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Author Topic: Alleyways and Backstreets(Voldar)  (Read 24828 times)
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Darien Gulath
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« Reply #105 on: December 05, 2005, 06:34:22 AM »

At one of the streets nearby Arth's, in the darkness of evening there was a vicious hunt between a dark mage and a assassin about to start...

Darién walked trough a street, took a turn to his right, jumped on top of some crates and pulled himself up to the roof, Agile and fast with a unexpected well-trained stealth for a man of his posture, he sprinted from one roof and jumped towards another. His eyes focussed on the streets he watched some people doing their business.

The darkness was his camouflage, his bandana endings danced in the wind, The most lights came from the reflecting moon, Yet unbothered but still fuelled by his own lust for battle, still calculating his moves, he knew he couldn’t afford to be seen by his opponent again. He had allready taken a number of hits and he knew that a full front blast could de-activate him. This was an opponent not to fight head-on, No he needed to be taken out by surprise…

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« Reply #106 on: December 06, 2005, 10:42:22 AM »

Kain notes two things after he blasts the stables with lightning. First of all, Darien seems to have an adverse reaction to the light. Second, he melds into the shadows as if he himself were a shade of life. He watches the man regain his composure and stalk off in the wrong direction. Obviously he wished to kill Kain. He would have none of that, and at the moment he was drained. Quietly, though with nowhere near the stealth of his opponent, Kain stalks back into the alley. He decides he will go around this building and swing back to the tavern. After a good nights rest he should be fully charged and ready for more action. With a grunt of excersion he slides Mo'epher onto his back and readjust the straps untill they are tight. He mutters about men taking to long and to much to die as he comes upon the street ahead. Arth's is four buildings down.

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

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect

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

-Kain Cristar, Divine Aspect
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« Reply #107 on: April 11, 2006, 04:03:23 AM »

Malgion

Malgion tapped his feet impatiently. "By Ava, why is it taking him so long?"

He started to lean against the wall of the house he was hiding behind, but he remembered his clothes. Since he planned to actually wear his position he might as well as get into the habit of being incredibly stuck up, vain and with his nose in the air. He sighed. Even if he didn't have good reason to hate nobles he would hate them anyway.

"A nuisance," he mumbled. "The whole lot of them." Of course he always didn't include himself or little Alana.

"Though Alana," he said as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. "Lately she has been putting on those airs. Hmm, have to do something about that."

In the midst of his musing Jarth came around the corner and nodded slowly. Malgion threw his hands up in frustration. "About time! Did you really have to take all day?"

"I see you 're back to Lord Roly."

Malgion or, as he was known to the nobility, Lord Royl glared at Jarth. "What's that suppose to mean?" He looked closely at his rock face companion and nothing shown the least bit sign of change in his stone slab demeanor. Malgion scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I think Avery is rubbing off on you."

Jarth said nothing and Malgion threw his hands up in frustration. "Of course, now you're back to being the man of few words. So out with it. What did the scout say?"

Malgion knew his irritation was not with Jarth, but the though of once again returning to Lord Royl and spending hours on end listening to meaningless snobbery and not being able to slam his knife into those tender yellow bellies, which would be much more satisfying in his opinion. Plus this way he couldn't talk to his MadCaps. Most didn't know who he was and he kept it that way. He didn't want any accidents.

"He said there are a lot of types over at the bar, and the Orc from before with General Scar. Otherwise everything is going as usual, lots of visitors and money will be flowing."

"Is that it?" Malgion said with a sigh. "How boring. It makes staying with Avery and hearing him jabbering on sound like fun."

"Well...there's something else." Jarth seemed hesitant to mention it.

"Are you going to say or do I have to pull out your tongue?"

"The scout said that out by the river gate they were bringing in some unusual cargo- a miniature dragon."

"A miniature dragon?" Malgion said in disbelief, but his entire face lit up. "Well it looks like we'll have to go over there and take a look."

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Jituska Kouba
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« Reply #108 on: October 30, 2007, 03:56:47 AM »

Jituska yawned, stretched (still half asleep) and then fully woke up when she noticed that her dress was wet. Determining the cause of this, she noticed that water was running down the alleyway in which she was lying. The alley itself had been mostly spared when yesterday it had been storming and snowing so hard, which was why she and her brother Tojzek had entered it when looking for shelter. However, now that the snow was melting, the water had found its way to their 'shelter' and now she was wet anyway. She hoped the sun would be strong enough to dry her dress, she didn't really want to change into her nice red dress because she had only just mended it and she wanted to keep it whole for a while longer. Unfortunately, though she could see that the sun was shining, the rays didn't reach the two of them because the alleyway was so small. She hoped Tojzek would wake up soon so that they could go out to the main street here.

As she set up, she rubbed a hand over her empty stomach, which growled loudly. Well, their last meal had been a while ago already. But why didn't her body get used to it, though? You'd think her stomach would accept after a while that nothing was forthcoming, but noooo, it just had to keep warning her to put food into it. Food she didn't have. Well, not yet. Now that the sun was shining, there were bound to be stalls and people around, so maybe she could get some rich lord or lady to buy them something. She thought her chances higher for the rich lady, who she'd noticed usually had a soft spot for an underfed little child. She hoped that many of them would be coming to shop around, many people usually increased her rate of success.

She watched Tojzek for a while as he lay asleep. She drew up her knees and put her very skinny arms around them. In this position, as little of her as possible actually touched the ground, and the soles of her sandals kept away the water from her feet at least. Her dress, where she sat on it, was still getting soaked though. But she wasn't planning on standing any more than she needed to. It made her too tired. At least she'd slept a little this night, despite the bitter cold. She remembered how she and Tojzek had leaned in close together, both their mantles drawn around them to keep what little warmth there was between them.

That reminded her... She quickly took the mantle, which had fallen off her some time during the night, and tried to save it from the wetness. It was too late, of course, but at least it was a little less wet than her dress. She wrapped it around her, keeping it as much from the ground as she could -- and sneezed. Hard. She quickly looked at Tojzek to see if she'd woken him up. He moved, but she couldn't decide if it was because of waking up, or just in his sleep.

Oh, how typical. They spent one stupid little night outside and she was sick again. Ok, so they'd spent the night before and the one before that outside as well. And she actually couldn't remember the last time they'd slept in a bed. But still! She didn't want to get sick now. Although, on second thought, maybe those ladies would have even more pity for a sick, hungry little child than just for a hungry little child. She should try that out some time.

She stood up, rearranged the mantle so that it covered most of her, and went to take a look in the main street. Hmm, it was later than she'd thought. The sun would probably reach their little alleyway soon, though she was planning on being out there by then. If Tojzek didn't wake up soon, she'd make him wake up. She looked for a while at all the well-fed people travelling up and down the street, happy that the sun was out and the snow almost gone. She wouldn't go out yet though, or Tojzek would wonder where she was when he woke up. She'd never worry him if she could help it, so after a while she went back to the sleeping form of her brother. She looked for a drier spot to sit, close to him, and looked at him again. She reached out and tugged one of his dreadlocks behind his ear, then waited for him to open his eyes.
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« Reply #109 on: October 30, 2007, 06:39:44 PM »

However far Tojzek seemed to step away from the lapping sea the waves were able to catch him, soaking through his shoes and rising up his trousers too.  He tried to move backwards a little more, wriggling away from the cold dampness, but his feet didn’t seem to want to step back. In fact his whole body was rather unwilling to move away from the edge, and what was he going to do with this Fisher’s Cat he was holding?  If it got wet the harbour master would not be happy.  It sneezed.  Wasn’t he supposed to take it home to his mother? Why was that again?  The cat reached up towards his face and pushed one of his dreadlocks behind his ear.  Well now, that really didn’t work.  How could the cat reach his face without twisting around in his arms?  The logic dragged Tojzek into wakefulness and he opened his pale brown eyes to find his little sister sitting and staring at him. His arms were wrapped around their bag of possessions.

He smiled at Jituska in greeting, though he couldn’t prevent a little worry from creeping across his face.  She looked so thin and cold.  Was that a wet patch on her dress?  Tojzek let the bag go and pushed himself into a sitting position, feeling the ache across the top of his back after sleeping on the hard cold ground.  As he moved he realised that the water had not just been in his dream; his feet were now soaked through and numb from the snowy slush.  Great! He scolded himself for not finding a better place for them to sleep, it did not do either of them any good to be outside.

Looking upwards he saw that the sun was higher than he had thought from the cold and shaded little alleyway.  It was in fact getting to the time when they might be able to find something to eat, or maybe even start looking for some sort of employment.  At least they should find somewhere better to sleep for tonight, there must be some building somewhere in this town in which the two of them could shelter without being noticed.  Tojzek wished he knew this place as well as he did Calamad; he didn’t even really know where to begin looking.  Unfortunately, sitting here dwelling on the fact was not going to help them.

Rising to his feet somewhat stiffly, Tojzek reached down to pull his sister to her feet too, before taking a quick look down at himself.  He sighed.  The water had seeped up to the knees of his thin grey-ish blue trousers, and his shoulders felt wet too underneath his cloak.  Oh well, not much he could do about it now.   “Did you get wet too ‘tuska?” He asked, once more taking her hands in his and rubbing them together with a cleanish bit of woollen cloak to warm them.
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« Reply #110 on: October 31, 2007, 04:28:06 AM »

Jituska grinned ruefully at her brother. "I don't think anything in this alley remained dry, Tojz." She glanced down at her dress. At least the front of it was more or less dry still. It was just the back that had been soaked. She turned around, pulling her hands from his administrations and offering her head. "Could you braid me again? There's lots of people out there, I think it's almost noon. I think we're going to find something to eat. Maybe there's a vendor somewhere who needs an errand boy? I'll be good and wait for you when you do get someone to hire you for a while..."

Of course they were going to find something today. She didn't think of the line of her thoughts being the product of her optimistic nature. It was the most normal thing in the world that they should find something now, even if the day before they hadn't been so successful. It often happened like that, but that didn't dampen her spirits.

When Tojzek was done braiding her hair, she turned around again, took his hand in her right hand and their backpack in her left, and hupped to the entrance of the alley, pulling her brother behind her. She was excited that the sun was shining, even if her stomach was growling like a stray dog over a gnawed bone. On the same spot where she'd stood watching the people go by earlier, she stopped again. "See how many people are out there, Tojz? Surely one of them has a job for you?"

She let go of the hand when she got out of the alleyway and stepped into Cedric's street. She had to blink against the sun for a few moments, but immediately she felt the difference with the shadow she'd just left. Already the rays of the sun were warming up her body. Jituska inhaled the air, then felt her nose starting to run, causing her to sneeze again. And again. She almost thought she'd have to sneeze a third time, but that one didn't come through. With a dirty hand, she wiped her nose, hoping that it wouldn't start running again. She suspected it was looking red, or it would start taking on that colour soon.

She turned to Tojzek. "So, which way are we going to look for a job for you?" She asked cheerfully. Then she sneezed again.
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« Reply #111 on: November 02, 2007, 09:03:56 PM »

At Jituska’s reply Tojzek looked down at their backpack, wanting to inspect the worn leather to see how damp that had become too.  However his lively sister quickly asked him to braid her hair, so Tojzek obediently started the familiar movements, dreamily running his fingers through it to loosen the previous attempt first.  The pale blonde strands bore the marks of their last few nights on the streets, but his own grubby hands were not doing it many favours either.  Spliting it delicately into three equal parts he began to wind the sections around each other.  The simple movement was somehow comforting and it was good to be able to do something for his sister so easily. 

Tojzek looked up at the sky whilst he braided, the action so familiar that he didn’t need to watch his hands any more. “A bit before noon maybe.” He replied rather briefly.  The morning was still cold and he hadn’t fully woken up yet; his thoughts sluggish in his tired, hungry head. “Hopefully the morning shoppers will still be around,” he added, quickly finishing the long tight plait.

As soon as he dropped his hands from her head Jituska was moving, picking up their bag and dragging him happily towards the prospect of food. "See how many people are out there, Tojz? Surely one of them has a job for you?" Her determined optimism made him smile and the warmth of the sun began to melt his stiffness too.  He had to admit that the weather increased their chances somewhat.  Even those who could afford a warm house would surely appreciate the beauty of the sun and snow.  He flashed a rare smile at Jituska, the joy showing more in his eyes than the position of his chapped lips.  She let go of his hand and he stretched, rolling his shoulders backwards and yawning widely before following her out onto the cobbled merchant’s street.

(OCC - The rest will be posted in Cedric Street.)
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