Usha
The "Before" years
The Hulk[M:0]
"Why everyone scared of Usha?"
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Post by Usha on Jan 14, 2008 12:34:19 GMT -6
A mage close to Crowley's target looked about to support his companion. He raised his book and pointed his finger.
He might have even cast his spell, if not for the axe that suddenly slammed into his throat.
A slightly singed Usha walked up and yanked the axe from the corpse, turning to look at Crowley's target. She was certain Crowley could deal with him.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Jan 14, 2008 13:53:57 GMT -6
Rayl stopped, and returned the glance.
"Yes I am ordering you, as it seems that your too busy being full of yourself to give us orders! If there was to be only one thing I was to remember from my training as a Knight is not to focus on yourself when your friends and allies are in danger!"
He then rushed forward, lance held at the ready, as he leapt over one of the two remaining mages, and before he could turn to face his assailent, he was knocked to the ground by a kick from the horse.
The cavalier dismounted, and pinned the mage to the ground with a point, spear pointed to the neck," So tell me, why are you doing this? Speak quickly, for I'm honestly not in a great mood at this moment" the mage hesitated, before hastily babbling on and on. In all honesty, Rayl wanted to just kill the mage now, but a promise was a promise, "Alright, your reward is getting to live." he let the man up, and watched him start running, but decided to trip him for the fun of it, before the mage got up, flustered, before running for his life, dissapearing through the trees, dropping a piece of paper, which was soon picked up by the knight, deciding to read it later though, he then mounted up, though deciding best to just wait for Crowley to kill his target before they moved on: No reason to stay in a flaming forest, eh?
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on Jan 14, 2008 14:33:46 GMT -6
Crowley was too close. The mage casted a fire ball. Crowley felt it sear past his face, the heat made some third degree burns. But then it was over. Crowley got close and sliced the man open. He hacked into the man several times, because he was so pissed that the mage had succeeded in hitting him twice. The man died. All that was left was a bloody pulp. Okay. Crowley stood up. Rayl was the last drop.
"How dare you bloody ordering me, you fool? I have been honest to you, shown you my true self, to protect you from coming dangers and yet you bloody ORDER ME? Oh; I know you arrogant type, and..." He made a gesture. He spat. He decided that it wasn't worth it. Besides he was right somewhere. Crowley had done terrible things and he was a coward sometimes. He shook his head repeatedly. He wasn't worth it. He had better things to do. Such as getting to Santaruz.
"F*ck this. I'm going to Santaruz. Those who want to be ordered by Rayl, they can follow him." Crowley already knew he was going to regret this. He didn't wait for the others and started riding towards Santaruz. He was out of hearing distance already. His face ached so badly. He almost fainted, but he was stubborn.
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Zeiss
The "Before" years
Mysterious, Sarcastic Shaman[M:-5]
"I herd u liek Lotus Tilez?"
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Post by Zeiss on Jan 14, 2008 14:48:07 GMT -6
Zeiss simply wondered off in Santuraz' general direction, the entire coversation kinda flew past him.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Jan 14, 2008 17:03:31 GMT -6
Sadly, Rayl actually knew that was going to happen: Crowley was like an open book after all,"Well, you guys best be following him, I'm going to find out who started this fire, anyone that wants to follow along can... and Wylie, try not to follow Crowley too closely." he took the peice of paper from before, and tossed it over to the troubadour, as it fell open on the floor: a wanted poster," Your appearently not that welcome in Laus it seems...then again, not many people are, the marquess seems like the person who'd join up with Bern..." he then rode off, deciding it was best to stay away from them for awhile...he wanted some time to think...
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Jan 14, 2008 23:03:27 GMT -6
Wylie was confused, that was all there was to it. First Rayl was in total awe of Crowley, but then suddenly decides to assume command and:
One, order him to hang back and not back Zeiss up, and Two, order Usha to chop wood and not back Zeiss up.
This in mind, Wylie simply gave Rayl a puzzled look that said "I really don't get you," before riding off the direction of Zeiss and Crow. "Sorry girls," he said to the others as he left. He intended to heal Crow's burns when he caught up.
I wonder whether that Wanted poster was real, he thought, or just Etrurian subterfuge.
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on Jan 15, 2008 10:11:28 GMT -6
Crowley was only being held from fainting by the alcohol and his constant whining.
"OH buggrit, that little brat, when I lay my hands on him, I'll..." This continued for about 10 minutes, when he decided to stop. He couldn't go any further. He knew he was going to regret this. Well, too late. He just hoped that after resting a bit, he'd be able to reach Santaruz. He fell of his horse and dragged himself to a tree. He closed his eyes. He just needed a little bit of rest.
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Usha
The "Before" years
The Hulk[M:0]
"Why everyone scared of Usha?"
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Post by Usha on Jan 16, 2008 18:13:13 GMT -6
Usha shrugged, wiping off her axe. She'd decided to follow Crowley the magnificent, not some cavalier. She shouldered her weapon and began trudging after the mercenary. It didn't matter to her that he hadn't killed something. It was all about Rep in the merc world, not about reality.
She noticed her leader's weakness, however.
"You need carried?" she asked.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Jan 16, 2008 19:21:51 GMT -6
"He'll be alright in a second," Wylie responded to Usha as he reached out with his staff. The white energies healed his burns fairly quickly. After this, he allowed Crow a minute or so of rest before talking to him.
"Crow. CROW! Wake up. We're only an hour or so from Santaruz, a tavern and a lot of coin."
Wylie then turned and indicated his staff to Usha. "Are you right for healing?" he asked.
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Alcibie
Bishop
The Innkeeper Life Giver
Where does it say Cleric's are automatically a piece of eye candy?
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Post by Alcibie on Jan 17, 2008 0:11:37 GMT -6
Alcibie tired not to be too confused. She really felt like she had missed a lot. She needed to work on paying attention to things that were not happening inside her head. This all seemed like too much to her. She wanted to do something, but she could not bring herself to say anything. Around Rayl and Persephone she could bring herself to say things…here she was unsure. She really did not know which way to go.
She turned to Persephone. She knew the girl had been quiet as of late, but she was in the same boat as Alcibie. Surely she would be able to lend her voice to the other girl. Alcibie turned back to the girl. She was not there. Alcibie felt her face drain, had the girl ever been there in the first place. Alcibie shook her head Persephone must have chosen a different path.
Maybe St. Elimine would have an idea on who to follow. Trust in the staff, Father Reeves had always said. Maybe the little blue orb would actually lead the way. Alcibie offered up a quick prayer and tossed the staff in the air.
Alcibie felt her stomach drop. She grabbed the staff out of midair. The heavens could bend over backwards trying to please her, but she would have none of that. She really liked some of those people, but they had a healer. Rayl had none, plus Usha was with them and that…person scared Alcibie senseless.
As she ran to catch up to Rayl she tried not to think. She was going to forget which way the staff was facing when she grabbed it. She tried not think about the fact the position she caught it in was now ingrained in her muscle memory.
“Rayl!”
[OOC:...I actually forgot this when I posted it...and the spaces... So Persephone AKA Roomie is all stress out because she may lose money so she is going crazy with the school-ness, I on the other hand am not on a scholarship where I need a 3.5 grade point average so I am safe XP ]
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on Jan 17, 2008 11:19:06 GMT -6
(OoC; hey Usha, I DID kill someone ) "Ugh. Huh-wha? Oh! Hi! I was... um... resting... Ah, screw it, you all knew I passed out. Those damn mages." He got himself up. He smiled at both of them. "Thanks. I appreciate it. Especially you, Wylie. Thanks for the healing." He inspected Usha. It seemed she decided to follow him. Weird. He was grateful, she seemed to be a formidable fighter. "You've said it Wylie. To the coin and the taverns!" He let out a weak laugh, since he still felt a bit weak. He then jumped on his horse. And waited for them to give the sign to go. (Next post in Santaruz?)
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on May 9, 2008 10:55:05 GMT -6
(Special occasion guys, this is the first thread where the 'wanted' poster appears for us. Back then it was the marquess of Etruria who ordered the death of Crowley The Magnificent and his pals. When Kraft killed the marquess he took over and now it's a new 'wanted' poster with a bigger reward. This time, the Herald is our common enemy. But! Guys! This is going to be very tough. I'm leading this plot and we might not succeed, I'll see how we handle this. If we handle it badly, we're screwed. ) After travelling a few days and visiting some inns, they had been incognito so no story-telling this time, they had arrived on the road leading to Etruria. "Heh. Remember Rayl? That guy who travelled with us for a while?" Crowley shook his head. He would personally tear Rayl's tongue out if he ever had the occasion to meet him again. A while ago they had been involved in a fight with enemy mages, sent by the Marquess, and it was then that Rayl had decided to order Crowley. Crowley didn't like to be ordered. "You know, guys, I know a very good Inn around this place. Well, you all know the place. Except for you Tobias." Crowley smiled at the others. Those were the days. He must admit that he never had been so succesful with his stories as now. People loved him. In Ostia and Santaruz anyway. Now, they were going to Etruria. That was going to be a problem. People didn't like them their and there was a rather large reward on their heads. Well, a small fortune to be honest. But they would deal with that. The Etruria Herald will find his head between his legs when they were done with him. Crowley chuckled and started humming a little song. The weather wasn't too good, but at least it wasn't raining.
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Zeiss
The "Before" years
Mysterious, Sarcastic Shaman[M:-5]
"I herd u liek Lotus Tilez?"
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Post by Zeiss on May 9, 2008 11:19:43 GMT -6
'Crowley, so help me God, if you start one of your stories again then I can't be held accountable for my actions.' Zeiss said uncharacteristically annoyed. Even he started to worry about what lay up ahead.
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Tobias
Myrmidon
DEAD
I've got a better idea: let's do it my way
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Post by Tobias on May 9, 2008 22:41:05 GMT -6
Tobias was not very happy. Not only was he heading to Etruria with people wated for a crimie that Tobias hadn't bothered to ask about, but he was riding a horse too. He didn't mind horses themselves, but he hate riding them. It may be faster, but it was so uncomfortable that he didn't really care about that. He wondered again why he was doing this, mostly keeping quiet and not adding to conversation unless someone was talking specifically to him.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on May 11, 2008 9:05:33 GMT -6
After the last few days of riding, Wylie had had time to think about a lot of things, but he found his thought always coming back to that wanted poster. He found it shocking the amount of corruption that must have infiltrated the Etrurian government for them to want to preserve the heroes. While he hadn't experienced their wrath first hand, he'd seen the effects. He wondered whether the people knew what he knew but were oppressed into silence, or whether they were blind to the truth, and believed in the lies their government told them. He was also settling into a comfortable travelling pattern. They hadn't found any trouble on the road so far, despite their bounties. "We haven't heard the slightest hint of bandits or anything for days. How long can this luck hold out?" he wondered aloud. (OoC: I realise the 'assassins' chapter our plot is coming up. I think it'd be awesome if we have a definite setting to the scene, like a village or something, rather than the usual open road and plain fighting. That way we can interact with the environment more, like setting fires and climbing rooftops and the like.
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