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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:55 am
::Within the desert in a far off planet a fight between the natives is coming to an end. A small group of Linda's tribe were going through their normal evening patrols when members of Zod's tribe came upon them. Seeking blood and vengeance that neither tribe knew the reason for anymore. The reason behind their war forgotten and only the need for each others blood flows through them now.::
::Members of his clan lay dead around him, his close friends, Remy can't help but let out a cry of rage. He runs at Chris, even as Chris kill slays yet another of his tribesmen. The face that he himself had killed just as many as their tribe doesn't seem to cross his mind as his sword hits Chris'.::
::In the near distance Jo Nah and Inque are clashing their swords when the ground beneath them rumbles. It falls out from under them, sending them sliding down into the deep caverns below the desert mountain the once stood. All light vanishes from site as they crash through the curving tunnel. Jo Nah feels a sharp pain in his arm as they soon find the end of the long tunnel leading beneath the ground. His arm is broken.::
::Remy and Chris stop fighting as they see their tribe mates disappear through the ground! They stare at each other pausing. Chris' mind goes to the tracking device he know's Remy holds to locate his tribe mate.::
: biggrin eep below the ground the two realize that their weapons have been misplace along the way. Beaten and bruised from the fall, they now know they need to make a choice. Work with their hated enemy to get out of the Caves of Death or to finish it there and then.::
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 8:53 pm
Inque struggles to her feet, bruised, battered, and wobbly from the fall. She can hear her opponent following suit, groaning and wincing from his own injuries. It is an awkward albeit intense moment between the pair as they stare each other down.
Inque notices her enemy's broken arm, knowing it would make him vulnerable to attack.
Unfortunately, that's when she notices her own injury. A fierce and deep cut along her thigh, blood slowly dripping from the wound. She was barely able to stand, let alone fight to her fullest.
As far as she could see, there were only 2 options opened to her: work with her sworn enemy and survive to fight another day...or die trying to bring honor to her tribe.
Inque could only stare at the warrior, wondering what was going through his mind...and keeping her guard up in case he tried anything.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 3:40 pm
Chris blinked his eyes and stared at the hole swallowed Inque. One minute she had been there, gloriously battling against their hated enemy and now...
Inque...
Chris rounded on Remy grabbed at him.
The woman I intended to make my wife just disappeared down that Gods forsaken hole with your tribemate. I can see that tracking device on your belt. Give it to me and I will let you live.
Letting a hated enemy go went against every fiber of his being but Chris would do anything for the woman he loved.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:57 pm
Remy remained calm, a manner of imposing indifference he could be known for at times amongst his own tribe. He slowly pulled his gaze from where Jo Nah had vanished through the large sink hole in the ground, to find Powell's eyes on him -- or rather, his tracking device.
Remy smiled, despite himself. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm afraid that I am disinclined to acquiesce to your request."
He chuckled at the expression on Powell's face and added, "It means no."
He winked and turned his back. "Perhaps had she been better looking, but my clan-mate means far more to me than any one who would settle to be your wife."
And he headed for the hole himself.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 7:59 pm
Thanks for reminding me why I hate your elitist tribe.
Chris pulls a dagger from his belt and tosses it at Remy's back before tightening the grip on his sword and bolting towards the hole.
Hold on, Inque...
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 2:02 pm
His hearing was accute, and as such, Remy heard the dagger being pulled from Powell's belt and he spun around in time to catch the tossed blade by the hilt.
A hair's span from his face.
Remy frowned and gave his clan rival a most distasteful look.
"Elitist though I may be, but I'm man enough not to wait for a man to turn his back before I strike!" He spat.
Remy then stood poised to throw the knie back, when he took a better admiring look at it and instead deposited it in his own belt. He smiled at Powell.
"Tossed at me, it's mine."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 4:50 pm
Whatever gets the job done, shutta!
Chris leaps into the hole and begins skidding down a mound of dirt amd rocks into the dark.
Almost there, Inque...
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 10:31 am
Remy sneered and pounced up to the edge of the hole's border where Powell had just dropped, and he swiftly removed the knotted whip from his belt and gave it a hard lash down into the hole, right around Powell's neck!
Teeth clenched, Remy tugged hard to ensure the whip's cord tightened around his enemy's throat...
'Now if you think you're going to murder my kinsmen without retribution..."
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 2:17 pm
Jo's eyes fluttered open and he hacked dust and dirt from his lungs. The stabbing pain in his arm joined the other raging injuries on his body, and his mind became aware of its surroundings.
"Hells below...."
Jo swore. This had to be the Caves of Death. It wasn't a poetic name...it was his final resting place. He would never see light again. He rolled over and waited for death....
...except it didn't come. Just more pain and blood loss. Raising his head up, he saw that someone else had fallen down with him.
"You! Hey, you!"
He called out. It wasn't a memorable battle cry or an invitation for fighting. Jo just wondered if the other person was already dead.
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