Crowley
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Post by Crowley on Nov 18, 2007 9:28:02 GMT -6
"No idea, but frankly I don't care, I always wanted to torture a feeble old man. They say their meat is tender." He stood behind the old man and winked at Wylie.
"I'm just going to cut off a little bit of his ear, and believe, that'll be just the beginning, then I'll start of cutting of every finger and toe, and then, oh, you don't want to know old man." He turned the old man around so that he could see his face, he grinned wickedly.
"Let's begin. Don't forget to soil yourself." He laughed maniacally and put his sword against the man's head.
"Start talkin'. Are you SURE you don't know what we're talking about?"
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Post by Wylie on Nov 18, 2007 18:26:31 GMT -6
"I swear! I swear! Please don't kill me! Please!" he pleaded. He was broken.
Seeing the tears on his cheeks, Wylie said to Crowley, "I think we can trust him." Redirecting his attention then back to Sotel, Wylie asked,
"Now, where are the other masters sleeping?"
"Th-They're in the main school building, I-I'm the only one with a house outside," he stammered. "P-Paula, in charge of light magic, lives in the east wing, Victor the anima master lives in the western end and Erik, h-he's the dark magic master, lives upstairs in the north tower."
"Thank you Numera," Wylie replied. He then spoke to Crowley, "Well I think we should take the anima master first. His window is best positioned to climb in through. And we should probably do something with this one so he can't warn anyone."
"Don't kill him though," he added.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 19, 2007 14:31:15 GMT -6
Crowley tossed the old man inside a closet. He knocked him out first, though. "Sorry old man" He mumbled to himself and then he proceeded to push a desk in front of the closet so the old man couldn't enter when he would regain consciousness.
"That's okay?" He then signaled Wylie to go on and find the Anima master. This will be a hot ride.
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Post by Wylie on Nov 20, 2007 6:02:37 GMT -6
Wylie merely nodded but said nothing. He took no joy in hurting this old man but knew it was necessary. Bern must not take Santaruz.
"Ok. let's go."
Outside the window to Victor's study, Wylie was hesitant.
"We have to do this quietly," he said to Crowley, and he put his hand on the window and pushed it open ever so slightly.
"I knew you'd come for me, eventually," came a voice from the room but before Wylie could consider the significance of the statement, the window burst outwards in a ball of flames.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 20, 2007 9:29:23 GMT -6
"Woah! What the f*ck!" Crowley shouted. He was flabbergasted. How could the man know they were here? No matter, he must be taken care off. He counted to three to himself and then jumped through the window. While jumping he yelled: "Heal yourself!"
Inside the room he didn't see anything, his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness after this huge ball of flames. He quickly checked the room for movement. And then he saw something and he raised his sword, but:
"Too late." Crowley took a frontal hit from a fireball and rocketted through the air and fell down on a desk. He growled.
"You think you can get me? Think again." He then jumped back up to his feet and circled the mage.
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Post by Wylie on Nov 21, 2007 1:02:45 GMT -6
"Argh!!"
Wylie was thrown to the ground, his arm scorched and in pain. He frantically rolled over it and patted it until the fire went out. It still burned but the the immediate threat was gone. He took some Vulnerary from his belt and a slight cooling came to his limb, rendering it at least useable again.
Putting his other hand on the windowsill, he blinked, and in that time prayed to Elimine for his and Crowleys safety. He pulled himself in and found the room lit by flames coming from scattered books and papers on the ground.
Wylie took in the scene immediately, saw Crowley and the mage facing off and realised he hadn't been spotted.
With the shadows playing off everything in the room, the mages' flowing cloak made him look especially fearsome and so Wylie, out of both fear and desperation, hurled at him the only thing he had at hand: his Heal staff.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 21, 2007 7:28:33 GMT -6
The mage flinched and directed his attention to Wylie and was about to cast a spell when Crowley came in. He rushed towards the mage and wanted to stab him, the mage barely dogded it, but they was forced to use hand to hand combat now, since Crowley was so close. He pushed Crow against a wall and they were both struggling to get hold of the sword to slit each others throat.
"Do. Something." Crowley hissed.
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Post by Wylie on Nov 21, 2007 22:11:35 GMT -6
Hearing Crowley, Wylie glanced around frantically looking for a weapon of any kind.
Books, papers, inkpots... just give me a knife or something! Wylie was thinking. Nothing here was useable.
The struggle was getting desperate and Wylie had no more time to search. He had to intervene now. Crowley was pressed up against the wall and the mage looked dangerously positioned. With no weapons other than his own limbs, Wylie rushed to the fight, raised his foot and brought it down hard into the back of the mage's knees.
The mage fell and Wylie, with his hands this time, brought them around his neck and pulled him hard down onto his back. Wylie then quickly jumped out of reach.
"Well done to you both," he breathed, and then began muttering something impossibly complex. Without fully knowing why, Wylie sensed what was about to happen but was far too slow to react. The whole thing felt like slow-motion. Victor's body glowed, white, yellow, orange, and then became pure fire. It expanded and at that moment, Wylie and Crowley's eyes met. He too saw what was happening.
Wylie jumped for the window, hoping Crow had done the same. It was hopelessly too far to make it but then, the full pressure of the fire hit him and, along with scorching pain, it carried him through the air and out the large, impressive window.
Impact.
The earth was solid and Wylie was on fire. Needless to say, blackness closed in around the edges of his vision but Wylie fought it. He had to get out of here, else a school full of magic-users descend on on the intruders who killed their teacher. He rolled to his back to put out the fire and hoped to any deity who was listening that Crow had made it out.
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Post by Crowley on Nov 22, 2007 9:46:18 GMT -6
"Well, SH*T!" Crowley groaned. His whole behind was scorched. He too tried to jump, through the open window, but the explosion made him fly through another window. One with glass still intact. His whole face was a mess of blood and glass. He didn't land too bad, though. He managed to make a nice dive and end it in a roll. Every limb hurted.
He coughed. He needed to get out of here. His cowardly side was getting the upperhand, but then he remembered he wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Wylie. He needed to get the little man out of here. He saw Wylie lying on the ground a bit further.
"C'mon Wyl. Lets get out of here. Now." He pulled the man up. And dragged him into the bushes. He saw the house burning down. Some mages got there, and they were trying to put it out. They had to get out of here, but through were? The stables.
"Wylie, come on, let's go to the stables. Try to stay awake." He said while slapping Wylie in the face. Crowley had trouble seeing since blood was running in his eyes. He rubbed it out and dragged Wylie further.
"Come ON."
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Post by Wylie on Nov 23, 2007 0:07:17 GMT -6
"Unghh.." Wylie was vaguely aware of someone dragging him, it had to be Crowley. Wylie gave thanks that they were both alive. He was then dragged over something hard that dug into his back. "Wait! Stop!" he weakly called to Crowley. He felt under him and, miraculously, felt the unmistakeable shape of his staff. It has been thrown clear, along with everything else in the room, by the explosion. His vision steadily returned and soon his feet were able to keep up with the speed that they were going, no longer needing to be dragged. When he finally had the sense to look around, he saw they had come to the stables and recognised his horse, who whinnied in response. Climbing up onto it's back was a mission by itself. Wylie was so weak from the explosion, he almost passed out again after finally making it up. He looked to see that Crow was mounted and gave the horse a weak kick. Despite this however, his horse sensed the urgency of the situation and galloped out at top speed. Wylie managed to look behind and saw that no-one was following. "I think we made it," he said to Crow, and just managed a smile. (OoC: I'll be damned if i'm not calling that little adventure a support lv +
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Post by Crowley on Nov 23, 2007 11:51:23 GMT -6
"Tell me about it. Argh." Crowley his hands were shaking. He took a swag from his bottle. He offered it to Wylie. Wylie, naturally, declined. He hadn't forgotten their last drinking adventure. The alcohol made him relax a bit. Crowley exhaled.
"Haha. That was something, allright. Sh*t." He grinned at the young healer. The horses were getting tired after a few hours of riding.
"I guess we won't be too wanted in this part of Etruria, right? Pretty messed up. Now WE'RE the bad guys." He smiled. He didn't feel bad about it, but he wasn't too sure about Wylie. He then patted his horse.
"We should let them have a rest. And my face needs healing."
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Post by Wylie on Nov 24, 2007 5:25:13 GMT -6
"I don't know or care who's the bad guys anymore, I'm just glad we're out of there," Wylie said, sounding relieved. He even laughed a bit, they'd been extremely lucky.
They found a spot by the side of the road and dismounted, so the horses could rest and Wylie could heal Crowley. The long, uneventful ride had revived Wylie and he no longer felt like fainting. In fact, he was hungry. I wonder what we'll do for food, he thought.
"You look awful," said Wylie, while his staff glowed in front of Crow's face. He meant it too. There was glass and caked blood everywhere, he had no idea how Crowley was even alive. After a few minutes, he was done and so he leant back on a tree.
"So i guess we're going back to Santaruz?"
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Post by Crowley on Nov 25, 2007 3:41:29 GMT -6
"Yeh. Our payment. Important." Crowley was too tired to form full sentences. The horses were shaking on their legs as well.
Crowley felt better after the healing. It stinged a bit, though, but he could handle that. He was a tough man.
"Hey. Wylie. Now you can tell everyone you fought alongside the great, magnificent, Crowley." He grinned. He yawned.
"Anyway, let's have some sleep. We'll find some place to eat tommorow. Now. We sleep.''
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Post by Wylie on Nov 25, 2007 9:36:04 GMT -6
The next morning they woke, sore and hungry but refreshed. They mounted the horses who likewise seemed to be a little better than the night before.
"I hope we see an inn on the way or something," commented Wylie as they began trotting along.
They travelled and, as before, Wylie noticed the changing vegetation and by late afternoon, he recognised a few plants native to Lycia.
"We must be in Lycia by now," he said.
(OoC: next post in a new thread? Also, my next post will be my last for a week, sorry.)
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