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Title: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 27, 2005, 06:12:22 AM
((OOC: This first post is a guiding post. It shows you what has happened to Nasty of late, and how she got to the Baron’s home. You can assume that your character has had a similar experience, especially as pertains to his/her personal effects. Your post will start as you enter the Baron’s throne room.))



“Oi there!” Shouts a guard, startling Nystacea “Nasty” Korlsdaughter awake as she lies on the floor of the cell which has been her home for the past few days. “Got a special treat for you! You’re to join the Baron for a party. Can you b’lieve that?” At this she sits up on her elbows, but the guard runs on, muttering to himself, “A scum like you, and you’re invited to a party. I never get invited to parties. I work here, day in, day out, no complaints, despite the trash I have to guard…” at this he aims a kick at her ribs. “Come on, up ya get, I ‘avent got all day!”

The guard takes her to a small, dark, windowless room. It contains a bench, upon which stands a small basin, an ewer of water, cloths, and soap. Also, to her surprise, Nasty finds the clothes she was wearing when she was dragged in here, laundered, and lying folded in a pile to one side of the basin. None of her other belongings are there, only her clothes. Later, after she has washed and changed, different guards retrieve her and take her to a walled yard with a windowless closed carriage. Curious, she puts up no resistance as the guards set her inside. Two of them sit with her in the carriage, and they travel for a few hours.

When the travel is over, Nasty alights into another walled courtyard. As the sun begins to set, the guards propel her through a plain door, into a building and down a number of what seem to be service corridors – small, plain, and grey, but reasonably well lit. At last they emerge into a main corridor. Its walls are a creamy golden colour, and the floors are paved in an off-white marble. Portraits peer disapprovingly down at her from their places. A set of large, ornately carved double doors swing open as they approach, and the guards toss her across the threshold as if into a jail cell. The doors are slammed shut from the inside by two tall, impressively armed and liveried guards who seem not to be city guards, but rather the personal guard of whoever is the owner of this house. They take up positions in front of the door and stare impassively past her into the room.

As she looks around the room, she sees that it is square in shape, high ceilinged, with walls and floors of the same colours and materials as the corridors outside. The doors through which she entered are in the middle of the wall in which they sit. The only windows are high up, letting in a few rays of the sunset, but not giving a view out. The majority of the light comes from small groups of candles in wall-mounted half-chandeliers. Red velvet drapes hang over small sections of wall at regular intervals, perhaps hiding columns, pehaps merely ornate. The tapestries and side tables which sit between these hold her attention for only moments, as she notices that opposite the doors, in front of a wall with more than its share of drapery, stands a dias. On this dias is a high chair, padded in plush gold, and carved in the same style as the doors. It resembles nothing so much as a throne.

Nystacea's eyes narrow. Why would a Duke need a throne? she wonders. She looks around the room again, this time taking note of its occupants. A few musicians sit in a group to one side of the dais playing quietly, and a small number of liveried servants stand by the walls holding platters of food and beverages, ready to serve guests. Hm, she thinks, surprised, but approvingly. It really is a party. Or at least it will be if anyone else arrives. She glances behind her, half-expecting the guards to have gone, but they are still there, staring stoically into the room over her head. Shrugging, she walks over to investigate the servants’ offerings and to await her fellow revellers. She selects a small fish tart and a goblet of wine. As she downs them both her stomach cries in joy. Well, she thinks. This is certainly better than that stinking jail!




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 8/27/05 0:46


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on August 27, 2005, 01:34:22 PM
It was turning out to be a fairly amusing, if slightlyannoying day.

The Ghost had awoken in a jail cell. It took a few seconds for him to realize where he was, although it mattered very little to him where he was. He was taken to the jail after one of his blackouts. He had been hobbling down the street, when he passed an Ahrhim elf. A FEMALE ahrhim elf. He started to think about his wife, and his vision clouded over. When he came out of it, the woman was dead, as were the two children she had been leading, as were two men who tried to stop him. All had their heads caved in, courtesy of the swordcane. He was immediately knocked unconcious from behind, and woke up in the cell.

A guard soon came for him and led him through a castle into a large throne room. The only other people were guards and a woman, a nasty woman by the looks of her.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost

Edited by: The Ghost  at: 8/27/05 5:40


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on August 28, 2005, 01:20:22 AM
Xaod sulked angrily as two guards led him to an unknown destination.

He had been on an assingment. His quarry was just around the corner, but before he had been able to execute his attack, he was knocked to the ground from the left, his blind side, where darkness over took him. When he awoke, he was in a dark, dank jail cell. There he stayed for three days, with no one but rats for company, and fed only stale bread and moldy cheese.
To his surprise, these two guards came to fetch him, declaring that he was invited to a party. When questioned, the guards told him it was the Baron's party. Xaod had no idea why he was being led there, but he didn't really have much choice. To his great dismay, his weapons were all gone when he awoke.

He had been left in a room to clean up, and change into his second pair of clothes. Xaod donned his iron gray shirt and black woolen pants, but kept his jet black cloak, and now wore the hood drawn up over his face.
The guards finnally left him inside a large ballroom, filled only with guards, a woman, a very pale elf, and a throne. Food was also present, and Xaod ached for some decent food. Striding over to it, he picked up several fruit pastries, devouring them like a starved wolf.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 29, 2005, 06:39:22 AM
Nasty stops with her fifth pastry half way to her mouth as the doors open again, and the ugliest elf she has ever seen enters the room. White hair, white skin, and blazing red eyes give off an impression of an otherworldly hate. She turns to face him, stuffing the pastry in her mouth as she does so. Chewing, she takes her goblet and walks toward the new arrival, eyeing him beadily. She is about to speak to the elf when another person enters.

He is cloaked and hooded, so she cannot quite make out his face - she assumes "he", as there is quite the set of broad shoulders on him. He heads straight for the food, and she would have laughed in appreciation of the sentiment had she not been staring directly into the red eyes of the ugly elf at the time. She resolves to inspect the lastest arrival soon, after she has figured out what this ghostly-looking thing is all about.

"Who are you?" she demands of the elf, staring at him warily, and keeping a distance of about three peds between them.




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 8/29/05 0:46


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on August 29, 2005, 09:28:22 AM
The nasty looking woman looks at The Ghost disparagingly and asks.

Who are you?

The Ghost looks at the arrogant woman and sneers.

The worst of your nightmares, He answers.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 29, 2005, 10:20:22 AM
At his answer, Nystacea's slight fear of the elf disappears and she has to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. Oh, no, not one of those! she thinks. His mien is somewhat frightening, having an eerie feel to him, but his answer reminds her of others she has met who have said similar things, and she sighs. Over-serious, hugely concieted and never any fun. Oh well.

"Yes, I suppose you are," she replies, a slight smile tugging at her red lips, "as my worst fear is boredom."

She turns away from the pallid creature, her red cloak flaring out behind her and makes to return to one of the servants standing by walls, hoping that the latest arrival hasn't eaten all the food.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on August 29, 2005, 08:48:22 PM
Rheine rested her head against the onyx-shaded stone behind her, her eyes staring dully at the ceiling. Another cell. Another feffing cell. She had spent more time behind bars than she had on the streets. Damnit. Why her, always? Could they not catch someone else, haul them off to jail, instead of shoving her inside when she was only stopping in town for a few days?

Then again. This was Marcogg. The place she had been banished from on pain of death. And she screwed up. Damn, she screwed up. And they were probably going to kill her now. If they even remembered. Street scum like her were thrown out along with any feffing reports on them, and after a few years... it had been at least 5 by now she reckoned... after a few years they never remember one even existed at all. So she had that to hope for. That this was just a run of the mill arrest, if she hit up a guard or two they might let her go, though more likely she'd spend a few days here and then be booted out of the feffing city.

Again.

Damnit. The caravan she had been travelling with had probably left by now. So she'd have to find someone else to travel with. If she even bothered feffing travelling at all. Where the kack was she supposed to feffing go? She'd been in several towns and cities now... just what the hell was she looking for?

She sighed. Nowhere, of course. She was just wandering for the sake of wandering. She had no purpose in life. No feffing reason to keep living. And yet she did. For whatever damn reason she didn't know. Scrounging up enough money to live off of by doing anyone that wanted a prostitute like her. And then using that money to buy kack like powdered Odea moss or ale instead of food. So then she'd have to work even more to get enough money to live off of. Least she could find places to stay in... for the most part.

When she wasn't in jail. Like now.

Sighing, she glanced down towards the bars of the cell. In the distance she could see the rotten wooden door leading into the corridors of the dungeon, back up to the city. The rusted metal ring sticking out of the handle was old enough to squeek a lot, and everytime one of the guards used it it squeeked like feffing mad.

Damnit.

She really hated jail.

She hated Marcogg.

She hated her life.

Her eyes continued to stare dully at the door, and, to her amazement, or lack of, it opened, a lone guard striding through. Probably just one of the patrols, coming in to check on, and more likely, make fun of, the prisoners in there. Rheine didn't give a kack now. She'd probably just let him if he started saying stuff to her, like it looked he was gonna do judging from the direction he was moving towards her cell. She rolled her eyes.

"Never a dull moment in jail..." she said sarcastically. Oh the irony. The only way it could get duller would be if the mice stopped scrounging around. She'd go mad if that last bit of life suddenly vanished, and the prison left her to rot in complete and utter boredom.

She watches as the guard approaches, staring at him without an emotion on her face. "You know, I'm really not in the feffing mood to here any of your drelldung today. Go bitch at someone el-" She was cut off as the guard ignored her rant and began to speak.

"Listen, whore. Just shut your damn mouth and let me speak, and I'll be feffing done with you. For some Ava knows why reason, the Baron wants to see you. Wants to see a few people from down here, funnily enough. No feffing idea why. Lucky you. I heard it's even gonna be a party. Now feffing get up. We'll get you dressed in your old clothes and then we'll send ya on your way and out of my damn jail. Okay?"

Rheine's eyes widen a bit as she stands. Party? Why the kack would *she* of all people be invited to a feffing party? "Meh. This Baron probably just wants a freebie or something, then right back I go..." she muttered to herself before pushing off the wall and moving towards the celldoor. With a loud squeek, it opened, and Rheine stepped out into the hallway, and began following the guard.

"Let's go have fun..." She said, with an aura of complete lack of enthusiasm that would put the dullest of monks to shame.

******

She was at the end of the main corridor now. Fancy palace, and she was being allowed to walk alone through it. Nothing she could really steal though, of course, but still. And even if she could, the two guards behind her would hardly be willing to just let her walk up and pluck something for keeps and run away with it. Then again, in this fancy-just-for-the-sake-of-showing-off-money hallway, it wasn't not like she could feffing run anywhere.

Sighing, she walked the last of the way towards the door, it flying open at her and hte guards' approach. "What a gentlema-" she began sarcastically, being interupted as the two guards behind her flung her forwards into the grand ball room, then turned and moved away, the doors shutting closed to bar them from anything more to do with Rheine and the massive room.

She growled, brushing off her arms, then peaked around the room. Food. Good food. That was the first thing she saw. She could examine the rest of the room later, perhaps for things to steal. But right now, she was going to make the best of her situation and partake of some of the exquisites while she still could. These kinds of situations were rare, and nobles tended to be quite loathe to hand over their food to a piece of street trash like her in those situations anyways.

With a brisk walk she began making her way towards some of the waiters with platters, looking down to examine herself as she walked. She snuck a finger in under the hem of the large top opening of her shirt, adjusting it down a little to allow a little bit more 'view'. Plus it tended to be a little more itchy when it snuck up a little on her chest, so that was another incentive to make sure it was a bit lower.

She checked down at her pants, too, sighing as she looked around at the few other people in the room. She was, quite obviously, the poorest person in the room. As usual.

She was also, quite obviously, the best looking person in the room, despite her tattered appearance. As usual.

She grinned to herself, straightening up a little bit as she continued walking towards some of the waiters with platters, hungrilly intent on grabbing as much of the fine food and wine as she could before whoever this Baron was showed up to speak.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 8/29/05 22:19


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on August 30, 2005, 07:02:22 AM
Xaod heard someone walk up near him, most likely to get some food, but he couldn't see them as they were on his blind side. Cursing his missing eye, Xaod rubbed the slanted ruby that took its place. Hearing the door open, Xaod realized that a fourth person must have entered. Turning, the assassain saw that the person nearby was the pale woman, and the newcomer was also a female.

Sighing heavily, Xaod grabbed a few more pastries and slid sideways a little, not wanting to be disturbed by this lot. Still wondering why he had been brought to this place, Xaod chewed on his pastry.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 30, 2005, 04:03:22 PM
Nasty snags a couple more pieces of food, and turns to investigate the hooded man just as a new woman is thrust into the room by her guards. The hooded man takes a few steps away, sighing loudly while the redhead approaches, as intent on the food as she herself had been.

Mentally putting her original target aside for later investigation, she looks over the  new arrival. Scantily clad, not well fed, and pretty, but in a childish way. I know that sort, thinks Nystacea. She's obviously a whore, but her looks are the sort that draw the worst type of customer. Probably a good fighter then... she looks over the woman's arms and exposed belly ...not much muscle though. Huh. Girls like that don't usually last long. Nasty narrows her eyes, intrigued. She decides to greet the girl-woman and size her up. She grabs a second goblet and thrusts it toward her.

"Here, you look thirsty."




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 8/30/05 21:53


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on August 31, 2005, 05:55:22 AM
Rheine glances at the pale woman as she hands her a goblet. She takes it in her hand cautiously, looking down at it and then back up at the woman. "Err, thanks." She took a sip, letting her eyes trail over the woman. Pale, long face, sharp face. Curly hair and red lips. She was alright looking, but the face seemed to be a bit too lengthy to be attractive, and the pale skin wasn't exactly the prettiest of features.

Rheine at first thought she was probably a waitress, but a second thought at looking at her clothes proved otherwise. Why the kack was she handing her something to drink then? Probably lonely and wanted to talk... and since Rheine had been rotting in a feffing jail cell for the past 5 days, she was willing to humour that.

"So, who are you?" she said as she took another sip.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 31, 2005, 06:09:22 AM
"They call me Nasty," she replies, a lazy smile at her nickname stretching her lips. She sips at her own goblet then returns the question, gazing at the girl-woman from under half-lowered lids. "You?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on August 31, 2005, 06:29:22 AM
"Rheine..." She looks around the room, finally taking in the various details of it. Aside from her and this 'Nasty'... whatever the hell kind of name that was... there were only two other guys besides the waiters and the guards. Not exactly much of a party. "Why the hell are we here anyways? This doesn't look like a feffing party to me, and if it was, then there's no way in hell I'd have been invited. Was just in the feffing cells."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on August 31, 2005, 06:47:22 AM
As Xaod chewed on a bit of pastry, he listened to the two females talk. Hearing the long-faced one call her self "Nasty" Xaod sniggered quietly. Upon hearing the red-haired girl say that she just got out of the cells, Xaod's interest is sparked. He was now confirmed that at least one other here was from the cells.

Turning to her, hood still casting a shadow over his face, Xaod inquires, You came from the cells too? Xaod was quite interested why he was here, and if all of these here were former prisoners, then this was a strange event indeed.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 31, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
"Me too," Nystacea replies, at the same time as the hooded man  asks "You came from the cells too?" A considering look passes over her face as she looks from Rheine to the man and back. "What..." she trails off, deciding that it would be pointless to ask what that means. Who would know? Instead she resorts to the old classic coversation starter, asking with a wry smile for the grandeur of the room: "So, what are you in for?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on August 31, 2005, 07:13:22 AM
Rheine looks at the hooded man as he approaches, squinting her face a little in disgust as she spots the ruby taking the place of one of his eyes. She looks down to her glass and then takes another sip. "Yeah, yeah I came from the cells. Seems like everyone here is feffing from 'em, then." She rolls her eyes, then glances at Nasty. "You asked the question, you answer it first. What were you in for?"

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 31, 2005, 07:26:22 AM
Nasty grimaces. "Just a little murder. I'm sure you know the story." she says to Rheine. "Rich client, gets violent, gets a dagger in the throat. I was only in for a day and a half. They washed my clothes for me too - " she gives a short bark of laughter " - the Marcogg Laundry Service. A fine change from their usual hospitality!"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on August 31, 2005, 07:57:22 AM
"I know the story? I've never killed a feffing client." She rolled her eyes at Nasty. "And you getting out after just a day for killing one means you got off feffing lucky. Some girls get the axe on the spot for that."

She took another sip of her goblet. "Anyways, I by every right shouldn't even @#%$ be here. Some goody-too-shoe guard decided that he didn't like whores, and just decided to throw me in." She snarled, then rubbed her eyes a little and glanced at the one-eyed wonder. "So what's your story, one-eyed Pete?"

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on August 31, 2005, 09:39:22 AM
Listening to the two women talk, Xaod feels slightly more comfortable, knowing he wasn't the only one to commit heavy crimes here. As the red-head asked him what he was in for, Xaod replied smoothly: Eh, somehow being an assassain gets you in trouble. After you start killing all the important people in the city, guards start gettin' tougher to avoid.

Slightly affronted by the disgusted look she shot him, Xaod decided to ignore it. He was after all quite good looking, despite his missing eye. The ruby gave him a satisfyingly sinister look.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 31, 2005, 09:17:22 AM
Nasty laughed again at Rheine's nickname for the hooded man, and then fell silent as she listened to him speak, catching a glint of red from under his hood as he moved. "Eh, somehow being an assassain gets you in trouble. After you start killing all the important people in the city, guards start gettin' tougher to avoid."

She laughs freely at the man's flippancy, whilst thinking, An assassin huh? She turns back to Rheine, responding to her comment. It had hurt her a little when the girl-woman had accused her of getting lucky, and so she replies a little harshly. "You're not the only one to lose friends to the axeman, girl. I've lost two that I know of, and probably more that I don't." Her voice lowers a little as she continues, "Girls disappear from one visit to a town to the next." she sighs. "Still, let's not dwell on the past. It doesn't become ones such as ourselves to think about all the wrongs the pigs do us - we do that we'd be throwing ourselves off a spire before morning." Dropping the topic, she turns to the assassin.

"So what about you, assassin? You have a name? Or do we just call you Pete?" she asks with a smirk. "And what kind of ugly are you hiding that you wear your hood up at a party?"  




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 8/31/05 1:23


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on August 31, 2005, 10:36:22 AM
The Ghost takes this time to go to the food tray. Dank water and moldy bread hardly help the digestive system, So the Ghost decided to grab a bite to eat.

The other three's conversation amused him. Each talking casually of the crimes they have commited, trying so hard to be nonchalant. The Ghost had killed more people than all three of these people combined have ever MET. Their puny accomplishments couldn't impress him.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on August 31, 2005, 10:36:22 AM
Xaod listened to Nasty and the red-head exchange somewhat testy remarks about losing friends to the axe. Xaod had also experienced this sort of thing, many of the assassains he had done jobs with had been captured and executed. You hear of alot of people going missing in the underground. But Xaod agreed with Nasty, no need to dwell on the past.

The assassain turned his head toward Nasty at her inquiry. "I must say it would be unwise to continue calling me Pete. I'd prefer being called  Xaod. Smiling lightly at her second inquiry, Xaod inclined his head. " Sorry, lady. It is merely a customary habit for me to keep my hood up, and I wasn't even sure this was a party. I of course seriously doubted that I would be invited to a party.

Lifting his gloved hands to his dark hood, Xaod cast the hood back, revealing his dark hair and beard. This also reveals his cold, icy blue eye, and his slanted, menacing ruby eye.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on August 31, 2005, 12:02:22 PM
Nystacea watches as the assassin called Xaod removes his hood. She eyes the newly revealed man, and is pleased with what she sees. A handsome face with tanned skin and dark hair, his features are clear if a little sharp. He would ordinarily have been rather handsome, with his black hair and blue eyes, but for the lack of one eye, the socket of which is filled with a large red stone.

Nasty cannot decide whether she find this revolting or attractive. As she contemplates this, she is suddenly horrified as she feels a blush begin to stain her cheeks - her body, evidently, having decided for her.

Trying valiantly to ignore her reaction to the man, she is about to respond to him when the door slams open and in stalks a giant of a man, with skin as dark as bitter chocolate. The four guards who had evidently been trying to control him come running up the corridor beyond the doors, and signal franitcally for the guards inside the room to close the doors. They do this with minimal fuss, and a clicking sound is heard from without as the guards lock the door.

The black man strides into the room, glaring around himself. "What is this? You call this a party?" he bellows. "Play!" He barks to the musicians in the corner, and they once again start to play, Nasty only now realising that they had stopped at the man's entrance. "And who under H'lf'ik are all of you?" he rumbles at the four standing beside the trays, causing one servant to lose his nerve and drop his tray. Goblets of wine crash noisily to the floor, sending red liquid spilling in the direction of the red-eyed elf.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 01, 2005, 05:54:22 AM
As he removes his hood, he watches as Nasty blushes slightly. Before he could contemplate what this meant, a large, dark-skinned man bursts into the room, guards hurridly closing the doors. The man's dark skin went strangely with his flashy, golden shirt and earings, as well as his navy sash and pants. The muscled man shouted at the musicians to play, right before shouting at the lot of them and causing a servant to drop their tray and it's contents.

Watching the liquids run across the floor, Xaod quirks an eyebrow at the man. Coughing irritably, Xaod replies harshly: Well, we were about to find out who we were until you so rudely interrupted. I believe you should appologize to all of us for the disturbance, and proclaim who you are, sir.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 01, 2005, 07:14:22 AM
ZAVOSH

A man with one eye missing answers him. Zavosh turns to the man, and spits back: "Apologise? I? I am Zavosh Dantunine, and I apologise to no man!" He takes a moment to look properly at the man, taking in his appearance. Older, but not yet old. Shorter than I, but not short. Still, hardly a match for me, thinks Zavosh. A low laugh rumbles from within his chest, and he bends down so that he looms over Xaod as he says: "Unless you think you can make me? That ruby of yours will make a fine trophy." Zavosh grins ferally, making a show of looking at Xaod's red eye. He does not expect to be taken up on the challenge, and so he straightens up and gazes around the room.  




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 8/31/05 23:29


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on September 01, 2005, 05:31:22 PM
Rheine peered at Xaod carefully as he revealed his hood. While he was good-looking, the eye was a bit too disgusting for her. Then again, what was one minor blemish. She smiled to herself a little as she looked at him. She had slept with uglier. Get him to wear an eyepatch  and he'd be a lot more easy on the eyes.

She took another sip from her goblet and was about to turn to one of hte other waiters to get an actual piece of something to eat, when suddenly the doors were thrown open again and a loud, horribly dressed black man was thrown in, yelling off the top of his lungs to no one in particular. Rheine rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pastry from the tray and took a bite. She turned to watch him as he walked around, acting like he was the most important man in the world. Feffing ass. And Ava-be-damned, that had to be one of the worst outfits she had ever seen. What, was this guy trying to impersonate a noble by dressing with all these fancy blues and golds and kack? Those outfits were bad enough, but his black skin was so offsetting to the brightness of the outfit, he looked like a Rover dancer.

She smirked to herself as he continued howling, walking over to their group. Who was he trying to intimidate, wearing that? He might have actually been a bit scary looking, like One-eyed Pete and that... red eyed elf-thing. She let out a huff. What the hell was it with people and red eyes? One would think they were demon-possessed, if demons actually existed.

See, that was one of two things that people tended to try and always give you. Somehow, they'd make their eyes red. Oooh, spooky. And then they got the quiet outsider look, or the mysterious and cynical one. With the hood. Always with the hood. In the corner, all grimey and 'don't mess with me'-looking. Seriously, why couldn't these people just be out hunting dragons or something? If they don't want to talk with people, then piss off out of the Coor-ridden bars. Seriously, those dark corners could be used for better things. Which Rheine still used them for. Sometimes just to spite the feffing outsiders and snicker as they ran to another corner or left the tavern.

She sighed with a smirk, then glanced towards the black man. He had just started talking with Xaod, finishing with a threat to take the ruby eye as a trophy. Rheine rolled her eyes, and let out a quiet snicker. Men. The moment they enter the door they gotta make sure they're top-dog and be all tough. She raised the goblet to her lips after taking another sip, hiding a smiling mouth behind is she took a step back to watch the two duke it out.

She leaned over to Nasty, and whispered, "Typical male. Which one you bettin' on?"

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 9/1/05 9:32


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 02, 2005, 05:03:22 AM
Listening to Zavosh, Xaod sighs. They always have to do it the hard way. Xaod thinks to himself, Ah well, might as well get this over with now and get some respect established.

Sizing the man up, Xaod relized that this man was quite strong and could cause difficulties, if he could fight better than he dressed. The man obviously didn't expect Xaod to except the challenge, and the assassain planned to use this to his advantage. You really should have apologised. Xaod says quitely

Xaod had been cheated out of his weapons, but his martial arts skills would come in useful here. Swinging his left leg behind him in a complete circle, Xaod unleasehs a viscious round house kick, aimed at the man's jaw. If this blow succeeds, Xaod intends to aim a devestating punch straight down into the man's hip, one of the few places on the body where almost all the nerves crossed.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 02, 2005, 08:56:22 AM
Nasty is a little startled as the large black man shouts his way around the room. She notices his gaudy clothes but it is the dark skin which really holds her attention, as she has never seen skin like that before. I wonder where he comes from, to have skin like that. Already in a somewhat vulnerable state due to her uncharacteristically malfunctioning body, Nystacea flinches when the servant drops the tray, one goblet staining the hem of the off-white dress she wears under her red cloak. The small pang of annoyance this causes her helps her to regain her normal level of self-possession.

Avoiding looking at Xaod, she returns her attention to the black man. As the two spar verbally, Rheine leans over to her, and whispers: "Typical male. Which one you bettin' on?" Nasty snickers in response, but says nothing. She watches as the man - Zavosh, he had called himself - turns away. Then she sees out of the corner of her eye a flicker of black streaking up toward the man's jaw.



ZAVOSH

Zavosh hears the man mutter something and goes to turn back toward him when his head is snapped backward on his neck and pain blooms along his jaw. He spins with the momentum of the kick and recovers into a fighting crouch, facing his opponent who is already following through with a punch. A grin wreathes the R'mart's face as he realises he is in for a good fight.

The punch is aimed down at the space where his hip had been, but is now occupied by something a little more delicate. Zavosh's grin broadens as he catches the man's fist in his hand and squeezes. By H'lf'ik, he's a dirty fighter! He gives the fist a wrench and releases it, hoping to have done some damage, but unsure of his success.

He launches his shoulder toward the man's stomach, aiming to slam him back against the wall.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 02, 2005, 10:42:22 AM
Satisfied with the effect the kick had, Xaod is surprised to see the man go into a defensive crouch and catch his punch. Gasping slightly as his wrist is wrenched, Xaod is caught in the stomach by the larger man's shoulder. His back hitting the wall heavily, Xaod kicks of the wall to thrust his fist into the dark man's stomach; afterwards thrusting his knee up into his sensitive areas, or at least his stomach.

I've got a crafty one on my hands here. Xaod thinks to himself, grinning as widely as the black man.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 03, 2005, 10:03:22 AM
Darién sighed as he sat on the prison bench, surrounded by emptiness. He knew this day had to come sometime. Darién had been drunk at some inn in Marcogg and was recognised by a city-guard. Almost seven of them had surrounded him and even though Darién was strong and self-confident, he knew he couldn’t take on all of them without getting wounded or maybe even killed. But he never really accepted the fact that this would be his demise. These guards would split the enormous reward put on his head and take him to some jail, from where he could somehow find a way to escape. He had done it before, But doubted it now.
For 2 days he had been here, And it started to bore him. It bored him so much that he had wished to have taken his chances against the guards. Maybe he would have succeeded and killed some of them. And he had faced groups of men before all alone (Yet these men where not armoured to the bone), But still it would have been better to die fighting then at some public square. A man with an axe. Or maybe worse,… to spend his final days in a stinking cell.

***

Until the door finally opened and four guards drove him into a corner, You are coming with us! One of them spoke. And Darién was once again annoyed, because he knew that the guards had not underestimated him, And that they probably would beat him up now so that they could transport him easier to the site of his execution.
As the guards neared, Darién did not hesitate and grabbed the bench and smashed them down all four in a row. Only one was hit hard enough to stay on the ground, The others quickly crawled back up, But they had been to late. Darién had made his way out of the cell with an agile manoeuvre and sprinted trough a long hallway to end up facing a guard with a unsheathed broadsword. Darién turned back the other way but that path was blocked now by the guards he had left in the jail cell. Enough! Said the man with the broadsword and sheathed it. There is no way possible for you to escape Darién. You would have to fight yourself trough rows of guards, It would mean a certain death for you. Darién turned to the man with the broadsword; You don’t know what I am capable off…. And he balled his fists to deliver the first punches. But now behind the speaking man even more sword wielders showed up, And Darién saw his final tiny odd of escaping vaporise in thin air. He sighed,… And couldn’t choose between fighting to death or come along.
Afterwards he didn’t regret his choice. To his surprise the guards didn’t beat him up but lead him outside into some transportation.
After a short travel he was taken into some kind of big building, Darién expected it to be from some kind of rich noble.
As he was lead trough some corridors many thoughts crossed his mind. And the most logical and common explanation was that some high stationed man would need his services for something that needed to be done without the boundaries of the law. And he would probably be a free man once he risked his live for this cause. Some doors where opened and he was lead trough into some kind of ballroom. The doors where immediately closed upon his entering.

***

The first thing that catched his eye was a battle between two fairly bloodthirsty guys, Who where both receiving and delivering punches, they both had a grin on their face as if they where both fighting a mere insect they wanted to squash. Also a grin appeared on Darién’s face and he walked closer to see the two bugs trying to squash each other. He walked passed 2 woman’s and his attention concerning the fight was gone…
Why have we been brought here?But he knew beforehand he asked them that this had yet to be revealed.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 03, 2005, 01:29:22 PM
The Ghost was starting to take a look at the food tray when the obnoxious black man came in. He acted as all those who are unsure of their movements act....overly confident. The man scared one of the servants and wine spilled....onto The Ghost, thus cementing this black man's spot on The Ghost's "Soon to be Dead" list.

The Loud man soon started fighting with the cloaked man, who was recently unhooded. After a few manuevers each, they were both standing against eachother. Some new man entered the room, but he didn't matter. The Ghost was bored.

Silently, The Ghost came up behind the loud man, Zavosh was his name. Picking up a heavy fallen goblet as he walked, The Ghost came DIRECTLY behind Zavosh, and struck him where the neck meets the skull with all of his formidable strength.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost

Edited by: The Ghost at: 9/3/05 5:35


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 03, 2005, 02:13:22 PM
ZAVOSH

After deflecting the one-eyed man's fist with a wrist, Zavosh suddenly finds himself doubled up over his knee. Holding himself upright with what must look like inhuman endurance, he grabs for the man's leg, aiming to unbalance him. Then suddenly stars explode before his eyes as the back of his skull is struck a mighty blow with something very hard. His grin disapperas as he lurches sideways but quickly recovers. Who under the god of small furry things was that? he thinks, looking around blearily for the culprit whilst backing himself up against a wall. He spots the red-eyed elf holding a heavy-based goblet, and thinks Ahh. That one. I ought not to have left my back open to him. Breathing heavily, he looks over the assembled group, noticing the latest arrival who is standing with the two women.  




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 9/3/05 6:34


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 03, 2005, 03:31:22 PM
After having his punch deflected by Zavosh's wrist, Xaod is pleased that the distraction worked, as the large man doubled over his knee. After the man stands up, He attempts to go for Xaod's legs, only to lurch sideways as a loud thunk came from his skull.

Looking behind the man, he sees the pale elf holding a heavy goblet, and is surprised that Zavosh is still standing after the beating he'd taken. Nodding to the elf, Xaod makes a charge at the large man who was backing up towards a wall. Seeing that the man had made the mistake of looking to see who had just entered, Xaod decided to exploit the mistake. Throwing himself to the ground, Xaod does a saumersault before releasing both his legs upwards, using the momentum of the roll to propel his feet towards the man.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 03, 2005, 05:19:22 PM
Nasty watches the fight with a grin as wide as the participants' own hidden behind her goblet. As Xaod scores with a well-placed knee, the doors open and another man enters, circumventing the two - no, now three combatants - and walking over toward her and Rheine. "Why have we been brought here?" he demands, by way of introduction.

"A party, I was told", Nasty replies. A short bark of laughter escapes her lips before she continues: "And they-" she nods to the three men "-are the entertainment. I hope the Duke didn't want them for anything in particular, they'll be useless to anyone before long." She looks over to Rheine to gauge her reaction to the new arrival, whilst quickly forming her own opinions.

Arrogant, she thinks. And strong. Odd dress sense, not that that means anything. He looks a lot like Xaod actually, but not as... Strange squirming feelings in her stomach derail that particular train of thought, and she grimaces in impatience at herself. "So," she asks the new man, testing a theory. "What got you put in jail?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 03, 2005, 08:40:22 PM
So… What got you put in jail?

Not a particular crime,… Somebody must’ve recognised me from all the wanted posters and alerted the guards.
Darién sighed as he hated these conversations, He rather kept to himself on such things, But since these people where more his kind of folk he had decided to tell the truth, even tough if he told about every crime he had committed then he would probably be seen as a show-off,  an insanity or maybe a freak of nature.
I walked straight into an ambush. Not one living soul can fight seven trained guards armoured to the bone with a belly full of liquor and survive….
With that said he closed subject, not really interested in what the ladies had done to end up here.

Darién turned back to watch the fight.

He watched how another one entered the fight, And how Zavosh got his ass kicked, But Darién was to unimpressed to even interfere. That guy would probably not live to see the duke and it could not at all be Darién’s problem. Not far from the two woman’s was wine. And as Darién was always more thirsty then hungry he grabbed a glass (a elegant glass that looked ridicules in his hands) filled it with wine and emptied it in his mouth. He slightly amused himself there for a moment, These glasses where only one tenth of what could fit in a tavern mug. He turned around towards the girls and replied. Would you also like a drink me’ladies? And without waiting for an answer he filled two other glasses and gave them away, But kept the bottle to himself, since a glass simply didn’t work for him.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 9/3/05 13:02


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 04, 2005, 06:01:22 AM
The Ghost was mildly impressed. Zavosh was hit hard and he was still standing, albeit not for long. The Ghost was still fairly bored, and the cloaked man was making movements as if to lunge towards the black man. The Ghost thought of a way to make life that much more interesting.

As The cloaked man started to lunge toward Zavosh, The Ghost swung his goblet as hard as he could towards the cloaked man's face, knowing the man's momentum would make it that much harder to dodge, and would add punch to The Ghost's already hard swing.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 04, 2005, 09:30:22 AM
As he threw himself at Zavosh, hoping to land a finishing blow on the man, Xaod saw a goblet hurtling toward his face. Xaod tried to snap his head to the side, but his momentum made it impossible to dodge completely. Stars exploded before him as his cheek bone took a punishing blow. The hit made him twist in the air slightly as he landed heavily on the ground.

Looking up to see the pale elf standing over him, Xaod snarled. You filthy little swine! After shouting this to the red-eyed creature, Xaod shot a kick up toward his stomach.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 04, 2005, 09:48:22 AM
The Ghost accepted the kick, it knocking the air out of him. He fought on though, making a grab for the man's leg, hoping to throw him towards the black man.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 04, 2005, 10:04:22 AM
Feeling his kick connect, Xaod is lifted off the ground as the pale elf attempts to fling him towards Zavosh. Quickly reaching out, Xaod grabs the ghost around the wrist holding his leg, while digging his other hand into the ground, attempting to slow himself down, or bring the ghost with him. At the same time, Xaod brings up his other foot and slams it at the elf's stomach, hoping to push against him and dislocate the shoulder or wrist that he was holding.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 04, 2005, 10:49:22 AM
Again The Ghost allowed the kick, but twisted his wrist away from teh cloaked man. The kick made The Ghost tumble back a bit, but he used the kick to help him throw the cloaked man toward Zavosh.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 04, 2005, 10:58:22 AM
In dismay, Xaod saw that the elf twisted his wrist away. The kick hit fortunately, causing the elf to stumble backwards. The elf used the power of the kick to hurtle Xaod toward Zavosh. As he flew through the air like an arrow, Xaod spun off the elf's arm, bringing  his free foot up in an attempt to kick the pale one in the face, using his momentum for extra punch. This was all he could do, for he was helpless as he was flung straight towards Zavosh's chest.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 04, 2005, 11:30:22 AM
The cloaked man's second kick again connected, this time with the side of The Ghost's head. This knocked The Ghost to the ground but he wasn't hurt very much. Fortunately, the cloaked man was now hurtling towards Zavosh, and the two of them would again duke it out for awhile.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on September 05, 2005, 06:35:22 AM
Rheine turns a glance at the newcomer. She listens to the other woman's response to the man's question, then decides since she didn't know anything either, there was no real point to adding anything onto the answer, so turned back to watch the fight.

It was getting feffing hillarious now. That pale red-eyed elf had decided to join in, smashing the back of Zavosh's head in with a goblet of all things, then, for some dumb, stupid, funny reason threw the cup at the cloaked man, nailing him in the head and then causing the two to start fighting with each other.

Rheine giggled a little bit as she watched, rolling her eyes at the scene, before looking over towards the newcomer as he asked if the ladies wanted drinks. She nearly laughed out loud, looking over at Nasty's and her goblets in their hands. "You know," she stated, "You should offer a woman a drink only when they don't have one already." She flashed a wink at him before taking another sip from her cup and looking back over towards the fight.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 05, 2005, 08:08:22 AM
Nodding as the new man's answer confirms her theory about their collective origins, she laughs at him as he tries to hand them each another goblet of wine. Taking the one he offers her, she sets it back upon a tray held by a servant, stepping over the one who is still cleaning up his spillage. Unusual, she thinks. Most servants would have disappeared back off to the kitchens by now. We really must be locked in... I wonder what these people did to get locked in here with us?

She laughs at Rheine's summary rejection of the glass from the new man and asks him, "So what is your name, anyway?" just as her attention is captured by the elf making a seemingly impossible manouevre on the person of Xaod...




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 05, 2005, 09:30:22 AM
ZAVOSH

Zavosh tries to move his body into a defensive position as he sees, out of the corner of his eye, the one-eyed man's legs come flying toward him. Then, strangely, the pallid elf catches him around the face with the same goblet he had used on Zavosh, causing the two to begin a tussle of their own.

Surprised but pleased, Zavosh takes this opportunuity to regain full conciousness. Being fairly near a servant he takes a spiced leg of fowl and a goblet of wine and makes short work of one, and downs half of the other. Weighing the cup in his hand suspiciously, he barely has time to drop that and the bones of the meat as the one-eyed man somehow comes flying toward him at chest-height. It is as Zavosh catches him that he hears a fanfare start up from somewhere behind the throne. The sound gets louder as the red velvet curtains which hung behind the throne are pulled apart from behind, revealing an open door through which march a small phalanx of what look like the Duke's personal guard. And there, following them, is a tall, slender, blond man decked out in his robes of office.



SOLEN, DUKE MARCOGG

As the trumpets sound in the anteroom behind the throne, the Duke watches as two members of his highly disciplined personal guard open the doors into the next room, pulling back the curtains on the other side. He processes into the room surrounded by his guard, who part before him as he ascends the dais.

As the guards take up stategic places around the room Solen beams down at its occupants. One, two... six? Where... The smile drops from his face as he turns to his guard captain, "Where are the others?" he hisses in an audible whisper to his guard-captain. The man blanches a bit but says in a highly controlled, quiet voice: "They escaped, m'lord."
"Escaped?"
"Ah, yes my lord. But our best men are recapturing them this very moment, I assure you."
"They had better be"
, mutters the Duke darkly. "I will see you in my chambers later tonight." At this the guard blanches further, but manages to remain standing. The Duke turns his attention to the wider room once more, and his handsome, regal features are lit up once again. As he smiles, the sun's last feeble rays die out.

"Good evening, my good men and women... Ha, well, perhaps good is not the word, here", he smiles indulgently around. "I am glad to see you have all made one another's acquaintance" he says, his eyes lingering in particular on the large black man - Zavosh Dantunine  - who is holding the assassin, Xaod, in his arms like a mother with her child... well, almost. His smile widens as he takes in the sight of the Ghost who is holding a goblet like a weapon, and the two women who are standing to one side with Darien Gulath, who seems to have arrived recently enough that he has not yet been injured. “Welcome to my home. I am, as you have no doubt guessed, Sorel, Duke Marcogg.”

Having welcomed the party, he takes his seat, arranging his robes around himself. "As I see no reason for us to waste one another's time, I shall get straight to the point. I am sure you are all wondering what the purpose is for my having brought you here", he says. "Well, the fact is, I have a favour to ask of you. A favour which will, of course not go unrewarded. I will speak to each of you later in regards to what these rewards will be, as they will be somewhat different for all of you, but you can be sure that there will be ample recompense."

He smiles again, looking cooly at ease as he adresses this room of killers and theives. "It is indeed well that you have all met," he repeats, "for I intend all of you - if you should agree, of course - to go on a quest for me." The Duke's gaze is shrewd as he looks around the room, gauging the group's reactions. "There is an artifact, by the name of the Sword of Twilight, which I require. It is a very powerful artifact, in that it can kill with a single blow, or deal a small wound which will fester, eventually causing the death of the recipient, all depending upon the intent of the wielder." He looks around the room once again, observing the looks on the faces of the people he has brought before him. Satisfied, he continues. "Unfortunately, this wondrous object is lost, and must be located before you can bring it back here, to me. I do not expect this task to be overly arduous, as the library at Chondra is not far away, and should contain the information you require.

The Duke sits for a few moments, allowing all this information to sink in. Having researched very thouroughly the backgrounds of all those present, Solen is confident that he knows what their reactions will be.  




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 9/6/05 3:09


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 05, 2005, 11:53:22 AM
Xaod's stomach churns as he flies through the air, headed straight towards Zavosh's chest. Closing his eyes and bracing himself for the impact, Xaod is relieved to feel that Zavosh catches him. Hanging from the large man's arms, Xaod looks up as he hears trumpets playing, and watches a blonde haired man with a goatee sit in a throne.

Listening to the Duke, Xaod's eye narrows with suspicion and interest. So they had been brought here to retrieve an artifact? What did this man have to offer that would have them all eagerly searching for this sword? Looking around at the others in the room, Xaod examines their expressions, and raises his eyebrows at them in inquiry.

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 06, 2005, 01:31:22 AM
Darién; not really bothered by the fact that the ladies denied his drinks, puts the bottle to his mouth and drinks half of the bottle empty as if it was water. His thirst was the very thing that got him into trouble, And as he had cursed the poison called R’union Brandy over and over again in prison he had grown so thirsty the moments before his release that he was now almost worshipping it.  Darién luckily wasn’t easily drunk, And especially not with these nasty wines.

"So what is your name, anyway?"


Darién. He answered; Plain and simple toward the ladies.


He listened with much attention towards what the duke had to say when he eventually entered, And Darién already knew from the moment Solen mentioned the sword of twilight that it was going to be ‘his’ at the end of the ride. But he also knew that this “duke” wanted him to work together with these “idiots” who where already fighting each-other instead of sparing their energy for the possible threads that would lay ahead.
On the other hand, these three man had given a good representation of what they where worth in battle, And this impressed Darién a little bit. And Darién certainly was a man who could not be impressed easily. The white haired man was without doubt the nastiest fighter, The black man the strongest, And the one with the ruby as eye was the best in hand to hand combat.

At first glance he considered these two ladies only as “entertainment” for the journey, But he knew looks where deceiving, Since they where possibly also dangerous in their own expertise, otherwise they would not be here; so he speculated. But the main reason they would be here was definitely for his amusement (and otherwise he would make it their reason), And from this very moment he claimed them as “his”. None of the other men would touch these fragile dolls, not long before he was finished with them himself.

He grinned, stepped forward towards the duke and tried to get some clarification on some important things.

You tell us that we will find our first clue at the library, Then what kind of clues should we be looking for?
And wat other information do you pocess about this item? Was it stolen from you? Or is it just something you desire for an specific reason?


Darién also wondered why this duke chose them and not his own brave mercenaries to complete the task. There was something wrong with this quest, Something the duke wasn’t telling them. Also would the duke trust them blindly to follow their own greed and deliver this weapon to him as obedient dogs? And when they would actually return, Would the duke then keep his promise and give them their reward?

He waited for the duke to reply, and the others to express their thoughts.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 9/5/05 23:16


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 06, 2005, 09:07:22 AM
ZAVOSH

As the Duke enters, Zavosh's attention is fully trained upon the blond, bearded man. Forgetting anything else, he waits, listening carefully for the Duke to speak. Escapees, he hears. Ha, I also would have escaped had it not been for my interest in this Duke. I wonder what he will have to say...

"...I intend all of you - if you should agree, of course - to go on a quest for me." What? Thinks Zavosh. I, travel with these? Never! His outrage at the idea is so great that it takes a while before he can respond.

"Never!" Zavosh bellows. "I will never agree to travel with these... These M'rotha-cursed fools!" He spits. Taking a step forward Zavosh suddenly realises what he is still holding. A muffled "Argh" issues from his mouth and Zavosh drops the body of Xaod. Aiming a half-hearted kick at the thus-dropped man, Zavosh returns his attention to the Duke. "Nothing you could offer me could ever be enough to make me want to travel with THESE!" He says, gesturing to the room in general, and toward the pale elf and the one-eyed man in particular.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 06, 2005, 08:15:22 AM
Listening to the newcomer speak, Xaod sighed at the thought of having to travel with these people. Behind him, Zavosh bellowed before dropping him, giving him a slightly painful kick in the ribs. Seeing the man was distracted with bellowing, Xaod decided to take advantage. Rolling on his back, Xaod shot a fierce kick upwards into the man's sensitive areas all in one smooth movement; payback for the kick.

 Xaod Shadow

Edited by: Xaod Shadow at: 9/6/05 0:40


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 06, 2005, 11:35:22 AM
DUKE SOLEN

The Duke listens to Darién’s questions, and is about to reply when Zavosh surprises him with a yell of defiance, to the effect that he will not travel with these people. Oh dear, thinks the Duke. Perhaps I ought to have expected that…

He winces slightly as he sees Zavosh drop the man he is holding to the ground, who then whips his leg around and kicks Zavosh in the groin – hard. Solen is pleased to have been able to see this demonstration of both men’s abilities. He is impressed by Zavosh’s strength, and the assassin Xaod’s speed and agility are as impressive as he has been told.

As Zavosh doubles over, he signals his guardsmen to step in and separate the two. They do this quickly and efficiently, holding both of them back by the upper arms. Trained as the Duke’s elite guard are in holds of this type, it is near-impossible that either of them could break free. As soon as they stop struggling, however, the guards will let them stand alone.

As Zavosh is pulled upright by the guardsmen the Duke can see his eyes bulging slightly, and a slight lightening of his unusually dark skin, but otherwise he makes no sign or sound of the incredible amount of pain he must surely be in. Impressive. I wonder just how much it will take to make him scream. He looks into the shadows to the left of his throne where Guoránála, his faithful advisor lurks, and feels sure that he is wondering the same thing.

Addressing the R’mart, he says: “You decline the rewards I have so generously offered you? You wish to be released? Well. Be sure you shall not depart without experienceing the best of my hospitality.” A warm smile again adorns the Dukes face as he says to Zavosh and the rest of his “guests”: “This is my advisor, Guoránála.” As he says this, the elf steps out from the shadows.

Guoránála is bald, with pallid white skin which is tightly drawn over his emaciated frame. His eyes are somewhat sunken but the red irises are still quite visible, shining balefully out from beneath his high brow. His posture is stooped, making him look considerably less than his two peds. This stooped posture, along with the voluminous, billowing black robes he wears, make him look rather vulture-like. His face is gaunt, with  hollow cheeks, a sharply defined nose, and thin, wrinkled grey lips which are twisted into a cruel-looking smile at the double meaning in the Duke’s words. “Guoránála will escort you on your way out,” Duke Solen continues to Zavosh with a smile, “and will see to your - comfort.” The Duke motions to his guards to support Zavosh toward the door through which the guests entered, nodding to his advisor. “Take him the long way out.” He says quietly, with a smile. Guoránála smiles wickedly and bows once, shallowly before striding down from his Duke’s side, unlocking the doors with a key from within his robes, and preceding Zavosh and guards out the door. His raspy voice can be heard to ask the still-pale Zavosh to “Follow me, if you please” before the door is once again shut, and locked from the outside.

“Now,” says the Duke. “To answer your questions, Darién Gulath. The Library at Chondra contains many books on ancient, forbidden artifacts – most particularly those which can be used as weapons. There will, I expect, be information of many sorts about the Sword contained within the books there, including perhaps some of its history. That history should have some indication of the Sword’s current whereabouts.
       
“As to other information, I have very little. I have never owned the Sword myself, it having been lost for longer than I have been alive. It is a very ancient artifact, I am told. As for my purpose in obtaining it… Well, I should think that would be quite obvious,”
he says with a small smile. “However, I am not about to discuss it openly just yet.” He leans back upon his plushly padded throne and smiles magnanimously down upon them.

At this moment, the main doors creak open once agin, just enough to admit the slight figure of the Duke’s advisor. Loud, low bellowing screams of pain follow him into the room through the open door. Guoránála waits until all the occupants of the room seem to have noticed the screams - and perhaps have also come to a conclusion as to from whom those screams come - before he closes and locks the door with a quiet snick-ing noise. Crossing the room quickly, Guoránála returns to the dias and takes up his position behind and to one side of the Duke’s throne, a cruel smile still on his face as he observes the Duke’s other guests’ reactions.




NYSTACEA

Nasty nods at the man – Darién - in response to his name, having time for nothing else as the trumpets begin their fanfare. She is incredulous as she watches the Duke walk out in a procession with his guards. Trumpets? Inside? she thinks, laughing quietly. The ego on this man must be huge! What with that and his throne… Cogs begin to whirr inside Nasty’s quick mind, but she has reached no firm conclusions by the time the Duke begins to speak.

She hears him speak to a guard about escapees, and is somewhat surprised. Well, she thinks, mentally shrugging. Perhaps they weren’t told it was a party. She looks the Duke over thoughtfully, trying to decide what sort of man he is. He is certainly good-looking, she thinks, In a noble sort of way. And he seems… nice. He doesn’t seem the plotting type, she thinks, half discarding her part-formed theories about his ego and probable lust for the throne.

She changes her mind back again when she hears about the quest he proposes. “If we should agree” she whispers quietly to Rheine. “Ha! As if we have a choice.”

The Duke finishes speaking and Nasty looks up at Darién as he asks for more information, and then over at Zavosh as he butts in. She laughs aloud when she sees him still holding Xaod, and is impressed at the assassin’s speed after he is dropped. Serves him right, she thinks as the black man doubles over silently.

She holds her breath as the Duke replies to Zavosh. “You decline the rewards I have so generously offered you? You wish to be released? Well. Be sure you shall not depart without experienceing the best of my hospitality. This is my advisor, Guoránála. Guoránála will escort you on your way out and will see to your - comfort.” She narrows her eyes warily at the Duke’s tone and his smiles. I don’t like that pause before “comfort”, she thinks, looking wonderingly at Zavosh as he allows himself to be led away. Or the dirty look on that elf’s face. Etherus, he’s nearly as ugly as that other one. But what am I worried for? That man stained my dress, she thinks moodily. I owe him nothing. This decided, she returns most of her attention to the Duke as he continues to speak, although she does continue to wonder a little at the fact that the big man seemed to notice nothing wrong with the Duke's intent.

The Duke finishes and Nasty turns around as the screams follow the Duke’s advisor back through the door. Dear Etherus! She thinks, That is Zavosh! What could make that man scream like that – and in so short a time? She blanches at the thought of the agony he must be feeling to give forth those cries, and turns to look at the Duke as she thinks: So. He means business.

Edited by: Tomas Valentin at: 9/6/05 14:33


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 07, 2005, 05:33:22 AM
Grinning as his kick connects, Xaod allows himself to be contained by the guards. He is pleased that the man's eyes bulged, and that his skin turned slightly paler; but was amazed that the man wasn't passed out or screaming from pain.

Not fighting against the guards, Xaod watched as the ugly, bald elf followed Zavosh out. Listening to the duke answer Darien, Xaod began to get interested. Turning his head as the elf walked back in, Xaod was surprised to hear Zavosh screaming. So it is possible to make that man scream! Serves him right, the fool! I would not like to experience the pain he is feeling... Xaod thinks to himself in horrified wonder.

Turning to look at Nystacea blanch, Xaod smiled at her. Turning a suspicous gaze to the duke, he inquired: So, why did you choose us, of all people? Outlaws, locked up for being a danger to society. Why not choose loyal servants, trained warriors and guards; rather then petty cut-throats who'll fight among each other, consumed with their own greed?  

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on September 08, 2005, 05:33:22 AM
Rheine nearly burst out laughing at the sound of the fanfare and trumpets and the sight of the royal escort when the Duke entered the room, to take a seat on a throne of all things. The man acted like he was a feffing king. Feffing ass. Nobles, even with the sheer amount of money they already had, still wanted to have even more. Leaving people like Rheine and others to starve on the streets. Oh how she hated them. Greedy feffing bastards.

The man was relatively good-looking, she gave him that, but then again considering his oh so elegant entourage, he wasn't worth her time. Still, she'd sleep with him for some of that money. She'd known a few girls who had done that before... done a clean road of nobles, paving their way into the high-life. Rheine had tried that, but of course that last time ended up with her accused of murder and witchery and then banished from the city. Feffing rich assholes.

She rolled her eyes and then took another sip from her goblet as she listened to the Duke speak, not really paying attention to his words of questing and swords of power or whatever. Like hell these things actually existed. And if they *did*, why hadn't anyone before them gotten them by now? This group she was in was a band of feffing lowlifes. Just what were they supposed to be able to accomplish, other than killing each other?

She heard Nasty whisper something to her, but didn't respond. Instead, she shouted out, rather dully as the Duke finished, "If you're so high and mighty, 'king', how about you get your little soldier-boys to go do your Coor-ridden quest. I'm sure they're as good with their toy swords and dragon-slaying as you are in pretending to be king. Grow up, @#%$." She dropped her finished goblet on the ground and then turned and walked over to aonther servant and grabbed a new, full goblet, as well as a pastry, then looked over at the rest of the group.

The man called Darien was asking questions to clarify things, and Rheine rolled her eyes as she listened to him. Perfectly willing to go and do this man's dirty work. Zavosh on the other hand was just as enraged as her. Except more so to travel with them than to actually do the quest. She couldn't blame him. Why the hell would she want to go on a feffing dumb quest with this bunch of losers? They weren't even drunk yet and they were already in a brawl.

She was about to say something else when the Duke signalled a couple of his guards to separate Zavosh and Xaod, who were already in ANOTHER feffing fight. After the two were held in place, the Duke called over someone else...

... the absolutely most disgusting looking elf Rheine had ever seen.

The guards were called to drag Zavosh into the back room, following the elf, Guor-something or another. The Duke then proceeded to answer Darien's questions, and then the screams started.

Rheine's face went pale as she heard the screams come from the back room, and Guor-something stepped back out. Her fingers gripped the goblet in her hand tightly, and she stared up at the Duke, and at the elf, looking in-between them, as her breathing became short and quick. Taking a step back, she looked around the room. No exit. Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

Looking back up at the stage, she brushed a hand through her hair, pushing some strands behind her ears, and then forced a nervous smile towards the Duke.

She wanted out. Now.

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"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 9/7/05 21:44


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 08, 2005, 08:01:22 AM
"If you're so high and mighty, 'king', how about you get your little soldier-boys to go do your Coor-ridden quest. I'm sure they're as good with their toy swords and dragon-slaying as you are in pretending to be king. Grow up, @#%$

As Rheine spoke, Darién couldn’t help looking at her, She was even more beautiful when she was angry. But oh, so dumb, From the very moment Darién had entered this ballroom he had known that there was no chance of declining of that what the duke would have in store for them. They where disposable for the duke, And if it wasn’t for some of their great talents in their expertises they would have been disposed off already.
Darién had expected Zavosh to be taken back to his cell or something, But was surprised when he heard him scream like a baby only when the hunched elf walked back in.
It reminded him of the time when he chopped off somebody’s fingers to make him talk about something that was of use to him at that moment. That guy had screamed the lungs from his body, just like Zavosh now.
The woman seemed nervous now as if she feared to undergo the same faith as Zavosh.
Darién also watched the pale elf now, and was curious how he would respond towards the duke and the screams of Zavosh.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 09, 2005, 12:14:22 PM
Of all the people who had entered, had exited, or currently occupied the room, The Ghost decided he DEFINITELY liked Guoránála the most. Granted that wasn't saying much, what with The Ghost disliking everyone else in the room, but that was far beside the point.

The Duke made his lhis intentions known, and this piked The Ghost's interest....This sword would definitely be of great value to The Ghost. The though of causing days of slow death with one hit of a sword made The Ghost very excited. The Ghost decided then and there that he would go on this quest, and when the sword was found, take it for himself, and the Duke be Damned.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 09, 2005, 04:08:22 PM

SOLEN, DUKE MARCOGG

Having ignored the red-haired woman's comments earlier - Rheine is her name, recalls the Duke - he is not surprised that another of his guests asks the same question, albeit in a somewhat more civilised manner. It is Xaod, in the end, who asks it:

So, why did you choose us, of all people? Outlaws, locked up for being a danger to society. Why not choose loyal servants, trained warriors and guards; rather then petty cut-throats who'll fight among each other, consumed with their own greed?

"Hmm," muses Sorel. "Well, as you ask... The reason I choose to send you and not my - as you can see -" he gestures around the room "highly trained and well disciplined guard, is because" he moves forward on his throne, leaning forward with the air of one imparting a great confidence "I need people who can travel outside the law. People who are not afraid to do what needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. These people;" he says, indicating the guards in the room "they have wives, children, families who would miss them. I am confident you all understand the need for a small team, who can move in secret and, to be completely honest, cannot be linked back to me." The Duke sits back again in his throne and smiles down upon them.  
"That is, of course, until your work is done, when those of you who desire it will be given a position on my staff - but no, I run ahead of myself", he says, smiling wryly. "I would like to speak to you individually about the recompense I am willing to bestow upon you when you have done this little favour for me. Perhaps you," he says, nodding toward the Ghost, "would be willing to be the first to speak with me."

The Duke rises from his throne, and as he does so all of the guards snap to attention. Nodding for them to relax, the Duke indicates for the Ghost to precede him to the door behind the throne, through which he had entered.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 10, 2005, 02:38:22 AM
The duke left to have a individual chat with the pale looking man.
He looks like a ghost, where Darién’s thoughts, But then he lost his attention again and turned  towards the table with food next to him. He carefully chose a tasty chickenleg with lots of flesh. And started to eat, turning back to look into the room, leaning with his back against the table. After some bites he flushed his throat with the -expensive but not to his taste- wine. He watched the ladies for a moment and asked Nystacea; So what is your name? And what’s on your mind after the duke’s little speech?
Somehow he was kind of interested in these ladies, Since for once there where some who shared the same faith as him, Normally Darién worked solo, Rarely with others, but almost never with woman. How long would it last before these ladies would collapse under the tensions of the mission? And of course the tensions of the group, Since the ladies would have to put up with a bunch of horny men with not really any respect for “them”.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 10, 2005, 08:38:22 PM
Xaod’s smile, whilst not really reassuring, certainly manages to distract Nasty from Zavosh’s presumable demise. Nasty looks on, her mind nearly all on the situation, as Xaod then turns to the Duke and asks what Nasty thinks is a very perceptive question. The Duke’s answer is long and evasive, but she thinks she grasps the underlying thread. The Duke then stands, and asks the ugly elf – wait, the first ugly elf; the pale one – to speak privately with him, in a back room. I wonder if he’ll go, thinks Nasty. I wouldn’t. Not after… she tries to hide a shudder.

”So what is your name? And what’s on your mind after the duke’s little speech?” Asks the man who had earlier identified himself as Darién. Nasty looks up to see him still standing with her and Rheine. On my mind? She thinks, mentally clearing her throat. Nasty gains hold of herself, mentally hauling herself back to the present and turns to face the tall, scarred man. “Nystacea.” She replies, by way of a name. “And about the Duke? I don’t know…” she trails off, guardedly. “There's one thing I am sure of: We have no choice about going on this quest.” She looks into the man’s eyes, trying to gauge whether or not he had had the same thoughts, then briefly glances over at Rheine.

“So what do you think, Darien?” She asks, trying out the man’s name. “A merry band of Rovers we’ll be.” She gestures around at their other soon-to-be travelling companions. “What do you think of journeying with this lot?” She asks, a small self-mocking smile upon her face.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 10, 2005, 11:13:22 PM
Watching as the Duke left the room, Xaod turned to listen to Darien and Nasty. Xaod wondered what it would be like traveling with this lot, he certainly wouldn't like traveling with that cursed elf. His cheek bone was still stinging, and it would turn into a bruise soon. Grabbing a large chicked leg, Xaod chewed on it thougtfully as he listened to the two talk.

The group would probably fight among each other, greed and hatred overcoming them. He agreed with Nasty that there was no alternative to doing this quest, but he intended on keeping the sword for himself. He didn't yet know what he would do with the weapon, since he himself didn't use swords, but he would find a use.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 11, 2005, 02:25:22 AM
The Ghost sneers at the duke, but nods his head a fraction of a centimeter, and goes through the door.

The Ghost was determined to agree to whatever the Duke offerred, just to get on the quest. It was oh so simple to renege on a deal when you were the one holding the immensely powerful artifact, and your collaborator was sitting on a tiny throne some miles away.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 11, 2005, 09:03:22 PM
“What do you think of journeying with this lot?

Darién did not really had any clue on how to imagine them together, Working as a team. But he had to admit that he loved the idea of going on this raid with bad-asses like this ghost figure, The man with the ruby eye and the black guy that was tortured in the other room. He knew that these where not just some thieves who broke some minor laws, No they where definitely a little bit more advanced.

Whe’l have to do some work in order to get smooth cooperation, if that is needed; but it will eventually work out I think. He replied to Nystacea.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 12, 2005, 08:17:22 AM
Huh, thinks Nasty. An optimist. She nods thoughtfully at the man, her eyes wandering to the door. I wonder what is going on in there.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 12, 2005, 09:52:22 AM
Listening to Darien, Xaod wondered if he agreed. Was it possible that they could cooperate? They must have all been picked specifically for some reason, so they were not just ordinary murderers and thieves. But that could make things even more dangerous for the group.

Finishing the chicken leg, Xaod threw the bone over his shoulder onto the table. Looking at the remaining group Xaod said," Well, we'd better learn to get along. That pale elf has already gotten on my bad side." He says rubbing his cheek bone.

Smiling slightly, Xaod held out his hand to the man." We might as well get off to a good start. Xaod Shadow's the name, assassination and infiltration's the game." Looking at the man through his single eye, Xaod wondered why he was chosen to be on this expedition.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 14, 2005, 04:33:22 AM
" We might as well get off to a good start. Xaod Shadow's the name, assassination and infiltration's the game."

He hated handshakes so he simply replied “Darién” and gave a slight nod as greet.

So an assassin,.. Just like me; he thought… Darién immediately tried to evaluate the guy on his appearance. Looks where mostly not deceiving. If he told Xaod that HE was an assassin then Xaod would believe him without much doubt.

The rather disturbed look in Xaod’s face reminded him of himself, Since Darién almost had the same feature in his eyes without ruby, His eye where half-blind and could barely withstand sun or bright lights. Furthermore this man was also dressed in black clothing which was casual for those who needed the camouflage to sneak into the night. The features in which Xaod moved reminded Darién of some kind of predatory cat. That combined with the cocky behaviour of immediately trying to beat up everyone around him who acted offensive against him, made Darién assume that he was indeed some kind of assassin and probably had not lost many fights in his live, That or the guy was tired of live….

Darién’s estimation was between the thirty and the fifty flawless kills… But he could be wrong….


After  his 1 second evaluation he looked over towards the direction Nystacea was looking at. He knew that the ladies where still scared and frightened because of that little stunt the duke pulled with Zavosh. And so Darién turned back to ask in a teasing manner at the distracted lady; I’m sure he is all right, Why don’t we ask this ugly bold headed elf (points at Guoránála), maybe he will let us take a look at what they’ve done to him.

Darién was indeed slightly curious, But didn’t really plan to ask the elf because he enjoyed his company with the ladies, food and (not -to-his-taste) wine to much.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 14, 2005, 04:56:22 AM
Seeing that the man was not going to return the handshake, Xaod withdrew his hand. The man's only response was to nod and say his name, Darien.

Xaod looked the man up and down, trying to determine what he was specialized in. The man's body was powerful, not quite as strong as Zavosh's, but stronger than Xaod's own. His different colored eyes had a disturbing look to them, one with a scar.

Listening to him address Nasty, Xaod smiled slightly. It was somewhat cruel to tease the woman, but still amusing. "Don't tease the girl Darien, I'm sure we don't want to lose the good food and wine we have just filled our bellies with; which will surely happen if we see what happened to the poor man.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 14, 2005, 06:55:22 AM
It might also happen if you tease me any longer, thinks Nasty belligerently. "I don't want to see him," she replies. "He's-" or he was "- he's an absolute sheep's tail. He deserves everything he got." She looks down at the hem of her cream coloured dress, swirling it to see the extent of the still-damp red stain from the wine Zavosh had caused to be spilled on it.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 16, 2005, 02:51:22 AM
Darién finished the remains of his bottle as the others spoke and after the wine was mastered Darién gave a short smile; showing that he was slightly entertained because of the replies he got. He immediately grabbed another bottle and opened it with his teeth, spitting the cork on the floor between Xaod and Nystacea’s feet.
Well yes, Darién replied. It might not be a pleasant sight, But it could also be that the guy just can’t stand any pain. He probably is just another weakling. Looking all bad and muscular but on the inside he’s just a fearful girl. If he is to travel with us he would be useful for carrying our packs and he could serve as a punching bag so that you guys (looks at Xaod) can release some aggression so now and then. If he can’t be useful to us in any way then I would make sure that his death was long and painful. For his sake he’d better die here at the duke’s.
Darién had considered Zavosh the weak link of the team since he was the one carried away and had screamed so loud from some simple torture, and if that one would have been Xaod then Darién would now probably be having the last laugh with Zavosh. Darién couldn’t really care, he still hadn’t seen anything really impressive from any of the team, And to get Darién’s respect they needed to prove themselves for him with their actions. And Xaod was nothing more then a simple assassin, As there where so many. And probably nothing compared to him.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 16, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
"...It could also be that the guy just can’t stand any pain." Nasty looks incredulously at the scarf-headed man as he says this. "Did you not see him when Xaod kicked him? Most men scream long and high with a hit like that. That one... he just... he just stood there. No, whatever's been done to him is most likely fatal," asserts Nystacea calmly, but still looking a little pale.

Her lips curls at the rest of Darién's little speech. A punching bag? Carry our bags? For his sake he'd better die here? What a cur. He is all grand words when the man is gone, but I think he would have had a hard time fighting him. As much of a fool as Zavosh was, he was no whipped dog.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 16, 2005, 10:32:22 AM
Xaod listened to the conversation between the two, watching the cork spit by Darien bounce by his feet. Xaod had to agree with Nasty, Zavosh was definitely not weak. Turning to Darien, Xaod spoke his thoughts, " Yes, Zavosh was extremely resistant to pain. He withstood several powerful blows from both me and that elf, any of which should have felled a normal man. No, Zavosh must have experienced some incredible pain."

Grabbing another pastry and glass of wine, Xaod began enjoying the festivities again.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 17, 2005, 08:39:22 PM
As the woman and assassin expressed their thoughts Darién knew he had given away his big ego. Even tough Darién knew that he was right. He himself might not be as muscled as Zavosh, but when he battled he never showed any sign of pain either, No he rather laughed and made fun of his enemy, even when he was experiencing bitter defeat. And that for several reasons, he had learned during his many days of combat. When you showed no fear, no pain then the enemy’s morale would lower, they would think; Is that guy for real? I just hit’em with everything I had and he is still standing,… And laughing about it! The opponent’s fears could be used against them. And the big black guy probably had the same sub-conscious way of fighting a battle…. After all Everybody feels pain, It’s sometimes when showing that weakness or not changes the outcome of the fight.

No Nystacea and Xaod only gave away the fact that they had fallen for that old trick.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on September 18, 2005, 07:57:22 PM
Rheine was only half paying attention to the conversation. She still believed this Coor'ridden sword was just another dumb fairytale, but it seemed this feffing duke wasn't going to take no for an answer, and that was what worried her.

She looked around at the three near her, peering at each with slightly blood-shot eyes. Oh sure, Nasty was alright, but the others, well. She had hung out with several types like them before, she'd bedded a few, but that didn't mean she felt comfortable with them at all. She'd been living on the streets for a long time, people like that were the kind of people you wanted to stay away from. Oh sure, they probably wouldn't kill you, but they'd attract enough damn attention to themselves that the guards, or worse types, would be on the prowl for them, and that made her life much worse.

Then again, there were plenty of crazy ones that'd just kill for sport, or when they got angry over nothing. She'd heard the stories from some of her friends... about girls disappearing with a client and being found dead later on, no reason why. Probably made the client angry and got feffing killed for it, these damn jack-asses. Seriously, there's no reason to get that upset over something. Coor'ridden asses.

Just like this damn duke. Seriously, if he honestly believed that these bunch of outlaws would actually do what he wanted, work together and bring back the "sword", then she had no idea what he was feffing smoking. Obviously something, pretending to be king, having his knights and searching out some, like, holy sword or whatever. Coor'ridden lunatic, seriously.

She was planning on getting out of this damn thing as soon as possible. Oh she'd say she was gonna go along with it when he asked her, hell she'd feffing bed him if he wanted, so long as she didn't have to face whatever was happening to the black man. She just had to get on his good side, and then when they were set out on their happy quest, she'd ditch the group. At least, she'd ditch at the next town they got to. She'd be a feffing idiot to be seen in Marcogg after being told to go with the group, and she'd definately be killed by this feffing duke if that happened.

She could handle a few weeks with these people. No problem. No problem at all. Just, keep them... happy. Don't make any threats. Don't make them angry.

Like she was really going to go a full trip without angering anyone. Yeah, right. It always happened. Actually it wasn't really her angering them, but them feffing berating her and then her lashing out at them for it. No way would some feffing jack-ass tell her what to do, and treat her like @#%$ like her father did. She'd show them a thing or two. She'd get back at them somehow.

Looking up from a scuff on the tiled floor beneath her, Rheine rubbed her forehead with a few shaky fingers and looked around the room, her face appearing weary. She took another sip from her glass of wine, then hastily placed it back on the tray, it almost falling as she quickly pulled her hand away.

She really needed to sit down.

Her eyes peered around the room again briefly, before deciding the effort needed to go and find a chair was too much for her right now, and just settling down quietly onto the floor, pulling her legs up to her and resting the side of her head on her knees.

She really didn't need this kind of kack to deal with right now. She was already busy running from... well, nothing. She was always just trying to get... somewhere. But still, running away was better than helping this duke with his damn fairy-tale sword quest thing. Besides, what the kack kind of use would she be, in this group of assassins and pirates and cut-throats? Aside from the obvious, of course...

With a groan, she twisted her head so that her eyes were pressed against her knees. She ran a shaky hand through her hair that had definately seen better days, and then sniffed a bit. She gripped a tuff of hair, pulled, and then released, before running her hand through her hair again. She needed some vhin weed or powdered odea moss... or something. Something to calm her feffing nerves down. She hadn't had any for a few days, and she groaned again as she realized she probably wouldn't get anymore for a while, since the guards probably dumped her pack in the sewers.

Feffing guards. Feffing duke.

Coor'ridden world.


Sighing, she leaned back a little, holding her head up, rubbing her forehead again with her fingers, while her other hand fidgeted restlessly. She folded her arms over her chest, then rubbed her arms a little bit, before quickly returning to rub her forehead and scratching the nape of her neck directly after.

She ran a hand through her hair again, then opened her eyes and looked around quickly. She sniffled and quickly rubbed her nose, then closed her eyes and rubbed them a little bit; the rest of her body continued to fidget a little.

Murmuring something to herself, she looked over at the group, and said, "I'm fine.", just in-case they were wondering why she was fidgeting like that. Damn she needed something to calm her feffing nerves down. She didn't want to see the duke while acting like this, he'd think she was crazy or something and be worthless to the group and then kill her or something.

She shut her blood-shot eyes tightly, and rubbed them with the palm of her hand a little again, before running her hand through her hair and clawing the floor a little with her other hand.

"Damnit..."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 21, 2005, 08:24:22 AM
GUORANALA

As the Duke takes the elf through to the anteroom, Guoranala moves back into the shadow behind the throne. He watches the group of petty criminals as they get to know one-another. His mind records all he sees to tell the Duke, and he assesses the mental states of the four as they talk. The red haired one looks scared out of her mind, thinks the elf absently. Pity. It will make her that much harder to persuade. It will have to be the assassin next, then, he thinks to himself, looking at Darien.

He changes his mind as Rheine begins to fidget. Ahh, he thinks. This will be most useful. He watches as she sits down on the marble floor, seemingly so in need of her drug that she has lost all sense of propriety. He waits for the Duke to finish with the Ghost with his mouth twisted into a small, cruel smile.

The door opens and the pale elf walks out. Guoranala is gratified to see that he looks pleased, confident, and of course is unharmed. Excellent. Now they will see that only good things wait for them behind this door, he thinks with a smile which is wider, but no less vicious.



NYSTACEA

As the group falls quiet, Nystacea’s mind wanders. She sips her wine, thinking about Zavosh, their current situation, and what is to come. The library at Chondra… she muses. I don’t know that I’ve ever been to Chondra. I know it’s a reasonable-sized town, I think Kanell was from there… Ah yes, Chondra. I remember what he used to say. Boring, mid-sized. Although the people who leave a place often have a skewed view of it… Nasty grimaces as she thinks of her parents’ hometown.

Before she can start to think about that, her attention is captured by the redheaded girl sitting down on the floor. Nasty’s brow furrows and she wonders how much the girl-woman had had to drink. I’m sure it wasn’t that much… She watches the woman fidget, and is about to ask if she’s alright when Rheine looks up and says “I’m fine.” Fine like a noblewoman near a bouncer, thinks Nasty. I wonder… she looks like-

Her thoughts are broken as the door behind the throne opens, and the pale elf walks out. His usual expression of sneering hatred is still in place, but it is tempered with something else – a kind of thoughtfulness, and perhaps a touch of pleasure? Oh, I must know what’s going on there! Nasty thinks to herself, moving toward the elf.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 22, 2005, 06:21:22 AM
Darién’s eye had been drawn to the woman who was scratching her and was slightly behaving weird.
I’m fine, she said.
Darién also saw how the ghostly figure arrived back from the duke. He then looked at Nystacea and observed her again from top to bottom, wondering how she would look naked, Swallowing some more wine during the process. For a moment he dazzled off in some of his cruel sexual fantasies but shook the thought then. He noticed how he had kept drinking and had almost finished his second bottle in only a short amount of time…
As the ghost moved into the room Darién called out in a loud voice towards the elf Guoranala; So who’s next?!  Hoping that it was him, and they could just “get it over with”.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 22, 2005, 09:50:22 AM
Xaod drained his goblet, looking interestedly at the red-haired girl, wondering why she was fidgeting. She claimed to be fine, so Xaod didn't question her.

Watching as the pale elf came back into the room, Xaod wondered who would be next to go in the room. Darien echoed his thoughts, asking the pallid, bald elf who was to be next. Grabbing another goblet and a couple of pastries, Xaod wondered what the man would possibly have that would appease to him.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on September 23, 2005, 07:27:22 AM
The Ghost is highly pleased with the arrangement with the duke. He leaves the room with a slightly smug look.As he leaves, he sees Guoranala giving him a pleased look, and The Ghost returns that look. Then The Ghost sees the Nystacea woman coming towards him. The Ghost thought to just punch the bitch and make sure that inane conversation didn't happen, but he WAS in a fairly pleasant mood, so he decided against it. Instead he merely acknowledges her.

What Do YOU want?

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 23, 2005, 07:49:22 AM
GUORANALA

Guoránála gazes around the room with hooded eyes. He  hears the big half-elf called Guláth call out to the him: “So who’s next?” Ahh, so impatient, thinks Guoránála. Just like a half-breed - though this one is even more human-like than most, he thinks with a curl of his blackened lip. His eyes slide unhurriedly from the assassin to the dark-bearded man who shares Darién’s profession. His gaze lingers upon Xaod for a long moment before it drops to the shaking, fidgeting woman who sits on the floor near the men. Guoránála looks at her, tightly controling his expression so as to frighten her as little as possible. He waits, composed, for Rheine to meet his gaze. When she does, he nods his head slightly to her, and says in his papery, raspy voice, “You”.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on September 23, 2005, 03:10:22 PM
Rheine looked up as the pale elf-thing stepped out of the room with the duke, appearing quite smug. She ran a hand through her hair again, blinking and watching Nystacea start approaching him. Swallowing, she looked around at the other two men, then around the room again, as she scratched the back of her neck.

Though she was trying to avoid looking at him, Darien's comment to Guoranala caused Rheine to let her eyes meekly trail over to him . . . and found him staring right back. Her skin went pale, and her eyes instantly darted to the floor beneath her, as a chill ran up her spine. Rubbing her arms, she gritted her teeth tightly as she heard him say, "You."

Swallowing again, she looked at the others and then got up, and began walking towards the door. She rubbed her eyes, and flicked her hair back with her hands a few times, running her fingers through it to try and pull out the tugs and make it look as well as possible. She grabbed one of her shaky hands, trying to keep still and stop her nerves from quivering so much.

As she approached Guoranala and the door, she swallowed again, furrowed her brow, and straightened her back, and attempted to make her face look as calm as possible.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 26, 2005, 06:30:22 PM
As Nasty approaches the pale elf, he turns to her with a half-sneer and asks "What Do YOU want?" just as Darien calls out to the Duke's advisor, asking him who was to be next. The dark-elf merely stares at him, so Nasty turns back to the pale one and asks quietly, "What happened in there?" The elf just smirks and wanders away.

She is about to call out to the rude, hateful thing when the horrid, raspy voice of the bald dark-elf echoes through the room making even the genteel tones of the musicians in the corner sound sinister. "You," he says. Nasty turns quickly around to see who the dark-elf is addressing. She shares a brief glance with Rheine before the twitching, fidgetting girl gets up and walks jerkily toward the door. The door is closed behind her, and Nasty's attention returns to the two assassins. She looks over at them as if to say, so, what do you think of that?




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 27, 2005, 01:23:22 AM
She was certainly fidgeting like some kind of drug-addict, And Darién still tried to figure what the use of this woman would be.
The wine started to kick in, and he wondered wat rheine's possible reward could be,  It was quite obvious now that she would also return happy, since the duke simple tried to motivate everyone by giving personal rewards to each one of the team.
He kept standing at the table and waited…. For his turn to meet the duke. His thoughts about Nasty blurred away as he wondered what his demand for the duke would be. He already was rich, Even though he never kept all of his money on him. And of course the guards had stripped him from every worthy procession he had before he was thrown into jail.
As he wondered for a few moments he noticed nasty again.
Darién nodded her to come, somehow he had the urge to touch her, But yet he also didn’t want to spoil it with her for the rest of the journey.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 9/28/05 16:02


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on September 27, 2005, 08:08:22 AM
Watching the red-headed girl walk shakily out of the room, Xaod turned his single eye to Nystacea, catching her expression. Smiling, Xaod just shrugged, wondering what was wrong with the jerky girl. Finishing his wine, Xaod took another one, feeling the effects of the alchohol.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on September 29, 2005, 08:21:22 AM
Nasty’s skin crawls as Darien motions for her to come over – she sees an unhealthy gleam in his eyes. Shrugging off his invitation, she wanders away from the three men, taking a walk around the room. She gazes at the tapestries which hang between the evenly spaced red drapes, stopping before one which portrays a battle for a small village which is built on the banks of a wide river with seven waterfalls. Ah, she thinks. This must be Marcogg before it was a city. Her mind wanders as she stares at the tapestry, slowly sipping her wine.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 30, 2005, 03:38:22 AM
The woman wondered off to look at some painting,
And Darién sipped again from his third bottle of wine, purely out of boredom. He rather left this place to check the status in the streets… What would Lord Bolvidar think of him? The man who gave him his last job, Bolvidar had sent him to assassinate the leader from the opposite guild, Yet he got captured before he could even start on this job. It would definitely hurt his reputation. He was someone who was known to always get the job done. Yet there where more troubles that burdened his mind. He had lost communication with the underworld for too long.
As Darién was lost in thought he noticed the others who where probably also thinking about different things, The pale ghostly elf was probably amused by the duke’s offer, But certainly not excited. Darién wondered if he even could laugh, Since the elf’s facial expression only gave away bitter hatred for everything and everyone. Darién liked the guy, because he knew he and that ghostly figured where on the same line of thought. Then Darién noticed Xaod, Who was only eating and sipping his wine, Just waiting to kill time. And the woman Nastycea who would probably not be very comfortable with all these violent killers and was probably even more uncomfortable with him, trying to attract her, Hell! She was dead-serious pondering about how to handle this life-threatening situation and how to handle the meeting with the duke and all he could think about was sex!
Even tough the party materials seemed okay, The tension in the room was killing. Xaod and the ghostly pale elf had already released their aggression, But Darién wouldn’t be surprised if one of them would kill another in the very near future…
And the girl who had to go to the duke was certainly without doubt tripping from having missed her drug. She probably was just one of those cheap whores spending their time with smugglers and thieves, Fuckin’ them to get whatever she desired.
Yes Darién noticed this strange tension in the room and also he was suffering from it. He had been drinking uncontrollably and was still doing it. Even tough he knew it wasn’t wise, he kept drinking. And would soon face the duke…. Drunk…

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 9/29/05 19:39


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on October 03, 2005, 05:00:22 AM
The Ghost wanders away from the stupid woman and goes to stand next to the musicians. Their gentle music amuses him, for the feelings around the room were definitely not gentle. The weak woman was now in the room with the Duke, and the man he had hit with the goblet was speaking with various other people.

I wonder, The Ghost thought, whether or not the Duke's deal is revoked if i kill his Musicians....

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 03, 2005, 06:40:22 AM
GREGAN, WHISTLE-PLAYER

And, break... and two-two-three, three-three-Aargh!

So runs Gregan's train of thought as he looks up from his music to see one of the Duke's guests - a pallid elf who is nearly as fearsome-looking as the Duke's advisor - standing over him with death in his eyes.

Gregan's whistle makes a loud, off-key squawk as his breath explodes out of him in sudden fear, his heart beginning to race. Fixing his eyes squarely on the music stand before him, he plays more quietly so as to hide his now quivering notes - a result of his destroyed breath control - beneath the music of the other players. It is only then that the man notices a distinct shakiness in the music coming from all of their instruments. A colourful comparison to the junior apprentices' cacophonous practices pops into his mind, and a mixture of pride and stubbornness steels his resolve, allowing him to get his breathing back under control.

As he begins to play more loudly, he hears the grating of steel on scabbard, and notices in his peripheral vision that two of the Duke's personal guards have come to stand in front of the four players, protecting them from this horrendous elf. The music from all of then regains its strength at this, and they play a little louder in defiance... but only a little.




NYSTACEA

A loud, off-key squawk from the instrument of one of the musicians breaks Nasty's reverie, and she turns to see the pale elf who was meant to be travelling with them standing over the musicians looking... well, looking much like he usually did, really, but at the poor people who are all four trying most assiduously not to look in his direction. Two guards draw their swords and move around to the front  of the musicians, saying nothing but keeping their eyes on the pale one and their swords at the ready.

He will be difficult to travel with, that one, thinks Nasty. We have been in here for at least an hour, probably two, and none of us even know his name! And yet he was first to see the Duke. Whatever that means. She goes to sip from her cup and realises that it is empty. With a grunt of annoyance she crosses the room to where the servants stand, still holding their trays but with their eyes firmly fixed upon the musicians and their plight. She swaps her goblet for a fresh one, and picks up two small savouries. Popping one into her mouth, she walks back toward Xaod having decided to make conversation. It might be a long wait, she thinks. And if it isn't that, it will probably be a longer walk.




Nasty Lady

Edited by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter at: 10/23/05 22:13


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on October 03, 2005, 09:05:22 AM
Xaod turned toward the musicians as the music changed with an off-key squawk. Xaod had not really noticed the musicians before, not being much for music, but now he saw that there were four. The pallid elf was staring hungrily at them, sending a slight shiver down Xaod's spine. Grabbing a fruit-filled pastry, the assassain chewed on it thoughtfully as he watched two guards draw weapons and stand around the musicians.

Before he could contemplate this further, Xaod noticed Nystacea walking towards him. Inclining his head slightly to her, Xaod peered at her with his single eye.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 04, 2005, 01:58:22 AM
Darién for a moment lost in thoughts, rudely awakened by a glitch in the music, Stood alert and watched around the room. He saw how Xaod’s attention was focussed on something, And so he looked in the same direction only to notice two armed guards ready to kill the ghostly figure. This ghostly figure had impressed Darién more then he could even admit, And would maybe be the only real worthy one to travel with, The others where all definitely inferior to him. And now the duke was getting rid of this guy? Sending his armed warriors to dispose of him? Was this Duke such an untrustworthy guy? … Darién knew something wasn’t right in this situation but acted (as he did under influence) spontaneously, without suffering the consequences. He grabbed an empty bottle (grasping it as a club) ready to strike. Blood pumped trough his veins in a faster rate, as if his rage was starting to get the upper hand.
But all this…. Was just for one simple moment, The rage cooled off before he was even at the scene. Was he risking his life for somebody? In gods name why?!!  Beyond all reason!….
And as he slowed his pace he came to another conclusion that fuelled his rage once more…
Wasn’t  one of these guards not one of the same guards that arrested him, The one responsible for him being in this situation? He who dares to bring him in such a humiliating position, locking him up in a prison for days…. Yes he clearly recognised his face as he appeared next to the ghost. Darién stood there, and he was only a man of average size but somehow overwhelming in confidence, strength and agility. But with a blur for his eyes… A certain death was noticeable in his vision. Something that almost seemed un-human. Hatred, Chaos and revenge….
He was hyper-active in his mind, As if his mind was sleeping one moment, put into a box, stirred trough a tornado and released, but yet not a single motion of his body acted like this. Only his eyes betrayed his current state of mind.
And now he could take a closer look upon the guard that was brave enough to confront him with seven of his buddy’s to arrest him. This guy was the one that triggered the alarm to his capture, Who had probably watched him all night, Observing his patterns, Knowing when to strike… When he was most helpless…. No Darién was not as drunk as the last time,… Darién’s reflexes could have degraded a bit but he was fully aware of the situation.
Only a sword separated the one ped of space between the two, Allowing the guard to keep his distance from Darién; who was staring him straight in the eyes. Keeping his bottle hanging passive but with tense muscles at his right. You!…. He spoke almost whispering, but yet in bitter hatred. As if he vomited the words, Seeing such a repulsive creature,… A voice that could chill people’s skin to the bone. It was during such actions that he was no longer reasonable, No longer capable of having any emotion. This was as deadly he could get. But he didn’t strike. No… Even tough every sense in his body was tingling to strike this man, He knew he would not be able to pull it off and walk out alive…. But then again,…

He wasn’t afraid to die either…….


It was as if a countdown had started, A short fusion, An accident waiting to happen.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 10/3/05 21:20


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on October 04, 2005, 01:25:22 PM
As the Guards come over to protect the incompetant musicians, The Ghost smirks derogatoritively. He looks the closest guard in the face, and his smile widens. Two armed and armored opponents, and The Ghost without a weapon. Psychological warfare was the weapon of choice here.

The Ghost slowly walks away, and goes to the food table. He picks up a handfull of vinterberries and turns back towards one of the guards protecting the musicians.

The Ghost tosses one of the vinterberries towards the guard, trying to make the berry fall into the man's army. The Ghost made sure one of the heavy Goblets was within reach.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 06, 2005, 05:11:22 AM
As determined as she was to start a conversation, Nystacea is at something of a loss when she reaches the man. Deciding not to go with a feeble 'um, hello', she just stops and stands by Xaod. Watching as the pale elf's plan is foiled by the guards, she sees him cross the room to near where she and Xaod are, and pick up a handful of vinterberries from a servant's tray and throw them one-by-one at the guards.

Nasty sighs and shakes her head. "An uglier four-year-old I have never seen," she mutters with a grin to Xaod. "He will be a hard one to travel with, don't you think?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on October 06, 2005, 05:24:22 AM
Xaod watched as the pale elf figure threw a berry at one of the guards, seemingly intending a fight. Turning his head as Nasty spoke, smirking at her comment.

" Yeah, he'll be exceedingly difficult to handle. I don't intend to let him live very long, I really don't relish traveling with the fool." He mutters to Nasty under his breath. " Though of course, I don't see any reason I should undertake this quest. It's not really my thing. If it was infiltration, then this'd be just another job, but research... Grimacing, Xaod shrugged.

I don't think this man playing at being king can offer me anything I need. This isn't my kind of work, I don't really need more money. Even if I did, I'd take on some more assignments." Gazing at the woman with his icy eye, Xaod inquired, " So what d'you think about this? Do you think it's possible for all of us to travel together, especially with those filled with hate? What d'you think the man will offer you, to undertake this foolish quest?"



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 06, 2005, 05:59:22 AM
"Yeah, he'll be exceedingly difficult to handle. I don't intend to let him live very long, I really don't relish traveling with the fool." Nasty nods as he says this, but wonders how it will turn out. Her eyes flick to Darien, wondering if he will be any better. Her skin crawls a little... something about that one...

Her attention is recaptured by Xaod as he says "Though of course, I don't see any reason I should undertake this quest. It's not really my thing. If it was infiltration, then this'd be just another job, but research... Nasty grins at his grimace, and listens as he continues.

I don't think this man playing at being king can offer me anything I need. This isn't my kind of work, I don't really need more money. Even if I did, I'd take on some more assignments." Not go? she thinks with alarm, an expression of dismay crossing her face. That would leave me with those two! Well, she thinks hopefully, I don't think it's possible to get out of this, anyway...

Responding to the second part of his last question, she replies: "Money'd do it, for me. And besides, it's been a long time since I've really had anything to do, in particular. It sounds like fun... well, kind of, anyway." She looks around again at the occupants of the room, thinking It would be fun if it weren't for those two. Although I get the feeling that if they eventually decide that they are on our side, they may even be worth the trouble. But who knows.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 11, 2005, 10:34:22 AM
'Pangs', Ducal Guard

This has to be one of the ugliest elves I've ever seen, thinks Madiis 'Pangs' Panglaton as he watches the one who his commanding officer had named as 'the Ghost' walk toward the musicians. He shoots a quick look at his rank-mate, Eltern, and they move, each around the opposite side of the musicians to stand between the players and the elf. Their orders said only not to strike first, but nothing about not killing the Duke's "guests". Come on, you little pompion, lets have it, he thinks, goading the elf in his mind, but outwardly betraying no expression at all.

Just then another man - Darmont? Damien? Something like that - walks over and tries to start something with Eltern, and so Pangs registers, but doesn't really notice the Ghost's smirk, but is noticing enough to be somewhat disappointed when the Ghost walks away. Cutting his losses, Pangs watches the liquored-up Damien character closely, ready to jump to his fellow guard's defence if it comes to that.

*Ponk*....

*Ponk*...

What in... thinks the guard, looking up to find the source of the soft tapping sound on his helmet and breastplate, thinking it might have been dripping water. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the pale elf whose attention seems to be wholly on him. A moment of confusion flickers through Pangs' brain until he sees the vinterberries which are held in the pale, spidery hands. You little..! he thinks in surprise, and then his inner dialog dissolves into laughter. Pangs is naturally a lighthearted man, and all his training is almost not enough to stop him from bursting with laughter at the absurdity of the situation. He does, however, manage to control himself, but a slight bulging of the eyes and pinkening of his skin are observable to those who would see.


Eltern, Ducal Guard


Eltern watched as Darien Gulath approached him. A studious, serious man by nature, Eltern knew the man's name. He had been to the same briefing session in the barracks earlier that day as Pangs - the difference being that he, Eltern, had listened.

"You!" whispers Darien venomously, standing just a sword-length from Eltern, and close enough that the alcoholic miasma of the man's breath reached him quite easily. What? Eltern thinks, confused. What does he want with me? Various explanations flash through his mind - Perhaps he knows me from my wins at the sword tourney? ... No, they said he was an undergrounder. Perhaps he knew Cargane? ...Again, not likely... Drawing a blank and not really interested in anything apart from doing his job and protecting these musicians, he stands passively staring past the man into the room, keeping his sword at the ready and his concious mind tightly focussed on his would-be opponent, ready to defend if need be.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 11, 2005, 01:23:22 PM
With another violent jerk, Kaelan finds himself stumbling into a massive, tacky, square room, big enough to fit an entire war in, he muses. Granted, it would not suit a battle all too well, judging by the drapes, tables, large paintings and, more than anything else, a throne. He shrugs with his right shoulder, and glances for an instant skyward as he walks inward. Give it twenty good minutes of sweat and steel, and it'd be enough for a Losh-Oc massacre.

He forces himself not to cringe as just then his left arm begins tingling in a most painful manner, although his walking ceases altogether. Still, he has not taken the time to tally up the rest of who all may be in here, but the presence of guards or soldiery, which are essentially the same thing, and their edginess is obvious. He himself is feeling a bit out of sorts, as he pats himself with his right arm where twelve of his most popular weapons should be, namely around the belt, and on the back. Thirteen, if he counted the crossbow, and right now, it sounded well worth counting.

Musicians. Not that he had anything particular against musicians, but several factors weighed against this particular group, and a number of them out of their control. The biggest would have to be his lack of weapons, and that made anyone more dangerous than normal. The second would be the music they chose to play. Music fit for... some self-sufficient Baron who thought the world, not just his private palace, should belong to him. From the tension in the air, this fellow probably belongs in a cell as much as Kaelan's last employer, who is sentenced to die shortly.

Finally, his thoughts focus on something entirely different, and his left arm raises a bit at the sight. Food. Once again, the kind of feast one would expect at a party, fit for any and all kinds of miscreants or average guests, which Kaelan is starting to think may not be that much different. Granted, he could be feasting on a homely meal of this morning's bread and cold water, if the bloody guards hadn't managed to catch up to him. But what is done is done, and he feels closer to his weapons now, anyway.

At this he stops, and forces his left arm to return to his side. In complaint, a sharp pain shoots from his shoulder clear to the tips of his fingers, but the arm rests now at his side, and he turns once again, primarily in defiance, further into the room.

Several other people now come into his consciousness. One, a pale elf who is pointlessly pestering the guards surrounding the musicians. Another pair of humans stand a short distance off, talking amongst each other, and by himself elsewhere another elf - no, something is wrong about this elf, but Kaelan can't exactly pin it. Something familiar. Others are in the room, but this is fair enough warning, and Kaelan stops once again, closer to the others, but still obviously by himself.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 10/12/05 6:11


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 14, 2005, 08:04:22 AM
Darién didn’t noticed the newcomer; keeping his eyes fixed upon his opponent’s. Blood is pumping trough his veins, His arm with the bottle starts to give a little twitch from raging nerves. His eyes didn’t blinked once as he stared into the corpse’s. And all this was only getting fuelled by the man’s ignorance, As if the guard thought he would be safe here and now for Darién, with those pity guards spread trough the room here and there. Yes Darién could kill him, he was sure of that. And maybe he would even be given the chance to capture the warriors weapon to slice his way out of here. But little odds with twelve guards, or where it thirteen?, In a secure room with the doors locked… But one way or another this man would feel his wrath
With crunching teeth he spoke on a venomous whisper; You’ve got some nerve to show yourself in my presence…. His eyes thundered and he stepped forward to engage on the guard. It worked threatening and dominating,… Provoking…
He knew that the guard was just like him; bound towards certain rules (orders of the duke),
Darién was now within the man’s sword range. Another step and the man would be within his hitting range.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 10/14/05 0:08


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on October 14, 2005, 12:54:22 PM
The Ghost is slightly annoyed by the apparent amusement the guard was getting from the pestering. Realizing it was a lost cause, The Ghost decided to torment someone a little less....resolute.


The Ghost puts his vinterberries back, and picks up some larger pieces of meat. He then hurls one of them at the nervous flute player.

The Ghost notices that another man has entered the room, but a quick glance does nothing to impress The Ghost, and the newcomer is ignored.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost

Edited by: The Ghost at: 10/14/05 4:55


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Aueniteri on October 16, 2005, 12:20:22 PM
For a time Kaelan simply watches the elf tormenting the guard, but eventually, disregarding better judgment, his peacekeeper training takes control, and he approaches the man with no intent on keeping his motions hidden, and reaches to grab him by the collar and drag him away.


-------------------
Silence! You could give your excuses until Injèrá hides her head from all Santharia, but it will never preserve your life.
I have so sworn...

____________________
Listen to the songbird, don't ignore it...
Legacy of the Songbird

Edited by: Aueniteri at: 10/17/05 4:30


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 17, 2005, 09:45:22 AM
Nystacea stands with Xaod in comfortable silence, watching the two Kuati-skulls try to take on the armed guards.  Her right side tingles slightly, keeping her aware of Xaod’s presence there.  She shakes her head at the idiocy of the two, glancing up to say something to Xaod just as the door opens.  She looks around just in time to see a tall, critical-looking man stumble in.  She watches him as he looks around the room, his eyes settling on the pale elf.  

The elf's attempts to annoy the guard seem to be working - the man's eyes are popping and his face is turning red - but then he stops.  What? thinks Nasty.  Why is he stopping? He looked like he was about to explode! Maybe he was out of berries… no, she realises as she sees the elf replace a small handful of the berries on to the tray, and pick up some meat.  Oho! she thinks. This will be funny…

To her continued surprise, he doesn’t throw the meat at the guard, but at the musician he had been taunting earlier.  Nasty bursts out laughing as the man is caught off-guard, another squawk coming from his instrument.  The new man, however, seems to find this situation anything but funny – he had already started moving toward the pale elf, making a grab for him.  Ooh, she thinks.  Another fight.  This is better than a Ciosan tavern!




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 17, 2005, 11:21:22 AM
Gregan, Whistle-player

And two-three-four, three-three-four, aand break... aaand- *thwack* DRELLDUNG!

Having successfully been able to avoid thinking about his possible mortal peril since the guards had moved in front of them, Gregan was quite startled when a large piece of meat hit him in the side of his face, sticking and sliding down slowly to drop to the marble floor with a sickening noise.  Recovering from the squawk his flute had made when the meat had hit, he kept playing but there was a noticeable shiver in his notes as cold, bloody juices ran down his neck.  Disgusted, he looks up as he plays, past the guard who was standing by him toward the elf.  

Ohh, his eyes... thinks Gregan as a spasm of terror grips him.  Suddenly his gaze is broken as a tall, dark-haired stranger makes a grab for the terrible creature.  Who is this man?  Gregan wonders incredulously, feeling rescued.



'Pangs', Ducal Guard

Pangs is relieved when the elf stops throwing vinterberries at him, and allows himself a small smile of victory to defuse his overwhelming desire to fall about laughing.  Regaining some of his self-possession, he looks over at the elf and then ducks, as a slab of meat goes flying past his face to land with a thwap on the side of the whistle-player’s face.  Torn as he is between defending the musician and laughing, Pangs doesn’t move at all in response to the Ghost’s meat-throw, so he is still nearer to the group of musicians than to the Ghost when Kaelan advances on the elf.



Eltern, Ducal Guard

Despite Eltern’s gaze being directed past Gulath, his conciousness is keenly focussed on the man, noticing his every twitch and motion.  

“You’ve got some nerve to show yourself in my presence,” comes the venomous whisper, carried on the stench of stale liquor.  Gulath steps forward, hefting an empty wine bottle and Eltern realises that he needs to do something now, or he and his fellow guards willl have to kill this one before he even has his audience with the Duke.  Which would have consequences.  Unpleasant consequences.

Eltern turns his gaze to meet the frenzied gaze of the assassin.  “Who do you think I am, sir?” he asks in a professional, brisk tone. “You seem to recognise me but I am afraid I have never seen you before in my life.  Well, apart from in your posters, that is.”




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on October 18, 2005, 02:48:22 AM
The Ghost quite  enjoys the shiver and spasm of terror from the whistle player. He intended to start throwing even more meat, possibly at 2 or 3 of the guards, but is interrupted as a dark haired man starts to come toward him with obvious intentions.

The Ghost waits until the man is close, and when the man reaches for him, The Ghost makes a grab for his wrist.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 19, 2005, 11:41:22 AM
Kaelan's reaction is spontaneous; fast and sudden but not startled. His right hand instantly pulls back toward him the instant the elf takes hold. This is his first motion; note motion one. This effect is caused by the fact that Kaelan, although a superb bladesman and a self-sufficient brawler, has little skill when it comes to grappling, or fighting done by holds and constant contact with one's opponent. The purpose of this motion is to remove it from his opponent's grasp, its likeliness of success is slim, although dependent primarily on his opponent's determination to be jerked violently toward Kaelan.

As his captive hand is moving toward himself, his left hand, cupped slightly and at ready, neither fisted nor open, but somewhere in between, moves up to level with his chest. This is his second motion, although the time between the initiation of both motions is negligible, this one is begun slightly after his right hand begins to move toward himself. This is caused by the fact that the motion of his right hand is a forced habit, a spontanteous reaction to the situation caused by his opponent taking hold of his wrist. The motion of his left hand to directly in front of his chest, almost a palmspan's distance out, is caused by the fact that his opponent would now, under consideration that said opponent has not released Kaelan's right wrist, would be moving slightly toward Kaelan. The purpose of this motion is several-fold.

From this position a brawler such as Kaelan could easily parry an intended attack, smash his opponent's ribcage to pulp in a single strike, hold his opponent back, drive a blow into his opponent's chin, neck, side, or face, pending a slight motion of the body, or simply remain as spacing, to keep his opponent from coming into direct contact with his body. This effect, avoiding that close of contact, is particularly desirable in the current situation, as the Ghost is, to all appearances, an assassin, and with some experience with assassins, Kaelan knows this at least: the direct contact, without any distance and thus less time, could easily be fatal.

And thus he moves; to summarize, jerking back the hand the Ghost grabs, and raising the other to directly level with his chest.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 10/27/05 6:45


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on October 22, 2005, 10:20:22 AM
After listening to Nasty's reply, Xaod is distratcted by the events around him. In amusement, the assassain watches Darien's and the Ghost's antics with the guards and musicians. Yet another newcomer came in, dark-haired and dark complexion, and almost immediately went to fight with the pale elf. Xaod watched all this with a certain amusement, mixed with disgust at his new companions. Then, remembering Nasty, Xaod turns to the woman.

Nodding to her, Xaod replies, Just look at these idiots, picking fights with armed guards, teasing helpless musicians. It's somewhat amusing however, but childish. Shaking his head, Xaod continues. I suppose we have little choice but to go on this quest, but I loath the thought of traveling with these hateful fools. Then looking Nasty up and down, Xaod smirks slightly. I'm glad at least, that I will have some decent company.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on October 22, 2005, 02:12:22 PM
Rheine comes through the open door from the duke's room and looks out over the ballroom. Things hardly looked any different from when she had left. There were still senseless fights going on. Kack, there was even a new comer here . . . another adventurer for their pretty dragon-slaying, ancient-sword-finding group. Wonderful.

With a sigh, she began walking over to Nystacea, the only one in the group she actually liked so far.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 10/22/05 6:12


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 24, 2005, 08:00:22 AM
Guoránála

From his place in the shadows behind the throne, Guoránála continues to watch the group.  Hearing the door to the anteroom open, he turns to study the red-headed human as she exits and then stops and surveys the room.  Guoránála’s blackened lips twist in the approximation of a smiles at her unimpressed sigh, and he watches as she begins the walk across the room to the other woman, Nystacea, and the male, Xaod.  The door closes behind her but moments later it opens again and a guard issues from within.  He stops a distance away from Guoránála and relays the Duke’s message to the styros.  Nodding dismissal to the guard, Guoránála once again moves his vulture-like figure into the light, stopping in front and slightly to one side of the throne.  His feverish red eyes stare peircingly down at the boorish oaf Gulath, waiting unwaveringly until he turns his attention toward him.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 24, 2005, 08:24:22 AM
Nystacea

“I'm glad at least, that I will have some decent company”, says Xaod, looking her up and down.  Nasty smiles almost – but not quite – shyly, feeling a butterfly flit around her stomach as she returns his appraising gaze.  I wonder what the sleeping arrangments will be like tonight, she thinks to herself idly.  The smile slides off her face as she decides that they will probably just be thrown into this place’s dungeons for the night.  

“I wonder what’s keeping- ” she begins, just as the door opens and Rheine steps out, looking around the room.  The red-head looks over at Nasty and walks toward them, Nasty moving a few steps to meet her.  “What happened?” She asks of Rheine.  As she looks she notices the calmer change in the girl-woman’s demeanour.  

Slowly an awareness of a certain stillness which was not there before penetrates her conciousness and she looks up to see the vuture-like elf, the Duke’s advisor, standing at the front of the dias staring with a penetrating but unhurried gaze at Darien.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on October 24, 2005, 09:11:22 AM
Rheine comes to a stop and folds her arms over her breasts as she looks at Nystacea, resting her weight on her left leg. The woman asked her what was going on in the room, and Rheine just rolled her eyes. She felt it was pretty obvious what he was doing--trying to make people interested in his feffing quest.

"Same thing he's doing with everyone... offering you rewards for going on this damn quest of his and trying to hide the fact that he'll probably kill you if you don't." She looks over at Xaod, then back to Nystacea. The two had looked like they were chatting each other up when she had come out the door, and she had noticed Nystacea fancying the man earlier as well. Personally, Rheine didn't know if she liked him. He was good looking, but the eye . . . was kind of disgusting. Why couldn't there be any normal good-looking guys? That weren't feffing elf-things? Not like the two elves in the ballroom were anything to speak of for the average of elf-kind--both were quite ugly-looking compared to most elves she had seen.

She smirked and was about to ask Nystacea about her "relationship" with Xaod, but noticed Nystacea's gaze get distracted, the woman's eyes trailing over Rheine's shoulder to look behind her. Rheine follows the look with a twist of her head, peering at the elf-thing as it stares menacingly down at Darien. Rheine scrunches her face together and slowly turns back to Nystacea. Yeah. She had definately seen better-looking elves. "Damn that elf-thing is disgusting. Hey, you noticed he looks like the other one's daddy, too?" She gestures over towards the Ghost as she smirks. They were pretty alike, considering their pale skin and red eyes. Only difference that she could tell--not like it was easy to tell apart elves--was their age, and the older one's baldness.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 10/24/05 3:09


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 25, 2005, 06:57:22 AM
“Who do you think I am, sir?” The guard asks in a professional, brisk tone. “You seem to recognise me but I am afraid I have never seen you before in my life. Well, apart from in your posters, that is.”

But the man’s words meant nothing to Darién. As if he felt the gaze of the elf in his back he turned and looked straight back at him. For a moment his interest in killing this guard was gone and he also noticed that the woman who left earlier to see the duke was now back and present in the room. Was it his turn?



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 25, 2005, 07:06:22 AM
Guoránála

As the Gulath oaf turns to meet his gaze, Guoránála smirks and gestures in a faux-courtly manner toward the open door to the anteroom, indicating that it is indeed Darien's turn to meet with the Duke.  His eyes stay focussed on the half-elf as he waits to see him enter the room.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on October 25, 2005, 07:31:22 AM
Darién still annoyed by the guard stretched his arm with the bottle and pointed it at him. I’l be dealing with you later. He speaks now with a voice that is louder but less angry.
It is that he almost forgot the reason for his capture, And he would soon see what rewards would wait for him here once he faced the duke.
Darién placed the bottle on the table and walked towards the door, His eyes shot into the room one last time before he entered.  



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on October 25, 2005, 09:15:22 AM
Xaod listens as Nasty is about to speak, but she's cut off as Rheine walks back into the room, looking a good deal calmer. Xaod watches as the two women speak, hoping Rheine would give some clue as to what Solen was offering them. Unfortunately, the red-headed girl didn't give any hints, so they were going to have to find out for themselves.

Staring at Darien as he left for his turn with the Duke, Xaod couldn't help wondering what the Duke could possibly offer him. Sure, he liked earning money, but this wasn't the way he did it. He could get an assignment and be done with it in under a week. This quest wasn't his kind of work, and it promised to take awhile.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 26, 2005, 06:47:22 AM
Nasty watches as Darien walks through the door.  From her angle by the wall with the food, she cannot see in to the room at all, and her curiosity makes her take a few steps toward the door before it is shut from within.  Disappointed, she turns back to Xaod and Rheine, shrugging.  

She had felt short-changed by Rheine's answer, and was now more intensely curious than ever about what lay beyond the door.  None of those who had so far gone in had come out hurt or anything - in fact, the exact opposite had happened, and they had both looked a lot better than when they'd gone in.  Well, not that that means much as far as the elf-thing is concerned.  She glances over to where he and the newcomer had been fighting when she last looked, briefly registering their forms but otherwise ignoring them.

"So," she asks the two before her, trying to more subtly probe Rheine for information:  "D'you think he'll throw us back in the dungeons tonight, or what?  I for one don't relish another night on cold stone."




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on October 27, 2005, 03:39:22 PM
Back in the cell? Probably. Rheine opened her mouth to say this, but quickly stopped again, recalling briefly something the duke had hinted at. Something about having her things delivered to her room? They were getting rooms tonight? She doubted he meant a cell, so that meant they'd actually get a decent stay this night. Her lips curled in a smile as she said, "Actually, we're getting our own rooms tonight... at least he hinted at it when I was in there."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 28, 2005, 01:25:22 PM
"Our own rooms?" she responds, surprised and pleased.  "Well, you must have made an impression.  Hopefully we all have the same good fortune."  Glancing over at the door again, she resigns herself to not knowing until it is her turn.  She refreshes her glass from a nearby servant and waits to see if Rheine has anything else to share about her time with the Duke.  "So, what's he like?" she asks.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on October 28, 2005, 04:34:22 PM
As soon as The Ghost's hand clenched around the foolish man's wrist, the man, snapped his wrist back in a feeble attempt to dislodge The Ghost's hand. The Ghost held on Tenaciously as the fool brought up his left hand in a semblance of defence against The Ghost. The Ghost, still near the table, remembered the goblet he had placed near himself to use against a guard. With his left hand, The Ghost grabbed the goblet. Then with the hand holding onto the mans wrist, The Ghost jerked down, hoping to bring the entire man's body somewhat off balance. At the same time, he  swung the goblet with all his might towards the mans head.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on October 29, 2005, 10:30:22 AM
Xaod listens to the two females speak, glad that they would have their own rooms. He didn't want to spend the night in another dungeon cell. His eyes flickered over to the two men who were locked in combat, wondering if he should join in. He did want to get the elf back for the blow he had landed on him, blood still trickled from his cheek.

He decided to stay out of it for now, he would listen to the women speak a little longer. Hearing Nasty's question to Rheine, Xaod snorted. "What do you think he's like? Some stuck up, rich noble who thinks he can do whatever he wants. He's just trying to impress us with promises he wont keep, or empty threats. He's sending us on a pathetic quest to search for some stupid made up sword, in an attempt to bring power and purpose to his miserable life."



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on October 29, 2005, 12:01:22 PM
Nasty has a few things going for her.  She is not particularly strong or good in a fight, nor is she particularly perseverant at anything, but she does have the benefit of being intelligent.  When she actually decides to use this intelligence, Nasty can be formidable.  So it is that Nasty sighs inwardly when Xaod butts in:

Xaod you ass, she thinks. Let the woman speak!  Or do you want to wager your life on your biased guesses?  She manages to hold her tongue, merely giving Xaod a quelling look, before turning back to Rheine to let her answer the question as she sees fit.  

Privately she thinks that Xaod is probably quite correct, but she doesn't want to judge the Duke before she has all the evidence, and doesn't want to waste Rheine's valuable first-hand experience.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 31, 2005, 04:56:22 AM
His right arm was jerked downwards, pulling his weight off to that side, and he found himself starting to lean in that direction. However, with both his feet planted firmly on the floor, he was not going over. This lean, however, may have been as much an act of providence in his favor as well as a hindrance. His left arm having dropped completely toward the right in an attempt to assist his balance, he brought it now around in a powerful cleave through his opponent's midsection at roughly the same time as he was struck. The power of his own blow was not altered by this, although at the instant of the strike a massive white spark appeared in his vision.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 11/3/05 4:38


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 04, 2005, 09:24:22 AM
Guoránála

Watching as the one who calls himself the Ghost grapples with the most recent arrival whom he has not yet identified, Guoránála's sharp elven hearing picks up a commotion coming from outside the main doors to the throneroom.  Moving around the edge of the room so as not to have to interact with the tiresome prisoners, he walks up to the doors, listening with his elven ears to the conversation which was muted by the wood of the door so that not even the guards standing next to him could hear what was going on, let alone the rest of the people in the room.  

"No, sir," comes the chastened voice of a young guard in response to his superior's voice.
"So you took the wrong man from the dungeons, allowed him to escape, and then when you finally recaptured him you didn't think to check his identity, but instead just brought him here?"
"Uh... yes sir, but-"
"No buts soldier.  It'll be your head on the block for this one.  Now get in there and tell the Duke what you've done!"

Silence, and the sound of a key turning.  Guoránála moves back just enough so that the young man in prison-guard's livery doesn't barrel in to him as he strides nervously through the now half-open door.  The fright on his face as he finds the Duke's evil-looking advisor standing before him as if he has been waiting for him brings an amused sneer to the Iferhem's blackened lips.  "Oh! Uh, excuse me, my Lord but ah-" the young man peers over the elf's shoulder "-is the Duke here?  I ah... I need to speak to him," he says, a mixture of fear and shame on his youthful features.  

"The Duke is busy," Guoránála replies, watching as hope fades from the young man's face.  "But anything you wish to say to him you may say to me."
"Ah, well m'lord," begins the guard, "I work in the prisons and I uh... I made a mistake."  The fear on the man's face and in his voice is so strong the elf can nearly smell it and it half amuses, half annoys him.  "Which one?" asks Guoránála, skipping straight to the point.  Looking just slightly relieved, the guard indicates Kaelan, who in the meantime has been knocked down by the Ghost's blow with the goblet and was struggling upright.  "Take some of your fellows and remove him back to the jails.  I will tell the Duke of the... situation.  Then you will go about your duties.  The Duke will call you when he is ready to speak to you."

The guard swallows nervously and bows his head sharply in aquiescence.  He then enlists the help of three other guards and between them they manhandle Kaelan out of the room.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 06, 2005, 06:55:22 PM
Darién made his way back in the ballroom; quickly readjusted to the dim lights in this room and saw a figure being dragged away from the site. Consumed in thought he forgot about the guard which he would gladly kill and instead opened another bottle. A bottle of R’union brandy was discovered amoungst the other drinks. Some tasty strong  liquor, This was what he had been looking for. He took a big zip. He felt the liquid slide all the way trough his throat and into his stomach. Yes this was the good stuff… immediately the world started to spin before his eyes for a small second. With a satisfied smile on his head he lured into the room waiting, but rather impatiently.  

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 11/9/05 23:23


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on November 07, 2005, 02:40:22 PM
Grunting as the warrior's blow hit him in the ribs, The Ghost continued swinging his goblet. The momentary pain of the warriors attack was forgotten as soon as The Ghost felt the goblet hit the man in the temple. Leaping back to let the man bleed a little and to get out of the man's striking range, The Ghost decided the man was going to die very soon.

Unfortunately, three guards soon grabbed the warrior, and took him out of the room. Looking around, The Ghost saw the duke's advisor and immediately concluded that he was at fault. The Ghost decided he now disliked the elf far more than he disliked everyone else in the room.

Angered by the fact that he couldn't kill the warrior, The Ghost hurled the goblet at the whistle players head, and starts stalking to the food table, near where the other patrons of the room were talking.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on November 11, 2005, 11:45:22 PM
"What's he like?" Rheine repeated, pausing for a few seconds. She opened her mouth to begin, but was then interupted by Xaod. Rolling her eyes, she curled her lips into a smirk as she listened to him. He was pretty much right, of course. With a tilt of her head, she looked back over at Nystacea, and nodded, "He's about right. He'll try and woo you and make you feel all special and that he's the good guy... but you saw what he did to Zavosh. You see the disgusting elf-thing that is like his advisor or whatever. And he's a feffing noble. He's about as rotten as they come."

She paused for a second, then looked around the room. She quickly returned her gaze back to the group, and then finished, "Still. He's filthy stinking rich. And that's the only reason *I'm* agreeing to this feffing escapade. There's at least *some* chance of making it big, and I'm gonna take it."

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 12, 2005, 08:21:22 AM
Guoránála

Locking the door after the guards' exit with the prisoner, Guoránála turns his hunched, vulturine frame back into the room.  Ahh, the impatient one returns, he thinks as he sees Darien make his way to the servants' tray.  Guoránála moves silently up behind Nystacea and stands at her shoulder, peering at the woman's thin face.  "You are next, woman," he grates.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 13, 2005, 09:07:22 AM
Gregan, Whistle-player

Gregan just barely ducks the goblet and feels his face contort as anger rushes through him.  He half-lunges from his seat to attack the Ghost in the back with his instrument, until his sense and musicianly sense of decorum (not to mention the arm of the large guard who stands between himself and the elf) gets the better of him and he reseats himself.  He resumes playing the music, but keeps a narrowed eye on the elf.



Nystacea

While Rheine seems to think, Nystacea looks idly over to the pale elf's battle with the newcomer.  As she looks, she notices the Duke's advisor walking to the main doors where he stops, seemingly staring  at the wood.  She is about to mention something about the elf's strange behaviour to her companions when the main doors open and a nervous-looking guard comes through.  Nasty is surprised to note that no thoughts of escape cross her mind as the doors open.  I am too interested to know what this Duke has to say to leave yet!, she thinks.  After a short, muttered conversation, the guard and a few other armed men and women pull the newcomer off the first elf, dragging him from the room.

Well, that was a quick appearance.  I wonder what that was all about? she thinks.  She is about to speak again when Rheine responds.  ...About as rotten as they come, thinks Nasty, mulling over Rheine's reply.  She looks up, her attention captured by a clatter from the musicians' corner.  The white-haired elf stalks toward them, apparently angered by the loss of his latest opponent.  "Here comes the ugly one," she warns Xaod and Rheine, only to - with a surprised squeak and jumping turn - find herself face to face with the other ugly one, the Duke's advisor.  "Uh..." she begins, but decides not to say anything lest she look like the dithering fool she feels for reacting that way.  Today has been full of wrong-footing moments, she thinks, glancing at Xaod as she makes her way to the door behind the throne.  She gives the Gulath man a nod as she passes him by the door, and enters the anteroom.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on November 14, 2005, 12:01:22 AM
Xaod listened to Rheine, hearing what he had expected. This Baron was rubbish, scum no better than the rest of this lot of criminals. He was trying to tempt them with wealth, though would probably kill them when the returned. Of course, they didn't really have any choice, so at least for now they'd have to play along.

At Nasty's warning, Xaod turned to look at the pale, red-eyed elf as he strode toward them. The assassain's lip curled in distaste, still remebering the fight. Before he could do anything, Xaod heard Nasty squeak, and turned to see her being led away with the bald elf. Xaod smiled at her as she glanced back at him, then turned his attention back to Rheine, leaving it up to her whether or not to start a conversation.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 17, 2005, 10:25:22 PM
The strange feeling simply isn’t passing, As if he had lost a battle. He was seduced by a duke and had accepted the quest. But Darién’s previous hostility for this high bunch of nobles had not gone away completely. He couldn’t be hostile one moment and satisfied a next. He did not like the idea of being a puppet controlled by anyone. It was a mere power play, And Darién was quite aware of it that he could not impress the lands of authority and law in this particular case. This was the first time the duke was now an ally. But nevertheless Darién felt like a pawn. He rather worked off his own scheme. But he grinned “maybe it’ll still come to that’. I’m pretty sure that I will have plenty of opportunity to exploit my business here…

Darién thought about the men he was supposed to kill tonight. Even tough these men’s lifespan would not be very long, they where still lucky to not have met him…

Darién waited, Getting more drunk by the moment. He would’ve rather left now, But there still seemed to be a reason for the duke to keep them here even tough it was allready in the midst of night…

Darién’s mind; Something beyond normal humanity. He had been here in this city for over two months now? He hereby had lowered his lifespan drastically; that was if he would stay in the city. Yet the more of a challenge it became for him. The Duke had offered him this reward and thus it was Darién’s mission now.
For the rest of the evening he waited, Secluded in a dark corner. Not sure of what to think just eager to start the mission. And to try out his reward for the night.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on November 18, 2005, 05:42:22 PM
Rheine noticed the pale bald elf approach Nystacea from behind, and grew rather stern-faced as she peered over at him behind Nystacea's shoulder. Feffing elves. They didn't like humans, and humans didn't like them. Why couldn't they just stay hidden away with the faeries in their feffing forests instead of lurking around here. At least most of them looked somewhat good, but these two elves here were both quite ugly. She sneered at him as he asked Nystacea to come to the duke's room, and narrowed her eyes at him as he walked away.

She turned her glance over to the other elf, who was, of course, also now approaching them. Great. Rolling her eyes, she glanced at Xaod and stated, "Have fun." then spun on her heels and walked over to one of the waiters to get another drink and some more things to eat. She had no intention of having anything to do with that elf who was supposed to be a part of their "group".

Grabbing a glass and then taking a bite out of something that tasted far better than most of the food she was familiar with, she turned and look around the room. The man who had just been inside with the duke was brooding in a corner now. Might as well join him, she figured. Taking a sip from her glass, she began strolling over towards Darien.

-----
"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne

Edited by: Rheine at: 11/18/05 9:48


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on November 19, 2005, 09:45:22 AM
The GHost saw the duke's advisor take the bolder of the two women away, but that did little to ease The Ghost's boredom.

Hopefully this entire thing would be finished soon, The Ghost did not like to be bored in this cramped room with nothing but overconfident fools, weaklings attempting to be strong in their steel coffins, and the musicians. O how The Ghost LOATHED Musicians.

One of the most dangerous moods The Ghost could ever bein is that of boredom. With boreddom comes being forced to think, with thinking comes remembering, and the unfortunate side of remembering things is the fact of having the memories themselves. The Ghost tried not to remember things he knew should not be remembered, but he could not repress it. He started seeing images, fuzzy at first, but growing in clarity. His son, lying dead and mutilated at The Ghost's feet. His wife, killed and ravaged in The Ghost's bed, her blood smeared on the walls. Alinna, impaled by The Ghost's own sword.....

The Ghost started filling with anger, with Hatred. Anger so profound one cannot articulate the extent of one's ire. Hatred so intense, the worst of punishments are not good enough for the cause of said hatred. The Ghost saw red, and lost himself to his Anger. He became rage incarnate, little more than an animal. He screams in his anguish, and attacks the closest person near him, Xaod, like an animal, With tooth and nail.
The Ghost wildly swings his fists, with no semblance of technique. Just an all out, rage filled, offence.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on November 20, 2005, 12:34:22 AM
Xaod watched perplexed as Rheine walked away, telling him to have fun. Hearing footsteps behind him, the assassain spun around, sending a kick behind him as he did so.

As soon as he completed his spin, he saw the Ghost attacking him like an enraged animal. Catching several blows to the ribs, Xaod tried his best to deflect the elf's attacks, which shouldn't be too hard since the man was attacking in anger. Backing up as he fended off the pale one's attacks, Xaod's back encountered the food table.Growling, the assassain launched an aimed kick intended to take out the Ghost's hip.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 20, 2005, 06:16:22 AM
Pangs, Ducal Guard

Pangs is somewhat amused by the Ghost's behaviour with the cup, but when the elf attacks Xaod, Pangs' body tenses.  There is something different about this, he thinks, his years of training and eventful service as a guard asserting themselves.  Images of the elf's previous behaviour flash across his mind, and he remembers calculated, cold purpose to his actions.  This - this is desperation, he thinks.  What is going on here?  He looks to his captain where he stands by the throne, who gives the signal to approach and restrain the elf.  Six of them move forward from Pangs' side of the room, behind the Ghost, and two others approach from the other side, ready to restrain Xaod if necessary.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on November 24, 2005, 02:54:22 AM
The pale elf stands in his cell, softly muttering an incantation. As he speaks the words he can feel his mind lighten and everything become clearer. In this enlightened state he cerebrated his how he had come to thie dungeon. Several men, presumed to by soldiers, mercenaries, or gaurds of some sort, had found him. He had just cleared his mind of the insanity. There had been several deaths. He had killed the residents of a large farmstead, at least three generations of humans. He had come in the dark of the night; there was a man just comming in from the fields, a quick slice and he would never see his wife again. Then the wife, she had screamed so deliciously. Shocked at the depravity of his own thoughts, Kain pulled away and opened his eyes. I must stay in this moment, I must leave this place. They have taken by physical weapons. Mo'epher is gone, I must find him.

They had taken everything, and he was now robed in filthy prison garb. Yet they had underestimated him, he could still cast magic. Too bad to, for the man who suddenly opens Kain's cell. Not good to scare a man like that. Without even thinking the elf realizes that this was his chance. He grins darkly and mutters Goodbye my friend, the dawn you shall never see. Maybe the gaurd hears it, maybe not. Kain stoops down and searches the spasming, smouldering body. He finds a ring of keys and a long sword, they will have to do. He outside of his cell and begins to search for his equiptment.

It is not long before two other gaurds had felt the shock of a well placed Static Bolt running through their veins. He found his clothing neatly stacked in a room just outside his cell, almost as if they had ment him to have it. Odd, but even enlightened, he did not have the time to think about it, there were anxious footsteps echoing down the sweating stones. His weapons were not here, somewhere else then. He decided to go up, before the gaurds realized just what had happened. They seemed very occupied, maybe otheres had escaped.

Kain sprints down the gilded palace halls. As he runs he tightens the last of his brass buckles and pulls up his hood. His mind lays behind him, racing with images, flashes of the recent past. There's too much blood on his hands, there is so much blood. He takes a sharp corner and slides, almost falling to his knees. The rushing boots of the gaurds speed his movements. Without even looking up he charges down the hall, seeking his blade, he must have Mo'epher. With that dark blade, the nexus of all his anguish, he could burn these gaurds to the ground, and escape. An intersection, were to go? He looks right, then left, then behind his shoulder. The elf growls more than a few of his favorite explicatives. They were comming from every direction, he was surrounded. They only beat him alittle. Not even a drop of blood. They seem to be careful about that.

Four or five gaurds begin to drag him away; he doesn't bothered to count. His body is too busy aching and bruising to feel anything but those ribs which a well placed heavy boot hat bruised. His mind is too busy tearing itself to peices. He is worse they any of the men he had killed. He is terrible and vile. How they had screamed! Little girl, her eyes dark smouldering sockets, charred flesh and dried tears. Strong young man, bowels sliding from a gaping wound, eyes wide in fear and amazment. They all swirl in his head and scream their accusations. He doesn't even notice what the gaurds are saying to him, their jeers just mingle with the rest, scorn and spittle upon his sinful soul.

He is before a large gilded door. It's like a palace, he thought, as two men in perfectly polished armor swing the doors open. The room before him is guilded and very richly adorned. There are many more gaurds and some shady looking characters. Some of whom he recognizes from their wanted posters. Most of all, he recognizes the Ghost. His thoughts are dashed as somebody slams their boot behind his knee. He falls to the polished floor, grunts, and is silent. He will give them all a sample of his powers soon.

One of the men holding him mentions that he should be watched closely, and that they had found more than one of their fellows with strange wounds. After that they let go, and exit the room. Kain crawls to his feet, and ponders. Why would they bring him to a palace room, throne and all? Why had the gaurd come into his cell in the first place. Why are all these scoundrels here? Something odd is happening.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

Edited by: Kain Cristar  at: 11/23/05 22:38


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on November 24, 2005, 11:54:22 AM
The Ghost was not daunted by the hard kick to his hip. He continued his attack, wanting only to destroy life around him.

So intent on his objective was The Ghost, that he took no notice of the six guards who came up to The Ghost, or the newcomer. He knew not of their existence until they grabbed him. Even one of The Ghost's strength can do little against six guards holding them, but that doesn't mean one can't try.

The Ghost thrashed in the grip of the guards, he spit, he hissed, If a hand came towards his mouth he bit. He tried everything to get the guards to release him, but to no avail.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost

Edited by: The Ghost at: 11/24/05 21:02


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 25, 2005, 07:48:22 AM
As Nasty slips back into the throne room, her thoughts are held by the Duke's offer.  Not really seeing the people around her she descends the stairs and wanders back toward where she stood before, sipping liquor from the goblet she brought out with her from the anteroom.  




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 27, 2005, 03:44:22 AM
Darién looked up as some new events had been set in motion. The pale figure seemed to have snapped, Some kind of strange insanity took a hold of the guy, Triggered from out of nowhere.
Darién watched closely as the man attacked Xaod and even tough he received more damage himself he simply kept coming not feeling a grunt of pain. Strange creature… Darién thought. Only a few moments later the guards surrounded Ygryssias and restrained him, Well at least tried to restrain him,…
Darién noticed Rheine who had left Xaod just one moment ago.
Just in time,… Nearly caught in battle!…
He said to her with a amusing smile.
His attention then focussed on the other side of the room where the doors opened and a newcomer was brought in… Another assassin was his guess. Even tough Darién didn’t know the man, he somehow sensed that this guy was different then the others…

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 11/26/05 19:48


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on November 27, 2005, 01:00:22 PM
Kain steadies himself and clears his enlightened mind. He turns and faces Gulath, who is staring right back at him. A deadly man for sure, though with certain weaknesses. Another man he wanted dead. It was the woman next to Darian that intrigues Kain. Her beauty wraps around him and for a moment, there is a strange warmth in the pit of his belly. His cold, dead eyes focus in on her. He feels something strange, a new kind of feeling. He finds no hate or ill will towards her. He feels something entirely different from such emotions. The mage searches his emotions, hoping to find something he can grasp, something he can understand. He finds it. Kain is jealous that the woman stands beside Darien, and hates Darien. Darien and his ilk are the cause of his pain, they ruined everying. Darien would pay for this insult. This hate Kain could grasp, this hate was normal.

As his emotions drift out and in of reality, Kain drinks in the stark wierdness of the current affair. His cunning worked the situation, found questions that needed answers, and gave quick, logical, answers. A group of villains eating like royalty. Obviously they were being used. Somebody wanted their services. With that in mind, he draws deeper into himself and ponders what this group's purpose could be. They would have to be needed for something outside the law. What would this aristocrat want that he could not obtain within the current set of societal rules? Kain quickly scans the room, searching for easy clues. Gilded walls, a giant throne, curtains and velvet. The man obviously is burdened with his own pride. Power? Yes, he wants power. An assassination perhaps. But what would keep them loyal? Once outside of these city gates, they could no longer be threatened with pain. This group of misfits will spilt as soon as the opportunity arises. That or kill itself. To keep this bringands in line, this noble would need seduction. He would need compensation. Things began to fall into place. They would proabably be paid, and each something very differant. As each person wished for someting unlike what which the others wanted. He doubted that this noble was a fool. He would know that niether he, nor the ghost lusted for gold or power. They would need something special. He wondered if that was what the blonde had just come from, but could not be sure. The washroom could be behind those curtains for all he knew. Believing himself to have a basic grasp of the situation around him, Kain moved onto the next objective.

First he makes quick profiles of each of the individuals in the room. Gaurds are insects, he decided, and shall not be considered sentient. That one girl was really quite beautiful, he felt a deep lust rise up in his throat, yet at the same time his lust disgusted himself. That was strange. As he studied her he noticed that her eyes had the look of a kack sniffing whore. An obvious weakness. The Ghost was thankfully restrained, Kain wonders what has brought him into his blood rage. He seemed to be slightly damaged, and had obviously fought today. Darien was getting drunk and sniffing sluts. His body alone showed his prowess, though his actions flashed his dire weaknesses. The dark robed man, who seemed to have only one eye seemed to be strong and agile, yet one eye would give him a weakness also. And lastly there was the blonde. Kain almost ignores her. He can not tell much from her and has never hear nor seen of her before. A wild card, though she did not appear to be threatening. Once again, Kain's eyes stray to the red headed human. There is something about her. I feel something. Something powerfull yet hidden.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

Edited by: Kain Cristar  at: 11/27/05 11:32


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 28, 2005, 05:06:22 AM
Guoranala

Having returned to his place at the left hand of the throne, Guoranala watches the main doors open and close and considers the new arrival.  Kain Cristar.  A small smirk curves his thin, blackened lips as he considers the irony of a self-ordained hero with such a dark path.  Reviewing the information he has on the styros, it is some time before he is satisfied with his conclusions and he allows his eyes to stray from the other elf's tattooed countenance.

Observing the group from his vantage point in the shadow the Iferhem's hooded gaze comes to rest on another type of Shadow, his red eyes lingering on one ruby orb.  He steps forward into a pool of illumination cast by the candles in the half-chandeliers on the walls, and speaks.  "Xaod Shadow" his rusty voice scrapes out.  "Your presence is required," he continues, making a mocking bow in callous reference to Xaod's heritage as he indicates the side door which leads to the anteroom.



Nystacea

Nasty looks up from her introspection as the bald elf speaks Xaod's name, taking a short, startled breath which comes out as a quiet gasp.  She has not forgotten the Duke's thinly veiled threats against her family and the look on the adviser's face makes her insides churn with apprehension for Xaod... until the hardened part of her kicks in and she stomps the butterflies down ruthlessly.  

The slight wide-eyed expression on her face changes to a small frown as her internal dialogue rages. What, I think the man can't take care of himself? she thinks.  Argh! I- her mental voice shouts, I don't even care! Who is this man to me?  Some hot-headed, useless... her ranting peters out and her frown turns into an unreadable expression as she looks at him.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on November 28, 2005, 05:41:22 AM
Kain realizes that he wants to get a closer look at the red head. At first he shuns the thought, and clears his mind. Yet he is drawn to her. Instead of appear as a gnat drawn to the sun, he slowly starts off towards the drinks. Maybe he would catch her name. He is suddenly thankful for the coverage the cloak provides. As he begins the short journey to the food table, he does two things. First he avoids the struggling ghost. Second, he studiously keeps his eyes away from the girl, instead he takes time to contemplate the blonde.

She suddenly grows apprehesive. Because of the one eyed man, perhaps? Her ruby lips gape at the mention of his name. Then a stern expression covers what had existed before. Could she be worried about him? Surely had he cared for the man he would worry. That elf had the look of death about him. Perhaps she had a soft spot. Despite himself, Kain grins.

That is, knocks into the servent he had been aproaching, if it were not for the man's obvious care and training, Kain would have been drenched with honeywine. His gutteral growl and menacing glare dare anybody to comment. With a savage grace, he grabs a goblet of sweet wine from the silver platter on which it rests. Leaning his head back, he shakes his hood off, and lets it rest haphazardly on his shoulders. He lifts the cup to his thirsty lips and sips slowly, feeling the soft radiance slip down this throat. As the smooth elegance swims down his pallet, he finds himself staring off again, back to that beautiful girl. He basks in her beauty, drinking it as her were dying of thirst. He contemplates her existance and his attraction to hers over the wide rim of his vessel. Yes, in image she stuns the observer, yet beneath she is as rotted as the rest of our kind. Yet, how could such a beautiful gift from Ava's plentiful bounties be tainted with such companies as we are? From whence could such a demon of seduction have risen but the soul of the shadow? Yet what do I shun but Ava's gifts, and what am I but an instrument of the shadow? So could this attraction of sorts be justified? Why would she call me with her insidious charms, what spells had she summoned over my weary mind to blind him from her faults, and fashion me from her downfall into her burden, her serf? As he internalizes these feelings, his eyes burn over the lip of his goblet and across her being. Coals of smouldering greys and blues swirl and clash across her soft flesh, the fire of his spirit wreathing itself about her core.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

Edited by: Kain Cristar  at: 12/2/05 1:30


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on November 28, 2005, 09:54:22 AM
Darién’s attention focused back on the struggling ghost, kept trying to evaluate him, yet he couldn’t. What could drive a man into such insanity..? he kept wondering until he noticed the newcomer to have approached. Eating, and then staring into their general direction. Almost seducing Rheine with his eyes…

Darién didn’t know what to think of it. He wasn’t a jealous kind of man, he had no intend in knowing the woman’s feelings. The love in his heart died with almost everyone he knew back in his youth. Vague memories of Zharock and Demion crossed his mind. Also Luciana glimpsed trough his thought, And then her bleeding corpse which he held in his arms. He shook the memory, hating the past. The remaining love he now had could best called lust. He often visited hookers but never had gotten close to anyone. Darién was not an open book. It was also a necessity; for everything he gave away could be used against him by his many enemies.

Something Darién does like is a good competition, and he already considered Rheine to be his property. He stopped studying the newcomer and ignored Kain, looking back in the general direction of where the ghost was still struggling with the guards. The guy would have to go trough him in order to get to any of the woman. And this was something he wouldn’t see happening even tough Darién had no knowledge of Kain.
He watched how one of the guards caught a heavy kick and bounced away only to regroup and take a hold of Ygrassias once again.

Darién saw how the fight continued but didn’t feel the need to interfere. He knew that he could stand his ground, and by showing off his talent he would lose something which could be a critical element to win against one of these guys. Underestimation… When one of these guys would attack him in the future he would show them that he loved to battle more then any single one of them. Yet he felt no need for it now. He had no general disliking for anyone yet. He like the fact that these weren’t ordinary criminals. No everyone of them was unique. They had talents he too could use. He wondered how easily his team could be manipulated. Something he self was quite immune for. Except in the duke’s case that was of course. He had no certainty. It was a bet. Yet reaching the bait was something that would be the question.

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 11/28/05 1:58


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on November 28, 2005, 01:31:22 PM
As fast as it came, as fast as it left.

The Ghost suddenly regained total and complee control of himself. He 'woke up' to being in the arms of six guards, something he did not appreciate at all, something he made the guards aware of very quickly.

Unhand me now. The Ghost menacingly warned.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on November 29, 2005, 06:28:22 AM
The assassain continued to fight off blows from the Ghost, receiving several in the process. Before he had a chance to strike back, six guards came to restrain the Ghost. Xaod watched in amusement, holding up his hands as two more guards came to restrain him, showing that he wasn't going to cause trouble.

Wondering what drove this pale creature to such insanity, Xaod decided to evaluate him later. At the sound of the doors opening, Xaod looked up to see a newcomer dropped onto the floor. The new elf turned his gaze to them all, evaluating them, occasionally looking to Rheine.

Before he could think further, the assassain was distracted as Nasty walked from the sideroom with a thoughtful look on her face. Gazing at her as she walked, the assassain admired her beauty. The rusty sound of the bald elf's voice brought Xaod out of his reverie.Glaring at the creature, the assassain wondered how the elf knew of his last name. It probably wasn't too hard, it was the name he had given himself when he took up being an assassain, and all the wanted posters must carry it. Still, the mocking bow showed Xaod that this elf, and probably the Baron, knew something of his heritage.

Looking once more at Nasty, Xaod took note of the apprehensive look on her face. Pulling his hood up over his head, Xaod turned on his heel and strode silently into the sideroom, growling "Let's see what this pompous fool has to offer"



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on November 30, 2005, 04:42:22 AM
Pangs, Ducal Guard

Pangs clings grimly on to the left arm and shoulder of the elf as he kicks and writhes in his and the other guards' grip.  What is wrong with this elf?  he wonders.  The thought of demons crosses his mind and he shudders, his grip loosening just as a strange change seems to come over the lean but hard muscle beneath his grasp.  Pangs feels the elf at once relax, ceasing to struggle, but also to tighten his muscles.  The elf pitches his voice at 'menacing' and says "Unhand me now".  After a moment's consideration Pangs does just that, certain that whatever odd fit had taken the elf has passed.  As he and his rank-mates turn to resume their places, Pangs uses all his training to ignore the strange, worried feeling in his chest.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 01, 2005, 04:57:22 AM
Xaod's departure leaves Nasty standing alone with the pale elf who had just tried to fend off six guards.  With a sideways look she moves away from him to where the servants stand with the food trays.  Picking up a sweet pastry she looks at the new person, the man who had not been there when she left.  With the angle he is standing, all she can see of him is the set of his shoulders and the side of his hood.  "Hello", she says warily, then nibbles on the pastry.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 01, 2005, 12:01:22 PM
His intentions are so focused on the beauty that he does not notice the blondes approach. Her greeting at once astonished and frightened him. Kain tences for a moment, then regaining some of his composure, swirls around to face her. His eyes search for a moment, then shift downward onto her pale frame. They gaze down upon her own dark orbs with with a menacing fire, and the chill violence of a comming storm. His hidden lips express no emotion, and his expression is dark and malicious. I greet the, and tip mine vessel to thine greatest fortune. His ironic tone conflicts with his toast. He begins to turn around, but a thought flashes into his mind. He stops turning and stares ahead, forming the words as he speaks them. Be you blessed with knowledge as to this meeting of dark souls? Seeketh this benevolent noble his lords throne?

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 02, 2005, 04:57:22 AM
Nasty sees the tensing of the man's shoulders and starts inwardly as he turns toward her. She takes in his light complexion, the thin lips and the red tattoos around the eyes.  Not the best features, but they come together to make him almost good-looking, if it wasn't for the frenetic, intense engergy which emanates from those eyes.  In her first glance, that energy is what she really grasps and she thinks to herself, perhaps unfarily, Kack, he's another ugly one.  Only one good-looking male in the whole pack.  And then he starts to speak.  

She sighs, and this time she is unable to stop herself rolling her eyes as she thinks, Pathetic.  As pretentious as that elf. He starts to turn away and she walks off quickly, in a vain attempt to be the one doing the turning-away-from.  He speaks again, still in that strange, anachronistic prose and she stops, not sure of where she was heading anyway.  Turning back she says what's on her mind - "Are you serious?  Why are you talking like that?"  A semi-interested, semi-skeptical expression is on her face as she waits.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 02, 2005, 10:26:22 AM
After knitting his brows in puzzlement he faces her and mutters. Thine tounge that uttereth the strange speak, not mine. These lips hath for three centuries bespake as such. Nobody had yet commented on his language, and he had been quiet proud of his mastery of a foreign tounge. Kain really did not care for this woman and she disintrested him in every way. Just looking into her eyes he could see her own aversion to him. This did not bother him as he only wanted the human's information. Why have these assorted fiends been gathered here? Who be it that holds us so? His voice cuts through the air like a blizzard and has the rumbling threat of thunder.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 05, 2005, 04:32:22 AM
Nasty gives the tattooed man a considering look at his reply and decides he must be foreign or something.  Hearing him repeat his question, she casts around for a seat, and, finding nothing, turns her eyes to the throne.  That looks comfy, she thinks with a sense of mischief, but then her eyes pick out motion behind the throne, and the vulture-like form of Guoranala resolves itself from the shadows.  I don't need to sit down that much, she thinks, her brows furrowing a little.  

"The Duke of Marcogg," she says, finally answering his question in  a low voice, her eyes still on the advisor.  "And that thing up there is his advisor.  The Duke wants us to go on this quest to find a Sword - the Sword of Midnight or something - no, Twilight, it was.  We're to bring it back to him so he can use it to clear his way to the throne of the Santhran himself."  Nasty's eyes flick back to the man, finally focussing on him properly.  "We are here to serve, because we are disposable.  But the rewards he offers, and the punishments for failure... I don't know what he said to the others, but I will go, and I will bring the Sword to him."  She nods, her eyes unfocussed as she thinks about her brief encounter with the Duke.

Coming out of her reverie, her eyes refocus and she looks at her questioner again.  "So, what is your name?"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 05, 2005, 05:14:22 AM
Kain is to busy thinking about this information. He searched his mind for referances to this sword, but found that there was nothing on hand. It would have to be an esoteric thing indeed to have escaped his search. Or maybe it did not exist. Kain realizes he does not have sufficient data to give himself a definate conclusion. He takes annother small sip from his goblet and wonders how to answer her question. I prefer the likes of you kind to grovel at my feet and christian me their most divine aspect. You seem the sort of which is to proud to bend their backs to save their lives. For those I give annother name. Those may curse the name Kain as I drink their souls. He smiles about as winningly as he could, then with growl spins on his heel and continues to absorb the red headed woman.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 06, 2005, 05:15:22 AM
Nasty sputters at the man, her eyes popping from her head.  "You pompous demonspawn!" she shouts.  "I was being polite, and you... you Greyler!"  Impotent anger grips her as she reaches for her missing daggers, wanting to ram at least one of them between the man's ribs.  Not finding anything with which to hit him, she runs around to the front of him and tries to throw the rest of her liquor into Kain's face while he stares at Rheine.  If it succeeds, his eyes will sting as it is very strong, high-alcohol liquor.  She spins and begins to cross the room to Rheine and Darien.  "Did you hear that!?" she says to Rheine, still at a strident volume.  "What is it with these feffing over-stuffed asses?!"




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on December 06, 2005, 05:49:22 AM
Darién was well aware of his surroundings even tough he was burried in thought, and heard every word of the conversation. He smiled for what the newcomer had said, It where exactly his thoughts. Darién belonged to the elite, And the masses where just cattle in his eyes. Only to express such thoughts was looking for trouble, So his smile grew even wider when Nystacea threw the alcaholic liquid in his eyes. Darién remained unmoved however and wondered how this foreign man would take this insult. Darién knew that the woman was getting in over her head with this guy and it made sense that she immediately started to search protection with him, the mysterious and skilled looking male awaiting for the end of evening, drinking in some corner, accompanied by a hot looking woman, Yes every woman meant for travel would eventually come back running to him when his other companions like the Ghost, Xaod or this newcomer would try to hurt them…

Darién’s eyes focussed back on Nystacea;
I see that you’ve met “Your”… best friend for during the journey. And his eyes contained a little glance of admiration for the woman. Even tough Darién knew no admiration, but was more surprised about finding this woman to have a quite different character then he initially taught on first sight.

Then he focussed back on the foreigner to see his counter-action.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 06, 2005, 11:02:22 AM
Kain studies the woman, searching her for slight imperfections, each of which only enhances her beauty. Stray hairs glimmer in the light, a feiry red halo of warmth. He hears as if far away shouting and then a jumble of foot falls, but each is in the distance, each is inconcequencial. She is what matters. He further examines his thoughts, and is deep within himself when a fleshy blur crosses his vision. Kain leans left, trying to catch a glimpse of the red head, and then feels something wet and painful in his eyes. He smiles and wipes the liquid away, chastizing himself for not paying more attention to the peasent woman. He realizes that he has already drained himself, and without Mo'epher he had no true way of reclaiming his lost energies, but he also realizes that the would not know this. Oh, little girl, of thine impartial grace I see an insult most foul. I said bow and hope that I ignore you. His eyes shift off of the blonde and onto the gloating man who she has retreated to, so typical of her kind. You should reign in your whores, let their actions impart on you their disgraces. His smile is sinister and full of malice. Slowly he licks the last of the driping liquor from his lips and raises both of his hands. Do you wonder how I escaped? Does the thought that men had died under my hands tonight cross your pitifully ignorant minds? Request such knowlege from one of the armored fools that watch us as hounds watch wolves. They will tell you how their friends were found. He growls the words, staring down into each of their eyes, allowing them to see the might of his soul. Though they soften when they reach to beauty, soften to something nearly human.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on December 07, 2005, 04:15:22 AM
Darién remained his nonchalant look as the man spoke to him. His words where far more fancy then his, Yet the core of his speech was nothing more then a attempt of intimidation. He had killed men tonight,… So what? Darién would’ve killed men too if he would’ve had his swords at that particular time,.. Death meant nothing to him, His whole life was based on death, and he also rather died then to allow humiliation. Kain's intimidation only caused Darién to laugh inside; For the man’s ignorance…

When the man was done speaking Darién directed to him;
Who are you exactly? ……………What makes you think that you can just order people around and even insult those who are superior to yourself (With that, Darién meant himself).
His voice was silent and venomous, And his gesture told enough; to see that he actually felt superior to this man.

I think you should apologise to the lady, He continued this time on his normal tone. Darién had noticed the similarities in this stranger and his thought patrons and knew that he would not do it unless he was forced too, And Darién had taken the bait, He was going to get entangled in another fight, and this conversation was just his foreplay. This guy had an awful big mouth and he would gladly humiliate the guy for that.

Better yet, Get on your knees and bow, And hope that I shall ignore Your pitiful behaviour.

Darién looked completely sober compared to some moments ago, As he had gotten into a mental fight with Kain.



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on December 07, 2005, 10:39:22 AM
The guards released The Ghost soon after he told them to. This was not surprising, even armoured guards were caught off balance when The Ghost used THAT tone of voice.

The new comer soon got into a verbal battle with one of the females, and the drunk peacock soon came in, defending the female. Obviously the peacock was thinking with his nether-regions, to speak of manners towards a lady, when by the looks of him he often treated women much less than civilly. Not that The Ghost had much room to talk. The monstrosities that The Ghost had commited towards females would make his newfound companions blanch with horror.

Still the entire situation amused him, the peacock trying his damndest to look strong in front of the females and the newcomer likewise doing his damndest to appear better than everyone in the room. This little queque for the sword would be quite the amusing diversion.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Kain unleashes the last of his fury.
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 07, 2005, 12:29:22 PM
Kain looks slightly taken aback. He knew that Darien was foolish and egotistical, but this level of acenine ingorance was astounding for a man of his occupation. The ones were usually dead by now. If he had Mo'epher he would have killed the man, and if he had not already used so much power he could have won a fight. He smiles and slowly raises his hood, his soft elegance wreathing the air with the storm's cold. I give no qualms to the wretchedest of whores, my friend Darien, and your ignorant youth may find you to be my superior, but I find my person masked from your knowledge, while I know you as a mother knows it's babe. You think yourself superior, yet in your short days you have known nothing and done nothing. You find yourself to be alive, when your life is but a blink of an eye. I have been practicing my arts since before your mother's mother was born. You are but a man. You are nothing, and if you really wish to engage my person I sugest you act quickly. No man moves fast as the wind. With movements exigent as the energies which he has mastered, he presses his palms together and draws within himself the energy that he wishes to unleash. He seperates the earth and wind, each oun going to a respective hand. In less than a second he has created enough inbalance for a painful, if not deadly, spell.  As the the second drags on, Kain seperates his hands and shouts in the esoteric Styrash, Lesser winds strike! A bolt of blindingly bright energy surges forward, perfectly aimed at Dariens chest. It moves faster than the eye can see, and at one moment the air between them is clear, and in the next it is full of blindingly bright energies, writhing and screaming as they rend the air about them. Kain leans forward and takes a step towards his foe, exagerating the vast difference in height between he and Darien. His eyes are filled with malice and burn into Gulath, they only see one thing, they see him burning to their will. The room fills with the roar of lightning and the stench of burning. With all it's might, the spell drains him; three seconds later as the bolt dies down to nothing, his breathing becomes rapid and ragged. His mind grows weary from all of the excertion he has put it through. Deep in his eyes, there is suprise. Near the end of the spell he had almost lost control. He would not be able to summon annother static bolt of such power today.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

Edited by: Kain Cristar  at: 12/7/05 7:54


Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on December 08, 2005, 02:44:22 AM
Kain had caught Darién off-guard, As he had not expected his opponent to be a magician...
The blast of energy caught him full in the chest, And Darién was blown trough the air with an amazing speed, the magic and Darién’s weight where nearly lethal as he smashed with his back against the wall, squeezing the air out of his lungs. a bottles of liquor shattered near him and some dust rose up at the point where he’d hit the wall. His ribs had received a heavy crush between the wall and this sudden stream of magical wind. Darién rolled to his knees and tried to breathe… The world spinned before his eyes, and everything slowly started to get dark,…

Yet even from out of his worst misery his eyes flashed trough the room;… Most people where watching in their direction now… He could not afford to be taken down this easily… He could not give up just yet… He quickly shook his head to allow his blood to circulate,…

He tried to get up, yet the world kept spinning in front of him, He fell down to his knees once again, This time with his hands on the floor. To make things worse; he also felt his liquor in his stomach to boil upwards on it's way to exit.

Darién nearly choked on the floor between the trash of damage, the spell had done.  

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 12/8/05 22:38


Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 09, 2005, 05:45:22 AM
Nasty frowns at Darien's cryptic comment, moving towards where Rheine is upon the dias, to stand with her as the two men verbally strut about one another.  She is about to make another comment to the other girl when the new man says something weird and then a bright light streams from his hands toward Darien, knocking him up against the wall.  Frightened, she scrambles backwards to duck behind the throne only to bump into another warm body.  "Kack," she exclaims in a barely controlled voice, dropping her empty goblet as she turns to face the Duke's advisor.  He looks like he is about to say something to her so she turns and half-flees a few steps, back the way she came.  

She notices that the newcomer - the mage, as she now registers - isn't advancing and in her fear she wonders if he is looking for a new target.  Stuck between Guoranala and Kain, she takes the one who isn't attacking and slips by him, out around the other side of the throne and back into the middle of the room.  This puts her behind Kain as he faces Darien, but far enough away from him to hopefully not seem a threat.  Looking at the spot where the first fight had taken place she curses silently at the elf who made her drop her goblet - she would have welcomed anything which could have been used to defend herself at this point.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 09, 2005, 06:26:22 AM
Xaod angrily stalks back into the room, breathing heavily. Caught up in his thoughts, Xaod makes it halfway through the room before he looks up and sees that the newcomer is in a battle position. Turning to look at Gulath, he sees the man recovering from some sort of attack, apparently thrown up against the wall.

Snarling, Xaod tosses his head back, causing his hood to fall around his shoulders once more.  Gazing around the room with his icy eye, he spots Nystacea behind Kain, raising an inquiring eyebrow at her.

---------------
I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 09, 2005, 04:23:22 PM
Kain glares intently on Darien's fallen form, everything else is but a blur, white noise in the background. He watches the man's every breath, studies each shiver. He is intent on the man's every weak point. He notes where he hit hardest, and acertains what to expect next. After Gulath attempts to rise, but falls even lower, Kain assumes that he will be asked into the duke's private quarters before Darien has time to recover. He steps back, nods politely to the red hed and turns on his heel. He notes that the blonde had moved, and gives her a brief, vicious grin. Kain walks toward the pale ugly elf and as he approaches he stares down at the beast and gives him a hungery glare.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 09, 2005, 10:03:22 PM
Nystacea sees Xaod reenter the room and raise his eyebrow at her.  The knowledge of Kain's occult powers is fresh in her mind, so she shakes her head slightly in response to the Helcrani's look, but holds back any further explanation until he is close enough to speak to.  The grin Kain gives her sends chills down her spine, but she does her best to repress it. Looking back up at Xaod she gives him a look which might look almost angry with her concern, but the thought behind it is that I hope you know what to do with this - this one is not only as full of himself as the other, but he has good reason.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 11, 2005, 02:05:22 AM
Xaod notes Nasty's look, and strides over to her. Glancing back at Darien for a moment, the assassain stops in front of Nasty. Trying to control his voice and supress his newfound anger with what he had discovered in the Anteroom, Xaod inquired: "What's going on now? Is this newcomer causing trouble as well? You look worried, how are we supposed to go on this quest with all these fools?!



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 12, 2005, 07:28:22 PM
"He's a mage," Nasty blurts out.  "He- he- ... did something to Darien.  I've never... I don't like magic.  It's not natural.  We should just kill him now and be done with it.  Not that I like the man, she says, shooting a look at where Darien lies, "but Kain attacked him for more or less nothing... and look at him.  I'm sorry," she says, catching herself before she rambles on too much and looks like she's more scared than she really is. "It's just... I don't like magic," she finishes lamely, looking up at Xaod.


Guoranala

Seeing Kain's stare Guoranala twists his head up from where it hangs hunched forward in front of his shoulders and just looks up at the elf.  Slowly, he smiles politely, although on his face it looks more like a cross between a smirk of victory and a sneer of contempt.  It is clear to the elf what this one's motive for coming to him now was - he hoped that he would whisk him away to safety before his opponent revived sufficiently to beat the living spirit out of him.  Well, that wouldn't do at all.  Not only would that mean that Gulath would be more likely to take his revenge later when he had his weapons back and could do fatal damage; it also meant that he, Guoranala, would not be around to watch.  So, he continues to smirk at the marked face before him, waiting to see if the other would actually revive before he was obliged to let the Duke have his turn with the elf.  And if Kain didn't survive, well, he could always just tell the Duke that the wrong man had been brought in and had been taken back to the dungeons.  That much was true, at least.  Guoranala's smile broadened at the thought.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 12, 2005, 11:27:22 PM
Kain wonders what slitheres through that dark creatures mind. His very existance seems a crime against all that is good and wholesome. Gultath is withered upon the floor and shall not rise for some time. You master awaits my comming; a lowly serf such as yourself would be humble in doing his lord's favor. The mage holds none of his venom back, and his words are like acid upon the other elve's flesh. His eyes glean dareingly and a quick sneer frames his unseen lips. As such, I suggest you slither into your master's quarters like the worm you are, and inform him that I await his meeting. If you are inclined against such action, make your vile tounge usefull and speak to my this quests purpose and procedure. Kain sees the elf as nothing more than an instument of the Duke. If the servent continues to be so bold as he is now, Kain decides to just enter the Anteroom un announced. He was tired of this room, even the red head, through her stubborn silence, had become slightly less intrueging.  

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

Edited by: Kain Cristar  at: 12/12/05 15:31


Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 13, 2005, 04:08:22 AM
Although Guoranala is not interested in acquiescing to this young styros’ wishes, the Duke has been getting impatient and so, just then the sound of a door opening can be heard from behind Kain.  A look of disappointment twists Guoranala’s lips.  He can see past Kain the guard who holds the door open, looking at Kain to allow him to enter the anteroom behind the throne.  The disappointed face turns quickly to a mocking look as the elf gestures toward the door, signaling that he should go in, as he has his wish – the Duke is ready to see him.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Kain Cristar on December 13, 2005, 11:06:22 AM
Kain nods curtly and growls something about getting these sinner's wishes over with. He turns quickly and stares down the gaurd's eyes. His own wretched orbs search deep into the humans, and seek out his soul. After a moment he shifts his glare to the room which holds this master. Three long strides bring him into the portal, a moments pause as he gathers his thoughts, and he walks into the Anteroom.

You have lived a life of cruelty and atrocity, you have bathed in the blood of the innocent, you have considered every act of depravity and your corruption knows no bounds. I am the angel of justice, I am the accumulation of all of your sins. Prepare for your redemption.

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 17, 2005, 08:25:22 AM
Xaod listened to Nasty, glaring at the elf as he entered the anteroom. A mage that attacked unprovoked would be dangerous to the mission. The mage had better learn to control himself, or else the entire party would end up dead.

Snorting, Xaod turned his back to the room and replying, "Gah, who does like mages? Just what we need, an arrogant spell caster who has already made enemies before he's even gotten his damn offer!" He said this irritably, still angry at finding that his revenge had not been complete after all these years, and all this bickering didn't help his temper.  



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on December 19, 2005, 10:08:22 AM
A thin line of red dripped from his mouth on the floor. It looked like Darién coughed up blood, yet it was nothing more then some of his red wine.
Again he tried to lift himself up, and this time succeeded. He fists where balled and he quickly scanned the room yet found no trace of his attacker. “he will die for that…” Yet he stayed calm and almost looked as if nothing really happened. He was a bad loser, and whatever the man had done to him, It was just a little annoyance,… This mage with foolish trickery would feel his wrath, A slow and amusing death was what he had in store for him. There was nothing more satisfying then have someone that bathes in arrogance have in front of him on his knees begging for mercy. Mercy he will not get….

Darién swiftly spits on the floor and resumes his old position, standing with his back against the wall, This time not buried in thought but,… waiting for his foe to reappear. The punch had been heavy, yet he ignored the pain. He was used to pain, He had been tortured many times before,… It was a miracle that with all his encounters in the past, that he was still alive,… And the whole set of events of cruelty and conflict had hardened him.

    Death:
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.  
    --Seneca



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Pikel Thunderstone on December 23, 2005, 02:38:22 PM
Kain Cristar


Kain leaves the room with a somewhat self satisfied air. Soon, Kain would be far more powerful, and all he would have to do is this little errand for the Foolish Bug of a Duke.

Kain sneers at Darien, who has apparently somewhat recovered from the attack. Kain hoped that Darien was not foolish enough to attack him, for Kains magical ability was waning, after all the castings this night had brought.....




Physical beauty is inextricably bound to Spiritual Beauty. If you are lacking in Spiritual Beauty, then you are lacking in Physical beauty. If you are overflowing with spiritual beauty, then you are also overflowing in physical beauty. At least in MY messed up eyes.   -Derek Coulter



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 28, 2005, 08:02:22 PM
Nasty stays near Xaod as the mage leaves, feeling the assasin's warmth near her arm and comforted by it.  She lets out a sigh as the door closes behind Kain.  Minutes pass and she stays where she is, her eyes on the door and on Darien.  She sees him pull himself up and salvage his torn pride.  Seeing him on the recieving end of evil magic has softened her toward him somewhat, but she is still wary of him.  

Eventually, the door opens and she takes a reflexive cautious step back as Kain reenters the room.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on December 29, 2005, 01:42:22 AM
Darién in his turn lunged from behind the pillar to give Kain a brain crushing punch with all his power to prevent the dark magician from putting another spell on him, With a series of strikes he would pound his foe until nothing was left of him. And only stop when he was sure enough the magician was defenceless, To then look around him and be aware of what the guards would do next…

    Death:
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.  
    --Seneca



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on December 30, 2005, 11:47:22 AM
OOC: Pikel has given me permission to puppet Kain.

Pangs and Eltern, members of the Duke's elite guard both have their eyes glued on the Gulath man as he waits by the door.  They spring into action mere moments after he does, catching him just as he pulls back for a second punch.  They pull him away from the mage, holding him so he cannot strike again.  Two of the other guards move toward the mage, but more hesitantly than those holding Darien.  As it happens they are not needed - Kain merely gives Darien an unreadable look and walks around the dias to the middle of the floor, behind where Nystacea stands.

Guoranala emerges once more from the shadows and observes all those present with hooded red eyes.  When he is certain he has their attention he smiles - or at least twists his blackened lips in a cruel-looking, malformed approximation of a smile - and his rusty voice grates out, "If you will all move to stand before the throne, your Duke will address his servants."  His expression shows that he awaits an argument, but also reveals that any who rise to the bait will be dealt with in a way which will give him, Guoranala, a great deal of pleasure and give the arguer none.

Nystacea is already standing before the throne so she says nothing, merely hoping that this would all soon be over and they could at least be away from that creepy bald vulture of an elf.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Rheine on December 30, 2005, 01:35:22 PM
Rheine had barely been able to keep up with the spur of events that transpired after she had walked over to Darien. The one pale elf who had gotten in several fights earlier went berserk on Xaod, then had to be restrained by the guards, returning to his "normal" behaviour as quickly as he had gone mad.

Then a newcomer emerged into the room, another elf with an oddness about his eyes. The elf, his body writhed in a heavy cloak, turned to look directly at her more than once, and more than was comfortable, and Rheine had begun to feel herself grow pallid as his eyes consistently darted over to her. Lust or something else, the elf had done little to avert his gaze and Rheine found herself staring down at the drink in her hands more than once to escape the aura that eminated out of his eyes. Normally she would try and capitalize on a man's lust for her, but there was something about this elf that seemed to prick her sense of caution with a frigid sharpness, and Rheine felt more of a desire to remove herself from the room rather than tell off the elf.

That uneasiness soon materialized itself in the form of magical energies. When the elf had blasted Darien with... some sort of spell, Rheine had almost immediately dropped her drink and fell to the ground and away from Darien, her eyes had shifted everywhere around the room for cover, but, finding none, she merely went rigid and backed herself into the wall, desiring to seep into it and out the other side, but forced into a cold, fearful position watching the elf as he nodded to her and then was called into the backroom with the duke.

When he emerged, Darien set upon him quickly, but was halted by the guards. Guoranala, as if meaning to distract the group from their ills with each other, requested that all stand before the throne so that the duke might address them. Normally Rheine would have protested the request, which had left the elf open to being labelled a servant of the duke as well and also should stand before the throne, but her fear of the situation surrounding the group made her uneasily take a place in front of the throne without delay, wanting to get out of the room and away from her other "companions", specifically the elven mage.

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"She wants to go home, but nobody's home
It's where she lies, broken inside,
With no place to go, no place to go
To dry her eyes, broken inside."
-Nobody's Home, Avril Lavigne



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on December 31, 2005, 04:16:22 AM
Xaod stood beside Nasty, awaiting impatiently the return of the elven mage. He was eager to return to his belongings and prepare for this quest. Not paying attention to the events around him, Xaod was awakened from his thoughts as Rheine came to stand in front of the throne as the bald, vulture like elf spoke.

Looking up at the ugly creature, the assassain straightened and awaited a long and boring speech. Sighing, Xaod muttered to Nasty out the side of his mouth: "Here we go again, another ridiculous lecture. At least soon we'll be able to leave this cursed madhouse, eh?"



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: The Ghost on January 02, 2006, 08:03:23 AM
If you will all move to stand before the throne, your Duke will address his servants.

The Ghost almost burst out with laughter for the first time in nearly a century. This...wretch...actually had the audacity to consider himself higher than The Ghost merely because he was some snivelling duke's pet. However, The Ghost wanted that sword. So he decided to play along with the whelp's little bald elf, and stood before Guoranala.

As soon as he had the sword, The Duke, and this weak fool of a slave, would both be in for a very large amount of pain.

I am the Darkness between the stars.
I am the Silence between whispers.
I am there in your darkest of dreams.
I am The Ghost, and you cannot escape.


- The Ghost



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on January 03, 2006, 04:23:23 AM
Darién gives little resistance against the guards who hold him, He sees the duke and knows that this long evening of angered criminals with a quest waiting for them, would finally come to a conclusion.

The Duke, about to give a final speech, And the arrogant darkmage already tasted a little something of that yet to come. One full hit was enough for now, He would get true payback soon enough…

Darién was calmed from the moment he had wanted to strike his enemy, And he was calm now as the duke was about to come forward and give his final speech.

The pains still surged trough his body from the smacking against the wall.

    Death:
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.  
    --Seneca



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on January 03, 2006, 09:20:23 AM
Solen enters the room, a beatific smile upon his face.  The two guards from the door of the other room flank him, dropping back to stand behind and to either side of the throne as he seats himself.  His blue eyes sparkle down on the five from his blonde head.  "So," he begins.  "I believe I have managed to reach an agreement with each of you," he says, his smile referencing the irony in his words.  "In the morning, at firstflame, a servant will rouse you from your beds.  You will be expected half an hour later in the courtyard at the front of my estate - the footmen in the corridors will point the way to you.  You will be given mounts, with which will be provisions for the journey, including enough gold that you might travel comfortably well beyond Chondra.  You are to return here if you require more, athough that is an eventuality which I do not anticipate.  You might also bear in mind that I would be displeased if I were to find you had squandered my money.

"You will now be shown to rooms which have been made ready for you.  All the belongings which were taken from you at the time of your arrest will be waiting for you there.  I would be pleased if you would wait until the morning to try to kill one another - to that effect, all your rooms are in quite different parts of the manor.  The Quest for the Sword will begin at dawn,"
he says in a voice full of portent.  Then his smile returns as he continues - "You will have plenty of time to try to kill one another then."  He stands, and makes a grand gesture to the guards at the end of the room, who set about unlocking the door. "Rest well, adventurers.  May your night be calm as it can be, for the morning will bring the beginning of a profound and momentous journey."  As the Duke finishes, the doors swing open.  Five footmen liveried in the blue and silver of Marcogg stand beyond the doors, waiting to escort the questers to their rooms for the night.




Nasty Lady



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Darien Gulath on January 03, 2006, 10:30:23 AM
Darién observed the man carefully,… He was a manipulator and the strange feeling creeped over him that this was rather a test, A morbid race against one another. The most danger oust criminals, possibly in the whole district, played out for a valuable item. Darién found it entertaining as it was, Yet it would be even more entertaining for those nobles…
A race, for who would bring the sword back first. When I’ve dealt with that magician I will let those others murder themselves, Let the ladies do the research and take the sword back myself. Yet of course others would have similar thoughts, It was only when and how they would betray one another. It would be a challenge for everyone of them…

Darién had little to say, only nodded in agreement and was good to go and finally leave the room.

    Death:
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.  
    --Seneca



Title: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Xaod Shadow on January 05, 2006, 01:14:23 AM
Xaod listened only distantly to Solen's speech. His mind was on other matters. This was going to be a harrowing test for them all. Not only would there probably be dangers on the way, but the party itself was a threat to all it included.

Already, several of the party had shown hostility, Xaod being the first one himself with Zavosh. The Ghost was the only one left that, so far, had proven a problem to Xaod. The assassain had no intention of keeping the sword for himself, he needed to return it in order to receive his revenge, revenge he thought he had already obtained.

He needed to keep the others alive as long as possible, he would need them in order to complete his quest. Besides, the more people in the party, the less concentration will be on him alone. Let the rest fight amongst themselves.

Looking back to Nasty, Xaod smiled. She was the only one here that did not come off as a fool, he hoped that she survived this quest. Inclining his head to her, Xaod bid her good night. "Rest well, Nasty. I wouldn't want you to fall behind, that'd leave me with these insolent fools." Turning on his heel, the assassain strode towards the guards, glaring at them with his single eye and awaiting one of them to lead him to his room.

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I am the Shadow that clings to you like death
I am the Silence behind your back
I am the Stalker following your every move
I am the Slayer that ends your life without hesitation

 Xaod Shadow



Title: Re: Re: Chapter 1A: An Evening of Threats and Promises
Post by: Nystacea Korlsdaughter on January 06, 2006, 11:54:23 AM
As the last of the adventurers leave, the servants, guards and musicians relax - all, that is, apart from one.  Gregan, the whistle-player in the band stays tense and angry, growling quietly to the other players while they wait to be dismissed:  "That pale elf had better look out.  I may not be the strongest man, but I have friends.  He will pay for tonight."




Nasty Lady