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 Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:25 am
Irra pulled the woman away from the fire before she was brought to harm, his mage hands still at work. "Calm down dear. You jump to far to conclusions and will come to your own harm." He smiled to her, expecting to have to struggle to keep her away. She was a fire user, and he learned much from this. She was also a drow, and he would have to be weary himself from now on. Looking back to the bar, he yelled to those inside, calling for their assistance. "Hello, all those in the building. This fire may be magical, but it can be put out simply by soaking the entire sphere is water! I will attempt to move it from the door way, prepare to soak it once in the street!"
His attention quickly returned to the drow female, as his mind pushed his mage hands away, t'wards the flaming sphere. "Ok, now weather you believe me or not is not a matter of mine, but you must help. The flames set upon the building can be put out with your ability much quicker then with water. Once the flame is moved, kill them." He smiled, his voice calm and clear. He was level headed, and had thought the plan up only in moments. His mage hands had moved around the sphere, and pushed against it, leaving their imprints. It looked as though they were the ones moving it from the door way, when really, he simply had it move. His plan was in action, now he must wait to see what the others would do.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:19 pm
 Guardsman,
Valiant Protector,
Insignificant.
The Guard would curse to himself as he would not bother drawing his blade, instead his arm reached over his shoulder pulling the kite shield from his back as he grabbed both available straps, one in each hand. His gauntlets pressed to the shield as he rushed towards the door. "For the Defenders Sake! F@%$ OFF!" The guard was obviously annoyed at the constant disruption, and the previous events only led to him exploding upon what was happening. Most of the other people who were in the bar had left already, by their own means or for some strange reason they simply disappeared from the room, as though through the form of a invisible teleportation. The guard would embody his shield with some of his Templar dispelling abilities, readying it for what was to come.
Considering the Magic user was attempting to show movement with a Mage Hand, as soon as the shield would collide with the Firery orb the guard would thrust his body forward, his right arm releasing as he then slid his arm through the straps, his left arm letting go of the strap when needed. as the visible image of the orb would suddenly seem to indent before being forced through the door out into the oncoming rain. Although only as the rain began to fall the ball of flame would disperse, thanks to the Dispelling touch of the Guardsman, He would then shake his head violently, as though to rid himself of his current temper. "Bloody Spell fingers... Can't stand them..." He scorned, using a rather tame childish name for the group as he would raise his head, his eyes gazing through the full helm as he saw the two people standing nearby.
Both of them obviously being Drow, He would hold his shield firmly as he awaited to see what these two might do. Of course he can't yet tell if they were in fact users of magic, He didn't use his ability to sense magic after all. He look around the streets, uncertain as to the source as he would wait for his comrades to emerge from the flamed doorway.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:52 pm
Guardsmen
Disruptive Priest
Distinguished
The fat priest would stand around, watching people leave, some acting strange and some being rather normal...He dis-liked both methods, why couldn't someone try to start a fight with him! After a while the fat guard would start to get really bored, tapping his foot and wishing people would hurry up, then it happened, a loud noise which blasted the fat Clerics helmet off! He would turn to the door, which was now ablaze with magic fire "Now your talking!" The fat Guard would place his hands into the front of his trousers before pulling them nice and high, he would then roll up his sleeves and un-do the few buttons which were at the top of his shirt. By the time he had done all of this the Righteous guard would run and smash his way though the fireball which used to cover the doorway... The fat guard would suddenly sulk before jogging out of the now clear door way.
Longshot Slacker
Distinguished
The Elf would lean against the wall nearest to the door, watching people leave...One...Two...Three... "Yawn, All this counting is making me tired" With his bow resting in his left arm and his right arm empty he would look around the room, noticing a few people who were taking there time and just as he went to open his mouth a massive explosion would nearly make him fall over forwards. He would land on his knees and hands, dropping his bow, he was un-hurt but now much more awake. The Lazy Elf would suddenly rush to his feet, picking up his bow and looking towards the door, then towards his fellow comrades, they wereb oth getting ready to clear the doorway...So the lazy Elf would relax once again as he waited for one of them to deal with it.
The fat guard would walk outside and see the Righteous Guard standing tall with the nearby people watching him after his heroic effort...Pathetic attention seeker. So the Fat guard would spend no time in casting a quick spell, with a rushed pray to the God of Gluttony he would burst out in a large aura of energy. Suddenly the two Drow nearby, the Righteous Guard and the Cleric himself would start to glow a bright orange color, this was the Clerics sense magic "Oi! you two! Stop in the name of Riverrun....Or I'll smash yer faces in!" The Fat Cleric would point just to make himself clear on who he meant, the two Drow both were surrounded in magical energy.
The lazy Elf would make his way outside, his bow knocked with an arrow and his eyes keen. As he made his way outside he would notice that the other guards were both glowing, he knew this was the Cleric sense magic spell as they have worked together for a long time and only recently got a third guard to travel with them. The lazy Elf would quickly point his arrow at the female Drow and pull his bow tight, he wouldn't say a word but he would keep his eyes and bow locked upon her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:44 pm
Irra looked at the guard who burst though the down, behind his flame sphere. Such an act could have hurt that man. It would have made for a good laugh if it had happened, but right now he could not act as such, but merely shook his head at the action. He let go of MiaDuluce, stepping form her just as a second guard burst through the door. A cleric, a human at that. Such a weak being, but even the weak could point him out with the right spell. He would have to talk his way out of this, and it would require a very tender touch. He smiled, starting to move t'wards them before being yelled at and pointed to.
He smiled, stopping after another footstep. He held up his hands, remaining calm and careful. "My pardon sir, I believe you are suspecting something that is incorrect." He smiled, watching the large man, keeping all bad thoughts off his head. He watched the man carefully, unmoving. "Your friend there, the one intent on hurting himself by running into fire. He isn't burned, is he?" The drow stepped forward one step, smiling. "I don't know much about healing magic, but I am fair at mending a wound so it won't get worse."
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 7:44 am
Guardsmen
Disruptive Priest
Distinguished
The Fat Guard would allow the Spell caster to approach them, his hand still pointed at the Drow which he didn't trust. The Drow would then seem like he was trying to help and was then nice enough to them...The Fat Cleric was no suspecting the Drow even more, a Drow who was nice, Bah! he heard better stories from his mother. Then the Drow would then approach the Rightous Guard and offer to heal him "Drow, I am a Cleric of the church of Gluttony, if anyone needs healing I'll do it" the Fat Cleric would then place his hands onto his own chest and Pray to the God of Gluttony quickly "God of Gluttony give me the Ability to be that slightly more selfish and an a*****e" The Cleric would then glow brightly thanks to his sense magic and he would look back towards the Drow and speak once again "So did you cast that Fireball spell which burnt the doorway?" The Cleric would then cross his arms and stare into the Eyes of the Drow, staring him down.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 4:28 pm
 There Kira sat a bit by the corner of the bar on the outside. They had a few tables on the outside for when people wanted to drink and enjoy the fresh air at the same time or for when it got a bit to much to be inside. A few of the tables have been turned over and chairs broken due to the small havoc that was being caused at the moment. Kira sat there stirring his tea while one hand placed on his face and the elbow resting on the table. Stirring his tea he watched with a great grin on his face. He loved the scene. "How extravagent, I assume the city is run under sheer stupidity." The man said to himself as he scoffed, Wondering how this would play out, But as well it seemed he was reading more into something else. He was definetley a noticible character, Not only was he sitting so happily and calmly outside the evacuated bar, his clothing was definetley different as well. Dressed in all white with a single red sash around his belt in which held his blade he watched the drama. A voice now that only he could hear was heard within his head. "Lord Kira why are we watching this, it is so boring, Why don't we go and destory something! Some houses! A neighborhood! What the hell is this crap?!" Kira continued to look foward at the commotion but began to speak aloud as if back to the voice. "Show some class Tsuru, Always trying to draw in ugly attention, I am to good for that, After all our years together one would think you would have knew me better than that by now." It seemed Kira continued to stir the tea maybe with no intent of ever drinking it at this point. "Ugh Kira at this point I don't think ANYONE knows you! So many years of living and yet still a walking mystery to the world, What a life!" Kira chuckled very very softly almost as if it were only a supressed cough and the tea stirring continued.
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Posted: Fri Jul 02, 2010 5:00 pm
 MiaDulce Marie Angel "Dulce"Theme Song I can do anythingIt had all happened so quick and when she realized what was going on there were two guards around them. Son of a B****! This idiot got the both of them in trouble. She looked at Irradinstra as he approched the guards, she was right he was a moran. She took a few steps back, not to run, it wouldn't be wise for her to, plus she was injured. She just didn't want to be involved with Irradinstra stupidity, but she wanted to see how he would slip out of this.
She just sat on the ground and kept her mouth shut. She looked at the guards with her big yellow eyes, she was reading them, she was a bit scared. She then glared at Irradinstra, if he got her beaten to a plup she would beat the living out of him. She then searched through her knapsack. She took out a container and banages, sitting there quietly tending to her wounds with her herbal remedies.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 2:00 pm
Irradinstra felt the rain fall on his head, at he looked back at Madam MiaDulce. She was still under the impression it was him that cast the spell. Though she was correct, her proof was unsound. She was only basing it off his racial state. He would deal with her later. He could easily talk his way out of it. He then turned back to the guard, hands up still. His smile was kind and calm, mimicking his words that followed, "That spell was not a fire ball sir. It was a flaming sphere. Not something the divine casters often see, but it is normal for any of the arcane." He nodded off in the direction he and Madam MiaDeluce had been going. "My compainion and I were traveling that way when the spell was cast. I believe she is under the presumption that I cast it, but my spells as a sorcerer were learned in those that are more protective. I do believe I saw the one who cast the spell, he had cast it just as i gestured a laugh from a joke."
He pointed in the direction he was mentioning, being sure to point down an ally not to far off. He remained calm, convincing not only them, but himself it was true. "He ran down that way, but I can not tell you if he truly was the one to cast the spell. Spell casting is such an odd business. I am not of the grand level where I can pull such a feat as to tell where it is cast." He looked back to the warriors, looking at the guards with a calm composure. He felt his natural being and further training of the art of speech should put him above their ability to read him. "I would be completely willing to help apprehend them if it is needed."
He smiled a kind smile, filled with the offer to help. this was one he was use to practicing, and one drow often used to make them seem more like the lowly dark elves. "I believe my natural abilities would be a great asset to you for capturing the man who did this; however, I imagine him to be well beyond me to handle."
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 9:01 am
Guardsmen
Disruptive Priest
Distinguished
The Fat Cleric would stare into the Drow's eyes as he spoke, listening to everyone word closely. The Drow would notice that the Fat Cleric was getting angrier and angrier with everyone sentence he spoke, the Cleric would wait for the Drow to finish and by the end the Cleric was red with rage. The Cleric would then hold his fists up into a boxing stance and shout to the other guards "He's lying! Get him!...And watch out for his bloody spells!" The spell which the Cleric cast upon himself was a spell of 'Detect Lie' Everyone word that the Drow spoke was pure lie, he wasn't the nice public do-goodie that he was trying to pass off for. The Fat Cleric was no fool, being a Demon worshippers he knew about tricking people and he knew everyway to stop people from tricking him.
The Fat Cleric would start to mumble under his breath, once again praying to the God of Gluttony, by now the Drow would realize that this was the Clerics method of casting spells. The Cleric would quickly finish his pray and would suddenly push his fists towards the Drow, a Purple 'Kite' of magical energy would shoot from his fists. The spell would move quickly and if it hit the Drow it would suddenly pull his arms out to his side and force his feet together causing him to be suspended in the air. This pray was a 'Hold Person' spell which would stop the Drow from going any where, only if it hit of course.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:12 am
Irradinstra showed his fit of rage. He had been holding himself back for so long, these impudent people infuriated him. He should have put his protection up sooner, but it was to late. He let go the dropped spell resistance, casting off the hold person spell. Though this man was well above his ability to fight, he would require much more practice to break through a noble drows ability to push off a spell. Irra doubted this man could even catch a lesser drow with his abilities. Such weak humans. "You fail to see your situation! Be gone!" He through up his hands, casting out the darkness from withing, leaving all blind. His eyes caught the magical aura's of all around, though it was more difficult then normal due to the now magic filled area around them, but his ability to see magic was from birth, not gifted from training. He had many more years at it then this fool.
He quickly turned, darting away. He grabbed at the hand of Madam Miaduluce, dragging her to her feet and away. He would not stay there a moment longer. It would only hinder him further. "Hurry," his tone having quickly returned to it's kinder voice, "Someone is attempting to trick you further, and drag me down as well. I feel there is greater magic at work here then either of us can imagine." Irra pulled her from the darkness quickly, racing away from the scene. His movement would have easily left the guards stuck with 60 feet of blindness between himself and they, then another 30 feet of street followed by a turn into 15 feet of alleyway. He had only made this by running full steam, left with little ability to focus.
Behind him he had managed to cast mirror image, but it lacked sound, as simply seemed a figure, an outline of his look alike with magical energy running down the main street at full steam. It should be enough to at least catch the guards attention once they pulled free of his deeper darkness spell. 'This is getting to be a pain, I will ruin this city when I come to power.'
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 10:46 am
Guardsmen
Disruptive Priest
Distinguished
The Fat Cleric would be impressed that the Drow could even stop one of his spells, and he would show this by several curse words which quickly came out of his mouth once his spell was stopped. The Fat Cleric was fueled by rage, alcohol and the belief that the God of Gluttony will eat all that lives. The Cleric would then go blind, but he was no fool, this was the Drow's doing and the Cleric would quickly react, praying a very short pray to the God of Gluttony once again, this time he would cast Dispel, removing the Magical Darkness within seconds. The Fat Cleric would then see the Drow running away with the Women (If she decided to go without a fight anyway) And he would Growl as they were to fast for him tocatch but he would start to Jog after them with all his might, using his right hand to hold his trousers up and his left to reach for his hip flask. The Cleric would then start drinking the black liquid which flowed from the flask as he made chase.
Longshot Slacker
Distinguished
The Lazy Elf was getting more and more lazy as the day went on, he would lose attention and start to watch the clouds, at least that was until the Drow made an out burst of rage towards his comrade. The lazy Elf would quickly raise his bow up to shoot, but thenthe entire area would turn pitch black, magic wasn't his cup of tea so he would Elf the Fat Cleric handle it, then as the Darkness would vanish he would use his Eagle eyes to look in the distance to see the Drow and his Female friend running off in the distance, they had a head start...And believe or not the Lazy Elf did love a challenge. The Elf would then smile, his legs would tense with anticipation and then break out into an instant sprint, his feet would move so quick that they became a blur. The Elf would over take the Fat Cleric in seconds, whispering as he went by
"Come on Fatty..."
The Cleric would spill his black liquid down himself as he brought it away from his mouth for a few seconds just to reply with
"F**k off!"
The Elf would smile and see the 'Drow' standing in the crowd, not moving or reacting in anyway, the Elf would dash right by the Image with out giving it a second glance, The Elf had a passive ability which allowed him to know how many people are within a 20 feet radius of him, and no one was where the image stood. The Elf would then see the Drow and Female comrade turn down an alleyway. The Fat Cleric was far behind and the Elf would try to deal with this himself. The Elf would slide around the corner as he went down the alleyway, his bow knocked with an Arrow and his eye already aiming down the Alleyway. "Halt...Or I shall shoot" The Elf wasn't even tired, not a sweat on his brow, so he would aim towards the Male Drow, the women seemed to be less than dangerous to them.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 11:30 am
Kenta at this time was oblivious to the world he walked into the tavern at a hurried pace. He looked around quickly almost not seeing anything around him until he found the bartender. He quickly rushed over to him. "I need some water please. It's urgent."
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 11:57 am
Guardsman,
Valiant Protector,
Insignificant.
((Yeah Kenta, its raining xD sorry I should of mentioned that.))
The guardsman would keep his shield tightly in hold as he watched things fold out, he would suddenly hear a voice from behind them, he turned to see what looked like a travelling swordsman. The rain continued to pour down upon their heads, he could hear the rain pattering against the top of his full helm. It seemed the tables were under the taverns canapés so the traveller was still dry, for the moment it seemed. The guard took note of the sudden darkness and light again, as he looked back to his comrade, he saw the Elf rush right past the Cleric as he would raise his hand towards the Cleric. He knew he himself couldn't be much help, more numbers simply hinder in small area's, so he casted the Spell "Haste" upon his Fat Comrade, this would allow him to run at twice his normal speed, it probably wouldn't match the elf, but it would certainly allow him to keep up more then he was.
His hand lowered after the glow of the spell left his gauntlet, he would then look back towards the Traveller, eyes peering through the slit of his helm. He heard the man's words, but yet couldn't tell if they were aimed towards the situation at hand, or if he was simply another madman of the streets. "I'm sorry sir, you can't stay here, we must evacuate to be ready for the clean up." He suddenly saw a man try and rush past into the tavern (GC's character) The guard quickly leapt in front of the man and outstretched his arm infront of him, preventing him entry. "I'm Sorry sir, this tavern is currently closed. May I help you at all?" Things were always like this it seemed, those two who were much more well trained then the Templar, rushing off to catch the problem while he stayed and made sure the mess was dealt with, he could see why they were teamed up. He awaited the response from the men, hoping there'd be no problems.
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