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Title: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on June 10, 2005, 12:44:22 PM
Shan took one more step up to the door and pryed it open with his snout, looking in. The delicious vapors afronted him at once and peering into the snug cottage, spotting Pellegra holding a warm sheet of bulbous spice-cakes, a sugary glaze coating each and every one, and placing it on a wooden slab resting on the counter.

The old woman, her wrinkled features both softened yet wizened by gleaming blue-grey eyes, looked down with the creaking of the door to peer back into Shan's own lustrous orbs. The shingar, in turn, sent his lolling tongue licking his snout.

"Hungry, are we?" the old woman asked, her voice apparently devoid of the stress of the recent situation. "That can be remedied." Shanvorin nearly grinned as Pellegra went about busying herself while Herald hovered around her, nosilly, eyeing the spice-cakes. Shanvorin eyed him curiously, wondering what exactly compelled him to hang around. Any other sane person would have gone back down to the village by now, though Shan assumed that he must have had some business with the hag.

The cat's unimportant thoughts were interupted though as Pellegra whistled and placed a wooden bowl down on the floor. His heart and hopes in the dirt, Shanvorin stared forlornly down at the thick soup-bone, the tenderness and flavor stripped from the meat still clinging to it. "A hearty treat for a mighty animal!" Pellegra grinned, and Shanvorin could have sworn he saw her wink.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on June 15, 2005, 11:30:22 AM
Paladia listened to the last of their suggestions and ran a hand through her hair. Her taut ponytail was coming loose and dirty, straggling hairs fell across her brow. With a few quick movements, the long auburn strands were back in place and the thoughtful bandana where it should be. "My brother," she thought to herself, pensively, "Will I accomplish as much as you in my young life? Or will my acheivements end here among humans and sailors..."

The elven woman shook her head and stiffened her jaw in resolve, spotting Dominic's grim gaze before he turned away. "It's settled then," she began, though Pally's voice cracked. She was never nervous before a battle! What was going on? "It's these people and those watchful eyes...looking to me for answers" she figured, though Paladia was shaken from her thoughts with a rough hand on her slender shoulder. Pally looked up at the softly smiling sailor and nodded in return. "I'll see what I can do about the rooftop archers. You two start down just as I take down one. When you get to the back door," she started up again, nodding to Terra, "See if you can lead a few out for my own shot. I'll follow a bit behind with my bow."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 16, 2005, 08:52:22 AM
Kaelan's eyes never really left the cat, a kind of listlessness pervading his manners. A thin smile forces itself across his face as the beast studies the soup-bone placed in front of it. It seems strange that such a large animal, and as dangerous and unpredictable as a shingar, could be so treated like a mild-mannered pet. Yes, odd, but apparently not impossible.

His eyes now wander back to the captives, and he forces himself from the spot he was leaning on, taking a short walk around, inventing a small patrol.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 17, 2005, 01:25:22 PM
Terra nods to the plan as it is so far, but wants to be sure it is as well laid as possible as they have no idea exactly what is waiting for them.

"We should stay to the trees till we are ready to make for the back of the cottage. They may have lookouts we can't see from here, and if we can keep from being spotted till the last moment, we may be able to catch them off guard. If we can do that we will have a much easier time subduing those holding the mage."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on June 19, 2005, 04:10:22 PM
Paladia nodded stiffly and drew out a breath along with her bow. She locked eyes with Dominic for a while and saw his face was grim yet measured and couldn't help but wonder why he was so calm in the face of battle. "Strong man," she couldn't help but acknowledge, "For a human". Closing her eyes and gaining her focus, Pally notched an arrow and readied for position behind some brush.

"This is it. I trust you to move out when you are confident to do so and....good luck," she said quietly, not looking at them. She eyed the men on the rooftops and let her mind take her to her own world. Pally thought of her training, her tribe, her honor...what they had done, what they will do. She would bring justice and show that she can protect this town just as well as she will the forest.

The arrow was brought back, the wood creaking with what she considered excitement, and let fly. The fine elvish make soared through the air and another arrows was in place as it neared the mark. The first struck it's target, taking the person on the far left silently and quickly in the throat. The second followed quickly and took it's mark right in the center of the chest, just as the companion turned to his fallen neighbhor.

The third began to yell as the thud of the fallen alerted his attention. Paladia cursed her carelessless. "Being cocky gets me nowhere." she berrated herself for her temporary hope that she would get them all off easilly, " 'You can only defeat failure by acknowledging it' "

The fourth rooptop villain had taken up his own bow and was beginning to fire for Paladia as his remaining standing partner slumped to the ground, a second arrow the right of his chest. Paladia bit her lip, a sweat beading on her temple. The last arrow let fly and, to her temporary releif, struck her victim. Unfortunately, it took him in the eye and his cries could have woke the dead.



Title: Spice-cakes
Post by: Herald the Bombastic on June 19, 2005, 05:00:22 PM
“Those delicacies seem to emit quite a pleasant treat for the olfactories m’Lady.” Herald eloquently admitted, taking a large, yet not impolite, sniff of the room. He had been hovering behind the lady for sometime, peering over her frail shoulder at the tiny delicacies on the tray. It had been a good while since the elderly man had tasted the pleasant, subtle ‘twing’ in the back of his throat from the spices so expertly forged into cake-shape. Ahh, it would be a delight to try one. But, it seemed that every time he reached for one she would seemingly inadvertently move it just slightly away, yet enough to prevent him from grabbing the elusive treat.

“Do you mind if I partake of one?” Herald casually asked, his voice fading slowly as she put the sheet down and walked towards the…

It was in fact a giant cat. However Herald’s mind seemed to be grappling with this simple fact. If it was a cat then he would faint yet again… and if he collapsed once more he would without a doubt suffer a nasty bump to the head; which wasn’t at all a pleasing thought. So, instead, the old man’s subconscious took control. It wasn’t a shingar any longer, it was an… ox. No, that wouldn’t do… it was, quite factually to Herald, an underdeveloped horse; in all actually what he was seeing in his mind was a pony.

Yes, the herbalist who had just made the spice-cakes was walking in the direction of a pony. A precious, sleek pony. Herald ceased paying attention and proceeded to scoop up several of the pastries, putting all but one in various fold-like pockets of his flowing robe.

He took a careful bite of the cake and savored it. When he was finished with this next bite he quietly muttered, “ah, the simple pleasures of existence.”



When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.
-- Jonathan Swift



Title: Re: Spice-cakes
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on June 20, 2005, 01:36:22 AM
As the sounds of men yelling filled his ears, Isa gained some hope. He knew they were coming, it would only be a matter of time before his companions found him. For now he would rest, but with a slight smile on his face, for he knew that his captors were recieving thier just reward.

sig made by gararion

Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia



Title: Re: Spice-cakes
Post by: Shan Gutarus on June 23, 2005, 09:50:22 AM
Pellegra glared at Herald and her hand snapped out faster than Shan could have reckoned possible. Her frail, but bitingly quick hand, lashed out and had plucked the spice cake from Heralds jowls.

"Excuse me, sir, but I would suspect a man of your...agreeable...age to behave with a little more civility. You can have one with our tea, now if you would be so kind as to lay the cups and saucers out. They're in the cabinet," she instructed without a second thought, used to her authority rewarded by her age. "And while you're at it, son, be gracious enough to lay out the napkins as well. Second drawer on the right."

The old woman hustled past the shingar who had come to gnaw miserably on his soup bone. She scratched at his heavily muscled neck with a gnarled hand as she passed and stepped outside. Looking to Kaelan, Pellegra beckoned him. "You, sir. Inside. A bit early, I reckon, though you've business to attend to soon and I'd like tea done with before you boys are on your way."

The herbalist shuffled outside a little further and looked to Cole, who was looking quite miserable himself. "Come on, boy. You must be peckish and you've had a rough day. That's it, lad. If you behave well I might just give you a sweetie from the pantry," she said, a little more sweetly to the pale young man, before shuffling in. With a reluctant glance to his father, who was in no shape to be doing much moving, Cole patted him on the good shoulder and headed on inside, a bemused smile on his otherwise grim features. Every kid in Nepris knew that Pellegra's pantry sweets were as old as she was.



Title: Re: Spice-cakes
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on June 25, 2005, 09:15:22 AM
Kaelan obediently broke off his patrol and headed toward the building, glancing over toward the prisoners as he did so.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 25, 2005, 10:00:22 AM
With the plan agreed apon Terra lead Dominic off through the trees being careful to keep the woodcutters cottage in sight, but not to move out of the trees and be spotted. As they come around the back side of the cottage still hidding within the trees, Terra draws her Moon Blade in a single graceful movement. Only a slight ring is produced as the long, slender blade comes free from its wooden scabbord, and Terra prepares to charge the cottage, taking a quick look to Dominic to be sure he is ready as well.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on June 26, 2005, 03:01:22 AM
Dominic followed after Terra quietly, watching with a quiet admiration as Paladia picked off the members on the roof. It was that blood curdling scream that made him break a sweat...this would not be easy. The sailor nodded stiffly and cracked his knuckles and then, with a steady push from his right hand, snapped his neck with a sigh.

The big man charged down the hill silently and, looking back, caught Pally's eye. He could see from her stance that she was getting into position to follow in after them. Turning back to the cottage, he noted grimly the three men coming out to see what was going on.

Dominic was on the biggest of the three just as he let out a cry, cracking a fist across his jaw with a sick crunch and wrestling him to the ground. The other saw Terra and labeled her a bigger threat because of the menacing weapon. A moderately muscled man with a foreign look, he took out a scimitar and charged in on her. The third, a lanky man with feathery blonde hair, pulled out a throwing dagger and seemed to be deciding between the two combatants.

From inside the cottage there were some harsh calls and a crash of something being knocked over, and three flickering figures could be seen getting into position around the door.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on June 28, 2005, 04:22:22 AM
Following Dominic down the hill, Terra notes the the men coming from the cottage. Dominic wrestles one down, apparently the largest of the three, a second drews steel and charges at her, she also notes the indescission of the third with throwing knives. In stead of continuing to charge directly at the swordsman, Terra turned slightly and continued in on an arch, her blade on the outside of the arch ready to strike at the right moment.

Terra and the swordsman continue to charge at each other, the swordsman being forced to charge in an arch as well to try and meet her head on. Terra to compensated for the swordsmans movement her arch became tighter, then she brought her sword around on the swordsman. With the speed of the charge, and being on the outside of the tightening arch, Terra's MoonBlade came to bear at increadible and power.

Though she is not particularly strong she had learned that power does not mean strength, speed and also lend itself to power. Using her speed and agility Terra hopes to keep him off guard, and keep him from bringing his strength fully to bear on her.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on June 29, 2005, 04:59:22 PM
Illix and Darien made their way to the Inn, Illix still with arms wrapped around Darien like some sort of vined plant growing along a post.

as they entered the building illix was busy cooing and purring into Darien's ear, and held onto him as they walked up to the Clerk's desk. She waited patiently for him to ask the clerk for a room, knowing that her plan was about to come to fruition...

(OOC- Darien, if you don't post soon I may be forced into puppeting you, and that will not abode well for you...)


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on June 30, 2005, 02:29:22 AM
Darién:

Darién carefully looked over the woman again, and he could not help keep noticing her beauty; But he also noticed that this was not merely a street-prostitute. He could sense the hidden temper inside the woman; And that was exactly the way he liked it. He could hardly wait to rip her clothes from her body and to begin his sexual domination. He would force the woman to do (*~ Insert evil sexual fantasy’s here~*) and the more she screamed the more he would force it. During their walk his thirst had gone away and his thoughts had more and more wandered of towards the oncoming situation.
Bartender a room please! He called impatiently, He hoped the costs wouldn’t be too high because he probably had no choice then to pay the prostitute too. Well,… Maybe he wouldn’t, It would depend on his satisfaction…


Zerigron:

Zerigron watched down from his tree with his arrow ready to fire but he was in not position for a clear shot. He had spotted 2 of his enemy's already and he thought that they where not aware of the full force that was still in and around the house. As he was about to give the order to fire the arrows with a simple wink towards those on the roof he could see the stealthy kills that happened at the very same moment. His comrades where strucked with arrows one by one and there was nothing he could do about it. He focussed his arrow on the onrushing 2 people and assumed that there still was one “hidden”… The archer! He could definitely not get any clear shots since the big bearded fellow (Dominic) and the sword’s lady (Terra) where mingling their selves around his fellow comrades in a bloodthirsty battle. As he watched the first phrases of combat he knew the time had come to do something. Nobody could see him but that didn’t help the situation much. But what he feared more was the hidden archer still in the bushes who could still shoot down all of his forces without facing any opposition. So he pulled him up from the branch and slid down the tree landing softly on his agile feet. He crouched trough the bushes towards the location of the well skilled opposition and he strung the poisonous arrow on his bow during his soft walk,..
And as he reached the area from where the arrows where shot from he noticed someone indeed; A woman with a bow aiming indeed at the woodcutters house. He quickly ducked behind a tree to avoid getting seen and as he had visualised her position he concentrated, ducked back from behind the tree and released the string. The arrow shot with a supreme accuracy towards the woman’s head.

Radirez:

Furiously he had smashed the table during their meeting when he heard the devastating scream from the rooftop and he instantly ordered half of his men to go outside... Several others followed however half of the men stayed as personal protection of Radirez.
Angrily he tossed a chair against the wall inside the room cursing and yelling over and over again. Darién’s name was called several times… “Damn that friend of Areytuk!” I knew we couldn’t trust him! He lead our enemy’s straight towards the house and we clearly agreed that he would take them all into the unknown trap that we where preparing! His arrival is premature and not part of the deal! I will personally make sure that Darién will receive loads of extra torture once we have him here bound to the chair,…For every loss we suffer! Even tough he did not knew that Darién hadn’t even arrived on his destination yet and that the guy had his mind set on entire different things at the moment…

For a moment he stood still and his last words echoed down in his mind… Torture,…, Bound to a chair….
He still had a prisoner! Follow me he commanded one of the criminals and he walked trough the hallways peaking down trough the open door on the battlefield for just a short while but resumed then trough another door and moved right down the stairs towards the mage; Isaraldor. The first thing he noticed was the chair with cutted roped and a dead guard near some piles of wood. He drew one of his many weapons; The steel sword and rushed down on as fast as he could. His armour making a clinging noise as he arrived at the bottom. He carefully watched around the room with his comrade next to him.
Curse you Elf! Where are you?!
And the tought of taking Isaraldor up as hostage slowly faded out of his mind and changed into a killer’s awareness. It would be their or the captive’s live. And Isaraldor had no way of escape since the 2 sword-drawn men blocked the stairs…

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 6/29/05 22:44


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on June 30, 2005, 12:56:22 PM
The bartender jumped at Darien's order for a room. He looked like the type who was easily frightened. He stammered out that the first room just upstairs and to the left was unoccupied, and before Darien could even pay the man she whispered in Darien's ear "I'll get ready while you pay this gentleman, Darien dear. Just don't be too long, I'll be waiting..." and with that she slipped off of his shoulder and went upstairs to the room, closing the door behind her.

Once inside she worked quickly and surveyed the room. It was rather plain, just a Bed, a simply curtained window, and a small table to the side. And on this table is something that Illix had hoped for, because it would make this all the easier- a Vase.

It held no flowers but was decorated with a simple floral pattern. Illix didn't really care, since she could tell it wasn't very well made or - more importantly for her purposes - not very expensive. She picked it up in her free hand- it had some weight to it, that was good - and she moved behind the door to the room, vase in one hand fan in the other, waiting for her "client" to come through the door...


Here I go, playing the Hero again...

Edited by: Illix at: 6/30/05 4:58


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 03, 2005, 09:03:22 AM
The man's grim face was set with determination as he came boring down on Terra. As their blades clashed together, the steel scraping together with a ring, music to the ears of the battle-weary, his muscles bulged. The swordsman was not expecting such power behind the blow, particularily from the woman. Still, he was larger than her and used the curve of his scimitar to his advantage. The swordsman winked at Terra and jerked the blade slightly to the side, using her own momentum to send Terra off behind him. Expecting a retalliation from a woman he no longer would underestimate, the man spun immediately and lashed out in a wide, erratic arc.

~~~

Dominic's neck muscles pulsed as he grasped the other man, roughly the same size as the sailor if not larger, around the neck and pulled him down to the ground. The other brute grunted in protest, wrapping an arm around Dom's thick torso. Locked in the grapple, there was little either could do. But that was the least of the sailor's problems. The smaller man, saw his opportunity and ran, jumping high even for somebody of his tiny build. Still, the momentum brought him barelling down on Dominic's shoulders, knocking him off balance and onto his back. Though the spur of the moment move brought the little man under Dom, it gave the larger thug a chance to roll out of the hold. A big-toothed grin on his face, a foot lashed out and caught Dominic square in his stomach, winding the fiery-bearded merchant.

Dom let out his lungs worth of air and felt the little man's arms attempt to wrap around his biceps in a lock. "Moron," he sputtered, coughing to regain his breath. Dominic twisted violently, flexing as he rolled over onto his chest. The blonde let out a little cry as he slipped off the sailor's back, striking out wildly with the dagger. Missing by a fore, Dom took his chance and kicked out with his heel, landing the young man in the face and knocking him out cold and bloody.

The larger man barelled in on the sailor, blood splattered on his face from a very broken nose, and grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him back. Dominic, backstepping towards the side of the cottage, grabbed the man's face in his right hand, pushing his head back, and his shirt collar in the other. Suddenly, as they rounded the corner, Dom's heel clipped at a log. The pile at the side of the house! And behind that...

The sailor's grip on the bigger man's shirt tightened and Dom clenched his teeth. Praying he had his distances right in his head, the bearded man yanked at his opponent and twisted him around just as he tripped over more logs. The two large fighters fell and crashed with an explosion of dust and splinters into the cellar door and came thundering down the short steps into the basement where Isaraldor, Radirez and the twitchy swordsman waited.

~~~

Paladia caught her breath as Dominic was taken down, seeing the actions easily with her sharp elven sight, even from the cover of the trees. She shuffled forward, stringing an arrow, but another sound that was not her own alerted her. Her brows furrowing in concern, trained enough to know that this situation was not one to let her guard down. Pally let her focus tighten to a pinprick, absorbing every sound, every movement around her, into her psyche. "I'm not alone," she thought, drawing up her bow as if to take a bead on one of the fighters by the cottage. Suddenly, the brush to her right rustled as Zerigron moved from his cover, and Paladia's warrior instincts took effect. Her legs, once in kneel, spread from under her and flattened the elf to the ground on her stomach. The fall took her breath momentarily, but did not distract her from her purpose.

Pally rolled to the right and brought her, and her readied bow, up. She let fly, the arrow going for the man's chest.



Title: Don't Forget the Napkins
Post by: Herald the Bombastic on July 03, 2005, 09:31:22 AM
As the small treat was plucked from his mouth, a disheartened look grew over Herald's face. The elderly gentleman looked like an injured puppy, longingly staring at the spice-cake in the woman's hand.

"Excuse me, sir, but I would suspect a man of your... agreeable... age to behave with a little more civility. You can have one with our tea, now if you would be so kind as to lay the cups and saucers out. They're in the cabinet," the woman said, very matter-of-factly. Humph! He was a guest and she was treating him like this? How dare she! Herald began to speak up, but then she continued before he could speak, "And while you're at it, son, be gracious enough to lay out the napkins as well. Second drawer on the right." Son?! Why, he hadn't been called that in forty some-odd years...

Herald was so stunned by being called "son" he forgot to speak out against these injustices that were being thrust upon him, and before he knew it the woman was gone. Seeing no other recourse, Herald proceeded to grudgingly lay out the cups and saucers... and napkins.



When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.
-- Jonathan Swift



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on July 03, 2005, 09:54:22 AM
Terra's blade meets that of the swordsman, and Terra lets her arms exsorb the force like a spring. The swordsman winks at her, and atempts to jerk his blade to the side and throw her of balance at the same moment as Terra used the energy stored in her arms to push off and and spin behind him. Terra notes the swordsmans wide eratic arch, her movements however are steady, measured and perscice as she brings her own blade around deflecting her opponents blade, and without missing a step spins around driving the pummel of her sword towards his ribs.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on July 03, 2005, 12:43:22 PM
When Radirez bolted down the stairs, Isa knew he needed a plan, so he started formulating one. That was hard to do since fear was starting to flow through him. He could start to feel his hair standing on end. However, moments later some people came crashing through the wooden basement hatch. That brought hope. Knowing he couldn't fight at the moment, he came up with escape plan 1A and 1B. These plans had the same opening move, but different endings. The beginning was hide, and wait for an opening. He couldn't help but wonder if he should stay where he is though.

sig made by gararion

Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia

Edited by: isaraldor glamthail at: 7/4/05 5:24


Title: Re: Don't Forget the Napkins
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on July 04, 2005, 10:35:22 AM
Entering, Kaelan watches with amusement as the elderly man sets the table. Quite the distressing work for an aged hero, he surmises. Then again, being a former soldier, he himself has never tried much housework, so it could be a lot more complex than it appears.

Why do you ask?



Title: A Restful Night
Post by: Erián'melór on July 05, 2005, 01:57:22 AM
Erian relaxed in his room as he prepared to go to sleep. His two shamshirs rested lightly against the closed door, the sound of them falling would awaken him should anyone try to enter. He had made enough gold tonight in the main room of the tavern to last him for a few days. His songs often brought him such income as he solemnly sang of the woes that afflicted his soul. He was almost afraid to close his eyes, for every night he dreamed the same horrible nightmare. Each time it would be different, yet he knew it was still the same nightmare of the night that his wife died. He almost lost his life that very night, and he often wished that the branch would not have broken and thus saved him from being hanged. His hand caressed his neck as he felt the scar where the rope had dug into his flesh. That scar was miniscule compared to the scars that he carried within him. Despite his fear of his dreams, he was soon fast asleep...

A dagger rested in his hand as he pressed it against the trembling throat of a beautiful woman. He held her crimson locks in his hand, and he delighted in her screams as her husband tried to save her. The blade nicked her neck and a slow trickle of blood began to flow towards her breasts. With a perverted grin, he licked off the blood as her husband was forced to watch. With a shock, Erian recognized the husband as himself! It was his wife that he held, and it was her screams that corrupted the silence of the night. He looked at himself, only to realize that he was dressed as a common bandit.

This cannot be!, he thought, I did not kill my wife!

With every bit of willpower that he possessed, he tried to put down the dagger. His hands no longer obeyed the commands of his mind, and he could not stop himself. The blade slit her throat, and he was surprised to hear himself laughing as his other self silently wept. The blood on his hands was her blood, and he could never forgive himself for that night. Her lifeless corpse collapsed to the ground, and Erian knelt beside her body as his tears mixed with her warm blood on the fertile soil of her garden...

Erian Melor~I await the eternal slumber.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter

Edited by: Erian Melor at: 7/4/05 18:00


Title: Re: A Restful Night
Post by: Thaedras on July 06, 2005, 12:24:22 PM
It had been a long time since Thaedras had been to Nepris. He was in town now, getting repairs in an area that wasn’t very familiar with his ship. A merchant seeking revenge had ambushed his ship. Two ships came out of nowhere and attacked The Maiden as it was in battle with a small caravel. The Maiden barely escaped. Thaedras decided to repair her in Nepris, where he could lie low for a while. This also gave him the chance to have a long delayed visit to his friend Dominic.

After asking around, Thaedras was told to find Dominic at a woman named Rose’s house. Once he arrived, he was given directions to the cottage of an elderly woman named Pellegra, which was where he was coming up to now. He murmured to Lia, who was perched on his shoulder,

It has been a long time since we have seen Dom, hasn’t it, Lia?

The Haloen bird, smarter than one would think, gave a small chirp in response. Lia ruffled her feathers, making her golden-red body shimmer like fire.

Suddenly, the cabin came into view, as well as a few really beat up looking men, all extremely quiet, sitting in front of the cabin. Thaedras strode up to the cabin, but stopped a few yards off. There was a very large cat sitting in the doorway. Through the doorway, Thaedras could see people milling about inside, apparently getting read to eat or some such thing. Thaedras assumed then that the cat was at least docile, and strolled up to the house. He knocked on the open door.

Greetings. I am Thaedras Ju’Rayle, Thaedras pauses to bow to the elderly woman, I am looking for my friend Dominic, is he here?

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 7/6/05 4:36


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 07, 2005, 10:12:22 AM
Pellegra nodded with approval as Herald set to work, and motioned for the others, as they entered, to take a seat. She herded them around the table, leaving a spot for herself at the head, and setting the large platter of spice-cakes in the center. "One each," she said with a stern but sweet, motherly tone, "And maybe one later after we talk."

As the woman was pooring tea, there came a knock at the door and she looked up to see Thaedras standing at the doorway behind Shan with a colorful bird on his shoulder.

"Greetings. I am Thaedras Ju’Rayle. I am looking for my friend Dominic, is he here?"

Pellegra looked him up and down with a scrutinous eye and nodded with understanding. "You sailors, always moving. Always restless. No no, he's not here. But-- In! Come in, young man, or you'll be seeing mermaids in this sun," she said, setting the tea pot down on the hardwood table and scuffling about. She dragged a small upholstered bench from under the stairs and set it on the corner of the table. A tea set appeared in her hands after shuffling around in the cabinet and laid it out for the captain.

"Sit now. I'm Pellegra, though I reckon you already knew that. The boys will introduce themselves I'm sure," the old woman said, wiping her brow with a little embroidered hankercheif from her apron and sitting down.

~~~

The swordsman clenched his teeth angrilly as his blow was deflected and moved to strike her down, just as a great pain errupted in his ribs. He let out a breath and could feel one or two of the bones cracking from the blow. Pausing, he reversed his grip on the scimitar with a flick of the wrist, and drove it on where he expected Terra to be.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 08, 2005, 05:46:22 AM
Zerigron:

The poisonous arrow had missed it’s target sparing Paladia’s live. Her quick reflex and glance of Zerigron had caused her to escape death by only a few hebs. Zerigron quickly drew another arrow from his back ready to redeem his mistake however he was shaken with stupidity when he felt the sharp stinging pain in his chest only a moment afterwards. Paladia’s arrow had caught him and his eyes widened. He dropped himself down out of the line of fire but by his own confusion he collapsed against a nearby tree. He slowly ducked down on his heel resting with his shoulder against the tree. He had dropped his arrow and grasped his bleeding wound. He looked with a blurry sight trough the forest trying to spot his opponent. He had never been overpowered by a better archer. He could hit a bird in the eye from over 50 peds distance… How could this have happened?
He managed to pull himself together and knew that he was just immobilized; There could only be one way of winning this one on one war; And that was by fighting back. And since agile dodging was out of the question he had to hit his target fast. He picked his arrow from the floor and spun it on his bow. His hands where shaking from the painful wound but he managed to fired it off quite accurate onto the woman’s possible position. Even tough his vision blurred it was his raw instinct of survival that had taken over. And he drew arrow after arrow firing it onto his enemy’s position,… And with every shot the horrifying pain in his chest returned. It would only be a matter of seconds before he past out, From blood loss or pain. However he knew his fate was sealed once the woman could manage to get a good shot at him.

Six arrows where fired before he stopped to take a breath. He hadn’t the energy to continue the fight. All he could hope for was that one of his arrows had found it’s way towards the target. He collapsed on his back and watched the sky and the leaves of the tree’s. A peaceful sight.

Radirez:


He quickly watched up as the basement door collapsed into hundreds of wood splinters. 2 big guys crashed in and dropped onto the floor. One he recognised but the other not. One enemy and another ally. He lifted up his sword and stood there ready to make his strike. But how could he perform an accurate hit when the 2 men kept on wrestling? Radirez his attention was only focussed on the 2 men that had made their spectacular explosion inside the lower basement.
However the twitchy swordsmen didn’t forget about his previous objective. Even though he was stunned for a moment by the event he almost immediately recovered to spot a figure in the shadows…  He slowly walked over towards Isaraldor, not caring for the events that happened behind him… He lifted his sword from behind his back to perform a bone cutting swing upon the elf’s head. You are dead, Mage! He yelled.
A predictable move with plenty of time to dodge, But a powerful one; However he could somehow smell the fear of the person in front of him and he thought that the elf was very likely frozen from fear for him and his skull cracking blade.
The sword came down with thundering move.

Darién:

Darién slowly padded upstairs and picked the right room. Wild fantasy’s spurred trough his head and he couldn’t wait to grab and dominate the woman. Smash her down upon the bed and….

He softly padded inside not aware of what Illix was doing.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 08, 2005, 06:37:22 AM
As Darien walked into the room Illix kicked the door shut behind him and smashed the vase into the back of his head. He staggered a bit as the vase shattered over his skull leaving him stunned. Illix grabbed him by the shoulders and turuned him around, kneeing him hard in the groin, twice. Darien, now doubled over in pain and confusion, felt a hard knock on his forehead as Illix raised her knee to hammer it into Dar's head, knocking him to the ground. She then reached down and grabbed the dagger from Darien's belt and pressed it against his neck. "Now, Darien "dear". I want you to tell me what you did with that mage..."


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 08, 2005, 07:01:22 AM
Erian was jarred awake by a loud noise in the next room. Every sense was alert as he peered through the darkness, wary of any hidden foes. His shamshirs still rested lightly against the door, so he knew no one had entered since his arrival. The Elf quickly put on his blood splattered violet robe and armed himself with his two swords. He gingerly stepped out into the hallway and proceeded into the next room. The sight that was before his eyes had to be among the strangest scenes of his entire life.

A semi-nude woman stood over a man as he laid flat on his back. Her hand held a dagger that she pressed against his trembling throat.

"Now, Darien "dear". I want you to tell me what you did with that mage..."

Erian stepped into the room with his blades ready, prepared to defend the woman should she need his help. No man should have the right to touch a woman if she did not desire him.

"Lady, you seem to have the matter well in hand. My blades are at your service, should you have need of them."

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 08, 2005, 07:26:22 AM
Stunned by the attack he awakened and he glanced up right into the woman’s eyes. But instead of showing any sign of fear (which he didn’t processed) He smiled and his eyes sparkled. “Had the woman just brought him down?, This was certainly amusing”. But his amusement disappeared when Darién could feel his headache rise up and felt his stomach turning upside down from the kicks received in his groin. Now she was laying there on top of him with a knife to his throat… Was this her idea of foreplay, Darién knew he had made a worthy catch and became only more excited on getting the woman to do what he intended to do in the first place. Only now he might just beat her up a little, Because this woman seemed to prefer violence… Darién started coughing and he tried to suppress it. "Now, Darien "dear". I want you to tell me what you did with that mage..." The woman asked and at the same time threatened Darién…  
The Mage!? He had accidently slipped a few phrases about his prisoner when he was touching the woman’s but on their way towards the inn…
And Darién spoke still coughing; Uuugh… * Cough * You might want to… * Cough * * Cough * … Want to get out of the way… * Cough* Because the inside of my stomach is coming up.
And Darién tried to surpress his vomit from sliding trough his throat all over them both; He wouldn’t want them to get that messy when they where starting their little “fling”. And he gently pushed the woman aside to crawl on his hands and knees to release “it”.
Darién also noticed a thin line of blood dripping on the floor flowing from the back of his head. He had no breath, A headache and a severe pain in the groin. He also noticed another figure standing in the doorway, But he had to concentrate him on other things first before he could get a good visual on the entire situation. He was quite sure that the prostitute wouldn’t have gotten her knife from his throat yet…



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 08, 2005, 07:43:22 AM
Illix was startled when someone burst into the room and for a moment took her attention away from Darien. Luckily darien had to expel some rather nasty bodily fluids or she'd have surely been killed. She looked this newcomer over and upon hearing that his blades were at her service she knew he wasn't in league with this man vomiting on the floor.

She gave this newcomer a friendly glance of appreciation before she kicked Darien in the ribs and pressed his (hers at the moment) dagger against his throat again and once again demanded "what do you know about the mage?"


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 08, 2005, 08:03:22 AM
Darién wasn’t even recovered from the first attack when he received yet another in the ribs. He rolled over and found the sting of his own knife softly pushing his throat.

"what do you know about the mage?"

He needed the woman to back off. He would not be left alone until he gave the information she demanded. And if this woman was just like him;.. Willing to go towards death upon receiving the desired information the best thing he could do was give in right away. She would probably die anyway if she went there to face Areytuk’s minions. He; Himself would stand not one chance against 2 of them( Erian and Illix) when he was pinned down on the floor so he talked;

You mean that weak elf? Bolthor found him and took him back as a prisoner towards the old Woodcutters house… He is probably dead already. Go to the edge of town and forest a few hundred peds from the river;… There you will find what you search.

He spit the sentance's out with few drops of blood. He seemed to have bit himself on the lip when he received the kick in his ribs but even though he already felt himself better then a moment before; No longer carrying the overload of alcahol in his stomach.

However dizziness and a thundering headache made him “black out” a few second later. No longer a threat and a vulnerable target at the moment; Lying next to a puddle of vomit and some blood that was here and there scattered over the ground.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 08, 2005, 08:14:22 AM
Illix watched the man pass out on the floor and checked to make sure he wasn't playing possum. She then took his sheath from his belt and sheathed her new weapon. She then turned to the newcomer. "So, what's your story? You just like to barge into rooms and offer to help out any old mercenary, or am I special because I'm a woman?"


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on July 09, 2005, 03:56:22 AM
Terra can see the fustration building in her apponent, even as he made an eratic attempt to stab back at her. Terra has not stopped moving however and is clear of the path of her apponents blade, already preparing to strike at him again. This time Terra spins around sending her Moonblade into a powerful arch towards her apponent, she shifts her wait putting more power into her blades arch, but not enough that she is off balance. Though in rush, Terra comes to expect her fight with this apponent to end rather quickly, unless of course her apponent puts asise his fustration and forcuses his mind on the fight at hand.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 09, 2005, 10:37:22 AM
A beautiful young woman stood before the Elf, wearing nothing save a red scarf and underwear to match. Her eyes were the blue of a crystal clear lake and they glared at Erian intensely as she questioned him.

"So, what's your story? You just like to barge into rooms and offer to help out any old mercenary, or am I special because I'm a woman?"

She stood as though she had no concern for the fact that she was almost nude in the presence of a stranger. She truly was among the finest of the fairer sex. She might not feel shame, but Erian knew that he had no right to see her dressed in this manner. He turned his back and spoke over his shoulder without looking back at the woman.

"I was sleeping in the next room when I heard a commotion. I feared for the safety of whoever slept in this room. When I saw you fighting this brute, then I knew I had to do everything in my power to protect you. I cannot bear to see a woman harmed."

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 09, 2005, 10:56:22 AM
Illix watched as the stranger averted his gaze and wondered as to why he was when she realised that she was still missing the majority of her clothing. She decided that this man could prove useful and after he'd finished his typical "here to save the fair maiden" babble she spoke up.

"Well, that's nice and all, but I still don't know anything about you. There's no time for pleasentries right now, when he wakes up he won't be in the best of moods," she said, gesturing to Darien. "There's someone I'm trying to find, he's in danger. I've hidden my clothes, armor and weapons in an alley nearby for safekeeping while I was fooling that scum into giving me the information I needed. If you'd like to assist me in rescuing the mage I'm looking for then follow me, if not then step aside.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on July 10, 2005, 07:40:22 AM
Another guest to what to Kaelan seemed to be the old woman's - Pellagra, apparently - spontaneous tea. Then again, this isn't the Milkengrad army, anything could be a regular practice around here, such as domesticated large cats. Kaelan's only response is to look the sailor over and give a nod in greeting.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 10, 2005, 07:27:22 AM
The arrows flew through the air, quick and deadly, but only if she had been there. After the barrage had passed, the section of the forest fell into a smothering quiet save for the clash of steel echoing up from down the hill. No birds sang, no animals stirred. No trace of Paladia remained. There was only quiet, as a breeze rippled through the trees. Only the most trained ear could hear the one unnatural sound of a blade being drawn from a sheath.

As if she had been a part of the tree the whole time, Paladia sidled out from behind the trunk of which Zerigron's head was near and pressed the cold steel of her blade to his neck, which heaved with each shallow breath. Pally's brow was cold with sweat. She had killed already in battle, but this man. This enemy, was dying. Unarmed. Incapable of fighting. He was no more threat to her. Yet, there was so much risk. So much indecision.

Pally bit her lip. "Somebody tell me what to do!" she cried out to herself, begging for a higher rank to come out and tell it to her straight. The archer looked down at the elf and then to her arrow in his chest.

The red-haired warrior rushed down the hillside, her bow strung as Paladia rounded the cottage for a better shot of Terra's position. Back in the wooded area, nature returned to it's regular course. The birds sang. Animals rustled in the trees. And the only evidence of Pally was a dagger stained with Zerigron's blood thrown into the thick brush.

~~~

Dominic and his opponent grunted in struggle, grappling over each other and fighting for foot placement. It was over rather quickly. The other large man was tired and weary from the battle and his fall into the basement. Dominic found an opening, took his enemy's hair in his hands and slammed the man's temple against a wood support beam. His jaw crunched with the force, blood poured freely from both nostrils and his lip was swollen. Without so much of a groan, the large man slumped to the ground.

While Dominic was admiring his work, he also spotted a large iron prybar. A grim smile on his jovial features, the sailor took it up and turned. He saw the mage, surprised that they had brought him to the basement and not the attic, and then saw the man towering over him. Moving to save the mage, Dom then saw the other opponent. He could tell by his stance alone that if the sailor went in to take the man with the sword down, Radirez would be on him like wine on a white shirt. Hoping the mage could magick some protection for himself, Dominic charged in on Radirez, crow-bar whistling on a downwards chop.

~~~

The swordsman brought his scimitar up with a weak block, the power behind Terra's blow easilly disassembling it. His backstepped it for a few paces, but not fast enough. The blade bit through his swordarm and then made a deep cut across his chest.

One of the men from the house charged out towards Terra's back but was struck down within seconds. Staring wide-eyed down at the arrow in his heart, he staggered and slumped to his knees. Two more men charged out of the little cottage towards Terra, both at the same time. Pally was stringing another arrow and she called out to Terra, hoping her voice carried loud enough. One of the charging men looked up at the voice, remembering his fallen comrad. His young face twisted with fear for a second, but reverted back to his instruction and barrelled down in on Terra.

The younger swordsman had been running faster than his older, shorter, counterpart and attempted to drive his shortsword in for a quick thrust. A few seconds later, the shorter mercenary swung in from the right with a slow arch, the dirk flashing in the afternon sun.

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 7/12/05 5:57


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on July 11, 2005, 08:09:22 AM
*performs godly manuever of having his illusion split down the center* :p

Althother Isaraldor was indeed very much in fear, Isaraldor knew what to do. Isarador scrambled out of the way of the blow towards a bigger area underneath the stairs. When he saw he charging ally with a crobar, Isaraldor whispered silently to himself, "checkmate", before slowly falling into yet another unconsciousness. His battered mind however, fought to remain conscious, hopefully until something good for Isaraldor happened.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 12, 2005, 01:25:22 AM
"Well, that's nice and all, but I still don't know anything about you. There's no time for pleasentries right now, when he wakes up he won't be in the best of moods. There's someone I'm trying to find, he's in danger. I've hidden my clothes, armor and weapons in an alley nearby for safekeeping while I was fooling that scum into giving me the information I needed. If you'd like to assist me in rescuing the mage I'm looking for then follow me, if not then step aside."

Erian was relieved to hear that this was not the way she normally dressed. He knew that a woman could attract the wrong kind of attention if she dressed in that manner. She spoke of a mage that need help, Erian had never before met a mage and had no reason to dislike one. He would help to rescue this mage, if only to ensure that the woman stayed safe. She seemed to be the type that attracted trouble like some women attracted husbands.

"I told you that my blades were at your service, and they will be yours to command as long as you have need of me. I am a stranger in Nepris, perhaps you should lead the way to the alley that you mention. It would be easier to defend your back if I could look at it without feeling shame."

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on July 13, 2005, 05:55:22 AM
Though Terra is already aware of more men rushing toward her, she was not prepared to defend heself when the first attacked with a quik thrust. The thrust missed its mark as Terra contiues to move, but she could feel the blade cut into the leather armor at her back, and retaliates by driving an elbow toward his head while she spins toward the shorter slower attacker to her right. Without taking the time to wait and see the effect of her blow on the first attacker, Terra brings her Moonblade to bear on the second, the blade sweeping with a measured grace towards the attackers arm hoping to deflect the blow, or cause injury forcing the man to drop his weapon.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 13, 2005, 09:45:22 AM
(please ignore)


Here I go, playing the Hero again...

Edited by: Illix at: 7/13/05 4:15


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 13, 2005, 11:02:22 AM
"I told you that my blades were at your service, and they will be yours to command as long as you have need of me. I am a stranger in Nepris, perhaps you should lead the way to the alley that you mention. It would be easier to defend your back if I could look at it without feeling shame."

Illix chuckled to herself at the swordsman's words. They made their way downstairs and Illix stopped a moment to tell the innkeeper that a vase was broken, and that the fellow she'd come in with would pay for it in the morning when he checked out. She and Eri then made their way to the alley where Illix had hidden her weapons and clothing. Eri kept watch while Illix clothed and armed herself. She removed the makeshift scarf from her face now, as she had no intentions of assaulting the swordsman in her present company. She put the cloth in her pocket, perhaps she'd be able to get it sown back onto her cloak again at some point.

She emerged from the alley and the two of them made their way to the house Darien had mentioned, and Illix saw that a battle had already begun. She saw one woman she recognised from the group had her hands full with two swordsmen while the elf who'd been rather rude to her before was running around trying to use her bow to assist her.

"You said your blades were at my service? In that case use them to help her while I try to find the mage," Illix said to Erian, pointing to Terra.

Suddenly, something caught her eye. She saw a wood pile that was in a glorious state of dissarray and just past that was a rther large hole in the ground, and sounds of combat were coming from inside. Illix ran over, snapping out her glove's blades as she did, and saw that the hole lead to stairs, which in turn lead to a cellar where she saw five men, one bloody and unconcious, one bloody and weilding a peice of metal she couldn't see clearly enough to recognise, one wearing armor and weilding a peice of metal too sharp and lethal NOT to recognise, and two more who were hidden from her view by shadows, one had a sword.

Illix remained perched on the top step unsure of what to do, and who to attack, when an Idea struck her. She simply called into the cellar "Darien Gulath is Dead!" and waited to see who cared...


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on July 13, 2005, 01:12:22 PM
The flying elbow caught the younger man across the face, cutting a small scratch across his cheek bone. He lifted his sword to take out Terra with her back turned, but was surprised to receive not one, but two, solid strikes through the chest by a pair of elven arrows. The balding warrior's blow was deflected, but the more experienced mercenary regained his footing. His strike reversed directions with a fluid turn and the dirk came in low for Terra's ribs.

~~~

There was a heavy silence in the cottage as Thaedras seated himself on the small, too small, upholstered bench. Pellegra poured the tea, slowly, carefully without spilling a drop. Shan watched steam rising from the spiced cakes on the table and licked his jowls with a lolling tongue. Deciding that he wasn't about to have one soon, the shingar stetched out on the little rug at the door and lay down, his tail swaying from side to side and resting his head on large, clawed paws.

Giving the setup a nod of approval, Pellegra looked up at her guests. Some warriors. Some distinguished men. Some still boys. But they were going to save the world. Or at least, as much as a world that Pellegra found herself concerned with.

"As you may or may not have noticed," she began slowly, her face kind but worn with age, "There's trouble going on in our little town. It started only a few short months ago, and being the simple folk we're being, nobody did a damn thing about it." Cole dipped his head quietly, dark rims around his eyes. "But now, somebody's about to do a thing about it. Because if nobody does now, nobody ever will. And nothing's planning on going away itself. I've heard word that we're not the only folk that's seen this trouble. There's another small fishing town south o' here...Berinlou; south of Marcogg near that other gulf. Now...I'm not about to say I know about war or nothing, but I know plans when I hear em. And the plans I've heard, and now you've heard, are plans for war. Or something like it."

Shan's ears pricked at the mention of Marcogg. His home. The cat growled quietly from his throat, eying Pellegra suspiciously. He didn't like the old woman. She knew too much and wasn't telling near half of it. How did she know? Where did this information come from?

The old woman ignored the cat's threatening sounds. "Strange people have been coming into town. Bringing carts and small caravans through the mountains, and nobody's seeing the goods. Big ships come in, stock and leave during the night. They're ruining my town! I've lived here my whole life, and don't you be worrying about how long that may be, and things have changed more these past weeks than those past decades. Everybody's quiet. Everybody's secretive. Boys, I want my town back." Pellegra took a sip from her tea, old, penetrating grey eyes staring back at all of them over the crescent of her cup. There was silence at first, though soon broken by Cole.

The young man slammed a hand down on the hardwood table, glaring at Pellegra. "It's not so simple! They're armed. They're trained. They're completely devoid of feeling. They can level this town at whim, if they wanted. Why they don't, is beyond me." He held his head in his hands and took a deep breath. "They've already taken my father and his livelihood. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about anything anymore."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on July 13, 2005, 08:25:22 PM
Kaelan listens intently, and when the dialogue is finished, he turns to Cole, asking rhetorically, "And we're not?"

Being a mercenary meant many things, and regardless of one's past, one of the things it entailed was one's ability versus many. Kaelan can't claim to be able to take on an army, having been trained as a soldier, but unfair odds was always a good game; it gave you a chance to really make a difference, or die in glory.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 14, 2005, 02:00:22 AM
Erian stood upon a field of chaos. The screams of dying men corrupted the air, and even the dismal Elf could feel their sorrow. They lived such short lives, and this battle was ensuring that they would not live to their full potential. He paused as the woman he had arrived with dashed off toward the house. There seemed to be several combatants, and he could not distinguish friend from foe. He was shocked to realize that the warrior fighting two foes at once was a woman! Her long red hair flowed behind her as she danced a dance of death. She appeared to be outnumbered as the younger foe managed to slash her armor, and Erian unsheathed his blades as he prepared to aid the woman. He would not allow such a fair creature to perish. He stopped a few peds away from the combatants as two elven arrows bloomed in the chest of the taller man. The woman seemed quite capable and would not need his help against her remaining opponent. Erian stood and watched the pair as they fought, for he was prepared to rush in to save the woman if a moment arose where his help was required.

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on July 14, 2005, 06:08:22 AM
Terra notes that the younger of her apponents is taken down by two solid arrow hits to the chest, and focuses her full attention to the older. Using her agile form to her advantage Terra steps around the blade, bringing her Moonblade up above her head in a single graceful movement, then swings it powerfully down on foe, turning on the ball of her feet appding power to the swing from her entire body. As if descends on her apponent the blade tip beggins to whistle its destincive whistle, and one that makes no mistake of the weapons leathal intent.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 15, 2005, 07:02:22 AM
Radirez:

The large man Dominic charged with the iron bar onto Radirez. And Radirez tried to dodge but his agility failed him. He could be a fully armoured war machine being able to withstand some mighty punches but the flaw was his speed. He stumbled backwards but he was unable to dodge the thundering swing and fire sparked from his armour as the crowbar slid down his expensive armoured vest. He barely felt pain but the shock of the hit had thrown him off-balance, He dropped the sword and grabbed around to hold something, He could not fall to the ground because then he would be the most vulnerable, If he fell it would take him so much time to get up with his heavy weighing suit to give the enemy enough time to maim him. Radirez stumbled backwards even further and tripped over a previous slain body,… (Isaraldor’s kill) But managed to grab himself towards a wooden pillar just in time. He quickly reinforced himself by grabbing 2 of his secondary weapons. Two maces where drawn and on his turn he stood ready for a counter strike.

“ The entire thing gone wrong, I’m losing all of my men here, And there is one darned person to blame;… Darién,.. It proves that he is a traitor by not fighting along with us”.

Radirez just knew that Darién was too skilled in his profession to get caught by these heroes. Even though they had underestimated their strengths greatly,.. The battle was far from entirely lost. Areytuk was still out there and his skill exceeded all of them!, Not to mention their final men. Now at this point they where about to lose all that they have build, Their strengths and their power over this town because of a simple act of greed. The Shingar cat started it all,… Now it was just a matter of revenge and self-respect. These people dared to disturb them with THEIR business. And now the legendary Darién; Known by many of the great ones in the underworld betrayed them. He hadn’t kept his part of the bargain, And it was definitely something that should be taken care off once they’ve dealed with their attackers.

"Darien Gulath is Dead!"

A voice called from above the broken hatch where Dominic and Radirez’s now unconscious minion had smashed their way in…
A woman was there delivering this message, And for a moment Radirez was doubting if this was good news, Or bad news? If Darién was dead then it meant that he simply failed to deliver the message (of leading the heroes in their trap) and might have squealed out their entire plan when he probably was tortured to death trying to save his life in a final attempt…
However much time for any speculation wasn’t there because he was in a fight, And as he smashed one of his maces towards Dominic’s left flank he called out; Burton! Get her!, The mage will be dealt with later! Seeing that Isaraldor currently wasn’t in a state of fighting, Probably still beaten up from only half an hour earlier…

The twitchy swordsman ignored Isaraldor and sprinted over towards Illix to finish her. Burton was definitely not an easy opponent and did a great job in covering Radirez’s back.

Darién:

“Are you okay sir?” “He isn’t waking up, And he is bleeding all over the floor, I think he is dead…” “No he isn’t,.. He is breathing, can’t you see?” “Well the nearly naked woman that was previously downstairs told me that this man was a dangerous criminal, So maybe we should tie him up to be certain”.  “Let me get the rope”.
Voices and a banging head. But Darién was awake,… Even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet he was indeed conscious again. And the entire event replayed itself in his head one more time. He remembered everything, And even tough he was only out for ten minutes,… It was like he had been unconscious for hours. Fresh energy circulated trough his body slowly building and unleashing a rush of adrelline; fed by his own foolishness of bying beaten down by surprise. He opened his eyes and stared right into the eyes of the barman from downstairs who seemed to hold a rope in his hands. And 2 other people, A man and a woman, Probably a waitress and a visitor.
In a furious rage he sprang from the ground grabbing the barkeeper by the throat. The poor man was shaken with stupidity and surprise as Darién smashed his head on the wooden edge of the bed. So…. You… Wanted…. To … Tie… Me… up?… With every word Darién spoke he smashed the man’s head upon the edge and when blood started to splatter he loosened his grip leaving the man to fall unconscious on the floor. The woman started to scream and the other man seemed not brave enough to confront Darién. So Darién confronted him. With a mighty punch he smashed against the man’s nose to floor him. And Then he drew one of his verocious war swords and kept it on the screaming woman’s neck. Shut up! Or I will pierce your throat! And the woman was silenced. A grin appeared on Darién lips and he sheathed his sword again as he left the room towards downstairs. Some people watched the assassin with a slight suspicion, Curious on what had played there in Darién’s room.

Darién slowly padded on his way towards the woodcutter's house… He knew what would await him there… If his target’s had moved in careful enough and managed to charge without Radirez being able to use the element of surprise it would probably be a slaughter up there. And all out bloody war. And he was the one to blame for that. Also Areytuk wouldn’t appriciate this. Darién had destroyed the final trust and loyalty Areytuk had for him and it where now 2 parties he might have to face… The best thing he could do was to escape and never return in this town but on his own sick way he was to proud to run, He had to redeem himself,… Redeem his ego and respect. So he walked and reached the edge of the forest only being removed a few hundred peds from the battle spot, And he could hear the sounds of battle and steel on steel in the nearby distance. He walked into a battle that could once again mean his very own demise….

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 7/14/05 23:10


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 15, 2005, 09:46:22 AM
Illix smiled to herself. Clearly the well armored man and this "Burton" character were her enemies, the others showed no notice of her. Illix was especially pleased knowing she'd found the mage that had been kidnapped.

However, her immediate concern was Burton, who charged towards her. As he reached the staircase she performed a backflip to put some distance between herself and her opponent. Burton reached the top of the stairs and charged at Illix, swinging his sword in a horizontal arc at her waist. Illix countered this by making a small leap backwards, then pushed off the ground to leap back at the swordsman. Burton hadn't finished his first erratic swing and couldn't pull his sword into a position to defend himself, which was unfortunate for him, as he wasn't wearing any armor under his shirt. As Illix leaped she struck him in the chest with her glove blades.

Burton fell to one knee, and his sword fell from his hand. He clutched his wound through his torn and already blood soaked shirt, a look of fear and pain on his face as he watched his own blood pour out of his body. He quickly collapsed and after a few moments the motion of his breathing ceased.

Illix didn't have time to stick around to watch him however, she knew her blow had been a lethal one and after quickly wiping her blades clean on the peice of her cloak that was in her pocket she withdrew them and drew out her sword and Darien's dagger (it was slightly larger than the other ones she posessed) she then made her way back to the cellar and ran down the stairs. She didn't have too much confidence in a seemingly unconcious mage and a man armed with what looked like a crowbar against a large, armored, twin mace weilding opponent.

She was skeptical that way.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on July 20, 2005, 10:20:22 AM
Lia was so agitated by the presence of the cat that she dug her talons into Thaedras' shoulder. Thaedras stroked her and she calmed down somewhat.

The bench was far too small for Thaedras' large frame, but the tea and spicecakes more than made up for that. The old woman started to speak, and Thaedras listened with the repsect she deserved due to her age and gender.

As you may or may not have noticed, there's trouble going on in our little town. It started only a few short months ago, and being the simple folk we're being, nobody did a damn thing about it. But now, somebody's about to do a thing about it. Because if nobody does now, nobody ever will. And nothing's planning on going away itself. I've heard word that we're not the only folk that's seen this trouble. There's another small fishing town south o' here...Berinlou; south of Marcogg near that other gulf. Now...I'm not about to say I know about war or nothing, but I know plans when I hear em. And the plans I've heard, and now you've heard, are plans for war. Or something like it.

Something seemed to have agitated the cat at this point, for it started to growl threateningly. This was far from helping Lia's mood. She fluttered onto Thaedras' other shoulder and dug her talons into his flesh yet again. Thaedras whispered something unintelligable and she calmed again. The old woman continued.

Strange people have been coming into town. Bringing carts and small caravans through the mountains, and nobody's seeing the goods. Big ships come in, stock and leave during the night. They're ruining my town! I've lived here my whole life, and don't you be worrying about how long that may be, and things have changed more these past weeks than those past decades. Everybody's quiet. Everybody's secretive. Boys, I want my town back.

The boy slammed the table at this point and said

It's not so simple! They're armed. They're trained. They're completely devoid of feeling. They can level this town at whim, if they wanted. Why they don't, is beyond me.They've already taken my father and his livelihood. I don't know what I'm supposed to do about anything anymore.

The mercenary looks over and says

And we're not?

Confidence was one thing, blind arrogance was quite another, which Thaedras was quick to point out.

For the most part no, we are not armed. From what I see, we are a small boy, a SINGLE warrior, myself whom none of you know, a cat, and an elderly couple. Now personally, I have no idea what is going on around here. I arrived in Nepris today, and was seraching for my friend, Dom, when I ended up here drinking tea and eating spicecakes, which are delicious by the way, and being told about an impending war. Now i would love to help a woman as radian and generous as yourself, but first I would like some details, and at some point I would like to speak with Dom.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 7/20/05 2:25


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 21, 2005, 05:30:22 AM
The swordsman was surprised at Terra's skill in evading his blade. It was her sudden offensive strike that really took him, and the mercenary struggled to pull his own blade back up in a parry. Unfortunately for him, his dirk was too slow and too short. Though the woman's blow was deflected slightly, her sword plowed past the man's dirk and cut deeply into his right shoulder, causing him to drop his weapon and staggering to the ground.

Dominic roared as Radirez stumbled back and a frightening flame for the passion of battle simmered behind his usually bright eyes. He saw his oppenent lose focus for a moment and brought the crowbar up and out for a devastating cross, but just as the blow was being set into motion the mace flew out. Honed reflexes from his years at sea, where the unpredictable seas can dictate life or death, set into well-oiled motion and the path of the sailor's crowbar changed slightly. The mace grazed his leg, biting painfully through the loose casual trousers, just as the hooked end of the iron rod flashed down towards Radirez' wrist and forearm. At that same instance, the big man shuffled his footing somewhat and moved to ram his heavily muscled shoulder into the criminal.

Back outside the cottage, Paladia notched one more arrow. Terra seemed to be handling herself quite confidently with the last of the men who had come from the cottage. Out of the corner of her eye, Pally had seen the woman from earlier dashing into the cottage. She prayed the human wasn't so brash as to turn against them, though as it was starting to appear, such was in the nature of humans. But that was beyond Paladia's decision. Raising her arrow, the elf spotting a figure that seemed to be chasing after Illix.

"The enemy is the person who is not your ally" she whispered to herself, a self-taught mantra from her training. With casual accuracy, the Tethinrhim let fly for Erian.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 21, 2005, 09:11:22 AM
The woman with the fiery locks was finishing her opponent, and Erian was about to introduce himself when he heard a whistling noise as an arrow flew toward him. The arrow was justice incarnate for the death of his wife. He wanted the arrow to pierce his heart as sorrow had for the past century. He stood with his arms spread wide as the arrow closed the distance between himself and the archer.

Erian felt the arrow as it shot deep into his thigh. He stared into the hazel eyes of the elven archer as he wondered why he had been spared. He dropped to his knees as the pain overwhelmed him. He had been so close. A fore higher and he would have been lying peacefully in his grave. What twist of fate allowed his dismal existence to continue? He glared at the instrument that should have ended his life, and the arrow was clearly made by his kin. He lay on his back and looked at the sky as thoughts of his homeland filled his mind.

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on July 22, 2005, 07:25:22 AM
Terra's blade hardly slowed as it was slighly deflected by the mans attempt to block her strike, the blades new path leaving a vicious deep gash in his shoulder. Without halting Terra guided the graceful blade into and arch that started low, the tip nearly touching the ground, then came up to level off just above the mans shoulders. Then finally the blade followed the arch through the mans neck, only requiring a single swift stroke to separate the mans head from his body.

Terra takes a quick look around her for any more apponents, then seeing the woman from the healers cottage plunge into the cell. Charging towards the celler she held her MoonBlade in one hand allowing it to trial after her. Many apponents mistake this as her letting down her guard while not realizing that the specific way she held the blade would allow her to launch a very quick attack, and yet allow her to close at a full run.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 22, 2005, 06:41:22 AM
Radirez:

A flash of pain screamed trough Radirez’s arm because of the fast and heavy impact of the crowbar. He dropped one of his maces but tried to smash another into the torso of his big opponent. However he did not anticipate the big guy to directly collapse against his breastplate and as they both had set forth to deliver a attack they both rammed full force into eachother. Radirez faced the strength and weight of Dominic while Dominic would be knocked against the iron plates of his armour which would probably be even more painful. However this brought up Radirez’s worst weakness into practice. He lost his balance and made a quick journey towards the floor. But not until he smashed with his shoulder against the pillar standing in the middle of the basement. However he had been fast in his senses and as he dropped he made sure he landed on his hands and knees. And he had hereby spared his final possible rescue. His alternative weapon,…Hanging over his back, A wooden artwork called;.. The crossbow. Radirez’s mace was of no use when he would be on the ground so he grabbed his final weapon as quick as possible to fire the one arrow he had, from his crossbow. He turned as quickly as possible to let lose the string at Dominic hoping that he was fast enough to stand a chance against the muscled sailor’s speed.

Darién:


Darién slowly padded trough the forest when he saw a figure on the floor behind a tree. As he turned over the guy he noticed that he was dead. “Zerigron” A loyal servant of Areytuk. “Caught by an arrow and was finished with a knife stab…” It seemed clear to him that there was some serious opposition to deal with. An archer that could match Zerigron? Zerigron was one of the best archers Darién had ever seen. A tremendous loss of good skill, Yet it had always been a cocky show-off. He got what he deserved; Where Darién’s thoughts,..
He sneaked trough the forest to spot an elf-woman from the backside. Paladia;… “The archer”. Yes… And it seemed that she just killed somebody with an arrow. In the further distance he saw a fight between a red-haired woman and some of Radirez’s men. Darién moved on a quickly but overly silent pace to engage the female archer. And when he reached his destination he attempted to grab her from behind, in a firm grasp around her throat to squeeze the air out of her when she tried to struggle.

Drop the bow! He would command and once she did he would drag her into the forest, Yet not entirely sure of what he was doing…

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 7/21/05 22:41


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 25, 2005, 10:18:22 AM
Paladia watched with grim confusion as Erian took the hit and crumpled to the ground. Thinking perhaps he was ill, or maybe a citizen, her chest clenched with guilt. No way that a person who was a threat to her would have taken that arrow in the leg. Meaning to move forward, Paladia's heart jumped to her throat.

She had been too distracted by her confusion of Erian's fall to pay close enough attention to her surroundings, and because of that, it may have cost her her life. The hand closed around her throat, constricting her breathing painfully as fear and despair washed over the elf.

"Drop the bow!" a male commanded, but Paladia did not comply. She new better than to openly fight this man, for as a male human, Pally suspected he would surely best her in close hand combat. Still, the archer would not discard her bow which was now her only weapon, having left the dagger in the woods. That decision had come to slap her in the face for her weakness, Pally noted, and she realized now that guilt aids no one. The elven woman tensed, standing defiantly alongside her captor, but did not fight against his grasp. She would save herself at a more appropriate time.

~~~

The men upstairs watched helplessly, their faces pale with wonder, as Terra made quick work of their now less than headstrong companion. The five men inside looked at each other, short swords in hand, just as Dominics almost beastial cry echoed in their ears. "Come on!" shouted one, moving for the cellar stairs, "If we don't go down there and Radirez survives, he'll have our hides... and then some!" Realizing the truth of the statement, the four of the mercenaries crowded down the stairs while the last quietly slipped up into the top level loft that Dominic had said would be there.

Dominic came in on Radirez and his eyes flared wide as the crossbow bolt struck hard in his left shoulder. Fortunately for the big man, he was just that. Big. The mass of muscle around his shoulder and bicep helped hinder the long-term damage of the bolt and for the time being, it would only slow him and make him more angry. Not skipping a step, Dom's right hand flashed down and scooped Radirez up by the throat, easilly lifting the man into the air. His face flushed with rage, the sailor swiftly thrust his hand and opponent's head into the nearby wall.

The four mercenaries watched in horror as Dominic overpowered their leader and each silently ammended to themself that they would not take the sailor on if possible. Isaraldor having slipped from sight, this left only Illix as a vulnerable opponent. Each man deviously eyed the woman's frame and charged in on her, the small space forcing them into a line just as Terra rounded into sight.

Edited by: Paladia Entonei  at: 7/25/05 2:20


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on July 25, 2005, 12:04:22 PM
For the most part no, we are not armed. From what I see, we are a small boy, a SINGLE warrior, myself whom none of you know, a cat, and an elderly couple.

Pellegra smiled visibly at Theadras' misconception and she passed a glance over to Herald to see if he noticed.

Now personally, I have no idea what is going on around here. I arrived in Nepris today, and was searching for my friend, Dom, when I ended up here drinking tea and eating spicecakes, which are delicious by the way, and being told about an impending war. Now i would love to help a woman as radiant and generous as yourself, but first I would like some details, and at some point I would like to speak with Dom.

Pellegra nodded kindly, both in recognition for the sailor's kind words and his wish to speak with Dom. "Yes yes, you can speak to Dom soon enough, I'm sure--"

"Assuming of course that shoulder of his doesn't slow him down too much," came a raspy voice from the door. Shan shot up, alarmed that, even with his profoundly superior hearing, had not heard the old woman, older still than Pellegra, approach the door. Rose was hunched over an equally gnarled cane, leaning against the door frame. Her fair face was wrinkled while thin, wirey hair the color of midwinter-fallen snow was tied back in a tight bun. "No need to worry, Pellegra, Mimi's at my own house. Sleeping, she is."

Rose shuffled into the cottage, Pellegra smiling as the woman who must have been in her mid seventies made herself at home by serving a cup of tea for herself. Shanvorin got out of the way as the old woman moved towards him, not batting an eye at the docile shingar. Standing at the table, Rose cast a long stare over everybody that sat there, just her presence giving the cottage a queer feeling.

"Rose, what brings you here, then?" Pellegra asked quietly, taking a sip of her tea.

Rose cleared her throat and coughed a few times, a pained expression passing over ancient features that made Pellegra look like she was forty. "I came meaning to ask you about tomorrows feast, but found myself overhearing a less than festive conversation. I tell you now that justice will be found in Nepris, at a price, but found nevertheless. I can only hope that the foul spirit of our town is not shared with the winds, for Dominic," she continued, nodding towards Thaedras, "sails tomorrow evening and I do wish him a safe voyage."

Shan tensed on the floor, his ears folded back against his head and the fur upon his heavilly muscled shoulders stood up slightly. He did not distrust Rose, a woman so old that he feared that her bones would crack with every step, but there was something about her. A feeling he couldn't place but wanted to get rid of.

"But there are other matters to be attended to," she began, her voice taking on a more light tone, and Rose produced a tiny parcel from the apron she wore around her waist. "Cole, you're friends with the shop-girl in town, aren't you, lad?" The young boy flushed suddenly, and nodded quietly but respectfully. "Excellent," Rose continued, placing the parcel gently on the side of the table. "I want you boys to take this down to her, Cole will show you the way. And I mean all of you," instructed the old woman, pointing an arthritic finger around the table, "So that to leave me and Pellegra to do things for old women."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Erián'melór on July 26, 2005, 12:44:22 AM
Erian stared in shock at the blood that was slowly staining his violet robe. The crimson flow held the essence of his being, and he desired nothing more than to be free of this earthly existence. His broken spirit longed to leave his injured body and soar through the sky as he searched for the soul of his lost love. There had been another time in his life when blood had soaked his robe, and his delirious mind relived that moment as his body twisted in agony...

The blade slowed as it sliced across her fair throat. Even time itself had slowed and only Erian moved at a normal speed. The first drop of blood flew from the gaping wound and landed on the robe of the Injerin bard. A second drop soon followed as the flow of blood became a raging river. Her blood soaked him as it mixed with the tears that were streaming down his face. The malicious grin of the bandit leader mocked him as the villan shoved the lifeless body of Erian's wife onto the kneeling elf. Rough hands seized him as a rope was strung around his neck. Erian tried to scream but no sound could escape his lips, and he was a prisoner in his own body as his limbs refused to respond to his mental commands. The rope slowly constricted as Erian was hanged from a massive oak. It was draining the elf of his very life, and he welcomed death with open arms as his mind slowly shut down...

Erian Melor~The spark of life rests upon the edge of a knife.
~Elf Age Calculator
~Measures Converter



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 26, 2005, 05:24:22 AM
Darién dragged her from the battlefield into the forests, Where they disappeared from the other people’s sight. His grasp grew more tight as he was angry at the woman for not dropping her weapon. But he wasn’t concerned, Paladia wasn’t capable of inflicting damage on him with the bow. Her arrows where the danger now and he would certainly not be caught by surprise now. It was just him and her, And if she tried anything he could squeeze the breath out of her until she died or… like he had done before… Brake the now oh so fragile looking neck of hers…
The elf-woman was slightly taller then him and her long red with a tint of strawberry blond hairs waved trough Darién’s face. She wasn’t heavy to drag at all, Darién could feel her slender, strong yet womanly soft and appealing body pressing slightly against him. A lovely but deadly woman; He had met so few of those. Kiseria flashed trough his mind, The kind of woman he loved yet untouchable.

He floored her down upon the ground keeping his hand on her throat, Yet he released his grip to let the woman catch a breath and to show some mercy. This had been easier then he thought. Like a shadow he had marched upon the field and he disappeared within the same moments with a captive,.. He wondered if anyone had seen him, Or if they would miss this woman.

In a kneeled position keeping his right knee on Paladia’s bow wrist to prevent her from slapping him with it and his left hand on the woman’s throat still acting gently… He pierced the woman’s eyes with his own trying to read Paladia’s emotion. What was going on in her little head? Was she panicking already? Or maybe provoking him?
So this was the archer that took out Zerigron?… This woman;… Who seemed so helpless at the moment was responsible for taking out one of Areytuk’s best men. An archer responsible for “dozens” of dead men. Darién looked down upon her as if he was her father teaching her a lesson, Or maybe a king who was displeased with one of her minions together with the cocky attitude that shows on Darién’s face when he totally owns his opponent yet with a slight remorse and sorrow in having to do what he had to do now… A beautiful woman who was waging her own war with her fellow companions against Areytuk’s force. He recognised her,… being the centre of group with a big Shingar Cat at her side… She and the cat where the main reason that this war was brewing between the two party’s. It was the ignition to something far greater… Nepris was in the iron grasp of Areytuk and all these strong warriors where now bound to one and another when Darién and Bolthor kidnapped the mage.
“And now he had to kill her, And take the lifeless corpse towards Areytuk”.

Darién stood up and faced over Paladia; He grasped one of his War Swords from his back but did not gave any intension of slicing it down upon her. He awaited until she had her full breath back so she could speak. Darién didn’t spoke. Why was it not appealing to kill her? Was it because the woman processed something, Maybe the twinkle in her eyes or the way she looked or was, The fact that she was a skilled killer just like him? Or because Darién was in need of a new ally, Since he was almost sure that he screwed up his favour with the big boss. He watched over his shoulder beyond the tree’s and saw the massacre. Dead bodies on the roof and around the house. Did it matter that much to him? These few pieces of gold,… Endless dangers and the risk of obtaining another (maybe fatal?) injury upon him?…

Darién was in a fortunate mood for Paladia’s sake because he hadn’t killed her yet. But if she tried anything,…. To scream, Or try to attack he would surely not hesitate to shift down the warsword with such an incredible speed that she would lose a limb…

To break the tension he started to talk;
Who are you? And why are you and only a few others trying to face it up against Areytuk’s guild? Can’t you see that it has no use? Even if you kill all his men here;.. Then you are still a long shot away from defeating his full capability... Areytuk is a man with connections, And now that he has started this little guerrilla war ; …. You have all crushed your final odds on leaving Nepris alive... His personal champion Bolthor has yet to face the fray,… Not even to mention Areytuk himself. All of his men fear him for innumerable reasons….

Darién spoke dead-calm; As if there wasn’t a big fight going on behind his back…
He wanted to get some insight on this woman. What was she thinking?

Edited by: Darien Gulath at: 7/25/05 22:08


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 26, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
His throat was squeezed tightly and he couldn’t breathe. His one evil eye stared towards Dominic with fear and anger. His tender skin sticked towards the palm of Dominic’s hand and it burned Radirez. The man was a towering ferocious force almost comparable with Bolthor and it was mad. The arrow hadn’t proven to be reliable and even tough Radirez had battled him with any means possible he was still losing from the berserker. His head collapsed against the wall from behind; and a the part of cloth wrapped around the back of his head turned red. A thin line of blood circled down the wall on his armour. Radirez looked like a demon with his deformed face and expressions of anger and fear. His evil eye searched the room panicking… His men! Yes his men!, They had arrived…. Do Something! Kill them! Yet to his surprise all of the men charged in on the woman instead of aiding him. Radirez’s attempts where to release Dominic’s grip by trying to pull his fingers from his throat. As Radirez’s started to daze he turned mad in a raging and stubborn attempt to whack his opponent with his iron gloves on the muscled arms to inflict such pain that he “had to” release. This wasn’t over yet! If his men wouldn’t help he would kill the guy himself! He was like a beast trapped in a corner.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on July 26, 2005, 08:47:22 AM
Kaelan stands at the mere mention of doing something other than sitting here "enjoying" tea with a few old ladies. Even though only a few hours have passed, his blades are again eager. Still, this sounds more like a cheap escort, but still, it is promising. After all, trouble could be that way, and right now, trouble sounds like an amusing prospect.

He pushes his shoulders back and around, limbering them, but stops rather suddenly as Paladia's mark reminded him of itself. He winces but lightly, and tries the stretch again, this time intentionally passing through the painful motion with increased force. He relaxes into an at attention stance, content that the motion is painful, but bearable, and certainly still possible.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on July 26, 2005, 12:49:22 PM
((Nice to see Kiseria thrown in there ^^))

Paladia's training seemed to have saved her, for as her steely gaze matched his, unwavering, the opponent seemed to ease up. As he stood, a plan slowly started forming in her mind. The elf could only pray to the All Mother that this horrible man would be so ignorant as to underestimate her speed.

"Who are you? And why are you and only a few others trying to face it up against Areytuk’s guild? Can’t you see that it has no use? Even if you kill all his men here;.. Then you are still a long shot away from defeating his full capability... Areytuk is a man with connections, And now that he has started this little guerrilla war ; …. You have all crushed your final odds on leaving Nepris alive... His personal champion Bolthor has yet to face the fray,… Not even to mention Areytuk himself. All of his men fear him for innumerable reasons…."

The elf remained silent for a long moment, considering her options and responses. She was at no risk of betrayal to speak truthfully, for there was nobody but herself to betray. And so, should she be found in a lie, Paladia did not doubt Darien's swiftness to end her life.

"I wish nothing for this Areytuk you speak of. He is nothing to me. His own affairs seem to have intruded upon my own, and for that, I work to progress my own gain. I care nothing of this guild nor this war you speak of."

Paladia's own tone matched the emotion of her captors, twitch for twitch, tone for tone. Her cold, warrior's eyes stared up at him, the green orbs unfeeling and unseeing. Still, Pally found herself feeling for her own position and his, organizing some quick strikes should his reply turn hostile.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on July 29, 2005, 11:25:22 AM
Illix headed for the open celler but stopped , seeing that not only was the situation in there under control for the moment, but she'd gotten herself a welcome wagon of four angry men. Illix welcomed some more combat, her fight with Burton hadn't nearly been challenging enough to even be called a skirmish. However, four to one weren't her favorite odds in the world, so she decided to play to these men's sense of cowardice- it was clear they weren't exactly the bravest souls on the battlefeild since they'd only shown up just now and were attacking what they assumed to be a mere woman. Pity they didn't know Illix was most likely the most dangerous one there... but they would.

Illix turned to face the approaching group with her sword in one hand and Darien's dagger in the other, and she held up the latter for them to see. "Do you see this? This is the dagger of Darien Gulath, which I removed from his person after single handedly defeating him. If any of you want to live you'll be wise to surrender now."


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on July 29, 2005, 11:48:22 PM
"I wish nothing for this Areytuk you speak of. He is nothing to me. His own affairs seem to have intruded upon my own, and for that, I work to progress my own gain. I care nothing of this guild nor this war you speak of."

Darién wasn’t a word wiser. She had told him exactly what he knew already. And what was he supposed to do now? Kill this woman? She was so vulnerable lying there; This woman wielding such skill in archery, slaughtered half of the men on their base. She had turned the very roles of Radirez’s force against them. They had to be caught by surprise but instead they caught them by surprise,.. And now they where winning. Well,…for the time being. A battle could be won but eventually the war would be lost, Unless,…. He switched sides. He knew Areytuk’s hideout and he also knew his men, Their tactics and many things more of importance. Of course none of this would be done out of charity. No Darién simply used the odds in his favour to achieve his desired reward. And why would he want to earn his money from his highly unreliable (especially now, when the word goes about Darién’s betrayal) “friend” when he could just collect it from the lifeless body of his old companion…..
These people would prove to be nothing more then simple puppets in the end played by Darién. Darién could build trust easily when he would enter the fray and started slaughtering his own men.

I can tell you where Areytuk is. He spoke towards the woman on the ground. In fact,… I am the key to his defeat.

And Darién knew that with his knowledge the odds of his previously assigned targets would highly increase. And with that said he offered Paladia his hand so she could crawl back up.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 01, 2005, 12:37:22 PM
The four men that leave the safety of the loft seem not to have the stomach to face Terra in combat, instead they rush toward the other woman on the field who demands they surrender. Terra does not wait for them to make their descission, she spins bringing her Moon Blade up then let it fall apon th mans back. Though Terra does not favor attacking from behind, she is not about to take any risks and lower her weapons until they dropped theirs.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Luca the Thief on August 03, 2005, 12:06:22 PM
((Hey guys, Pally/Shan here. Sorry about the wrong account and all, but I'm tryig to keep my online time short and sweet. At least I'm posting, huh? :lol ))

"Do you see this? This is the dagger of Darien Gulath, which I removed from his person after single handedly defeating him. If any of you want to live you'll be wise to surrender now."

The men paused slightly, glancing at each other. Darien? Defeated by this woman? was the look on the faces of the men. Still, though, they would find their death soon, whether by the hands of this woman or their superiors should they not follow orders. One did flee and took off up the stairs and out the front door, leaving his unnerved companions behind. The mercenary in the lead, not minding the deserter, let out a cry and charged in on Illix. His heavy short sword came down in a diagonal chop, from Illix’s left shoulder and meaning to follow into her right hip.

Yet, at this moment, a different kind of cry rumbled in the air. A moderately sized man in the back of the charge took Terra’s moonblade in the shoulder-blade. The intimidating weapon cut through his leather armor and made an angry wound on his right. Eyes blazing, he tossed his mace to his left hand and spun, the mace coming in fast from the side for Terra in a quick rebuttle.

Paladia looked at Darien, more than a little shocked at his offer. She was beginning to hate humans more and more with each new one she met. Always changing sides, always changing stories. Stupid things! She could not trust this Darien, she refused to. Yet… he knew things from the inside.

No, to team with him would be the same as becoming like him. Paladia looked at his outstretched arm. Her heritage, her honor, was above this vicious mercenary. She would never need him. Unthreatened, Pally brought herself to her feet on her own, pushing up with both hands, and stood before Darien, a little taller than him, but unarmed, she recognized her disadvantage and had to maneuver around her words carefully.

“As I’ve already said, this Areytuck is no need to me. My mage is in the cottage, I am quite sure of that, and afterwards… “ Pally’s voice wavered as she paused. What would they do afterwards? Where were they being led now? “Your offer is gracious, but unnecessary.” The elf changed her shoulders slightly, not in assertive way, but to convey the knowledge that should Darien be so brash as to attack her, he would not find himself fighting a defenseless human woman.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on August 03, 2005, 10:09:22 PM
Look milady,… If you are willing or not, You are surrendered towards my help. Areytuk will not stop until every last one of you is dead. And I know where he is. A quick hit and run action lead by me and Areytuk is history! Darién spoke self-confident. Yet seeing the determined reaction on the elf’s face he knew that this woman simply did not want his help. He might as well could have lead her into yet another ambush for all she knew. So it was understandable that she chose not to trust him. Darién sighed and questioned his next move. However his attention was distracted when he heard something from the bushes at his right. Did he hear someone breathe? He closely turned his back towards Paladia and stepped a few paces forward towards the suspicious location. Was someone spying on them? Darién received the answer in the following moments. With an incredible speed Bolthor lured out to have a swing at him. The giant’s fist collapsed against Darién’s nose, And Darién’s body was smacked down on his back. Blood ran all over his face, disorientated and confused of what happened he simple laid there. Bolthor seemed furious; You traitor! I knew you weren’t trustworthy, I only needed to see it with my own eyes!
The giant man kicked with his right foot in Darién’s stomach with such a force that Darién smacked 4 peds further with his back against a tree, Dropping his warsword. Bolthor pulled his giant war axe from his back and his eyes shot towards Paladia. You are dead! Elf! He yelled angry. And he attacked in a furious horizontal swing aimed at the woman’s breast-height.

Darién tried to regain his breath as he tried to shut off the stinging pain his nose… His nose that supposedly was broken…
This was the second time on one day that he had lost the fight…. Well,… That he was taken by surprise,.. Was he getting sloppy? He had to admit that his opponents where also rather unusual.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on August 05, 2005, 02:41:22 PM
There were suddenly a growing number of elderly women giving Thaedras orders. But He was told that He would be in contact with Dom soon, so it couldn't hurt to help this radiant woman with her chore.

It would please me greatly to be of assistance to you, Rose. Come Cole, show me the way.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on August 06, 2005, 10:35:22 AM
Illix watched as one of the men fled, and another was busy fighting with the other woman. That left two all to her, and she couldn't help but pity them. They were only fighting her because they deemed everyone else on this battlefeild more dangerous. Sadly for them, Illix was confident that they couldn't be more wrong.

As Illix watched the men charge she adjusted her grip around the dagger and sheathed her sword. As the closest attacker began his swing she saw her chance and kicked off the ground, but rather than dodge she charged towards the man, ducking under his swing, moving behind him and plunging her dagger  into his torso as she slipped past. She then lept aside and drew her sword back out so she could still face the two of them without being surrounded.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Luca the Thief on August 11, 2005, 12:17:22 PM
"Look milady... if you are willing or not, you are surrendered towards my help. Areytuk will not stop until every last one of you is dead. And I know where he is. A quick hit and run action lead by me, and Areytuk is history!"

Paladia stared at him, her eyes steely. She realized, to her horror, that he was probably right about the fact that this Areytuk would kill them. Pally had only met him for a brief moment back at Pellegra’s cottage, but there was something about the way he handled himself that set the leader apart from other warriors. He had his own set of rules, his own perception of honor. The elf was about to answer but was silenced as Bolthor thundered out of the trees. The second he moved onto Darien, Paladia took the bow off her back and notched an arrow in one fluid moment. She let fly one, just as Bolthor turned for her, and it struck hard just to the top right of his chest, near his shoulder. Not having time to loose another, and Bolthor’s rage sure to strike her down, the Tethinrhim stepped back two paces. The huge man was fast, but not fast enough for the lithe, painstakingly trained, warrior.

Pally weaved behind a tree as Bolthor came after her, her footing silent and carefully positioned to ensure she would not trip up and still give her steady ground for a shot. Still, the giant man charged after her, cracking branches and swinging his axe. Paladia unhooked another arrow and let fly. It flew past his face, Pally unable to tell if it tagged him or not, but the pause it took for her take a shot was long enough for Bolthor to get in close enough for a strike. The axe came down in a heavy, vertical strike that would have cleaved her had Paladia not spun to the right and out of the way. She let one more arrow fly, then another immediately after, hoping to score while Bolthor had to compensate for the momentum of his miss. Wise in doing so, the first arrow went deep into the flank under his ribs while the second hammered hard into a thigh. Still, the arrows barely slowed him. A thousand arrows were needed to take this monstrosity out.

Suddenly, Pally’s back foot stepped down on something that was not of nature, and she found Darien’s sword.  Paladia bent down and took up the blade. She could not best Bolthor in melee combat, for his sheer size would finish her, but for the blade to become airborne, it might do enough damage. The elf wound her right arm back, her bow hooked over her left shoulder for the time being and an arrow tucked under her arm, and let fly. Her training with throwing weapons was limited, and her ability for javelins was always something she berated herself with, but it should have been enough for the short distance. The sword lurched awkwardly in the air once she heaved it, but it did not take Bolthor in the chest as she would have preferred, but still it hit home, once again, in his shoulder. It went in deep, and the huge man let out a roar, ripping the tip from his flesh. As Paladia had hoped, the wound was grievious enough to slow him enough for her to gain more ground between them, though her hand bled now where she had grasped the blade itself for the throw. Once she was a few peds away, the elf let loose a powerful barrage of arrows, nearly emptying her quiver in a few breaths. Bolthor had stopped, and he looked almost comical with the many elvish-crafted arrows sticking from his person. Still, he had been matched and he crashed to the ground, nearly unconscious and bleeding profusely.


The man that Terra had stabbed let out a little sound and crumpled to his knees, the blood seeping from his now soaked tunic and through the hole in his leather armor. The remaining two mercenaries squared, almost abreast of one another, facing Illix. One had a slightly curved dirk that had been sharpened to a vicious sheen. The second, the larger of the two with a shaved head, bore a pair of spiked brass knuckles and a leaden baton. “Make your move, pretty lady,” the second spat, showing a brutish grin of missing or stained teeth. The first man with the dirk glanced at his companion, and was not so confident. With a grunt, he hefted his blade and lunged into Illix, his speed surprisingly impressive for his first appearance.


Radirez cursed vividly, and screamed as loud as he could with Dominic's calloused hands squeezing at his throats. "I"ll kill you you bastards! You traitors! Save me you wretches!" he scraggled, but Dominic was not complacent. He had had just about enough of this... leader. A growl rumbling from his chest, Dominic hefted Radirez, spit in his eyes, and thundered the pathetic man in the floor. There was a crunch and a splatter, and the sailor found his boots covered in blood and a very, very, dead mercenary at his feet.

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 8/11/05 4:33


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on August 12, 2005, 01:04:22 PM
Illix watched the two men face her with no signs of doubt or fear on her face- an easy feat, since there was none in her mind.

“Make your move, pretty lady,”

Illix scowled and was about to speak when the other man lunged at her with his blade. Illix quickly sidestepped the strike, sheathing her weapons as she did so, and grabbed the man's arm by the wrist and the shoulder. She then brought the man's arm down and her knee up in a collision course that resulted in a sickening crack as the man's arm broke at the elbow. Illix released the man's arm and watched as he fell to the ground screaming and crying from the pain. He wouldn't be anymore trouble. Illix turned to face her remaining opponent just as he swung his weapon and caught her off guard, landing a blow to her chest and dropping her to the ground, winded.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 16, 2005, 06:52:22 AM
Terra continues to struggle with her apponent till he finally sucomed to his wounds and slumpted to the ground no long a threat. Without hesitation Terra turns toward the remaining two apponents as the other woman warrior puts one down leaving him screaming with a broken arm, then is cought off guard and knoched down. Terra sheithed her Moonblade and drew a long slightly curved dagger from her belt, grabbing the man with one hand, and drives her dagger though his back with the other. Even with the dagger in his back the man swings an elbow back in anger connecting hard with Terra's head, though she maintains her grip and stands her ground. Giving her dagger a quick percise twist, the man falls limp before he can repeat the stinging blow that left her ear ringing.

With all apparent opposition having been dispatched, Terra survays the area for any more attackers before, shiething her dagger and offering the woman warrior a hand up.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Luca the Thief on August 24, 2005, 03:45:22 AM
Dominic let out a sigh with a trace of pain despite the fact that the wounds he had sustained through the fight were minimal at best. Leaning against a support beam with his hand, the large sailor, chest heaving, held his head and shuddered. Hearing the fight behind him, Dominic turned to face it, the left side of his face now smeared with the deceased's blackening blood. Instead, the sailor found two women, quite composed after finishing off their opponents, and a small smile found itself through his bristling, blood splattered beard.

He moved over to them, replacing his crowbar with the nice, curved dirk should another hostile acquaintence be made, until he passed the stairs. There, lying limp, was the mage they had come here for. With a grunt, the sailor bent down and scooped the mage into his hands, walking over to the women. "We've done great things, ladies, but our mage needs bandages and salves."

~~~

He nearly tripped on the rough cobbles of the streets, running past the few wary villagers and pushing a few too slow of foot and wit to get out of his way. He was not an idiot, and would not die at the hands of a woman, no matter her strength. Peter knocked rapidly on the door of a nondescript cottage then, in his impatience, rapped against it several more times until it swung open. He was jerked in by the collar and shoved against the adjacent wall as the door closed with a bang. "I need to speak with Areytuk. Now!" He was greeted only with a gutteral growl. "I'm from the lumberjack's cottage. We've been taken! Three women and a local fisherman from what I could tell. Please, I must speak with Areytuk!"

"Three skirts and local dock garbage? Hah! I should kill you for your insolence but upon hearing this, Areytuk will slit your throat with more skill than I should posess." The shadowed man, a thing Peter and all his paid comrads had come to admire from afar and fear for good reason, thrust the mercenary down the dank and pitch black hallway. Scrambling to his feet, Peter rushed off to their leader's stronghold.

One more punch only provided a tingling to his now numb and broken face. "You scum! You worthless peices of garbage!" Aryetuk screamed and berated, lashing Peter again with his bare and bloodied knuckle. "A town! You can't overtake a town of fishermen, housemaids and children!" Peter gargled something, though his lips were cut and swollen and his wrists ached as the rope dug into them behind the chair. "What was that?"

"The- there was dis elfess. With a bow. An'nother woman. Gulath is dead!"

"They killed Gulath?" Areytuk took pause, luring his victim into a false sense of security, until a sick grin spread across his narrow features. "Saves me the trouble, I'm sure. That bitch of an elf from the cottage, obviously. Friend of the cat. And that human woman," Areytuk glowered, a hand going to the fresh bandage, "No trouble. We'll kill them all. Because I'm taking this town for the greater good, whether there's a living soul left in it or not."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on August 26, 2005, 02:23:22 PM
Illix took the woman's hand and pulled herself to her feet. There was a sharp pain in her chest where she'd been hit, and she knew she'd broken a couple of ribs.

"We've done great things, ladies, but our mage needs bandages and salves."


Illix turned to see the man she'd attempted to help out earlier before she'd been ambushed carrying who she presumed was the mage she'd come to rescue. "I'm up for some of those myself, heh heh," Illix winced as she spoke, spasms of pain shooting from her ribs around her back and up the back of her neck. She decided that speaking wasn't a smart idea and began to silently look around for Erian, the only person around here she knew the name of, despite having been around him for less time.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 26, 2005, 02:56:22 PM
Terra helps the woman warrior, who seems quite battered to her feet. Terra notes that the woman quite likely has broken one or more of her ribs in the fight, as evendenced by her attempt at a witty comment being cut off by the pain, then looks to Domonic with a cool expression.

"Meny men have lost their live this day. We have not done anything worthy of greatness, we have rescued the mage from his kidnappers, nothing more."

Terra's eyes servayed the dead, then came back to look at the others.

"We should return to Pellegra's cottage. She seems a comptitant healer and can tend to our wounds."

Terra left unsead the plain seeping into her ankle, she had sprained it slightly while figting her first apponent, though she had been able to keep the pain from her mind till now. It hurt, but she could walk on it as she needs to for the time being, but she knew it would only get worse till it could be propperly tended.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on August 28, 2005, 01:04:22 PM
Dominic nodded to Terra. "I don't take joy in these deaths, nor do I regret what we have done here. The men have destroyed my home from the inside, and I have watched friend and family suffer for it." His voice was quiet, almost sad, but the set of his eyes possessed a smoldering anger.

The sailor shook his head, hoping to push the thought from his mind, and glanced at the other woman. Giving Illix a concerned look, Dominic shifted Isaraldor's weight till the mage was slung over his left shoulder. "A hand?" he asked, smiling slightly as he extended his right arm to help her walk. His smile was warm and welcoming, but a boyish light flickered for a second in his once solemn eyes.

~~~

Cole watched quietly, then stood. Bowing respectfully to the women, he took up the small parcel. "I need to see Rosie anyway," he said quietly, looking to his feet bashfully which reminded Shan that he was still just out of his youth. Shanvorin then, just remembered, so was he and the cat shifted uneasilly on the floor.

"Bah!" Herald exclaimed, interupting Shan from his thoughts, and glowered at the women not too many years his senior. He stood suddenly, pushing the heavy chair back with the back of his knees. "I did not come here to set tables and deliver packages," he began, setting his tea cup down on the saucer nontoogently and discretely snatching a spice cake and stuffing it in a pocket. "You people!" he continued, muttering to himself and storming out the door. Rose and Pellegra looked after him curiously, noticing him wandering in the wrong direction. The apothecary glanced at her peer curiously, and Rose shook her head dismissively.


The young townsboy led the others out of the cottage and Pellegra said to him, out of Brent's earshot. "Don't worry about your father. I will tend to him immediately. Send some men up to get him." She paused before setting a gnarled hand on his shoulder, "You're a strong man, Cole. You'll be okay. We all will." The young man looked wary, then he cast an eye to Rose who was humming, off key, to herself and wiping down the table. With a sigh, he nodded and led them down the road, leaving Shan with the women.

Pellegra took the napkins from the chair Rose had set them on and moved into the back, behind a curtain, where Shanvorin assumed she would leave for washing. The older woman paused in her humming and eyed the cat for a long moment, her steely, ancient gaze giving him the most unsettling of feelings and Shan even took an involuntary step away from her. "Don't worry, cat. You'll find the old man if you just watch your footing," she said matter of factly, turning from Shan and setting to doing the dishes. The shingar's lower jaw fell slack and he could feel the fur all along his spine tingle on end. About to pursue this woman further in his shock, Pellegra emerged from the back with a straw broom.

"What is that beast still doing in here?" she said aloud, and she began swaying the broom threateningly.

"Who knows," Rose said absently before turning to him and staring deep into Shan's bewildered blue orbs and saying, "go with them, Cat."

He paused, completely mesmerized. Did she know? Could she help me? The old man, she knows where he is! Shan's thoughts whirled out of control, but there was something in her voice that told Shanvorin that he had no choice but to obey.

Cole and his entourage passed through the now deserted roads of the tiny village. The only people they saw were a few children running from house to house, either with toys or helpful bundles for their mothers, and women doing chores on their front steps. The few looked up and recognized Cole, but their faces darkened instantly as they saw the strange men. The untrusting gazes turned to unmasked terror at the sight of Shanvorin. The shingar hung his head and folded his ears back, ashamed and newly distressed about his mutated and deformed figure. He suddenly felt heavy-limbed and awkward, tripping on a loose cobblestone. He could hear whisperings behind him and the ominous sound of heavy door bars falling into place. Cole too noticed the disturbance and wrung his hands. They were drawing attention to themselves and to do that in the occupied town often led to trouble.

Luckily, he turned a corner and was releived to find the small road empty. Cole picked up his pace and ushered them into a tiny shop. From a quick lookaround, Shan could see it was a general store. The thick air smelled of must and leather which strongly irritated the cat's powerful nose. Shanvorin snorted a few times and paced about the floor, looking out the ajar door a few times to see if the townsfolk had been curious enough about him to follow. The road remained empty, but it was little relief.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps coming from above. Shan, along with Cole, turned his gaze to a tiny winding staircase in the back corner of the store, nestled behind the heavy oaken counter, that led to the living quarters above the shop. He became instantly intruiged the dainty bare feet of a woman shuffled down the steps. Slowly, winding down the staircase, a stunning young woman appeared. She was dressed simply, in a soft-blue, long linen dress with no sleeves and a broad, burgandy band from her hips to just below her bustline. Her face was soft, with fair blushed skin and faded features save for shy, dark green eyes. Black hair cascaded around her shoulders and down her back, wavy around her face and curling tightly at the waist-length tips.

Her eyes raised and she spotted Cole, and a stifled squeal escaped her. Rushing across the dark wooded floors, the girl whom Shan could only infer was Rosie, leapt into Cole's arms and nearly suffocated him.

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 8/28/05 7:39


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on August 29, 2005, 07:00:22 AM
Thaedras followed the young boy's lead through the town. It was very apparent that the townspeople took notice of them, but that didn't bother Thaedras, for with his confident air, eye patch, and fairly bright clothing, people often took notice of him. What did bother him was the apparent fear teh people showed his troupe. Thaedras assumed it was due to the gigantic cat walking with them.

Cole led the group into a general store, where they were greeted by a young girl. A beautiful young girl, who let out a squeal and tightly embraced young cole. When they finally extricated themselves from....themselves, Thaedras introduced himself to who he could only assume was the Rosie that was mentioned earlier.

Greetings, my darling. I am Thaedras Ju' Rayle, and it gives me extreme pleasure to make your acquaintance.

With that, Thaedras takes the young girls hand, and gives it a small kiss.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on August 29, 2005, 02:04:22 PM
Terra examines Dominic thourghly as he offers to help the other warrior woman. When she is sure that his modivation are not blood and vengience, she addesses him again, her voice still cool and not giving any sign of the pain shooting through her ankle.

"That is good, the mantle of greatness may yet be lay on our shoulders, but not for this, and certainly not without the stains of blood for this and whatever we may yet do to gain it. These men however have met justice for their ill deeds, and I am sure any more that have done such thing to your friend and family will meet justice as well in their due time."

Being certain of the rough direction they had taken to the woodcutter's cottage starts out gracefull but for a slight limp in her gate.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on August 30, 2005, 01:34:22 AM
Isa opened his eyes briefly and found himself outside and being carried. He was daintly aware of his surroundings when he heard "these men... met justice..." With a sigh of relief/groan, Isa fell back to unconsciousness.

sig made by gararion

Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on August 30, 2005, 03:06:22 PM
"A hand?" he asked, smiling slightly as he extended his right arm to help her walk. His smile was warm and welcoming, but a boyish light flickered for a second in his once solemn eyes.

Illix looked at the man and quietly said a quick "No, thank you. I'm fine,". Illix would've heard the redheaded woman speak after that, but she was too busy looking around for Eri. Not seeing him anywhere she assumed he must've run off during the fight.

Typical, he was perfectly willing to help me when I already had my pants off... Men...


Here I go, playing the Hero again...

Edited by: Illix at: 9/1/05 5:41


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 01, 2005, 06:58:22 AM
Kaelan gives a distant greeting, nothing but a soft grunt and a quick nod. Granted, shy of a minute ago his hand had been to his blade at the sound of someone approaching, but he'd dropped that the moment he realized it was a defenseless young woman. Who, apparently, took some delight in seeing their guide.

As patiently as he can muster, Kaelan finds himself leaning against a handy wall, thinking with amusement at the attention they drew. His eyes wander to the cat. A massive beast, one that could easily kill, but... a piece of reservation is missing about it, either that, or a possession of some kind of outgoing bravery that beasts, especially nocturnal predators, do not possess. Something is strange, but Kaelan gives no effort to thinking about what it might be.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on September 02, 2005, 09:04:22 AM
Cole flushed a deep crimson as Rosie leapt into his arms, but he was quick to return the embrace, albeit a bit sorely. "Cole... what's wrong?" her face darkening, seeing the many scratches along his arms and the bruising marks along his face which would darken by morning. "You've been in a fight and--"

"Greetings, my darling. I am Thaedras Ju' Rayle, and it gives me extreme pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Ah... nice to meet you. I'm Rosie," she began and gave Cole a bewildered gaze, only to have her thoughts cut short once again. A bedraggled scream escaped her throat at the sight of Shan and Cole, in his alarm, firmly grasped her shoulders.

"It's okay. He's...tame. Or something," he said reassuringly through her whimpering. Shan stared at her with sharp, blue eyes.

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing," he thought deviously to himself, rising slowly from his haunches. The shingar then bowed his front legs and lowered his head, ears swiveling back and his long tail brushing lightly on the ground.

Cole was speechless at the cat's display, and the young man could have sworn the beast's ice blue eyes had been watching him. Shaking the thought from his tired mind, he looked to Rosie, who was just pulling an admiring gaze from Shanvorin. "There's a lot we need to tell you. About the town, and these newcomers," the young man nodded respectfully to Kaelan and Thaedras. "Do you have time?"

Before she could reply, there was a sound of heavy handed knocking coming from down the lane. Motioning for the others to stay where they were, the townsboy looked out a window and cursed under his breath. "More mercenaries. Making rounds of some sort... quick, get the cat hidden and look...normal," he hissed through clenched teeth, discretely swinging the wooden shutters closed.

Shan did not need to hear it twice. The lithe cat dove behind the heavy wooden desk and found that there was an open latch to a tiny crawlspace-cellar where the general store appeared to keep their larger supplies. Without thinking, the shingar slipped down the little fallaway ladder and hid in the shadows. Rosie, her face pale, straightened her dress and slipped behind the counter, busying herself. Giving the three men in the room a reassuring smile, the shopgirl kicked the cellar door shut.Cole had busied himself with the shelves containing fishing supplies.

It was only a matter of minutes when a plainly built man walked into the shop and gave Thaedras and Kaelan a long, scrutinous stare. He was relatively tall, with a nondescript short sword sheathed on his hip, and a grubby, salmon colored bandana sashed around his bald head.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 03, 2005, 02:13:22 AM
Darién’s entire body felt as if it was broken, but as always he did not show it to anyone. Being in pain was a weakness, And Darién didn’t like to show his weaknesses. He would fight until he dropped dead without even showing a grimace of being in pain. When he managed to stand straight he saw how Bolthor was floored. Many arrows had been needed to fell him, And Darién felt an severe annoyance since he was the one who had wanted to kill Bolthor. Without paying anymore attention to the big arrow-pierced fellow he turned back to Paladia, On his way he picked up his sword and putted it back into it’s sheath.
I admire you lady,.. I’ve never expected you to defeat such a giant. The good news is that you’ve killed Areytuk’s champion. There are not many fighters I know off more strong and bloodthirsty then this one.
And he extended his hand for the second time so that Pally could crawl up.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 03, 2005, 06:45:22 AM
Kaelan's reaction was simple. Lift something - heavy. The wall he'd been leaning against contained a handy barrel of some random substance, which Kaelan quickly took advantage of. His left arm reached it slightly before his right, and when he attempted to raise it from the ground, it refused to cooperate. His right easily lifted its share of the weight, but with his left arm out that instant, he succeeded only in tipping the barrel over.  Without thinking, he grasped the barrel's upper lip with his right hand, and giving it a gentle spin, had it upright again. Scowling, he turned to the man that had just entered.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on September 05, 2005, 10:12:22 AM
Thaedras was only a bit discorncerted with the attention the newcomer gave him, but not too disconcerted to realize that despite this man being rude, Thaedras should NOT follow his example, and Introduce himself.

Greetings, my new friend. My name is Thaedras Ju'Rayle. What, pray tell, is your name?

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 06, 2005, 07:16:22 AM
"I admire you lady,.. I’ve never expected you to defeat such a giant. The good news is that you’ve killed Areytuk’s champion. There are not many fighters I know off more strong and bloodthirsty then this one."

Paladia's cold eyes looked Darien and the damage he had taken over. He was a resiliant man, she had to admit, stronger still than the elf had figured humans capable of. Still, she remained disgusted by his presence and what he stood for. "I had to defend myself," Pally replied, plainly enough as she brushed dirt from her clothes. The elven woman went to plucking salvagable arrows from the ground and even an intact one from Bolthor's still figure. She had another small set among her pack, though Paladia realized she would have to come across a place where she could buy some more, despite her obvious preference to elvish craft, sooner or later. "And of course, I would never had been given the opportunity if it hadn't been for you. Reason enough for me to, once again, decline your offer."

~~~

The man with the bandana scowled, raising a brow at Kaelan. He almost looked about to confront him, but was interupted by a most peculiar sailor-type.

"Greetings, my new friend. My name is Thaedras Ju'Rayle. What, pray tell, is your name?"

Kerrik, a mercenary who had spent most of his days up north until hearing news of a strange summons in the region, raised a brow at Thaedras. "As far as you're concerned, my name isn't important. You don't look like the usual folk to come to Nepris here. What's your business here, friend?" he spat back, his eyes wandering around the store. Cole seemed about as plain as the rest of the town and the pretty little shopgirl was shyly tending around the back of the room. A tiny curl touched to Kerrik's lips, for he knew for a fact that a few of his peers had their eyes on the young thing.

~~~

Dominic sighed thoughtfully and began walking behind Terra, and couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in her step. Running a hand over his brow, the sailor grinned and opened his mouth to try the same line, then noted the moonblade. Thinking perhaps the warrior wouldn't take kindly to his intent (which, in all honesty, was innocent to the core), Dominic shifting his concern back to Isaraldor as they walked. "He might be starting to come to. Best make it fast back to Pellegra's... figuring of course, that's not too much trouble."


Eventually, the small and weary group crested the small hill back at the apothecary's cottage. It was mid afternoon by now and the smell of Pelle's scrumptious spiced cakes lingered lightly on the breeze. Dominic rapped on the door lightly with the knuckles of his free hand, before backing in uninvited into the small residence. Rose was sipping her tea quietly at the table and, albeit a bit surprised to see her there, Dominic gave her a warm welcome. The old woman didn't seem to need explanation about Isaraldor nor the wounds Dominic had about his person, and in turn, the sailor seemed quite accustomed to Rose's quiet wisdom.

It was Pellegra who busied out of the back of the cottage and nearly tripped over herself in concern. "Goodness! Oh my dear, get the kettle. No drop the kettle. We'll get the kettle later. Bring that poor man here to the bed. I've not had a chance to change the linens yet but that's okay. It should be okay. I change them later. Okay, put him down. Oh my dears, look at you!" Pellegra finally exclaimed, bussling by the bewildered Dominic to Illix and Terra. "Women today, always wanting to go out and fight. There's just as many battles within the home, you know," she muttered quietly, hovering around the two women like a mother hen.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Darien Gulath on September 06, 2005, 08:00:22 AM
Darién was to stubborn to take a no as an answer. And for a moment when she turned her back to him, Even when it was just for a little while; He felt like strangling her to death; Just to let her show who was the boss from the two of them. But he kept his temper, And stayed cool. He dropped with his back against a tree and put his arms over each other. “fine, then go”. Why should he persuade her? He offered his help, which he did so rarely, and she accused him of being the reason for Bolthor’s attack. If she would have been here alone she would have been dead by now; When she would never have seen the giant man leaping from the tree’s, it would indeed be to late.
He would wait, and see what happened. And he had a fairly good idea of the situation that would soon follow. He just had to find another way to profit from the oncoming battle.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 06, 2005, 09:14:22 AM
Having made their way as quickly as they could with their injuries back to Pellegra's cottage, Terra follows Dominic through the door taking note of the elder woman at the table quietly sipping her tea. As Pellegra busied herself with Isaraldor, who seemed to need her aid more, Terra took a seat on one of the benches taking her boot off to ease the pressure on her now painfully swollen ankle. Terra looks up from her examining her ankle at Pellegras comments, her expression cool.

"As my mentor often sayed when I doubted myself, I did not choose my path, my path chose me. I am who and what I am, and that simply can not be changed. The Kar'ii tried to mold me into an assissin, yet I remained a warrior. For now there is nothing else for me..."

Terra's eyes lowered to the floor.

"My past is kept from me behind a shroud of terrible pain and sorrow I am not yet strong enough to face. Till I can face whatever happened to me and regain my past, being a warrior is all I know."

Suddenly it seemed as if Terra was pulled away to some distant place, tears ran freely down her cheaks in thick streams.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 07, 2005, 07:47:22 AM
Kaelan turns, artificing a fit of rage, and grabs the newcomer by his shirt. "And what the hell is that to you?!" he shouts, shoving the man back. It was an easy ruse; make it appear as though it was the man's presence making him nervous that had nearly destroyed whatever the barrel contained, rather than the fact that it was his bad arm. Of course, he might relax, act as though he was meant to be here, and wait until the potential storm passed, but such subtle tactics are not on the list of his strengths.

Grabbing the man again as soon as he has released him, Kaelan shoves him against the wall. "Eh? I didn't hear you invited in! You wanna get something, you can go around front like the rest of them!" Again he slams the man against the wall. He stares angrily at the man, his face twisted in rage, helped by the exertion of shoving the mercenary about.  

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 08, 2005, 08:45:22 AM
"Fine, then go"

Palladia took pause for a minute, giving the human man a close scrutiny. He was an evil man, as far as she was concerned, yet a warrior. He had a skill, but used it for the wrong purpose. Why would the gods continue to allow him to do so, to wreak havoc on innocent people. It disturbed Paladia more than she liked to admit. She had always been told by her mother that those of good faith and purpose would be touched by the gods, would overcome those mislead. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, Pally nodded silently. She did not want to turn her back on this horrible man, but she had to find the others. Her sharp ears could tell the fighting was well over and the elfess could only assume they had won.

With a curt nod of acknowledgement, she turned heel and quickly dashed off, dodging around trees, more for the sake of discouraging him from trying any sneak attacks than anything, and out into the open. Seeing the many dead mercenaries strewn around the field, Paladia turned, her long legs covering ground quickly and back towards the herbalist cottage.

~~~

"As my mentor often said when I doubted myself, I did not choose my path, my path chose me. I am who and what I am, and that simply can not be changed. The Kar'ii tried to mold me into an assissin, yet I remained a warrior. For now there is nothing else for me...My past is kept from me behind a shroud of terrible pain and sorrow I am not yet strong enough to face. Till I can face whatever happened to me and regain my past, being a warrior is all I know."

Dominic turned his head to the side, curious of her mention of the Kar'ii for a minute, before nodding solemnly. With a polite nod to the women, he stepped out to see how Brent was feeling. Rose brought her powerful eyes up to stare intently at the weeping woman, her voice old, but steady and wise. "And being a warrior is a great thing to know, indeed. Doing something with your life. You could fight the battles within the home, marry, raise a family. You could, but would you really want to? You are a warrior in spirit, and that cannot be denied, by you or anyone. To know your past is one thing. A child can be taught to memorize events and names of their family and their past. But to know yourself... and to act upon that. You've a great many things ahead of you, girl."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 09, 2005, 06:26:22 AM
With tears still streaming down her face Terra does not move, or notice Dominic leave, nor did she respond to the Rose's intent stear or even her words. Terra's gaze still cast on the floor seems not to see the floor or anything else, it seemed more as if she were pulled into another world, and only her physical presence remained for others to see. Things for Terra seem to get worse however as a whine escapes her through, and then turns to choaking sobing.

Within her mind, Terra is commited to battle with the specters that dwell within the shroud of torment in her mind that had snared her. With single minded determination Terra fights against these specters as they try to drag her deeper into torment, to break and destroy her, desperately trying to fight her way free of the torment and back into the light where she is safe. All hope seems lost for her, as they drag her even deeper into her private torment.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 9/9/05 8:15


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on September 10, 2005, 11:49:22 AM
Thaedras watches Kaelen turn suddenly violent on the grotesquely rude man. Lia, agitated by the sudden movement and yelling, flew to a higher part of the building.

Thaedras puts a hand on Kaelen's shoulder.

Now, now. No need to get all violent. Sure this man's manners would serve well as a horse's backside, but he does ask a valid question, even if it is none of his business.

Thaedras looks at the mercenary.

We are in a general store. People tend to buy things here. That's what we're doing.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 10, 2005, 06:35:22 PM
Kaelan's response to the sailor is a simple grunt, followed by a growled, "Give them an od, they'll take a pygge." He turned his  attention back to the mercenary and held the man up to the wall. Quite intentionally he did not stop the man's hands. If the other mercenary drew steel first, it would give Kaelan the right to kill him, and that would be one less of the mindless filth on the streets.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 11, 2005, 05:55:22 AM
Kerrik looked at Thaedras with a disgusted and somewhat bewildered look on his face. He said nothing for a moment and then, seemingly with no effort, spat directly into the sailors eyes. With a sudden movement, wrenching himself from Kaelan's grasp, the mercenary unsheathed his short sword. He hand lunged out, meaning to slam the other warrior in the face with the butt of his weapon. At the same moment, Kerrik began to call out for his comrads to come to the shop.

Fortunately for Cole, he picked out a sturdy iron mallet used for bashing the life out of fish and put it to unorthodox use. "Here! Ov--" the mercenary started to cry, but was silencd cold in a fraction of a second. With a steady strike, he struck Kerrik across the nape of his neck and with a sick thud, he fell to the floor unconscious. "Wonderful...." he muttered, looking around the shop with alarm in his young eyes, "Hopefully they didn't hear anything. Now what... Why did you attack him?" Cole hissed at Kaelan, the fish mallet still in his hands.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 11, 2005, 07:55:22 AM
Kaelan releases his hold, sidesteps, and draws his own steel, the longsword, when Cole intervenes. "Had to get him out of the way..." Poor excuse. Somehow, Kaelan doubts the mercenary's friends have heard nothing, and though he lowers his blade, he does not sheathe it.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on September 11, 2005, 10:18:22 AM
Thaedras was done with politeness as soon as the spit hit his face. The man started to call out when Cole hit him with the hammer. Cole then questions Kaelen's motives in attacking the mercenary, to which kaelen grumbled something. Thaedras decided to play peacemaker, again. Motioning for Lia to come back to his shoulder, Thaedras said:

Regardless of why it happened, it happened. Now i suggest we get the inert bastard out of the middle of yoru store. Do you have a cellar or something we can put him in. I suggest we tie the mongrel up, and gag him. With all his buddies around, we can't release him until we leave.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on September 11, 2005, 12:08:22 PM
"Women today, always wanting to go out and fight. There's just as many battles within the home, you know,"

Illix heard this and scoffed. She hated those "women belong in the home" types. She enjoyed what she did for a living, it forced her to be the best she could be, because any less would mean her doom. Her ribs were aching but she still stormed out of the cottage not bothering to say a word. Hell, why should she? Nobody'd even bothered to ask her for her name yet, but she'd just risked her life to save that stupid mage. Whatever type of mage gets captured by a group of weaklings like that deserved to.

She began walking away from the cottage when she recognised a familiar face walking down the street: That elf woman who'd insulted her earlier, because she was a mercenary. The only person she knew from the group, and apparently the only one who didn't have any injuries... in fact, Illix didn't even remember her BEING there while she was trying to help get that mage back, safe and sound.

Illix began walking towards her, not caring that her ribs were aching more with each step. She was livid with this woman, who DARED to insult her because of her proffession, then disappear when one of her own group goes missing.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 11, 2005, 05:15:22 PM
Paladia slowed to a light trot as she came up the path to the cottage. Her ribs still stung from the few days before in the mountains. It seemed so long ago... her first kill. She had taken that mercenary's life. And since, many more. What of their family? What was their story? What were they fighting for? The elf shook the thought from her mind. They were killers. They fought for money, regardless of morals or honor. Regaining her breath, the archer looked up to see one of them before her.

It was the woman from earlier... the sell-sword. Paladia almost scowled, but kept in check as they approached. The elf gave a stiff nod of acknowledgement, slowing her steps. "Good to see you've returned," she began, looking her female counterpart over. She had aquired some damage since Pally had last seen her. But where? Had she fought with them? The Tethinrhim did not recall seeing her there then again, she had been attacked.

~~~

Inside the cottage, Pelle looked after Illix as she had stormed out, but shook her head. The old woman slowly knelt down in front of Terra, her old bones creeking. She tried to look Terra in the eye, but the warrior kept her eyes averted. "Here," Rose said suddenly, having somehow gotten up and moved to the stove unheard and unnoticed. She handed Pellegra a steaming cup of bitter smelling tea. "This will clear her mind of demons for the time being."

Pellegra took the cup and gave it a smell. "But this... this'll just keep her awake. Shouldn't she sleep?" The apothecary knew her herbs well and could identify them by smell or taste in an instant. Still, Rose shook her head knowingly. The two old women had been friends for a very long time, recalling picking herbs together as young women. While Pellegra took to the healing arts, able to heal the body with salves, ointments and infusements, Rose took a different path that few could grasp. She had studied the mind, nuturing a natural gift people only whispered about, though most thought her insane. Pellegra nodded solemnly, knowing Rose knew what she was talking about, and held the cup out in front of Terra's face.  



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 11, 2005, 05:46:22 PM
"Yeah, tie him up." Kaelan would have preferred a bit of a fight, but now he can do nothing. Besides, if it were to get into a real battle, he would probably be outnumbered within the first few minutes. So, all in all, this is the better way. Kaelan fetches a rope and spares no pains in securing the prisoner. This man won't need circulation to his hands anyway.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 12, 2005, 01:10:22 PM
Terra still stares at the floor not seeing the world around her, nor did she even feel or hear or smell the world around her. Even as the tea was held before her face, she continues to sob though it had become more jagged and desperate for air. The connections between her mind being draged even further into torment, and her body had grow so weak her sobing and even the functions that support her life are only mear reflex, but even these connections threaten to fail her.

Within her mind Terra fights with all she has left in hopes of escaping the dark shroud of torment then has enveloped her. Terra feels so thin that she is not sure how long she can continue to fight the dark specters in her mind, but finally they are fewer, and she can once again stand her ground. Terra continues to fight the specter with renewed hope as the grow fewer and fewer, but at the same time she continues to fell thinner and thinner. Her inner battle was now one of who could hold on longer. After what seems like an eternity of confilct finally the last specter fall, and a lone figure is left standing, a woman in a pure white dress untouched from the blood of battle, bathed in pure light revealing a scared battlefield. Terra in her most purest form, a lady of grace, and yet a warrioress and defender. Terra feeling so thin, so spent crumples and falls to the scared ground.

Outwardly Terra's sobbing comes to a gradual end, her gaze becomes less distant, but as soon as it seems that she had returned to the world yet her body slums over. The connections between her mind and body having become extremely weak, and this weakness now became visited on her body. Terra's breathing and heartbeat are unnaturaly slow, but steady.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 9/13/05 3:33


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on September 15, 2005, 02:06:22 AM
"Good to see you've returned,"

Illix almost scowled at the woman before her, but held herself in check, smiling sweetly.

"Yes, I decided to return after helping save that mage's life... curious that you don't appear to be injured... you WERE at the battle to save your comrade, right...?"



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 18, 2005, 03:57:22 PM
Cole, scowling, bent down and grabbed the back of the mercenary's collar. "We need to put him somewhere... and get out of here, or hide. His friends will start looking, alright." Rosie was behind the counter, linen pale and her bright green eyes the size of saucers. Cole's face softened considerably when he saw her, and a look like guilt crossed his young face. "Rosie.... the storage space?" She seemed to stare blankly for a moment then nodded timidly, puttering around behind the counter as if in search of something, only to bend down and lift the hatch under which Shan had disapeared earlier. The cat was nowhere in sight at the moment, though the shingar's bizarre presence had somehow slipped her mind for the moment.

Cole, shutting the door quietly with his foot, dragged the comatose man across the ancient wood floor and down the fold-steps into the small space. Under the floor, the damp space was pitch black, a tiny stream of light filtering down from the ceiling in a far corner and the thick clouds of dust could be seen. It was roughly two peds high, though the dirt ground was uneven, and mysterious boxes and crates littered the cramped space. Cole started out from the cellar when he heard a gruff voice from outside.

"Where in the hells is Kerrik?" shouted one, to receive a muttered reply with considerably colorful language. "Well.... damn, let's check in 'ere then."

Cole cursed quietly under his breath. "They must be talking about here, and I don't feel like finding out. Quick!" The young man clasped Rosie by the wrist and quickly, though gently, led her down the narrow, steep steps. It was obvious he expected the other two men to follow his lead.

~~~

"Good to see you've returned. Yes, I decided to return after helping save that mage's life... curious that you don't appear to be injured... you WERE at the battle to save your comrade, right...?"

The elf arched a brow, staring Illix down. Her eyes were cold and steely but behind them burned a growing distaste for the human. How dare she insinuate that I wasn't there. She probably didn't even try to help. And what business of it is hers to begin with? Palladia steamed about the situation for a split second, but mentally shook it off. She had better things to do with her time... like finding the cat and getting the hell out of Nepris.

Without a word and only a curt nod, Pally brushed by Illix, her shoulder rubbing against hers, just a hair off from being a shove.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on September 20, 2005, 11:57:22 PM
Illix winced and scowled as the elven woman pushed past her, her ribs flaring with pain. She hated showing any sign of weakness or injury, so she made sure to try and hide her pain, silently fuming as the elf passed. She currently had nowhere to go, and thanks to her deciding to help save that mage from those damn bandits, she was now unable to even take on a job to earn anything... at least without some help.

She sighed and began walking back to the cottage, keeping a fair distance between herself and that rude elf she was begginning to grow a bitter dislike for.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on September 24, 2005, 10:10:22 AM
Dominic looked up from Brent's side, a smile on his face though his comlexion was eerily pale. "Glad to see you back safe and sou--" he began, but was cut off with a closer look at Paladia's face. The elfess had blood splattered on her face, clothes and arms. Her quiver was nearly empty and the arrows remaining were ragged, obviously already used. The sailor bowed his head in respect to her. It had been a long day for all them. He had seen fights in his day... even started a few, but there was something in Paladia's eyes, or at least there had been, that told him that she was just a child inside. It was a lot to take.

Pally looked Dominic over and gave him a nod in return. Of all the humans she had met, this man had struck her as most odd. He was kind and gentle, especially with the little girls from earlier, and lighthearted, yet when the chips were down and lives hung in the balance, he was so serious. Suddenly, the elf was reminded of her mother and father. They had been so opposite, yet the two had come together as a perfect match. Tears stung behind her hazel eyes, threatening to reveal themselves. Without another word, the warrioress sighed and blinked them back, pushing through the cottage door.

~~~

Paladia closed her eyes, warming her hands on the mug. The sensation of heat pouring into her skin and just the simple pleasure of being able to sit down was enough to bring a smile to her face. The past hour or so had been interesting at best to watch. The elf had returned to find Terra on the brink of passing out entirely, held up only by Pellegra and Rose. The two women were quick to order her and Illix around and, with no reason to not obey, they did as they were bid. Terra had been laid to bed in the back room, where a thick aroma of a herb infusion began to cloud the air. The scent was sweet and stale at the same time and after a few moments, Pally's own mind seemed to cloud over with a sleepy contentment.

Keeping Dominic outside with Brent, Pellegra went about to inspect the other women's wounds. She pulled together a salve that was warm on contact and expertly wrapped Illix' tender ribs with locally pressed bandages. Pally had little attention to be done. Rose had made her a pungent ointment for the wound on her hand which Paladia had only cared for with her brother's bandana, and dressed it tightly.

They were all sitting around the table quietly sipping their tea in silence. Dominic had carried Brent and Isaraldr to some old cots upstairs where Pellegra was currently dressing and attending their wounds in a similar fashion of the women's.

"She should be waking soon," Rose said quietly into her mug, to break the silence. To clarify, the old woman waved a gnarled hand in the general direction of where Terra lie asleep. "She'll be quiet when she does... be patient."

"What happened to her?" Paladia couldn't help but inquire, continuing to heat her hands on the mug. "A bad wound? Poison?"

Rose's deep, cloudy eyes stared intently at the elf. "Demons of the mind, child." Paladia took the woman's word with silence, not quite understanding what she meant but was beginning to learn that one would never get a straight answer from the presumably crazy hag.

"What do we do next?" Dominic asked, walking in from outside while washing down his hands with a wet rag. He too had been bandaged up, though Pally didn't remember him receiving attention from the older women. "We might have been able to form a plan if somebody hadn't sent the rest into town," he grumbled.

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 9/24/05 6:15


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 24, 2005, 04:54:22 PM
Kaelan's instinct is to draw a blade, that is, until he remembers that his longsword is already in hand. The boy and his girl, he notices, are already on their way down the cellar. Stepping up to the sailor, he mutters, "Can you fight?", and pulls a shortsword and a dagger, a handspan and a half long, including the handle, and passes them to him, disregarding whether the man takes them or not. "Protect those two if the ugly gets that far. I'll try and distract them. An empty store is worse than a suspicious character in a store."

With a hand on the sailor's back, he practically shoves him down into the storage area. With this done, he begins another ruse. Now, he wanders pointlessly through the store, looking at various odd items that happen to catch his eye. This he continues for a short time until the mercenaries actually begin entering. Then, he walks toward them, shoving rudely through,making way for no one, all the while mumbling incoherently and discontentedly, keeping the context of the faux displeasure based around the items in the store.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 9/24/05 22:11


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on September 25, 2005, 05:17:22 AM
Terra stirs, then awakens drousily, a thick, sweet and yet stale scent hanging in the air. She quickly notices her Moon Blade is not at her side despite still being groggy and a little disoriented, and her mind first focuses on finding it. Her gazes slowly goes over the room more to find her sword than to gain her bearings, yet both are accomplished. With her gaze having fallen on her Moon Blade not far away Terra gets up slowly not yet fully awake and shuffles over to retrieve it before leaving the small room. Groggily Terra notices those gathered in the room, though she does not say a word as she moves to the table and sits down. Her gaze is only breifly directed toward Rose before it sinks to the table in silence still clearing the haze from her mind an gathering her thoughts.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on September 25, 2005, 11:28:22 AM
The shove caused Lia, newly returned to Thaedras' shoulder, to flutter off again.

Kaelan's rough handling of Thaedras is not appreciated. Not appreciated at all. Thus, he has recoked all politeness that might be shown to him.

Oh, and an idiot with a sword isn't a suspicious character? You have no idea how many are out there, although chances are they have friends. The one you manhandled did. If you have a deathwish than by all means stay out here. But if you want to live and perhaps get a little fun out of it, then follow the children into the Cellar.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on September 28, 2005, 07:37:22 PM
The sailor was muttering something - didn't he much care for his own life? Not that it mattered. Kaelan ignored him beyond a harsh glance. Time was too short to argue, and if the sailor was seen, any possibility of fooling them was eliminated.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on October 01, 2005, 07:13:22 AM
Paladia looked up as Terra emerged and could see dark circles under the warrior's eyes. She couldn't help but think back to the demons of the mind Rose had mentioned and averted her eyes. Watching Terra sit at the table in silence from under her lashes, Pally decided not to make much mention of it. She knew that if she had displayed such crippling weakness, the last thing the elf would want would be somebody prying in on it.

Paladia looked up at Dominic when he asked a question, "Why should we do anything else? We have the mage," she said, gesturing upstairs to where Isaraldor had been laid.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 03, 2005, 02:15:22 AM
Finally Terra seems to compose herself, her face a cool mask no longer showing her emotional state. Looking up at the old woman sipping her tea Terra speaks her voice smooth, cool and like expression did not speak of her emotions.

"I am sorry I have burdened you. The cool calmness of my being is not one of contentment, but that which I must impose apon myself to keep the darkness at bay."

Terra pauses for a moment taking glances at the others in the room, then continues.

"I am simply not strong enough yet to face it unchecked. I was almost lost to it."

Terra's eyes return to the table where they had been before, and she falls silent though her face still does not show what she is feeling.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on October 07, 2005, 11:53:22 AM
Noticing that he is being ignored by the very stupid warrior, THaedras decides to take matters into his own hands. He walks up to and past Kaelen and mutters,

You'll have to excuse me if I don't want a fight in the middle of this store.

Taking an Aquamarine out of his sash with his right hand, Thaedras licks it, and places it against his forehead, with two fingers directly touching his head. He then mutters,

Exhonaiá liánn fá evathonís

With that, he puts his hand next to his hip, then to his left shoulder, and tosses the stone about 2 peds from the door.

The Stone disappears, and in it's place a wall of ice forms, it looks about 2 peds thick.

Thaedras turns to Kaelen and says.

We have about half an hour before that goes away. Hope this place has a back door. We should ask Rosie.

With that, Thaedras starts going to the cellar.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 10/7/05 3:54


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on October 07, 2005, 01:47:22 PM
Dominic looked at Pally with a strange set to his eyes. "Because, just because it's not our business doesn't mean it can't become ours. Besides--"

"Oh stop it, Dom," Pellegra uncharacteristically cut in, pouring more tea into Paladia's cup. "You've been listening to tales of heros and do-gooders since you were a lad, and they're all in your head now. Kids, see, don't understand things like this. The better Mimi and Nyari aren't concerned."

Rose's head came up, looking at her old friend. "How is Nyari doing, by the way? The shock must have been terrible for her."

"You said yourself she'd be okay," Pelle's face hardening slightly as she poured some steaming tea into her own mug. "Besides, you must have seen her. She went to your house, after all." There was a long, heavy silence save for the gentle sloshing of the boiling tea.

"She never came to the house," Rose said at length, the slightly younger looking woman tipping her kettle up suddenly and swiveling her head to look her in the eye. "I haven't seen Nyari for months." Pelle paled, her already decrepit features seeming to jump out at them all.  Paladia feared for the old woman's health, and a foreign lump of concern for Nyari even knotted itself in her chest. But it was Dominic's reaction that struck fear into her heart the most.

The sailor slammed a fist into the ancient oak table, spilling some tea splattering across the boards. "Then where is she?" he boomed, his voice angry and changed to the point of sending a shiver down Pally's spine. "Do you know what those mercenaries will do to that girl if she gets herself into trouble? Thank the gods no ill has come to any of the young children... but," he softened suddenly, his eyes seeming to sink into his head and dark circles creasing under his eyes, "I hear the Williams daughter, pretty thing, shut herself up some time ago. No straight word coming around to say what happened, but you know how whisperings go..."

"Stop it!" Pellegra cried, tears in her eyes, "You speak of things too wretched for Nyari!"

"I speak of things I know to be true. I've met men like these, Mum..." he hissed across the table, his eyes darkening to gain a looming, stormy quality, "I know what they're capable of."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on October 07, 2005, 10:21:22 PM
Illix sat at the table, quietly sipping her tea. She didn't care much for tea, but it was welcome on this occasion as it felt soothing, and she needed to calm down. She didn't care much for thier conversation, not knowing who or what they happened to be discussing, but she felt her attention drift from her own thoughts to what was being said as the tone of it became more distressed.

She calmly listened silently, and gathered that someone was missing, a girl apparently. She didn't flinch during the man's outburst, making sure her tea didn't spill as he slammed the table, and noted that he seemed to share a dislike of mercenaries with that elf. She was tired of people having such a negative reaction to herm whether it be because she was a female mercenary or a female mercenary.

As the man finished speaking she finished her tea. Setting the cup on the table as she stood up and walked over to the door, asking "What does Nyari look like and where is the most likely place to find these mercenaries?" placing a hand over her sword hilt as she neared the door.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 08, 2005, 08:06:22 AM
Terra listens silently to the conversation, but it was Dominic booming words that brought here from her silence. Looking to the teary eyed old woman Terra speaks in her smooth, cool voice.

“Wretched or not it is something we must consider. We were lucky the first time that they only took Isaraldor, they may well have thought the child a much handier hostage this time. That is if we are dealing with mercenaries with even a shred of decency, some are mearly criminals with armor and a sword, and care nothing for other people, they only care about money. Not all mercenaries are like that though, I myself have be used the title as I hold no loyalty to any one place or person, I will fight for any just cause as long as my basic needs are taken care of.”

Terra looks up to Pellegra who still had tears in her eyes.

"I do hope she is alright, simply having decided to go elsewere and is safe. I would not wish any hurt to come to her, or anyone else."

Terra things that it would do no good for the old womans mind to dwell on the topic of the missing girl to much, and so asks a question of some interest to her.

"How is the man I fought faring?"

Terra stifles a yawn.

"May I have a cup of the tea?"



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'

Edited by: Terra Artemos at: 10/12/05 6:55


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 08, 2005, 02:22:22 PM
Kaelan raises an eyebrow. "You're good. A shameful piece uninformed, but good. You have no idea who I am, and I couldn't give a shingar's ear who you might be, but there are things you just don't know. Now they'll wonder why they're not getting through and summon some fool mage to undo your little piece of handiwork, when I happen to know who leads the local long-eared monkey troupe about here. Perchance we'd've walked away not only safe, but with an earful of intelligence we couldn't have gotten any other way."

Kaelan sighs, sheathes his blade, and tosses his hands in a surrendering gesture. "But, I guess I'll just have to give." He walks back to the trapdoor, and pulls it open somewhat aggressively.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on October 13, 2005, 09:53:22 AM
Dom took a deep breath and looked up at Illix, eyes narrowed. "You have helped us already, woman," he began slowly, his voice tense and delibrately slowed because of the situation, but still laced with respect, "But this is not a case you can take on your own. Sit and talk with us, tell us your name. If you are truly concerned, then come with me to find my neice." Dom cracked his knuckles loudly and the rage could be seen storming in his eyes. "Nyari is a smart girl and has been told time and time again not to venture far on her own as of late. If they have taken her," his voice nearly broke but the sailor pressed on, "I do not know where..."

Rose looked at her son-in-law with tense, tear-rimmed eyes. The old woman took up the kettle and nodded at Terra, forcing a smile and pouring the tea, albeit with a shaky hand. "The elf fellow, you mean?" she asked, glancing up at the loft where Isaraldor had been lain to rest, "He was simply drained. Those mage folk, I hear it is not uncommon. He should be waking soon, as pleasant as any other morning, though perhaps a bit sore about his bandages." The hag glanced back over to Dominic, who was brewing quietly at the window. "Please, think quickly. I have lost my son these past months and my own life draws to a close in the coming winters. But to lose my grandchild as well... I could not bear," she said quietly, staring down at the table. "Please find her. Quickly. But where O where to start?"

~~~

Shan stalked around the tiny cellar, his lithe form weaving silently about barrels and crates. A cumbersome space to get through for a human, but no match for the predator. The shingar brushed his head across a crate and sense the heavy odor of fresh leather. Lots of it. What did that Rosie girl have plans in selling in that wretched little shop of hers?

Before he could ponder it further, noises erupted from upstairs. He listened as Thaedras and Kaelan dealt blows to the intruder and then some strange sounds as more of a commotion could be heard. The air cooled suddenly in the cellar and Shan, glancing over, spotted Rosie shiver in the dark and press up against Cole. Shanvorin nearly scoffed at the two lovers, more of bitterness than anything else. He missed how young women would follow him about back in Marcogg, watching his every step and cooing at his every word.

A few moments passed and the trapdoor was ripped open, light flooding down into the damp and chilly cellar. "What? What did you do?" Cole demanded, gently pushing Rosie to the side as he confronted Kaelan. "Why are those mercenaries yelling and not in the store?"



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 13, 2005, 02:20:22 PM
Kaelan simply turns his gaze heavenward briefly, and motions with his head toward Thaedras. He turns about, and is set to leave it at that, but eventually decides otherwise.

"My initial intent was to have a chat with them, hopefully drag them back to the cottage where I might could've had them more professionally ambushed, but our good friend the pirate here took it upon himself to stop me, sealing the place off nicely with an inconspicuous wall of ice."

Distaste? Yes. Even if it had come to a tussle, that would have been a better option than hiding like gray mice in a tiny cellar. Thinking of mice, he glances about for the cat, but fails to spot it inb the dim to non-existant light.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 16, 2005, 06:47:22 AM
Terra takes the tea graciously, and shakes her head lightly.

“That is not the man I meant, but it is good to know none the less. I was speaking of the man I fought when I first arrived; you seemed quite familiar with him. Brent was his name I think, my memory is not quite as it used to be since my head was hurt some time ago.”

Sipping her tea Terra can feel herself start to wake fully as she thinks then speaks up.

“Well they would not likely keep her at the woodcutter’s cottage where they had Isaraldor. They would have to realize that we would expect them to take the child hostage there as well, more over if they have the child they will likely be keeping her with the bulk of their men where they are better defended, knowing now that some of us are accomplished combatants and not simple village folk.”

Terra goes back to quietly sipping her tea as she thinks farther on where they may have taken the child.



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on October 18, 2005, 02:56:22 AM
Thaedras, quite proud of his wall, dislikes the warriors negative attitude. Sure now the mercs knew something was up, but they would have known something was up if they had walked in anyways. Homicidal, sword wielding maniacs tended to put a fair amount of distrust in people. This way was far more conducive to living a long life. Thaedras speaks to the young girl.

Rosie, Is there a back entrance to this place? The front is....out of commision.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on October 20, 2005, 03:19:22 AM
Illix hated wasting time, but even moreso when the situation seemed to demand haste. Nevertheless, this man's lack of knowledge about the location of his niece's possible whereabouts and the frustration that he was showing that he was now just as eager to find these mercenaries as she was... for different reasons, of course.

Illix sighed and returned to the table, sitting slowly due to her bandaged ribs. "If it's that important to you, my name is Illix and I'm a travelling mercenary. I do not care whether you judge me for what I do, or my way of life," at this point she shot a short glare at the older woman who'd made a comment earlier and continued. "But I'm aware you'll be needing some help with these men who've been causing you trouble. They're stronger than you'd think..." with that she fell silent and seemed to slip into her own thoughts.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on October 20, 2005, 01:20:22 PM
"My initial intent was to have a chat with them, hopefully drag them back to the cottage where I might could've had them more professionally ambushed, but our good friend the pirate here took it upon himself to stop me, sealing the place off nicely with an inconspicuous wall of ice."

Cole stared blankly at Kaelan in the musky darkness of the basement, and then in shock to Thaedras who was basking in the light of the open cellar door. Him... a mage? He looked so... nothing like the mages he heard of in stories or even like the one back at Pellegra's home. He seemed so normal, in all respects, at least compared to the type of folk that came and went through the small town.

Rosie, Is there a back entrance to this place? The front is....out of commision.

The young woman blinked unresponsively for a moment and then, thanks to a soft nudge from Cole, nodded blankly. "Y-ye-- no. No there's no back door," she replied, her voice shaking. "There is, though, a small door leading out from this cellar. But it's been planked up for years... I doubt I could even find it in this light." Rosie made a tiny yelp as Shanvorin revealed himself from the shadows, slinking around their feet and then sitting back on his haunches, looking all the folk over with icy blue eyes and possibly even a hint of annoyance, if such was possibly in such a wild animal.

~~~

Dominic seemed to ponder Terra's words carefully before the other warrior woman spoke up.

"If it's that important to you, my name is Illix and I'm a travelling mercenary. I do not care whether you judge me for what I do, or my way of life. But I'm aware you'll be needing some help with these men who've been causing you trouble. They're stronger than you'd think..."

Paladia couldn't help a scowl from crossing her tired elvish features, but she couldn't deny that what the human spoke was truth. They needed all the help they could get.

"She speaks the truth," Rose said, her old voice never failing to grate on Paladia's spine. "The Saphire Eye," she continued, making the shape of an eye with her fingers, "has many tricks up his sleeve."

"What did you call him?" Paladia asked, raising one eyebrow at the strange name used in reference to Atreyk.

"Saphire Eye," Dominic repeated quietly, staring absently out the window at the white tipped waves of the sea, "It's been heard that a few mercenaries refer to him as it, with some contempt as well. Some kind of nickname..."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on October 21, 2005, 12:17:22 PM
"Straight out from the cellar? Well, maybe there's redemption after all." Kaelan glances to Thaedras as he says this, and back to Rosie - no, best not to weigh her down with it, she's already panicked. He turned his attention on Cole, and spoke. "Find it. If it's boarded, and forgotten, it's breakable. We need more than to just run like panicked rodents," this with an obvious glare at Thaedras, "but hiding will only make the issues we have much worse. Once you find the door, show me."

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on October 22, 2005, 01:55:22 PM
Thaedras disregards the glare Kaelen gives him. Thaedras would much rather run like a panicked rat then die like an idiotic one. Before going gully into the cellar, Thaedras recalls Lia to his shoulder. Once thaedras enters the room, the smell of leather assaults him. It is so strong he is forced to ask:

Rosie, what is it that you keep in these crates?

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on October 23, 2005, 01:11:22 PM
"Once you find the door, show me"

Cole bit his tongue to keep from snapping back. The mercenary was not too much older than he, but the young man was taught a stern code of respect that he intended to follow... unless the sell-sword pushed him too hard. The villager began sifting into the darkness, a little shocked at how quickly the deep pitch black engulfed him after leaving the dim light from the open trapdoor. He banged his shin against a low lying crate more than once and was forced to backtrack when the path became impassable. It would take forever to find the door, he thought bitterly, if I can't even get to the wall.

"Rosie, what is it that you keep in these crates?"

The frightened young woman looked at Thaedras with her glossy green eyes. It seemed a moment before she even seemed to hear his words, but soon shook her head slightly. "I do not know. My father is the one who handles any inventory downstairs here... I just help with the sale. Though..." she paused, glancing at some of the heavy wooden crates piled high, "my father did send me out to the market one day as he dealt with some 'important business'. I returned later and found the cellar full again."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on October 25, 2005, 04:54:22 AM
Terra still seems to be thinking deeply, concidering courses of action, how to find Nyari, and how to get her back if she was taken hostage, yet she speaks up.

"That Atreyk has a nick name for whatever reason is trivial right now. We can not even be sure he has taken Nyari, and in either case where she is. We are know to his men, those of us that have come already involved ourselves, we are no longer concerned passers by. We can't simply wander around asking questions, its more than likely if they have her they are trying to draw us into the open. From what I saw at the wood cutters cottage, this Atreyk has likely an army of men at his desposal, or at very least enough to over power us. We need a way to get information without presentin outselves to Atreyk and his men."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on October 29, 2005, 03:22:22 AM
"She speaks the truth, The Saphire Eye has many tricks up his sleeve."

Illix thought to herself a moment, then looked up from her thoughts with a jolt of realization. "The Saphire Eye? So I was right about who this Atreyk person is. I'm not sure whether or not I should be glad or dissappointed about that however..." she let the thought trail off before continueing. "If that is the case, then you will definately be needing my services. I've faced this man before, and believe me, the fact that he's still alive after facing me is more than enough proof that he is dangerous."


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on October 31, 2005, 12:02:22 PM
"We can't simply wander around asking questions, it's more than likely if they have her they are trying to draw us into the open. ... We need a way to get information without presenting outselves to Atreyk and his men."

"Terra's right," Dominic replied, apparently having composed himself as he sat back down at the table, his thick calloused fingers toying absently with a peice of the quilted runner. "We've posed a threat and for our safety, the rest of the town's and most importantly Nyari's, we can't act rashly about this whole business." The sailor's eyes were drawn to Illix as he said this just as she began to speak.

"The Saphire Eye? So I was right about who this Atreyk person is. I'm not sure whether or not I should be glad or dissappointed about that however... If that is the case, then you will definately be needing my services. I've faced this man before, and believe me, the fact that he's still alive after facing me is more than enough proof that he is dangerous."

Paladia stared in disbeleif at Illix. What were the chances that she had already faced this horrible man? "Good of you to mention it before," she began somewhat bitterly, but checked herself and continued, "Do you know anything that may lead us to him? And I've seen him fight... his skill isn't too much for us to handle, I'm sure."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on November 02, 2005, 11:30:22 AM
I do not know. My father is the one who handles any inventory downstairs here... I just help with the sale. Thoughmy father did send me out to the market one day as he dealt with some 'important business'. I returned later and found the cellar full again.

Thaedras immediately looks around the room until he sees what he needs, a crowbar. Jamming the wedge side under the lid of one of the mystery crates, THaedras pushes down with his considerable might, hoping to open the crate.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on November 05, 2005, 01:56:22 PM
Shan's ears swiveled on the alert, his head swinging around and nearly smashing into an adjacent crate. The sound of the crate being ripped open seemed to echo unusually loud in the cellar, hurting the cat's sensitive ears and spooking him something awful. With a hiss, Shanvorin stalked back to where he had left Thaedras and Rosie, only to find the idiotic sailor, prybar in hand, and Rosie standing dumfounded over some kind of pile.

On closer inspection, the shingar found it to be an assortment of armour. It dawned on him that that was where the heavy stench of fresh leather had come from, sniffing along the other crates. Suddenly, the smell of leather disapeared from one box to another and Shan began clawing curiously at the side of the wood, meaning to catch Thaedras' attention to open it.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on November 07, 2005, 11:39:22 AM
Easily taking the lid off of the crate, Thaedras breaks open the crate. As soon as the lid is off, the smell of leather grows extremely strong. Looking into the crate, Thaedras sees that it is full of armour.

Thaedras is silent for a moment, as is Rosie. After a moment, Theadras hears the sound of the Shingar clawing at a different crate, looking over. Thaedras sees that by the looks of it, the cat is trying to get his attention, for it looks at him every once in awhile.

Theadras moves to that crate, sticks his prybar in, and tries to open it. As he does, he asks Rosie.

You don't sell armour here, do you?

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on November 08, 2005, 03:52:22 PM
Illix smirked grimly, mostly to herself. "Trust me, it's not his 'skill' you need worry about. As for anything that may lead you to him, if I knew where that snake was any more than that he's in this village, I'd be wiping his blood off of my blades at this moment."


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on November 12, 2005, 09:54:22 AM
Rosie shakes her head timidly, her eyes drifting to the confused and thoughtful Cole for support every once in a while. "No. We just sell normal things... fishing supplies, sugar... that kind of thing. I don't know why this'd all be here..."

Cole rest a heavy hand on her shoulder, gripping it reassuringly. "If most of these boxes are supplies for the mercenaries.... then we definately have a problem. Nobody knows how many of them there are. They come and go, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups," he began, gesturing to the faint arguing of the mercenaries coming from above. "But there is definately not this much. These are supplies for a far larger party, and I can only wonder what sick plans Atreyk has for our village. We need to get out of here, and get back to the others. Tell them what we know. Because of our agression towards them... what if Atreyk bumps up his plans for the future?"

~~~~

Paladia scrutinized Illix's face as she spoke. The woman was hiding something... she knew something else. Before the elf could ponder it further, her thoughts were interrupted by Dominic.

"I must ask you, Illix," he began slowly, "When you fought this man... did he fight alone? I can think of no reason for him to survive against your blade without help of another, and even that being said, I think it would take a force of many men to keep you from his neck from what I have seen today." A sly smile tugged discretely at the ends of his lips as he said this, the seriousness of the situation seeming to slip slightly from his eyes for a moment, looking to Terra. "And you too, lady, have fine as skill with a blade as any fellow I could say," he grinned, before adding, "Though their grace fell short and you are no pain to the eyes."

"Boy, stop fooling," Pellegra snapped, her old face creased crudely with drying tears. "Please, girls. Speak."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Terra Artemos on November 14, 2005, 02:29:22 PM
Terra nods shortly to Pellegra's statement, then looks to Dominic.

"Your recognition of my skill is noted but that has nothing to do with the emediate situation at hand."

Terra glances to quickly to Illix, like Dominic suspecting she knows more about Atreyk that she is telling, but leaves what more she may know be for the time being. Instead she chooses to address everyone.

"There has to be some way of finding out where the child is, then we need to know everything we can about that place so we do not fall into a cleverly baited trap. I suspect the fight at the woodcutters cottage was to be such a trap, but they did not think we would circle around them as we did."



'I am grey. All but those like me see only darkness and light, they do not see the grey between them. In this greyness I dwell. I would not wish this fate on any other.'



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on November 15, 2005, 10:02:22 AM
Kaelan drew his bastard sword. "I think we should move - now. To hell with those out there."

He turned toward Cole. "Did you find that door? I'd rather not be smashing things trying to find it myself - forget it."

Kaelan stumbles his way to the edge of the cellar, and begins looking, feeling, trying to find the exit. His plan is simple. Find it, smash it, and get out of here. If the mercenaries outside want a fight, they can have it - the more of them the better. In all honesty, he's never been good one-on-one.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on November 19, 2005, 12:34:22 PM
Illix smirked at the man who'd spoken. She certainly didn't mind his comments on her abilities, she was a powerful warrior... but she saw through his act. He gave her the impression of a flatterer, and was almost certain he was simply hoping she'd fall for his kind words, drape herself over him and beg for him to take her there on the table.

She considered doing just that, just to see if her impression was at all accurate... but she didn't want to kill this man. He'd done nothing truely wrong. Not yet, anyway.

"It's true, the coward wouldn't face me alone. However, it wasn't any group of men that stopped me. It was... something...else." Illix paused a moment, closing her eyes and letting her hat tip forward and shade her face. "What he sent against me was a creature of incredible power. It... caught me offguard, that's all. I wasn't expecting something so feirce to be in the service of a pathetic mercenary leader." She struggled as she spoke, not wishing to remember her defeat, the carnivore, the pain, the humiliation...

"Wait... wait a minute... I may have some idea where he is!" Illix looked up suddenly, a sudden realization entering her mind. "That creature needs to eat, and I'm sure The Sapphire Eye still has it around, so he has to have an ample supply of meat to keep it alive... so if we find where his creature is feeding from, we'll find Atreyk!"


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on November 20, 2005, 11:27:22 AM
Isaraldor was lying there for quite some time before he finally started to awake. With some coughing as he pulled himself up, he fell back down and groaned. He asked himself why his body was hurting so much. Then he remembered the girl. "silly child" he muttered to himself.

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Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on November 23, 2005, 11:00:22 AM
This entire situation was much bigger than Thaedras had thought. He had to get to Dom.

Theres nothing the five of us including the cat can do. We need allies, and fast. If we can find my friend Dom, then get to my ship, my crew can help us out, and if things get to nasty, Dom and I can provide a fast way out, but I will find Dominic before I do anything against these mercenaries.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on November 23, 2005, 12:56:22 PM
Paladia stared dumbfounded at Illix, wondering what on earth the woman was rabbling on about. Creatures? Meat? Surely no animal, no matter how mighty, could take them all down. The elfess was suddenly reminded of the shingar. They had been taking an awful long time to deliver that package to the girl in the village... what if they had been captured?

"Sweet Baveras..." murmured Dominic suddenly, rousing the young elf from her thoughts, "the shipyard." They all looked at him curiously, egging him on to continue. "The shipyard... ever since Atreyk's begun polluting the town with those scoundrels, people have been too afraid to breathe. Even the boys who looked after the shipyard threw up their arms and quit, tired of being harassed by mercenaries. Besides, this animal you speak of could easilly dine on the useless fish and their remains. That has got to be where Atreyk's run, his tail between his legs."

Paladia scoffed. "How can you know that? You were wrong before... you said the mage would be in the loft, yet he was in the basement," she said scornfully, gesturing to the cot where Isaraldor had begun to rouse. "If it hadn't been for you, we could have all gone for the cellar, which would have been immensely more successful."

"You have nowhere else to go," Pellegra voiced quietly, "So it is somewhere. Wake the mage... he will be tired, but able. The walk will do him good."

Paladia nodded quietly in obedience. She may be doubtful, but Pelle, though not technically her senior, was wise and nearing the end of her stay, and so she deserved respect. The warrior quietly climbed the steep ladder-like stairs to the loft and timidly reached out to tap the sleeping mage on the shoulder.

~~~~

As Kaelan explored past the crates and boxes of weaponry and armor, he neared the door to the cellar. It was roughly a ped and a half wide, though a meager ped and a fore tall. Four uneven brick steps lead up to the slanted door which leaned back over the opening. The heavy, deteriorating and moldy wood was laden thick with strong, iron chains with a massive lock hanging limply in the stale air. On the other side of the door was a similar setup of looping chains and a twin lock.

As Shan heard the rattle of chains, he trotted over casually and inspected the door, his eyesight superior to everybody elses, even in the dim, afternoon light that filtered in through the few cracks in the wood. It would take five men to break this down he thought with dismay, looking to the lean Cole, his dainty girlfriend and the two older men.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on November 28, 2005, 10:14:22 AM
Thaedras saw the cat give him a distinct look, and went over to it to investigate. He soon finds the door the cat was trying to get his attention with. The chains he couldn't do much about....but the wooden door...the moldy wooden door he could make much much weaker. Thaedras calls out to the others.

It is about to get very cold in here.

Taking some rosemint leaves out of a pouch in his sash, he puts them in his mouth a starts to chew. While there, he mumbles something that sounds magical. Instantly, the temperature around Thaedras drops dramatically. The liquid in the door freezes, causing splits in the wood. He calls back to the others,

The Door can be taken care of with ease now, although the chains will prove tricky.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 11/28/05 2:18


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on November 30, 2005, 01:25:22 AM
Kaelan steps back just a bit, scowling deeply. What kind of fool tricks does this pirate --

But then, in an instant, the door begins to creak and crack, and a piece takes leave of its parent piece of wood, striking the floor with a sharp crash that does not remind Kaelan much of wood. Then again, moldy, frozen wood it could easily have been.

He readies his blade, looking to Cole for confirmation. Of course, the front door would have been much more preferrable to him, but this same pirate eliminated that escape. This door would have to do.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on November 30, 2005, 09:21:22 AM
Even though the other elf was quiet as she ascended the ladder, Isaraldor's acute hearing still made it out. He desceded to let her come over. When she reached out to tap him, he brushed it aside and said "that won't be neccesary. tell me what have a missed?" Meanwhile he manged to pull himself up and leaned agaisnt the back of the bed.

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Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on December 02, 2005, 11:15:22 AM
Cole looked dubiously from the mage to Kaelan. Nodding to the warrior, he arranged his shoulder and footing to heave against the wood. It would take two men to smash the two doors apart, so best do it all in one go, he figured. "On three. One. Two. Three!"

With that, the young man heaved and smashed his shoulder against the right door, splintering it considerably but not breaking through.

~~~

"That won't be neccesary. Tell me, what have a missed?"

Paladia looked him over and had to admit that whatever Rose and Pellegra had prepared for his infusion had done him good considering the shape she had last seen the mage in. "We think we might know the location of Atreyk and we're going to... confront him," she began, not liking the sound as the words escaped her mouth. It seem wrong, somehow... going after him. "Are you in shape to accompany us? You can stay here if you think it would be better...."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on December 02, 2005, 11:45:22 PM
Kaelan followed Cole's timing exactly, and with roughly the same motion, slammed the large orb on the pommel of his bastard sword into the opposite door. In honesty, he expected nothing more from the pirate-mage. He'd done his part, and a damn good job of it, too. Maybe there was some good in that ice of his.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on December 07, 2005, 02:16:22 PM
While Cole's force did in fact splinter the wood and weaken it considerably, Kaelan's action was far more productive. The old, frozen wood shattered and split, sending chunks of wood flying out into the tight alley behind. The heavy iron chain and lock still hung limply from the walls, but was easilly brushed aside for somebody to slip through. The young man rubbed his shoulder and stared at Kaelan's success with slight contempt and looked sheepishly at Rosie whom he found staring out the opening.

"Aye... somebody owes my father a new door..." she murmured, but Shan's attention was elsewhere. His keen hearing focused and heard shouts. The mercenaries!

The massive cat dove out from the shadows, causing Rosie to shriek. Shanvorin nudged his head violently against Thaedras and then Kaelan, more knocking him out of the way than anything, before diving through the new opening. The cat's sleek, black body squeezed through with barely a jingle of the chains and landed silently on the dirt outside with his massive, padded paws.

There, rounding the corner, were four mercenaries, armed and ready to fight. Run, you morons! he thought violently, squaring off on the mercenaries. Save the damn girl!



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on December 07, 2005, 08:39:22 PM
There is something that warriors cannot mistake, and that is the call of battle. Kaelan regained his balance quickly, the intent of the cat was obvious enough, and followed him closely, standing behind him, his bastard sword already out and at ready. A wry smile crosses his face as he begins the process of staring his opponents down, using his massive size, sudden appearance, self-certain expression, and obvious professional experience to create an intimidation.

Of course, it was up to the others to take care of the girl, in his mind. This was his part - well, the cat could help if it wanted to. It didn't hurt his feelings.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on December 10, 2005, 03:30:22 PM
Thaedras saw the cat and the warrior bound out of the room towards the mercenaries, and immediately cursed the warrior. Now was not the time for heroics, he should have let the cat deal with it himself. It couldn't be helped now.

Cole and Rosie, as soona s you go through the door, immediately run AWAY from the battle. I'll be right behind you.

The young couple do as he says, and go through the door, they start to leave, when Rosie calls to the Kaelan

Warrior, we will need you help this way! Please follow!

She then runs off with Cole. Thaedras however, runs up to Kaelan, and grabs him by the arm.

Listen to the girl, let the cat deal with these, we will need you for bigger fights.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Isaraldor Glamthail on December 12, 2005, 12:19:22 PM
"Are you in shape to accompany us?"

"Accompany yes, but fight, perhaps not," was Isaraldor's response. "I guess I can be in the back end of the group and provide some minor support if needed. When are we leaving?" Isaraldor still sat there, well aware of his badly hurting ankle. Which hurt more then usual. But he did not show it, as it was hidden under the covers and he didn't want to show signs of weakness.

sig made by gararion

Can you withstand my eternal onslaught of wind and water?
Isaraldor Glamthail-Santharia



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on December 13, 2005, 08:01:22 AM
The mercenaries stopped cold in their tracks, their weapons slacking a bit at the sight of the massive cat, his sleek coat shimmering in the late afternoon sun. But when Shan spotted Kaelan stepping up beside him, a low growl escaped his throat. The shingar turned slightly, nudging his large head up against the warrior's knees.

You have to move! his mind screamed to himself, looking back at Rosie who stood frozen in fear at the sight of the mercanaries. She'll never budge and leave you here. I'll think of something, just get the girl out of here!

"Rosie, come on!" Cole egged on, taking the young woman by the shoulders and gently trying to move her away. She remained still in shock, staring at the brewing battle before her.

The mercenaries seemed to take a step forward, the four men finding their confidence at Shan's distraction. The shingar wouldn't allow it, stepping one paw down in front of him and growling menacingly, his mouth peeling back to reveal pearly white teeth as sharp and vicious as daggers.

Edited by: Shan Gutarus at: 12/13/05 0:02


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on December 13, 2005, 09:34:22 AM
Paladia nodded stiffly and backed down from the loft, calling back up to him in Styrash. "We leave immediately... come as you will, just don't slow us down." The elf strode past the others, taking up her bow and quiver, nearly empty but it's familiarity giving the warrior calm.

"Wait... what is it you exactly plan to do?" Dom said, following after Pally as she headed for the door, a discarded shortsword from one of the fallen mercenaries on his hip.

"The light will be fading soon and awkward shadows can be hard to read unless you know how. If we hurry, we can take them easily enough."

"You're awful young to be giving out orders," came an old husky voice from the back room as Rose emerged from behind a curtain, her hunched figure carrying a salve in a dish. Paladia froze and turned slowly to eye her, burning on the inside but refusing to show emotion to the others. "You don't know what a shipyard is... trust Dom to get around. Besides," she said, stirring at the strange paste absently, "the others are still in the town. You'll need to go through there, anyway."

"What? We don't have time to go looking for them!" cried Dom, his red beard bristling at the thought of being delayed from getting Nyari.

"You do and you will, Dominic. Now go..." Rose said with finality, waving them all off with a hand and turning back to the other room.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on December 13, 2005, 10:55:22 PM
Kaelan simply shrugs off the pirate's grip, his eyes locked on his enemy, watching their every move, ready for the battle. But now, the cat nudges him, and he finds a slight grin growing on his face. Apparently, it wants room. With that, he lowers his blade a bit, and steps back several steps, grinning. What he expects now is that the cat is going to get active, and for some reason has enough intelligence to want him out of the way for its initial attack. He can respect that, easily enough. When his own blade begins swinging, he finds himself easily appreciative of allies who clear themselves out of the range of the weapon.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 12/13/05 15:06


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Luca the Thief on December 27, 2005, 04:24:22 PM
((Sorry about the wrong account. I'm on dial up (Necro, sorry for ever teasing you... scratch that... glad I don't have to live with this. Nyeah hah.) so switching accounts isn't a desirable option for me right now.))

Turning his back to Theadras and the others, trusting the pirate could at least have wits enough about him to run, for the sake of them all, Shan faced the mercenaries. One, the largest of the four with a nasty piece of work in the form of a shortsword in his right hand, seemed to find courage from somewhere. A malice grin spread across his potmarked features as he took two running steps towards Shan and the stubborn warrior. The shingar was quicker. Far quicker.

The cat’s lithe form dove to the side as the mercenary’s blade came down, spinning him to the left and around behind the massive mercenary, the shortsword whirring without contact through the air. Ears flattened back to his head in determination, Shanvorin bore his teeth and pounced, all three pygges of him nailing him on the back. As an afterthought, the shingar struck out his deadly claws and raked across the layer of leather armor that bore a familiar resemblance to the equipment found in the cellar. Claws found their way through leather, then tunic and flesh. Crying out, the large man lurched and nearly crumpled to his knees until Shan received a blow to his flank. His grip failed him and fell to the ground, finding out that cats did not, in fact, always land on their feet. The larger man staggered, blood quickly staining over the length of his back, as Shanvorin spun to face his new opponent, a smaller sell sword with overzealous eyes.

The third mercenary stared, pale as he watched his comrads face up against a beast more vicious than any he had seen in his life. But far be it from him to be outdone by James, the upstart little punk that had deemed it necessary to whollop Shanvorin on the side with the butt of his hilt. With a meager excuse for a war cry, he came in after Kaelan with his short sword brought up high.

Edited by: Luca the Thief at: 12/27/05 8:26


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on December 28, 2005, 09:36:22 PM
It couldn't be more perfect. The enemy brought his blade up, and up is where Kaelan likes it. His own weapon lowered and off to his right, he leaned forward a bit and waited for the opponent to get within striking distance, to just start bringing it down, and with that, he planted his right foot in, toward the enemy as he swung with his arms and his back, flinging the bastard sword in just beyond a semi-circle from right to left, aimed at the opponent's hip, or just above, and moving slightly upwards as it went around.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on December 29, 2005, 07:56:22 AM
((Ooc: Sorry if this is a little...confused....my first modding type post so don't be too harsh :s)

Thaedras lef the warrior to his fate, despite Rosie's protests, and decided to get help, heading back for the Old woman's cottage with Cole and Rosie in tow.

Paladia, along with Dom, led the group from the cottage, leading them towards Rosie's shop, where Rose said she sent the others earlier. Overhead, a small, fire red bird is flying. It sees this group, makes a noise and flies off towards the town. Dom let out a surprised yell,

Lia!

The Bird flew back to town, resting on Thaedras' shoulder, chirping wildly. Thaedras realized that he should follow the bird, for she had obviously found something of use to the pirate.

Lead me to it, My sweet.

Lia, smarter than one would think, left Thaedras' shoulder, and started flying, low to the ground, toward the area where she saw the other group, namely one of the members of the group that the bird recognized. Thaedras quickly followed, The two young lovers behind him.

The two groups quickly found eachother, the meeting started by two loud yells

Dominic! Yelled Thaedras

Thaedras Yelled Dom.

The two were quickly embraced in a hug, the two long time friends reunited after many years.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on January 02, 2006, 07:40:23 PM
The younger mercenary faltered as Kaelan's heavy blade forced it's way through the leather armor and cut into his ribs. The force alone not only winded the poor man, but probably cracked a rib or two from sheer momentum. He staggered to the side, and attempted to maintain his swing, having only the mind to bring the pommel of his short sword down on Kaelan's exposed collar bone.

A menacing growl escaped Shanvorin's throat, rippling over his tongue as he bore his dagger-like teeth to the new oncomer. James grinned feverishly, swinging his sword around eagerly. Shan hesitated... he was no older than himself, and he had seen that look in many of his friends. Eager to please, eager to prove his worth. Did the mercenary really deserve to die? What was he even fighting for? Shan thought with dismay, the young soldier egging the cat on with his eyes. Did he even know? Unfortunately, the troubling thoughts were dashed from Shan's mind as James, weary of waiting, charged in on him point first. The cat dodged easilly enough to the side and lunged forward, driving his head between the mercenary's knees and tripping him over his heavily muscled shoulders. James sprawled, his weapon skipping across the road, and the shingar crept up onto him, breathing hotly into his quivering and terrified face.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on January 06, 2006, 03:23:23 PM
Kaelan staggered under the force of the shortsword, and fell nearly to his knees as his bastard sword came around for another slash, this one level with the bottom of his opponent's hips, and with considerably less pressure, due to several factors. Primarily, he is down lower, and that in an uncontrolled manner, thus putting some of his power used for the previous slash into catching his balance; also to be considered is that at the time he was pommeled, he had turned to be facing just slightly beyond where his opponent was now standing, and thus the target itself and the apex, or most powerful point of the strike are at completely different points. Still, barring the man taking a little over a full step back, Kaelan is fairly certain this strike will do some damage.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on January 07, 2006, 10:19:23 AM
By instinct, the mercenary clutched the wound at his side, but probably at the worst possible moment as the blade came in for another blow. It caught his hip and, finding no armor there, cut into the flesh painfully and bruised the bone. Cursing wildly, he fell into a crouch at Kaelan's feet, his jaw clenched.

Shanvorin pressed his snout to the young man's face, his foul breath rolling over his face and his teeth bared. The cat wasn't sure what he was going to do next. He couldn't kill the boy. But he couldn't just let him go, could he?

Shan was given his answer as the large man, having lost his weapon to the ground earlier, bowled in on the cat in rage. He scooped the heavy animal up in his arm and, amazingly, lifted him, squeezing the breath from him. Something in Shanvorin snapped. Logic was gone for a brief moment in time and he let out an enraged cry. Claws snapped out from his paws and his teeth glimmered threateningly in the fading light. The heavy beast writhed in the large mercenary's arm, his four legs flailing and slashing viciously at armor and flesh until finally the perpetrator fell beneath him. Still growling, the fearful shingar crawled up over the mercenary's back and raked his claws from his shoulders down his back, the large man letting out a fearful cry of pain. One mercenary remained unmarred, and took it as a gift as he turned tail and ran into the street. James, pale and shivering, took the cue and leapt to his feet, dashing from the scene after his comrade.



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on January 07, 2006, 02:40:23 PM
Illix was growing impatient with this whole group. She calmy retrieved her weapons, and silently headed for the door. She'd be better off fighting without these people, at least in the beginning. The Sapphire Eye wasn't one to use his abomination right away, he'd rely on his men at first, and Illix could handle them much better without this group of rag tags. The only competant fighter she'd seen was the female warrior with the moonblade, and she wouldn't help against that creature... No, Illix was the only one here with any chance of slaying that thing, and only because she'd survived their first encounter. She knew what to expect.

She silently passed the elf as the old woman finished speaking and smirked, whispering to herself (though fully knowing that the elf could hear her) "You'd better not take too long carrying out Granny's errands, or I just might have finished Atreyk off before you get there"

With that she opened the door and closed it behind her, without a word to anyone. She'd come here to finish her unfinished business, and it was apparent that these people would be of no help whatsoever.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on January 08, 2006, 05:26:23 PM
Kaelan regained his feet, letting the fallen man die or survive as fate would decide. As the last of the opponents flee, he makes his way to the big cat, kneeling beside him to get a closer look at him. "You alright, claw-man? You sounded like you wasn't exactly comfortable back there. Think you can still get around?"

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on February 04, 2006, 09:29:23 AM
Thaedras smiled as the woman kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear. The smile lasted only as long as it took for the woman to ram her knee into Thaedra's groin. Lia flew off as Thaedras sunk to his knees, groaning in pain. He felt a sharp tug on his head, and saw Illix walk off with a lock of his hair.

Maybe Dom was Right, Thought Thaedras, She just MIGHT be out of my league.....just maybe.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on February 06, 2006, 05:10:23 AM
Dominic winced as his friend took the hit, his own hand adjusting his belt reassuringly as he strode up to his fallen comrad and heaved him to his feet by the back of his collar. "Up you go, old boy," the sailor laughed, giving Theadras a powerful clap on the back and setting them back into motion after Illix. "Should have seen that one coming, really. But we need to go. I don't like the idea of us taking much on in the dark," he said, his voice darkening suddenly as Dominic's eyes fell to the setting sun behind the mountains.

They began to move on after Illix, Terra and Paladia just after their female counterpart with the men following up behind. But, as the two sailors conversed quietly, the mage began to lag behind, his breath wheezing. "Elf," Dominic piped up suddenly, stopping and turning to look to the mage. "You are in no shape to us here. Go to Rose's house," he ordered, pointing to the small cottage just to the east, "She's a spare bed far more comfortable than Pelle's old cot, I promise you that. You have served your part here, today, and I thank you for that." Isaraldor seemed to hesitate for a moment, but his condition would only worsen with time and exursion and knowing this, Paladia nodded to him, and so he strolled off to the quaint cottage.

As they neared the town of Nepris, Dominic picked up their pace, urging on the others at a crisp walk, even coming a jog every once in a while. He weaved them behind small houses, hoping to avoid the people and, more importantly, any mercenary.

~~~

Shanvorin's sleek hide sprung down along the small lane, his heavy paws making not a sound on the clay cobbles as they padded swiftly in a methodic trot. The memories of the small skirmish circled in his mind, out of touch with the rest of his world as he replayed what had happened. Something in the back of his mind that had never been there before, and it had clicked. He had wanted only to maim and taste the blood of that man. The thought now tempted the cat to retch, as it often did with the idea of raw meat. But a human... that just was not right.

Kaelan was behind him, lagging behind the cat's swift pace and as he returned to the situation at hand, Shanvorin slowed his pace and took bearing of their location. Houses, small shops, a well, kids being called to dinner. Dominic. The shingar's ears pricked up in recognition as the sailor darted past, a few other faces he recognized. A low growl escaping his throat, Shan pressed on just as Kaelan came up behind him, darting out suddenly from behind a small bakery to stop the other party in their tracks.

Dominic staggered back in shock, nearly coming to collide with the beast, but recognized the supposed docile animal soon enough. Before he could speak, however, the sailor was interrupted. "Midnight cat!" cried Paladia suddenly, stepping forward and looking up at Kaelan as he emerged. "What happened to you all?"



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on February 06, 2006, 11:33:23 PM
Kaelan grins. "Got caught up in a little action. I think the furball here got a little carried away, but we're unhurt. Is Cole and the miss alright? I don't know how many are in the area. We left a few survivors from our own skirmish, one or two, I think."

He pauses briefly, to catch his breath, and then continues for a bit, "You run into anything, or are we just specially fated?"

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Paladia Entonei on February 13, 2006, 08:38:23 AM
"Got caught up in a little action. I think the furball here got a little carried away, but we're unhurt. Is Cole and the miss alright? I don't know how many are in the area. We left a few survivors from our own skirmish, one or two, I think"

Dominic crossed his heavy forarms over his chest and nodded to himself. "I sent Cole and Rosie with Nyari's grandmother back to her house. They've been through a lot and Rosie was pale as a sheet. And Cole... he's a good lad, but headstrong and too young. He's more ahead of him than what's worth getting hurt in something like this."

The hardened sailor glanced about at their little party. Two women, a cat, two sailors and a warrior. All against Barveras knows how many mercenaries and a criminal. "You're in luck, warrior. We reckon maybe Atreyk's along the docks, and with him Nyari. I want my neice back and if she's not in one peice, so help me..."

Dominic shook the head from his thought and his eyes softened slightly. "We have to go. The sun is fading quickly. We're but a few moments from the docks. Keep your eyes open though... the men might be about and I don't want to make too much of a racket."



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on February 19, 2006, 06:46:23 PM
Kaelan looks sternly to the sailor, and nods. "I'm with you," is all he says, but it should be enough. The meaning ran a little deeper, indicating that the blades, and quite possibly the life of this warrior were at Dominic's disposal, as long as there was a problem.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Thaedras on February 20, 2006, 04:09:23 AM
Dominic's hardened look softened into a slight smile, realizing the truth of Kaelan's words. With but a gesture of his hand, Dominic once again starts leading the group towards the dock, using empty alleyways and backstreets to avoid any unwanted mercenary attention. The group moved quickly, with little speech, Dom and Shan leading at point. They soon reached the docks, which had large piles of crates scattered through the wharfs.

Now moving slowly, more carefully, the group winds through these crates, heading towards the shipyard. Suddenly, the mercenaries turn a corner at the same instant that the group does. Even though the mercenaries are several peds distant, it is obvious that the group has been seen. Thinking quickly, Thaedras Speaks firmly, yet soft enough for only the party to hear, Take cover.

Thrusting his hand into his sash, Thaedras quickly shakes a small bottle of water while speaking something in the tongue of the arcane. Immediately, the surprised guards look around confusedly, as Thaedras dives behind a pile of crates.

The wind in my Hair, The spray of the ocean in my face.
I love Life at sea.


- Thaedras

Edited by: Thaedras at: 2/19/06 20:12


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on February 25, 2006, 06:55:23 AM
Kaelan steps behind the crates and begins to crouch, watching as the pirate pulls off another of his magical tricks. When it is finished, he peeks around to look at the mercenaries, and scowls when he sees their confused state. "They're lost," Kaelan growls, starting to stand. "Don't just sit here, we move now!"


His first thought was to run away from the mercenaries, but in their confused state, a better option confronts him, and stepping out into the path they had been using, Kaelan draws his bastard sword and silently charges the confused mercenaries, hewing them down with several quick horizontal slashes the instant he is within range.

Why do you ask?

Edited by: Warrior Kaelan at: 2/24/06 23:04


Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on February 26, 2006, 12:30:23 PM
Illix silently went along with the group. She didn't care to bother speaking with them, her only goal in this town was to find Atreyk and finish what she'd started. Illix saw the mercenaries and took cover before the man she'd taught a lesson to spoke, and instinctively snapped her razor claws out of her gloves out, ready to charge the men. She remained silent and hidden as the man spoke what seemed to be a spell, and peeked out from behind the crate she was using for shelter to see that the enemy had become dazed and confused. She was about to charge them when a large swordsman beat her to the punch, slashing his way towards the group and cutting down one of their number. I like his style... I guess I had to find myself a competant warrior in this town sooner or later...

She wasted no time taking advantage of the element of surprise, quickly following after the swordsman and running up his back to leap off of his shoulders. She flipped over in midair to land with her hands on the shoulders of one of the mercenaries in the back of the group and carried her momentum forward, pulling him backwards and twisting him sideways. She bent herself and used her feet to brace herself as she raised the man up and hurled him behind herself into the air, looking back and giving his back a powerful straight kick as he was about to hit the ground, sending him sprawling over a ped behind her in the dirt, unconcious and bloodied.

She felt a sharp pain shoot through her body from where her ribs had been injured, but refused to show any sign of weakness as she turned back to face the mercenaries, raising her claws and showing them a devious, almost demonic grin as she spoke.

"So... who's next?"


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Shan Gutarus on March 01, 2006, 09:03:23 AM
Paladia dove behind a set of crates while the shingar fled to another pile opposite. Watching with ice blue eyes, Shan couldn't help but curse to himself as Illix and Kaelan took the initiative to attack. "Fools!" he thought bitterly, watching with disdain as two men fell before they could be shaken from their walking reverie, "Ever heard of following orders?". Even before the hipocrisy left his mind, the two remaining mercenaries took action.

One, a boy who could have been younger still than Cole, had fled once Ilix had made her appearance, frightened by her tactics as he turned fleet footed to dash off to the town. The other, a man with a heavy dirk in hand, had managed to evade Kaelan long enough to come up from behind with his blade raised high.

Shan's bright eyes flared with alarm.They needed every armed body they could get their hands on. A loud rumble escaped his throat, loud enough to be heard the few peds seperating him and the fighters. Stepping out into the dusk light, the heavilly muscled cat bared his fangs. Heart pumping in his ears, Shan was only stopped in his tracks by the mercenary's scream.

"The cat!" he screamed into the fading daylight, staggering at the sight and making move to run off, "The man-eating beast. It's here!"



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on March 03, 2006, 09:12:23 PM
Kaelan wastes no time as the man turns to flee, bringing his bastard sword heavily down the mercenary's spine. Then, he slowly turns on this strange woman who has come to his aid - he had initially thought, fortunately. "All of them!", he says, trying to shout without raising his voice much. "They were lost, damnit, you take them ALL out, not just one!" He raises a glance heavenward, and lifts his blade back to its sheathe on his back, dropping it into the hook with a light huff.

Why do you ask?



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Illix on March 14, 2006, 04:59:23 PM
Illix glared at the man. How could he not realise that his plan not only wouldn't have taken out all of them, but would've gotten him killed or wounded without her assistance? Hell, if that cat hadn't scared the last one off he'd probably be wounded anyway...

"I don't mind if our prescence is known, it will give that fool Atreyk time to surrender. It was by sheer luck and trickery that saved him last time, not the use of his "men". I don't plan on letting him escape me again, and if he tries to run he'll only be giving up the one thing that could save him from me. I suggest you refrain from telling me what to do in the future, as I will not hesitate to kill you if I am in a foul mood."

With that she turned and resumed heading off again, not caring who chose to continue with her.


Here I go, playing the Hero again...



Title: Re: Chapter 4 -- Salvaging Nepris
Post by: Warrior Kaelan on March 28, 2006, 06:50:23 AM
Kaelan turns to the group, standing his ground until they have decided what to do next. While he is waiting, he looks harshly to the pirate, and, after a few moments of simply studying the man, states, "I suggest you don't give me an advantage you don't want me to take. If they're open, I will kill them."

Why do you ask?