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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:01 pm
Finally, after days of traveling by foot, the woods break. Before Menarus, the harsh, unfertile, barren deserts of Aekea.
"Seems this is where everything begins... The forest had told me this much of the thief’s passage... however, they cannot say any further. Let us see where you have gone with my precious... won't we?"
The undead warlock seemed to giggle with glee as he continued ranting to himself in some unknown forgotten language, as he so often did. Little could be seen of the pale, 5’8’, corpse-like mage; most of his features shrouded by his steel-grey cloak, black gloves with red laced fingers, red scarf that hid his face from the nose down, red laced black leather boots, and red stripped vest.
((Kinda crappeh description there.. but I’m tired XD))
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:08 pm
The winds cut through the arid dry air bringing with it clouds of dust that obscured the visage of the small town of Sea Drack. Ages ago when the town was a healthy mercantile stopover, that was before the seas had dried up for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with legends that filtered from the east about magic users and their hidden jungles. But that was neither here nor there.
The remains of the town had turned into a crossroads of sorts. No longer the large town it was, it was still a fair sized city. Ruins dotted the furthest reaches, but its core was still bustling and active. From the rise where Menarus stood, he could see the people below. Most of them were in the market, but several were making their way to the various taverns.
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:16 pm
Stepping closer to the edge, to cast a better view, the warlock observed those below him.
"Ah... yes... the only town for quite some area of here... Surely the fool must have stopped there to rest himself... rest... is just what I have intended for him, eternal... rest."
Squealing with excitement of the kill that was sure to come, the warlock set forth towards the village with great haste. Thinking to himself, he began to take even more delight in the way by which he'd kill the b*****d. "Yes yes... Even though he has the book, the fool obviously doesn't know how to use it... yes... first I'll take the book from him.. than perhaps beat his head in with it... watch him scrabble around a bit... oh yesss I'll control his skeleton from within.. causing it to rip through his flesh from the inside... and when he screams I'll put an alchemical bomb in his mouth... yess yesss and if he survives... I'll boil him in a pit of his own blood and feed it to the demons!" Menarus began clapping his hands to the beat of his own vigor as he arrived in the town.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:23 pm
A huge gust of wind marked the upcoming of a sandstorm, common for this time of day, and the biting sand would not be good for Menarus's undead flesh. The Market was still running, being shielded thanks to the shape of the city, but many of its customers went running to their shelters.
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:29 pm
The strong gust obviously stirred Menarus attention as he attempted to burry himself further in his concealing clothing.
"Blast... If only I had the book... this wouldn’t be an issue..."
Thinking quickly, Menarus ducked into a near by tavern. His abrupt appearance stirred some fowl looks his way, all of which cheered him up after the sandstorm, "Perhaps there will be some death..." he thought to himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:36 pm
The ceiling was low and smoke from the lamps and tobacco. A few people turned and looked at the new person walking in. A few even recognized him for what he was, but many of them just ignored him. The bartender nodded at the man and then slid over to the end of the bar.
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:44 pm
Slowly, but casually, Menarus made his way over towards where the bartender had gone. Approaching him, the warlock's yellowish eyes searched the man's form.
"You wouldn't know of any thieves common to this area, would you? I imagine... they'd stop by in these taverns... surely you've witnessed a few. So tell me... have you seen any of them carrying a screaming book bound with flesh?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:50 pm
"Thieves eh?" The portly man said as he scratched his beard and sat down the rag he had been carrying. "We get thieves in here all the time. Can't say as I recognize the sound of tha' book lest it be something horrible from the legends. Legends like tha' don't exist though."
The bartender turned and picked up a glass, setting it over next to another patron by the bar.
"Your best bet would be seekin' out the theives' guild in town. They have a coupla boys come in everyday. Bout an hour from now usually. But if'n there's been a thief come through, they'd have to check in with the guild."
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:53 pm
Hmmm... Menarus's hand found its way upon his shrouded chin, pondering the thought for a moment.
"Thieves guild... hour you say? Than I shall wait here..."
At the bar Menarus took a seat, his back turned towards the bartender, facing the entry way as he waited.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 8:58 pm
The Bartender shot him a look when his back was to him and in his head he just thought "bloody freeloader tourist" before going back to the paying customers.
In the time Menarus waited, a great deal of people flooded through the door. In the crowd any one of them could have belonged to the Thieves' Guild. It was an hour and a half before two members of the crowd from each side of the room made themselves known. One of them approached the bar and dropped a slip of paper while picking up some ale from the Bartender. He left without speaking to Menarus, but the message was clear.
The paper slip read "The Back room. Ten minutes"
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:02 pm
"A trap perhaps... but what threat do peasants offer to one such as myself?" Menarus thought to himself upon viewing the slip. Rising from his seat, his hand drifted behind himself, leaving some gold coins upon the counter for the bartender, of course they weren't real, merely stones appearing as gold from his alchemist abilities, but the bartender wouldn't realize that for a while. Setting forward, Menarus made his way to this "back room".
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:08 pm
As soon as Menarus slid through the doorway, the door slammed behind him, with one of the thieves locking it and giving him a grave look. The other thief stood over to the side and shot a look at Menarus.
"Undead. By the looks of you, probably a magic user.... and from the feel of you, you aren't getting any stronger."
The Thief Mage pushed off the wall and walked over to the table in the middle of the room and pulled the seat out for Menarus, turning his back to the warlock. Despite looking like he was wearing only a vest, there was mythril chain woven beneath it. The bangle he wore on his glove jangled as he turned again and sat.
"Frederis tells me that you are inquiring over a thief. More importantly, you are asking after what could be stolen goods. What would be the benefit to the Thieves' Guild to help you?"
This speech was delivered completely matter of factly. There was no solicitation in the voice, just inquiry. Strictly business, the thief mage was.
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:12 pm
Menarus made his way over to the table quickly, but did not sit, instead throwing his hands down on it leaning over. Although only his dead yellow eyes could be seen, the seemed to gleam with a certain insanity and power that even the thief mage should have recognized.
"You see... I tend to leave villages destroyed in my wake... its a sort of bad habit really.. but I tend to be easily bored and when I am... well theres nothing like the scent of blood to keep my interests... so you see... should you aid me... your thieves could always tend to the left over valuables int he village... all of which I have no concerns of. Easy scavengings for the vultures such as yourselves..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:20 pm
A charmismatic smile broke out over the thief mage's face as he leaned back completely casually. He crossed his arms, one hand covertly snaking into his vest and extracting a small piece of parchment.
"That is a fair offer." The smile widened. "And you've just told us more about yourself and what you are looking for. By your offer, you've lost your item of power. You wouldn't need our help if you had it, and I can feel the power you possess. It's stable right now, but its borrowed. Your natural power level has been built on. The way you talk, you've had it long enough to develop a reputation."
The theif mage stood and non challantly paced back and forth in the room.
"So... that only means you could be one of a few individuals, but I'll let you tell us that if you feel like it. My name is Grayin."
He turned and bowed slightly to Menarus as a sort of acceptance of his offer.
"Do proceed"
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SS Chibi Vegeta Incarnate
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 9:26 pm
"Certainly you already know who I am... Grayin."
With a wave of his hand and an unseen smirk, Menarus returned the gesture in his own manor.
"Menarus Lamnia Sytari... And if you know me, than I'm certain you know of my artifact... one of the volumes of the Necronomicon... So tell me... can you thieves find the b*****d that took it? And quickly... I'm getting bored with the lack of death around here..."
Truth was that which Menarus spoke of his bored, unintentionally his hands appeared to be flaming with excess magical power; he wanted death and it was quite apparent.
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