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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 3:30 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( Retrieving the map from where it lie, the ends slightly curled upwards and the paper yellowed and torn, she turned from gnome to elf. Her violet eyes glanced towards each of theirs, but she did not directly look at either of them. She looked past them, into a world where all was well and nothing of the pervious sort had even happened. In that world, the man called Zairen did not leave her, he did not disappear that one cold night so long ago, but they were on the road once more... Exploring, wanderlusts they were. They would not let anything stop them; adverse enemies, barren landscape, drow stalkers, the light of day, nothing. Not a single thing could stop them from travelling the unmarked parts of the map, from putting foot in an ancient place that had not been inhabited for eons. Even, to travel to the mainland, and thrice around the world, all for the sake of just travelling. But, no. She came back to the concious world ad found that her eyes had fixed themselves on the spiky hair of the gnome. Her hands rushed up to her face in a flustered tense moment. Again, she just wanted to cry, but never would she dare break down in front of these near strangers. Her lungs filled with air as her hands fell away ever so slowly.
"I've been down that road once, twice before. On foot, with the supplies that we carry, it could take anywhere from half a day to a full one, depending on how well travelled the lot of you is." The professional edge guarded her voice carefully. Too carefully, her melodious voice constantly wavered and tripped over its own notes. She paused for a second to gather her thoughts more carefully.
"Robbers are never much of a problem along that road, it's just the Drek Plains. Too wide an area to not be spotted. One problem with the plains, though, is the sheer amount of prickly grasses and sharp-toothed rodents. They're not hard to take care of when spotted, but they can hide rather easily. And, the grasses... You must wear long pants and a long sleeved shirt, preferably from a heavier material. The gashes you can get from these plants are eye defying. Bad side to the heavy clothing, it can get rather hot. Water must be carried, for its a plain, half a desert. But, it's either risk bleeding to death or waste away from heat exhaustion. 'less we wait 'till evening to depart. Less heat, more monsters. It's a careful business, knowing when it's best to leave... I say we leave now. The clouds are gathering, so there maybe some fleeting shade. I'd rather deal with the heat than the monsters that come up to feed at night... But that's just me."
She eyed the two the best she could without losing her concentration to the world that didn't exist. Realizing that it would be futile, she busied herself with filling up her canteens with clear water.
"Last change to be a camel, because not matter what you say, we're leaving now." she stated, trying to sound hardened and halfway alright with the world. She was failing horribly. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 4:01 pm
Diana blinked over at the gnome as she moved over to her bag again and she placed the crystal back in the little bag and then into the larger back. She checked out her stuff, and then she seemed to zone out after the little talk about the plants and animals. She had placed a small spell on her clothing, it would look like a thin lace formed along her legs, arms and stomach. But it was a misty look... the 'misty lace' was the same as a heavey pair of pants, but the elf wouldn't hear of issues with the heat. She did though get water, and then she glanced around some.
She wasn't to skilled with anything to hand to hand, so she was going to have to stay even more alert then the other two, because she relied on her magic to keep her self, but it some kind of rodent came after her, she wasn't able to pull out a dagger and stab it, she has to chant quickly, to rid of her threat.
But with the way the other two seemed the ordering would be the drow, then her, and then the gnome, being of shorter stature she was sure he was slower.
"Ray..." she spoke she was sure that was her name. "On the way there, would you mind telling me about the place? depending on it if has any kind of barrier.. I can probably get in, and get him... shouldn't take more then 15 minutes.." She told her, as she packed up her water.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 1:49 am
After the drow's speech of the plains the gnome saw only a hell-whole waiting to gobble him up. The grasses of plains usually grew to the hips of most humans, which is high enough to hide all but the tallest gnomes, and though that would give him plenty of cover if attacked, that also meant that the grass could cut at his face.
Wanting nothing of blood loss, Beezlebum began thinking of a way to protect his face, given the short span of time he had. A shop was out of the question, no time to go, and he doubted the elf could maintain two spells for an intire day [and Beezlebum had no love for the arcanic arts anyway].
Snapping his fingers and smiling to himself, he turned to his bed, the bed of cotton-cloth and hay (only the finest for paying costomers), the sheets of a softer cloth, and the covers made of furs. It occured to the gnome that he had payed a large amount for the room and only used it for a few hours, so it was only fair that he get the remaining 24-hours of pay out of the room before he left.
Setting down his pack, the gnome ripped a few strips of the softer sheets [to be makeshift bandages, no sense using his potions on minor cuts], and he also tore a large section of the fur covers so that he would have something to cover his face and hands with. All of these things he stuffed in his pack with his tent, then he rusled up the bed, making quite a mess of the covers.
"Let the innkeeper think," the gnome thought, "that I was simply messy, and he won't see the holes I made untill well after we have left town."
The gnome resettled his pack and decided he wanted to make a pitstop downstairs at the bar; the womyn wanted water, but he prefered ale, plus he needed some extra bottles to put potions in.
"Meet you two downstairs," he said, waving one hand in the air as he headed towards the door. "It's too early for anyone to be downstairs, so I'm going to help myself to some ale, it's only fair after all the money I put into this room. Do try to be quick, and I wont be long either. Lets hurry and find Leon, the longer he's alone the more likely he is dead; he's suicidal, ya' know?"
The gnome hurried downstairs and unpacked his bag behind the counter. He took bottles of all shapes and colours and wrapped them individually in his cover, spare clothes, and newly acquired cloth and fur so that the bottles wouldn't knock against each other and break, which is an odd thought. Why would a bottle knock on another? Usually knocking is done to enter a room with people in it, and there are no people in liqour bottles, at least none the gnome knew of, and besides that, no human has ever knocked on a bottle before. It really was quite inconsiderate that bottles knocked on each other, but the furs solved that, so it wasn't worth wasting time to think about.
He placed all his now-fuzzy-ale in his tent sheet, which turned into a make-shift bag, tied with the rope needed to pitch the tent. Placing the bag over his shoulder, the gnome was now completely ready to leave, if only the two womyn were.
"It's a shame," he thought, "that I don't know where we are going or I would have left them already."
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 12:49 pm
A large man walked out into the courtyard in front of Leon. The man's attire is full plated royal armor with a phoenix feather sticking out the top of the steel feathered helmet. It appeared to be a royal paladin of some kind or rather a man dressed as one. "Slave, I'm Paladin Rye'chek and leader of this encampment. I observed your fight with one of the more experienced slave fighters here. My organization is always looking for strong and able warriors to rid this world of the SCUM that pledges us all." This man spoke very much like a high ranking general of an army with a sourthern Texas asscent as well. So the man proceeded to talk to Leon with the sun shine bursting from the silvery steel armor brightly. "You will be clothed, fed, and trained in the art of combat and survival. You will learn to eat, chew, spit, walk, and die like one of my soldiers. Don't be confused with your status as a slave. It's necessary for the cause I'm trying to achieve in this world. Monsters plague our lands and destroy people's lives. With your superior talents, abilities, and skills, it will ensure that more victories are given to us so that we can drive back this mence and restore peace and order on this floating dirt ball of an island. So you will be assigned basic commissioned armor and weaponary of a low class private soldier and you will go through basic and advanced combat and survival training. You will pass these tests and become an officier. That's all I have to say to you at this point." Leon didn't even look up at the armored man as he turned around and walked away. His two guard escorts followed him to as they went back inside.
A heavy sign of relieve came to him as one of the other slaves, about his size, walked up to him with hands balled into fists. "What the hell makes you so damn special? Some of us have been here for years and you get such a fancy offer from the big boss himself? Get your a** out here and lets settle this. I'm not going to standby and watch some punk piece of trash newcomer take my position next to the general!" Leon calmly set his drink down on the bench and stood up walking out in the courtyard. The armored man Leon talked to was walking inside above the courtyard on a bridge but stopped to watch Leon fight again. "So you want to die right? I'll make you eat your last words" Prison never made Leon feel the same -- since he's an ex-criminal brought up to be a holy monk.
As the two fighters positioned themselves into their attack stances, Leon's position was rather odd considering his arms were moved out to the sides of the body with knees pointing away from the body while the feet stood close together -- Leon's legs were bent from this position. With the opponent rushing Leon, the arms of the monk moved in front of him and then at his right side where the right hand positioned above the left one with fingers curled into claws. The tattoos on Leon's body flared up a sickening dark green with eyes widening in the intense energy rush. Wind swirled around him at this time with his opponent cancelling his attack and standing there in confusion. This attack was one of Leon's most powerful attacks that he used before and this attack will be very devastating against nearly anything. As the energy gathers between the palms quickly, the general yells out at Leon to cancel the attack.
After the attack is cancelled, the general requests an audience with his 'new soldier.' However, Leon has no plans of becoming a soldier for the man, but the catch is, he will banish the world of evil anyway since that's part of his job as a spiritual monk. In the quarters of the armored Paladin, the man requests that Leon sits at the table in the middle of the room. So naturally Leon shows the man some respect by sitting. "Slave, what's your name?" The question seemed hardly worth of noting or even asking since the information would probably be forgotten before the end of the week. "Leon Rad'kur, sir." As the paladin turned around from his cabinet, the man had two drinks in his hand and sat across the table from Leon. "Leon, you have one amazing gift. To conjure the power of spiritual energy into the palms of your hands and release it against someone. That attack that you used, it must have been a pretty powerful attack and as much as I'd love to admit, I really not wish to rebuild a part of my encampment. So tell me where you're from. It might explain a few things to me about yourself." Another worthless piece of information Leon would be giving out to someone like this man. Why is the question Leon wants to ask, but it would seem disrespectful at this time. "I'm an ex-criminal brought up from a far away land as a spiritual monk. I've been cursed with a strain of Werewolf Lycanthrope. I have three friends that I've seperated from myself from my own will to figure out if my cursed life is better or worse without them. I still haven't figured that out. Also, I'd like to make this clear with you. I have no plans, by any means, of becoming one of your soldiers. However, the catch to this is that my sole job as a spiritual monk is to destroy evil where ever I go and by any means necessary to do so."
The two of them would talk for several hours after that and they exchanged ideals of commanding positions as well as how to run the encampment so it didn't look so much like a slave camp. People don't look fondly upon those that enslave others for their cause, but it's a good method to use in order to expand their rankings and numbers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 1:13 pm
(( sorry guys... I've been having some issues, that have sorta kept me from rping. I'll try and get a post up, asap ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 22, 2006 9:44 pm
[Mephistophelian Sociopath and myself are going on vacation for the next week. We'll be back on Saturday, so try not to do much until then. (not that anything was happening anyway)]
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 10:21 am
( you don't have to be bitter about it -_-; people's real lives happen, so thingsget slowed down. )
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 1:13 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( ((Yeah, seriously, Mr. Gnome. I'm not on the computer 24/7 and sometimes I get really (I mean really as in death defyingly so) sick of RPing. Like right now. But, since its in red and so large and out there and it's making me feel bad for starting this RP, I'll pull something out of my tired a** and post for all to read. -bows- Enjoy my sleepy post-ation. -lordyoubetterenjoyit- And I hate one-liners. Never again do I want to see one-liners in my RP. -ALEX- >.<))
Everyone goes through a particularly rough time at some point in their existance. That is one of life's little givens. Resembling death and taxes, everyone is thrown down to the rotting earth and forced to inhale the barly breathable air for hours, days without avail. Driven to emotional extremes in sometimes a metter of seconds. Fortunatly for Ray, she had mangaed to escape taxes on this surface world, but that sure as hell didn't exempt her from the pains of knowing that the one she loved so dearly was alive and that he had, yes indeed he had, walked away from her without one word or sign leaving. It left her to think he was dead, killed by the band of orcs that past through that morning. It was an odd feeling to have your heart crushed by the knowledge that the one you loved, the only one you could ever hold close, left you. Without a word. No letter, no trail. No goodbye pet of the head. Not even a shout of 'I hate you!'. Just gone. And now back. But still not alive to her. It made her head hurt as though something sharp was driven through her frontal lobe three horrible times. But, she still stood. Somehow, still breathing in short, raspy breaths that send shivering needles up and down her weakening spine. She desended the stairs to the tavern where the gnome was with careful feet, aware that they may buckle at any given moment. Her grace was gone, the sparkle in her rogue eyes dulled yet she tried to smile for the sake of the two people who still stood by her in some fashion. It was harder that she expected.
"I am sorry that I take so long. The preparations... Must be intact and such like that... Poor excuse on my part." she mummered, her eyes not daring to meet the gnomes.
"Shall we go?" she asked, her body already out the same door that Zairen had left. Another rain of daggers caressed her spine at the thought.
Luckily for the travelling trio, there were random spurts of dirt roads near the tall, skin eating grasses but only for short spans of distance. The longest one totaled to about forty yards of relief before it dove into the hellish plain grasses again. The majority of the animals were the smart kinds, intelligent enough to register that one member of the party was drow and another carried combustible vials in his pack. Such vials and a dry plain would not make for a good day for any of the critters... With that same thought in mind, Ray made sure that the gnome satyed withen her sight. He was a jumpy one and she didn't trust him with that sort of power near his twitchy fingers. One fire potion and the entire place would go up in flames, Even with a back-up potion to quench a fire, the heat would spread too quickly for even a water mage to properly control. Through frequent water breaks, Ray found that her water supply was running quite low, though the sun had just barely nicked the peak of the sky. She sighed and resigned herself to silent dehydration. It was a fitting torture for letting the love of her life betray her so easily, how could she not have picked up on the signs... there must have been a reason, what did she do, did he find someone else, was it unrealted to her worries, was he really abducted, why didn't he saty wtih her, why did he kiss her? Before long, she crumpled to the ground from the lack of water. The sun was sinking quickly, much faster than she anticipated. But, oh well. The sinkhole that they sought was just over the hill. Diana could go and rescue the werewolf, just like she offered... Bartle could go along and keep watch over her, just in case... She clutched the remarkable stitch in her side and inhaled as slow as she could to minimize the unnoticed pain. Time flew when you dwelled on why's.
"Di... Come, listen to me. The fort, it is heavily guarded at all entrances. There are major entrances at all cardinal directions... I suggest that you steer clear of all four..."
She emptied the last few drops of water into her parched mouth.
"We are in luck though. See the sun, see how it is sinking rapidly? There is a trick to the sunlight of this island. Once the fattest part of the diameter of the sun meets with the horizon, the light flares up. The entrance in the west will be halfway blinded for a spell of about three minutes. That is your... Ow... Window. Three minutes you have to locate the gated drain nearest the west entrance, sneak past without a noise and you're in. The drain is not a very long tunnel. It comes up in a barred room. A spare key for exitting the room is hidden in the stone in the wall that is five stone to the direct left of the knob, six stones up. Dislodge, there's your ticket in. Guards patrol the halls. Listen carefully... For their feet..."
She paused again to catch her dwindling breath.
"I don't know where Leon is going to be exactly. I would guess the cells. Left in that hall, right into the first torch lit hall that you find, torch lit only... Third door down, never guarded. Don't need to, no one can escape the cells. They wouldn't want to. If he's not there, I can't say. I don't have a map, only my memory and I'm too fatigued to accompany you in your adventure. Parhaps, Bartle should join you...? I will rest here... Go quickly though. Your window fast approaches."
She looked up to the last hill that they needed to trek and to the sun in the west. It would be a lovely nap on her part... Filled with a swarm of annoying why's. ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:53 pm
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( ((Ghanim is going to be out for the remainder of this week. I hope he will be able to post on Monday, at the earliest, but just to let you guys know. Yeah.)) ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 6:27 pm
((A little tired, but at least I got a post in I guess. I've just been through a lot this past week. =/))
For the past few hours the enslaved fighters were sparring in the courtyard with Leon. Several fighters against Leon and the fighting has been going on for hours. The paladin that's standing on the bridge above the courtyard is observing Leon's graceful attacks and counterattacks. Leon's breathing started becoming very heavy while his fists and leg strikes connect and block with his assortment of opponents. It's natural to see even the best of warriors get hit once and a while --this was one of those times and Leon is one of those particular fighters.
A slip of Leon's left leg placement giving in, six of his opponents assaulted him brutally in hopes to take him down. With several of their kicks, fists, and elbows connecting, Leon's spiritual power burst around him in a shockwave of raw power. This shockwave of energy threw his attackers away from him and sent them flying into pillers, walls, cell bars, etc. A small bag was dropped down from above him that Rye'chek had. It contained water and a vile of blue liquad. "Leon, drink the water and the vile. You'll become fully healed for your next opponent." Rye'chek then walked across the bridge into the fort's interior. The same man, roughly twenty minutes later, could be seen entering the courtyard out of armor. Another interesting development.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:13 pm
Diana blinked ands he went to the drow when she called her. She listened carefully, and she glanced over at the gnome with the suggestion of taking him along. Was that a good idea? wasn't he a little slow? She's be able to get ehrself safe, and through walls fine, her magic can find Leon, but taking another person with her might be a little harder then she was willing to do right now. but if things did get a little hairy maybe having him wouldn;t be a to bad an idea...
When they got over that last hill, Diana looked around and spotted the west entrance. She smiled some over to the Drow, she hoped that she was okay, but she wouldn't say anything, since she already hadn't. She left her there, and headed toward the fort. She would just make it.. with the sun.
(( Should i wait for Alex or no? >.> ))
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2006 11:19 am
(-I'd [rather] be --paint--ing.+._.( ((Nah, I called him and he said that he'd just stay with Rayz.)) ){.+.`. th*e sunset with my own blo-=-od __.|]
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 7:59 am
( alright I'll post when I can probably later today. )
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