Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on May 21, 2012 12:32:42 GMT -6
"If fire can't solve your problems, you simply aren't using enough of it." Elias laughed. "I've always had an affinity for it, I can cast it in my sleep. Actually I did once, burnt down my farm and had to move, my parents were so mad. Elfire is a wonderful little tome, it's like fire but even more potent, I've picked it up like a duck to water. Which is nice, because I really don't need to lose anymore eyebrows." It was nice talking to another mage, since most people were all just 'oh yeah sounds magicy better nod' and couldn't really understand just how wonderful using magic was. Damn, Elias loved being a mage.
"If there's any bandits left, which I doubt, I don't think they're going to be doing anything for a long time. Between whatever you did, and what I did, I don't think they can even look at a mage without getting the shivers. As it should be." To think a villain escaped is horrible, but to think of a villain being scared of anything magic related is hilarious. The funny outweighed the bad in this case, you win this round villains.
"Yeah peaches. Anima magic gives off the most delightful smell when it's cast. Peaches and cream, I love it. It's how I can notice a person's a mage without them even introducing themselves." Anima was peaches, Elder was onions, and light was grass. Then again maybe he was the weird one and other people didn't smell magic? How silly, how else were they supposed to notice when magic was going off? "I could smell it a mile off, you cast a whopper. Something like Excalibur or Fimbulvetr. "
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on May 21, 2012 13:34:09 GMT -6
Arkaeis lay crouched over a dead bandit, one of the few who were still somewhat intact, searching his person and sifting through his pockets. Finding a few choice pieces of jewlery and the like, he held his loot up to the light to get a better look at it's quality.
"Ooh, these looks nice..." The soldier cooed, admiring his haul. Although what he was doing wasn't exactly the most respectable of practices, the man couldn't complain as long as it kept his pockets and his belly full.
Still, Ark rose with a guilty start as he heard the thief coming to greet him. Inconspicuously stuffing the gold necklace and earrings he had pilfered into one of his many pouches, he gave the theif a graceful bow of acknowledgement and one of his most dazzling smiles.
"Why, hello there, Sir Tearus, I do believe greetings are in order! My name is Arkaeis Delsei vi Titania, but you can call me Ark, for short." The rogue exclaimed as he sauntered up casually to the thief's side, patting him on the shoulder.
"And as for what I do? Well, I'm glad you asked! You see, I'm a jack-of-all trades, whatever it is you need to get done, I can do it!"
"As long as it doesn't involve too much work." He thought with a grin. Hopefully, this man wasn't too judgmental and would overlook his less-than-decent activities; then again, Arkaeis hoped that the thief hadn't noticed at all, and they could both be on their merry way.
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
Posts: 169
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Post by Lilith on May 22, 2012 20:22:05 GMT -6
Lilith Had been walking slightly behind Aaron, going off to fight bandits, when she felt a strange presence around her. It was something old, something only those familiar with old magicks could sense properly. She glanced at Aaron, hoping he wouldn't notice her absence in the heat of battle, and ducked in to an alley. She wandered through the town, following the faint trace of magic. The trail led her to a small hut on the edge of town. The door swung open, revealing an rather spartan-looking cabin. A bed, a table with some food neatly packed away, a cooking pot... There wasn't much there. Lilith walked in, closing the door behind her. She still felt the itch of something not right, so she searched the house. Lilith's book caught on the run, pulling it back a bit. She went to fix the rug when she noticed something under it. She pulled the rest of the rug out of the way, revealing a trapdoor. The shamaness shrugged and pulled the door back, then headed down the ladder. Lilith snapped her finger, summoning a ball of purple light. The basement of the hut was full of bookshelves, and from the looks of it, almost all of the books were tomes, or books about magical history. There was a cauldron and some reagents in the middle of the room, along with a scroll with an incantation on it. The open book next to it, as Lilith looked, was eerily relevant to her recent life. And the ancient ones stood on the altar, the sands of a storm billowing their clothes. They were dressed for forests, and not prepared for the journey that had brought them there. Many had passed in to the Otherworld, and those who remained were the most resolute, the most deadly. They opened the minds, the whole of their kind joining as one, and cast a curse on the beings that had pushed them from their homes. But the black magic, older than even they, had a mind of its own. Whatever being that commanded it must have been laughing at the ancient one's folly, and threw their own curse back at them. The old ones become spirits of the ether, doomed forever to both lust after and despise the bodies of the mortals they so strongly had wished to destroy. For more on this myth, and other of these so called "Old Ones" please refer to volume two of Tatiana's Grimiore. Lilith closed the book and looked around, her feeling gone. Perhaps this book was what had been calling her? She placed it on a table, then climbed up the ladder and closed the trapdoor. She would grab Aaron and bring him here, just to make sure there was no magical trap she overlooked. She left the hut as she found it, running back towards the center of town in hope that Aaron would be back.
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Post by Tearus on May 27, 2012 17:26:07 GMT -6
Tearus gave the man a shocked look. "You're a jack-of-all trades? I'm a jack-of-all trades! My dear friend, I dare say we may be thick as thieves by the time this ends, what with us being the front line fighters in any possible battles to come. Not that I look forward to that prospect." I'm not even going to comment on the thieves joke. I thought it was funny. Fine, you know the man has stolen some things correct? Yes, what of it? Nothing much, just thought you might want to check if he's breaking one of your codes. No, that man is dead, having to abide by the code when it comes to death is rediculous. I'm shocked we ever go hungry. Tearus shrugged his shoulders and felt a breeze.
He decided it'd be best to mention sometthing about the man's looting, "You know, a good thief could easily relieve you of any one of the items you've just proprired. At least I could. Not that I would of course." Tearus chuckled just a little at his last words.He'd only steal from an ally if he or someone else truly needed money or sustinence.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on May 30, 2012 20:23:58 GMT -6
The green-haired sage gave an amused, and disbelieving look before shaking his head at the crimson mage. Peaches and Cream? Smells? Aaron was pretty sure he'd never heard of that before. Neither had he experienced it himself. It was probably safe to categorize it as a quirk unique to Elias.
Aaron tucked checked to make sure the flap of his tome bag was closed, before shifting its strap across his shoulders. The weight from having four good sized books was proving a bit uncomfortable after such an intense combat as they'd just finished.
"It was Fimbulvetr. And probably a bit larger than would be recommended in the manual." Aaron laughed "Certainly enough to wear me out. I think I'll try to keep it toned down a bit from now on...." As he trailed off though, Aaron continued considering an idea: what would result if he increased his reserves, and learned to manage the giant spell he had blasted over the area? It could be dangerous to try, but it could also lead him to become stronger and have more expertise that much sooner.
The area of the town they'd come into carried the markings of the attack, but also showed signs of hope. The sage watched as two of the villagers helped carry an injured third out of a house and towards the center, where the well was. People seemed to be coming out and gathering there, if they weren't already doing something else.
[Brown]" You drove off the bandits. Thankyou!"[/Brown] The voice came from a young woman, clasping her hands together as she looked between Elias and Aaron. The green-haired sage only gave a smile, and a nod, content to let that be the end of it. He and Lilith were supposed to be avoiding trouble. Not going straight in and browbeating it into submission.
"I need to find Lilith." It was a simple statement, more as the woman left them. He pulled the black cloak he'd picked up some time ago out of his bag, and threw it around his shoulders, pulling the hood up to protect from the light drizzle which had started. Once he'd found her, he would let himself rest.
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
Posts: 169
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Post by Lilith on May 31, 2012 21:02:06 GMT -6
Lilith reached the town square in no time, hoping that Aaron and the others would be back soon. She sat down spread out her books in a semi-circle around her. She had read the history books many times, almost enough to be able to recite them by heart. The flaxen-haired shaman placed her hand on the book in the center, the one she hardly read, Luna. She opened it to a page she had yet to read and started to do so.
The tome vibrated in her hand, and the other books started to float. Lilith channeled the magic she had let loose, willing the books to stack neatly in a pile next to her and slide into her backpack. She smiled, remembering how moving things with magic was one of the first things she learned in her magic schooling. Lilith burned off the magic that the Luna tome had given her, and was now able to read it without being disturbed by the vibrating. It was quite the read, being a mid-level Dark tome, it was a difficult one as well.
The more she read, the more astounded she was that she had used the magic within this book without knowing exactly what it was. She sat for what seemed like an eternity, reading the tome from cover to cover. When she was done, she felt her body shaking with both exhaustion and the sheer power that she contained in her hands. If Luna could make her feel this way, imagine how having Fenrir would make her feel?!
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Jun 6, 2012 8:20:12 GMT -6
The sapphire-haired shaman walked into town slowly and quietly, in such a way that would make the black cat resting in her bag proud. The bard was nowhere to be found, but Isabel had complete faith in him. As long as he didn't get lost and go into a cave with bears, little Calvin should be just fine. But if he did manage to get lost and find a cave with bears in it... May whatever cruel deity there really is protect his soul. Unless the bear was nice and had a taste for music, in which case Calvin could use his music, maybe convince the bear to join him, and have a dancing bear to accompany him!
Isabel shook her head ever so slightly, getting her thoughts back on track. There was Elias and Aaron not too far ahead of her, Aaron waltzing off to go do something else, which left her with the other mage to talk to. She padded slowly up behind him, quite happy with her sneaking skills, and tapped his shoulder. "So, did you miss me?" A completely ridiculous question, seeing as it hadn't been very long since she had went off to go find Solomon. "Wait, better question... Have I missed much? Wait! Even better question. Will I miss much if I go take a nap?" Because holy crap, she was tired after all that. She yawned and then reached up, taking her headband off so she could run her other hand through her hair. Which reminded her, she would be needing a haircut... Which further reminded her of Valcrist. She sincerely hoped he hadn't stabbed himself somehow. That would be depressing... But back to reality. If she could convince Aaron to delay his departure by a little bit, she could probably find a place to get her hair at least trimmed a little bit. Oh, what was that? Why would Aaron let her (and maybe Calvin if he didn't find bears) accompany him? Simple! She was Isabel LeFury, and it would be really awesome to actually get to travel with another practitioner of Elder Magic. She had almost gotten to, but that one had been snooty and Isabel had wanted nothing more than to acquaint that snooty shaman's face with the cover of her tomes. Heh heh, good times...
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Jun 6, 2012 17:54:55 GMT -6
It wasn't long before Aaron found Lilith, sitting in the town square with her books. He was a little surprised Elias had stopped following him. He'd almost started to expect a running dialog as he kept moving, but such was as it was. With or without Elias, Aaron had found Lilith now.
He came closer, rubbing his eyes as a degree of awareness returned past the exhaustion crowing him. It wasn't simple weariness, he realized. He'd depleted himself to dangerous levels when he'd summoned the frost storm earlier, and then he'd continued to fight after that. Even with his body relatively rested, that much magic being used up carried it's own side effects.
"Reading, hmm? It would probably be more comfortable inside someplace. I'm sure there's something here which can accommodate guests to their town." He stepped towards her, reaching down to offer the girl a hand up. He was glad she looked ok. He'd been a bit worried for a few moments.
"I think I could stand a good meal, and about twenty hours of sleep," Aaron laughed softly, "but, I'm not certain I'll get either."
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jun 8, 2012 8:48:03 GMT -6
The scribble scratches of pencil to paper whispered through the corpse infested wood area just on the outskirts of the town. Calvin sat perked dead center in the remainder of the wreckage of the battle that had just unfolded. Completely unaware that he was now alone and the battle was over, he continued scribbling and sketching away on his sketch pad, vibrant colours of red and orange filled the pages. Totally lost in his sketching Calvin had already filled pages of the pad with imagery from the battle. While sketching his face clenched, containing uncontainable amounts of excitement and awe until it eventually burst out causing him to leap from the floor and send all his materials sky high.
“That was so Awesome, so cool, amazing, outstanding, what a story WHAT A FIGHT! WHAT A, oh everyone’s gone…”
Calvin stopped and noticed as his eyes analyzed the abandoned area. The notepad and pencils dropped from the sky but Calvin didn’t really notice. He continued to analyze the area. He loved to watch fights and magic but the after affects always had a negative toll on the young bard. His grin slanted to a slight look of concern, but at this point there was nothing he could do. He should probably just find the others. He dusted himself off and fixed himself all neat and tidy. Heading off to the village he had not realized he left his sketch book behind! As Calvin walked to the town a large buff man emerged from the foliage and approached the sketch pad. He examined the contents and the numerous battle pictures, snarling and grunting with anger as he grasped the sketch book tightly. He mumbled to himself accompanied by a series of maniacal chuckles.
“They’ll pay, they’ll all pay!”
With the sketch book in toe he returned to the foliage disguise from which he had emerged. Meanwhile skipping happily into the town Calvin toot toot tooted away on his slender flute. The townspeople were emerging from hiding offering a grateful yet cautious smile towards Calvin. Calvin smiled back and quickly scaled the flute in a series of lighthearted notes. It feels great to help! He couldn’t wait to go find all his friends. With not much time wasted he saw his familiar mistress and new red headed idol of awesomeness. He bounced gleefully towards his friends continuously playing, bouncing around them in circles as the peppy song came to an abrupt end.
“Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! That was so cool, we won we beat all the mean bandits, we saved the townsfolk we’re like HERO’S and stuff! I can’t wait to tell this story to people! Oh I HAVE STORIES TO TELL NOW! This is so exciting, what are we doing next where are we going? You guys wanna go slay some evil dragons and save the world? Wait are dragons evil cause I read in a storybook somewhere that humans were like the evil ones, or WAIT I bet a dragon wrote that… Those dragons are crafty… Oh yeah sorry I’m so late I got distracted in the woods drawing. At least I think I was drawing… I forget, but hey that was so cool! OH HEY! I have a bunch of new songs you guys wanna hear them? GRREEEAAAAT I’m gonna go set up so other people can listen, you guys should join me soon!”
Giving them no time to respond he skipped off to the center of town as energetic and delighted as he ever was. Arriving at the town center, he whipped out the colourful cloth and spread it across the dirt floor. He positioned himself on the rug and somehow the energy within him seemed to fade. A most peaceful of melody’s filled the air, echoing through the town restoring an atmosphere of harmony and serenity to the wreckage of the once booming town. Calvin’s eyes remained shut, seeing calm colours of blue and feelings of ease, which translated perfectly to the song. While the excitement of fighting and stories of heroes had made the boy anxious, he seemed to really understand what was appropriate. The townspeople also seemed to enjoy the music and more of them came out from hiding. Calvin expected no payment for his music today, his payment was the hope that his music would ease the startled townsfolk.
((OoC: SOOO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA, sorry I disappeared and stuff but here’s a magical Calvin post. I hope you umm, enjoy it? I’m totally not setting anything up for Calvin, most totally definitely not. That’s for sure.
Maybe.))
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jun 9, 2012 2:42:56 GMT -6
"I dunno. I was just talking to green over there, but he left for some reason. Looking for a Lilith, which is a person I do not know. Which is a bummer, because we were totally talking about magic and junk and I don't get to do that often." He crossed his arms with a small sigh, turning his head towards the blue haired shaman. "I suppose... I could of followed him." It almost sounded foreign to him, the concept of following him, it sounded like something he could have done but impossible to ever come to such a conclusion.
"It depends on what you are wanting to do, if you'll miss much. I mean, from my point of view you'll miss all the cool post battle stuff. Maybe that green guy will waltz off without telling anyone and you'll be left here or something. If you're following him that is, then again you might just be a group of people who got together to kick bandit's butts. Which happens all the time really. A lot of groups are drawn to one another for the shared interest of beating up brigands." He went on, talking, actually it was more like rambling. Speaking whatever came to mind, without waiting for any kind of input.
"Oh hey it's blond kid." He waved over at blond kid who seemed to be skipping around in the partially destroyed villa- Partially destroyed?! Wait what? Did Elias miss something? Oh well villages will be villages. Regardless, said blond kid seemed to be already here wow he was fast. He spoke almost as fast as he moved, talking about stories songs and dragons.
"All the dragons I've met have been neither evil or good but they are heavy and used me as a portable landing pad. However, in my incredibly expert super opinion that I have because I am the crimson mage and therefore and expert on all things, I don't think dragons are evil. They seem to be more 'awesome' and 'incredibly cool' then evil, and awesome things cannot be evil or they wouldn't be awesome. Though I bet some are jerks, stupid jerk dragons. Not that I've met one, but if there anything like people there probably is mean scales out there. Maybe there's an Elias dragon out there too... that would be super cool. The crimson dragon, he'd be all red and covered if magical and awesome scales and breathes the FIRES OF JUSTICE swooping down from the sky to RAIN JUSTICE UPON THE UNWOR-" With a wide grin he looked down to no one. "Eh... blond kid?" With a pout and crossed arms, he just sort of glared at the empty spot for a minute.
"You should probably take a nap though." He said, somewhat abruptly to Izzybella. "If you're in no condition to travel, it doesn't matter if other people leave, you wouldn't be able to go with them anyways."
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
Posts: 169
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Post by Lilith on Jun 9, 2012 18:47:33 GMT -6
Lilith looked up from her books, delighted to see Aaron. She took in what he said, sensing the deep exhaustion that his words only scratched the surface of. She packed up her books and stood up, swinging her pack over her shoulders.
"Well then, we should fine someplace to rest. I don't know how many people will be left in the town, or if their inn is still open, but I have some dry rations that you can have if we cannot find anything else." Lilith paused, and touched Aaron's hand.
"You do look tired. I think that you're done enough for today. The magic you used... I can only image what kind of toll it must have taken on you. I hardly fought at all. If you need to, then take some power form me. My meditations have left me some to spare."
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Jun 10, 2012 19:11:22 GMT -6
Aaron shook his head at her offer of sharing energy. Such things were best left for emergencies alone, as they were somewhat unorthodox and normally cost more than they provided.
"No, let's just try to find somewhere to rest which isn't in the way. The food could help when we get there though." The sage turned and looked. The town was a mixed debacle of broken windows, a few still smoking shells, and dark empty houses staring back at him. Attentive study of the skyline led him to spot at least one strand of smoke which could only be rising from a chimney. Further study led to noticing more though.
Aaron pointed them out and started walking that way, eventually finding sight of a building larger than the others. It didn't matter what it had been to the green-haired man. It was large enough to serve some function that was needed.
On stepping inside, it appeared the townsfolk shared the sentiment. Scattered around the interior were people. Some still worried. Others were talking excitedly. For his part, Aaron decided to go over to a wall, shed his cloak, drop his bags, and try to stay as inconspicuous as possible for awhile.
"I feel lost. There's so much going on in the world these days. By the time we hear of it, something new is happening.... Some of it dangerous." At this point, Aaron wasn't really expecting an answer. Just realizing how little he actually was in the wide world. His desire to make an impact of some sort. To protect, or prepare, or whatever he could do to affect the state of things around his home seemed hopeless in such a position.
"Where do we go?" He'd had aguidance at one time. A form of vision. It had involved an old strange painting he'd seen in Roland's tomb, around Ostia. It could very well be gone now, if rumor was true. That made his small sketch possibly one of the only records in existence of the picture. At least in contemporary times. He doubted many people had been in the cavern. Something about that picture had been like a buzz in his ear. He hadn't been able to ignore it. Now it was coming back again.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Jun 11, 2012 21:10:14 GMT -6
Morgoth looked around. Magic, his head whispered. He could feel it in the air. He looked around for a source.
"Where?" he murmured, walking through the town. He passed smoldering wood, the dead. He came to a hut on the edge of town. And then he knew.
Go, the voice slithered. Morgoth walked cautiously toward the house. A twig snapped underfoot. He stopped. Silence. He quickly moved on, the bottom of his cloak dragging the across the ground.
After shutting the door, Morgoth looked about the room. “Someone was preparing to leave.” He opened the packed food. Just cheese and bread. He began to pick up some cheese when the voice hissed at him.
Touch nothing! Morgoth repacked the food the best he could. His boots kicked up dust as he walked over to the bed. What do you see?
“Seems little used,” Morgoth spoke thoughtfully. “Little food, one pan. A hermit perhaps.” He walked toward the rug, eyeing it carefully. And? The voice whispered with earnest. Morgoth jumped on the rug. “A space under the rug. A basement perhaps.” He moved the rug. A trap door. “Shall we?”
Yes, the voice replied. Be careful. It’s most likely trapped. Morgoth lifted the trap door and looked inside. He touched a square object strapped to his leg and reached out with his right, murmuring something. A royal purple orb, tinged with black, appeared above his outstretched hand.
“How did I do that?” Morgoth asked. Silence. Keep moving, the voice replied.
OoC: Sorry, still rusty.
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Jun 12, 2012 11:56:42 GMT -6
"Haha, Tearus, my friend, I dare say you may be right! Arkaeis said, a genuine tone of kinsmanship in his voice. How charming it was to find people who shared his sentiments! He caught the little aside from the thief, and knew he himself had been caught red-handed.
"Well, I assure you, I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about..." He grinned, giving the thief a knowing wink. At least somebody understood. Still, he thought it was rather rude to loot bodies in front of others, so he left it at that; the gold would have to wait, for now. With everything that just happened, Ark supposed he could do with a little rest. Spying Aaron and his companion heading towards a big building off in the distance, the soldier pointed the way to his new found friend, motioning for him to follow.
"Let's try and regroup with the others, I'm sure they've all been missing us." He said, going on ahead.
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Post by Perseus on Jun 13, 2012 8:37:12 GMT -6
Perseus pushed his body to the limits, sprinting as fast as he could to get away from the men. I didn't mean to spill his ale at that tavern, it was an accident. Oh gods, why did you make me so clumsy? He tried to keep running, but the men were gaining on him. That's when he noticed where he was, a little village. He ran for the closest house, went in, and shut the door. He pushed the bed up against the door to stop the men. He knew a bed wouldnt stop them so he kept pilling things up as he heard banging on the door.
"NOBODY'S HOME!!!!" They'll never know I'm here now, I'm so smart! Morgath would be proud.
He looked at his pile of furniture that included a bed, dresser, and a bedside table. Thinking this would suffice, he looked around the house. He noticed some food, bread and cheese. He took the food over to the corner of the room to sit down. There was a wooden trap door exactly where he wanted to sit. I don't want to sit on those planks, it would hurt... So, he grabbed the nearby rug, placed it on the trap door, and sat down to eat the bread and cheese.
But, unknown to him there was exactly one Morgoth underneath him.
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