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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:31 pm
There was that shiver again. If it stayed around much longer, he was going to have to put it on a leash, name it rover and have it bark at the neighbors. Or something.
With his little curse, metaphors didn't always turn out as well as they could have...
"Um, I think I'll go with the quests. Please. Now." he spoke urgently.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:00 pm
((Azreal))
It was obvious that the woman was upset. She began cleaning again, and it seemed like her sagging mood had the same effect on her...well, you know.
"Oh, sure...ya loveless b*****d.... I've got quests.
One - Farmer Clellan has lost his prized Winchester Rifle. Go speak to him about it.
Two - A pack of wolves has been circling the area...really odd, that. I'll pay you $40 per wolf corspe you fetch. Customers have to eat, you know."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:03 pm
"I'll take quest number one." said Azreal, sighing with relief as she gave up.
"And where would I find this Farmer Clellan? On a farm, I assume, but where?" he inquired over the location.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:09 pm
((Azreal))
She sighed again, rolling her eyes in a quite snotty fashion.
"You'll find him at the end of this road here...just travel left after leaving this bar..."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:11 pm
"Thank you." said Azreal, giving her a short nod before getting the hell out of dodge.... er, the tavern, anyway.
A winchester rifle, eh? Maybe this particular quest will assist him in getting the weapon he needs oh-so-much.
<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:21 pm
((Azreal))
Before long, a small, ratty-looking farm came into view. The farmhouse looked quite nice, yes, with a beautiful white coat of paint, blue shutters and relatively new-looking...well, everything!
As for the crops...well, they weren't doing so well.
That's probably why the man needed his rifle. Hunting.
Ah, yes. Such a reliable sport. Not like farming, anyways. Who the ******** farms...besides Paul Newman?
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:24 pm
Azreal ******** hated Paul Newman. ******** human.... always telling him that salad wasn't going to cut it without a slathering of oil!
Ahem. Right. The farm.
Looking around the wide plains and searching for this Farmer Clellan, Azreal approached the broken down location.... god, what wasn't broken down in this place?
"Hello?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:32 pm
((Azreal))
At the sound of the Hunter's voice, something stirred inside the house. Creaking footsteps, folowed by a few loud crashes and foul words...eventually led to the door's opening.
Well this was nice. A senile old man.
Nay, a senile, blind old man. Who hunts?
Nay again...a senile...naked, blind old man. Who hunts? In the nude?
Calling out to no one in particular, this ball, no, BALD man yelled,
"Who there!? Mama! Georgie!? Who THERE!?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:36 pm
One of Azreal's eyes began to spasm and twitch at the sight of this freak. For a moment, he truly wished that the dementia would take his vision from him again.
"Why does this town continue to inflict so much pain on my psyche?" mumbled Azreal.
Still, a quest was a quest, he supposed....
"Um... Farmer Clellan? I'm here to help you about your winchester. I'm questing, you see."
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:39 pm
((Azreal))
The man mumbled to himself briefly, then shouted aloud,
"A damn Hunter took my Winchester! Goes by the name of Nicholas Adams! Said he needed to "add it to a stockade"...offered me protection...
So, of course, I said NO! Get it back fer me an' I may let you keep it, lad...I jus' want to make sure it ain't in the hands of no salesman or slut!"
Why he was so adamant about a prostitute wielding a rifle or even having the name "Nicholas" was a complete mystery.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:42 pm
"How can you reward me, Clellan?" asked Azreal bluntly. There was absolutely no point in doing this if things didn't go well for him in the long run.... and taking from the arsenal of his allies to give to a crazy, naked geezer didn't seem like the best of plans. However, he waited for the man to reply.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:48 pm
((Azreal))
"I said, I'll GIVE YEH THE GUN!!!
If yeh don't want to use it, don't yeh dare be sellin' it! One day, I got an offer for 1,000 dollars by that old bar wench Wendy...
A thousand dollars!? That's ALL? Jesus Christ...
Well, yeh heard the offer. ******** off."
And with that, nakey wakey slammed the door.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:52 pm
((Say, am I back in the main thread now that I'm part of the Dark Hunters?))
Hm. Well. That was interesting. A winchester... that could certainly be a useful weapon.
He had to ask Nicholas, though. Stealing probably wouldn't bode well with potential allies.... even if they were humans, Nick was a Magicitic.
Concentrating deeply, Nicholas focused on the incantation given to him before he had left the comfort and safety of the dark sanctum. He closed his eyes and felt a might tug and some distortion, before he arrived safely and calmly inside the sanctuary once again.
<>
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:57 pm
((Azreal))
[Until you've moved on to the Shards, nope.
However, I'm now changing this thread to Subplot and creating a new Quest thread for the gun. You'll move to that one.]
The chamber was just as he'd remembered it...although it was a tad dark...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 12:00 am
s**t... it was dark, even for his newly acquired hunter senses. Anything further than 10 feet away ended up quickly fading into the shadows. Where had all this darkness come from?
"Nicholas? Are you here?" he called, attempting to get an answer. Azreal was pretty sure he would be unable to find his way to the man's room, especially after the disorientation that teleportation brings.
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