily to his feet, Victor rounded the corner and ran for the harbor. Lifting his hand to sheild his eyes, Victor began scanning the harbor's scant inhabitants for a vessel to commandeer. His search was cut short by six shadowy figures approaching through the yellow haze. They quickly formed a circle arround the bounty hunter, revealing weapons from under their cloaks. Without hesitation, Victor drew his short sword, his eyes darting from one figure to the next. His feet moved slowly, circling in the sand so that he turned to face each of his new attackers. A deep voice commanded above the roar of the storm. "Give Us The Map."Victor squinted, suddenly perplexed. They knew who he was, where he was, and what he had. The fat man. The one time Victor had stepped away from simple, honest bounty hunting, and this was the mess he'd stepped in. Double crossed by a man who's lack of intelligence matched his lack of heigene. Victor's sword continued to turn slowly. He did not respond. He waited. The leader took a step forward, repeating himself. "Give us the map. Or die."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 9:25 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
Sands ruffled through the newly dawned clothing, dipping into every small opening to flood his form with scratches and irritation. The hot winds themselves were enough to deter many travelers from making their way to Thieves Haven, even the far reaches couldn't bare the weather for more than a day as a sea born wind drew itself through the city.
It's no wonder everyone here is always so angry.... The Falcon thought to himself as he attempted to fly through the storm. Rokairo's feet pounded heavily against the streets which filled quickly with sand, each spec falling to make piles upon the ground like a blizzard layers snow. Normally he would have been worried about his rapid pace, for in past experiences the mercenary had often found that sprinting allows you to advertise yourself too greatly within a crowd and can greatly handicap any efforts on your part. In a low city where for every honest man there were two dirty handed thieves however, sprinting through the pathways that had been carved from the earth was a common occurrence.
I must be nearing the docks by now....
As he began to breath heavily covering an endless extent of sand covered ground suddenly, silhouettes came into view, soon to become more distinguished as Cross dove for cover at a nearby merchant's stand.
"Give us the map, or die." A gravely voice approached his ears, cutting through the clotted sands that had piled together regardless of his efforts.
"Great, now Scarab's sent more goons so he can wrap his fat little fingers around that map." The mercenary mumbled, he could already imagine the grimy fingernails of the cut throat tapping across the exquisite surface of the well carved casing. As he thought for a moment however, he recalled the latter portion of their statement and as the warrior recalled his own encounter with the bounty hunter, he knew well that these men would hardly qualify to remove said property from their target. "I suppose it would be better for me to snatch my prey when it is tired from running." Rokairo chuckled as he shifted himself more comfortably in the sand for his wait.
Peeking over the wooden frame of the stand, which had been worn smooth from the rushing winds, the mercenary managed not take notice of a trio of well dressed men approaching, the sounds of their footsteps caught in the howling of the fierce wind. Each stepped towards the position next to the crumbling hut with their heads wrapped in an orange cloth and long red robes with light armor scattered across their person.
"Jin yek nou?" The man spoke, his foreign accent catching Rokairo's attention and turning him abruptly to face the three men. "Jin yek nou?" He repeated, this time carrying a tone that was not so kind. "Hashinlo shatu...."The strange man mumbled, taking a small step towards the Falcon as he removed himself from the hiding place.
"Thief!" At once upon the utterance of the single word that all knew among the people of Thieves Haven, the three men drew long thin blades, one carrying a peculiar drum as well. As they charged him, Cross finally realized who they were, and why they were after him. The three men were those of the Jinshou Samurai, a rising power within the Dragon's Breath Desert who claimed ruler ship over a broad territory, and not so long ago, he'd dawned one of their men's stolen robes.
Ducking the first Samurai's iron blade, the Falcon drew one of his short swords and his rope...
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◤His great treasure threatened to fall into Scarab's hand, the Falcon takes chase◥
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 10:35 am
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter "Theif!" Heads turned, startled by the outburst. The minor distraction was enough of an opening for Victor. Leaping forward, he tucked his shoulder and rolled, comming to his feet next to the leader. Seeing Victor out of the corner of his eye, the leader made a panicked swing at Victor's back. Predictable. Victor moved to block with his own sword over his shoulders. The blades made contact and Victor was suddenly stricken with pain. Energy was arching from his own blade into his fingers. His palms were protected by the Dusters, so he was spared most of the dammage. Surge fighters? The fat man must really want this map. The energy was enough to make Victor cringe, pausing in movement. One of the closer men ran to stab him while he was still. The energy was the only thing anchoring Victor's movement. The attacker thrust the tip of his blade forward. Victor needed to move. Dropping his blade, Victor felt his muscles regain control as the energy lost connection. With swift movement, Victor placed both palms on the ground and thrust his right boot backward into the stomach of the oncomming attacker. The cloaked man heaved a heavy grunt before falling to the ground in a heap. As Victor's sword clattered to the ground, the leader lifted his blade for a second strike. Victor used his left hand to push up, flipping himself over onto his back. With the two Dusters, he caught the blade as it swung downward. Victor pushed his boot up against the man's throat, attempting to pry him from his blade. The other four assailants began to close in, blades drawn, intentions dark. Victor removed his boot from the man's throat. The four men were coming from either side of their leader to his front to assist him. Using the leader's sword, Victor slid himself between the leader's legs across the sand coated cobble stones. Grabbing his sword as he slid, Victor stopped five feet behind the group and turned. They, too, turned to face him. A grave mistake. Victor's palm was up and their turned eyes were met with a dazzling flash. The five men stumbled in shock. Victor leaped upward, his knee slamming into the chin of the leader. As he came down, he slashed the necks of the two closest to the leader in one fluid swing. The other two had begun to recover and attacked. Dropping his sword yet again, Victor blocked the sword on his right with the left palm of his duster. With his right hand, he punched the man in the stomach, grabbing his wrist and stepping behind him. The man let out a pained scream just before Victor pushed upward, stabbing him with his own sword. As he fell, the last man rose his sword high. Victor charged him, his shoulder going under the blade and into the man's stomach. Pushing with his legs, Victor drove the both of them over the edge of the docks and into the rough, murky waters.
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