Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Dec 23, 2009 22:49:52 GMT -6
Mavick sighed at his brothers utter stupidity. "Correction," he added, "We were an Ostian privateer and tactitian. Now, seeing as Ostia has been effectively burned to the ground and over run with the undead, we are a pirate and an unemployed tactitian. So you see, due to our area of expertise, our affliation with Ostia burned with it." he reasoned. Mavick always felt that logic and reason could solve a conflict with another person. As for those who didn't care for logic and reason, thats where his flux tome came in handy.
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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 Dec 23, 2009 23:02:26 GMT -6
Morgoth finally caught up with the others, but when he thought he saw another shaman, he ran on and walked next to him.
"Hi, I'm Morgoth. Are you a shaman too?" He said this with a scowl, not bothering to use the energy to change his facial expressions.
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 24, 2009 0:45:19 GMT -6
Theian stood, and released his wounded hand. "Commander Abend! I'm fine, sir. Just this..." He shows him the wound. Nothing much had changed, just that Theian was starting to turn green himself. "Nothing to fear, Morgoth II, not to say he is superior to Morgoth, hi there! Survived, after all!" He waves to Morgoth and chuckles, "Anyways, he says I'll just have to burn it, or cut off my hand. Cutting my SWORD HAND?! Unthinkable! What are you thinking, man?" Theian laughs, before turning a dead pale. "Man, is it cold? I just got a sudden chill. Weird, huh?"
Theian shakes his head, before smiling again. "Bah, nothing to fear. This is the only wound I got. I doubt I'll die from it. Anyways, there's a fire alit in Ostia, and I doubt those monstrocities will walk again. I hope that's the last time we'll see them! (Not really, now I have no one to kick, stab, punch, and decapitate!) Let's all get to a stable home, one that won't launch the living dead at us and talk about hiring these two men!" Theian walks, stumbles a little, laughs, and urges them on.
An onslaught of zombies, a chance to incinerate a few (hundred) zombies, and two new adventurers to play card games with! HA! A job well done! Now I can accept my paycheck without any guilt!
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 24, 2009 1:41:39 GMT -6
Nodding at Lyar and Mavick, Richter let everyone speak, then watched Theian in his awkward and overly dramatic attempt to walk away. "Well, that depends on if they want to be hired," said Richter, raising an eyebrow. He was oddly calm for just having survived a zombie apocalypse, but then again, a High Officer could not afford to let his exhaustion or worry show. Richter felt he was getting used to being a commanding officer quite nicely. It was about time people started showing him some respect. "I wouldn't work for the people who just annihilated my city, to say the least." He turned his head towards Mavick and Lyar. "Then again, desperate times call for desperate measures..." Richter paused. A tactician could be useful, and his, well, retarded giant brother seemed to function as his bodyguard. Richter smirked slightly as he imagined Mavick's head on Lyar's body: the ultimate warrior. "Unlike most of this army, I have nothing against Ostia. In fact, I think what just happened was a violent, brutal mistake," he said bluntly. "If you want to put your abilities as a tactician to work, I'd be just fine with hiring you." Richter shrugged. "If you have some sort of grudge to settle, however, I'd be perfectly happy to settle it right here."
Letting Mavick and Lyar, well, perhaps just Mavick, think, Richter turned to Theian. "Just go find a healer and get it fixed up," said Richter, holding up his arm and pulling back his sleeve. An identical, greenish bite mark was on his arm as well. "I got this awhile ago and you don't see anything bad happening to me, do you? In fact, I'll go with you. Come on." Richter patted Theian on the shoulder and headed off to the healer's tent. "You two can come along if you like. And you Morgoth, you're still alive. Good job."
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 24, 2009 1:50:21 GMT -6
Theian sees the green mark. He was also bitten. "Alright, let's go!" He walks with Richter to the healer's tent. Of course this bite could do nothing! Cold breeze, that's from being in the fire for too long! HA! "What's your opinion on the two, commander? Lyar, well... he could be as much of a problem as he could be a help. And that other guy, Morgoth II, yup, that's my name for him... well, I'm not sure he can be trusted, even if he joins. Well, those two are a kind of package. You hire one, the other one is forced to follow. Ah, here we are!"
Theian ambles in, and grabs the attention of a nearby healer. "A healing of this wicked bite, please! Oh, and one for Commander Abend!"
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Dec 24, 2009 1:52:35 GMT -6
Mavick looked at Theian with a scowl, and waited for him to walk away. "Does he ever shut up?" he grumbled to himself. He felt the familiar presence of dark magic, and turned to see someone approach him. "...I'm Mavick, and yes I am." he replied, his expression matching Morgoths. Done with talking to annoying pawns, he turned his position to once again face the leader of the army.
"I could give you some highly detailed answer, but I'll be frank." he replied. "Strategy is my life. I love strategy, and it has been my mentor all my life. Ostia fell because it failed to employ tactitians such as myself, knowing of the impending danger. For that, I feel it is Ostia's own fault, for not choosing to use those who have dedicated their lives to learning the fine art of battle tactics. My name, sir, is Mavick, and if you have needs of a tactitian, then my services are open to you."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Dec 24, 2009 2:02:44 GMT -6
Lyar tapped his brother's bulbous head with his canned ham sized pointer finger," Brother, they're already gone. They left in the middle of your monologue." Lyar did not know the meaning of the word monologue, but he heard some people say it and thought it sounded cool to say," So what now brother? I mean I honestly don't like that blue haired guy too much. but mister Abend there is a nice man. So is my little friend with the gray hair." Lyar was acting more serious now, an odd match up now that they had escaped the fire...but mavick just offered to assist them...would they be hopping into the frying pan now?
''I'd rather not work with them as they blew up the house my friend jack built, but if you go, I go!" he pounded his chest like a gorilla from one of his (children's) books," After all: we're family, so like it or not I'm staying RIGHT at your side!" He then leaned his arm on Mavick's shoulder in a brotherly manner, then realized the angle caused due to Mavick's short stature and and Lyar's own weight sent him crashing into the ground.
"I'M A O.K.!"
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 24, 2009 2:10:41 GMT -6
Richter took off his shirt for the healer, and pointed out a few other wounds. He might as well get everything healed. "There's your answer, Makarn," said Richter. "He says he's willing. I could use a tactical brain, provided you're the tactician you say you are." Richter paused as the priest tended to his wounds. He couldn't be sure the tactician wouldn't try to kill him. In fact, it was more likely that this was just a ploy in order to get close enough to kill him. Then again, there was something in Mavick's voice that told Richter he was telling the truth. Richter would just have to take it slow. If he could gain Mavick's trust, well, a tactician would be a strong ally against the Prophet. If this Ostian massacre told Richter anything, it was that he would have to garner more power and the unfaltering trust of his troops if he wanted to take on the Prophet.
Richter nodded to the healer as he finished, and putting his shirt back on, turned towards Mavick. "I assume your brother would be coming with us?"
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Dec 24, 2009 2:15:45 GMT -6
Mavick picked himself up off the ground for what seemed the millionth time that day, and dusted off. "Lyar, don't forget who PAYED for the house." he reminded him. Looking back to Richter, he sighed. "Yes, of course. He's an idiot and more trouble to me than I feel he's worth, but he's still my brother, and he has his uses..."
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 24, 2009 2:17:00 GMT -6
Theian smiles as the bite faded right in front of him. "Wow, these healers are amazing! Bite, gone, right before my eyes! Much better than vulneraries! Oh, he's here. Pleasure meeting you!" He extends his hand to shake. Sure this guy might not be trusted, but that's no reason not to try to like him. "My name is Theian, if Richter hadn't already called me by that! And who am I greeting?"
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Dec 24, 2009 2:22:28 GMT -6
Lyar beamed a big cow smile," I PAYED FOR THE HOUSE! Don't forget it was MYSELF who won all those games you had me play with those sailors, in that ring where they had me throw people around!" he then slapped his brother on the back, rather harshly as always, before repeating himself," But wherever my brother goes: I GO! YOU HAVE MY ALLEGIANCE, MR. ABEND!" he stole the handshake from Thein, and one could not help but take not of the vast difference of size between the two's hands.
OOC: Guess what Lyar is promoting to... <_<;
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Post by Theian Geian Makarn on Dec 24, 2009 2:26:32 GMT -6
Theian smiles, and shakes the hand back. "Glad to have you with us. It will be our advantage to have an axewielder as strong as you. And who's your brother, our latest tactician?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 24, 2009 2:33:07 GMT -6
Richter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the mentally-deficient, blue haired hulk. "Good to have you with us..." he said, unsure what he was saying was really what he was thinking. Adjusting his belt, Richter stood up and exited the tent. Quite the little group he was making for himself. Not to mention all of the troops under his command. Well, that was if the Herald didn't completely strip him of all his men. Richter had saved many of the soldiers and civilians. Perhaps he'd be recognized for it?
Looking around, Richter sighed. It was late in the afternoon and the sun was beginning to set, red with the blood of those slain in the mass carnage. Richter was beginning to feel his exhaustion, but he couldn't rest; not while his Clair and Kynlis were still out there. He'd brought them into the army, and he was responsible for keeping them alive. Lyar had said they were right behind them, but Richter couldn't see them. He just looked up to the sky, waiting for the sight of a winged horse to meet his eyes.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Dec 24, 2009 2:45:08 GMT -6
OOC: Yep a berserker...imagine the carnage... -shudder-
Lyar, with a concerned look on his face exited the tent and stood besides Richter," Sir, or should I not call you sir...can I call you buddy? Anyways buddy: I'm sure my other buddies and the injured flying pony will be out soon, don't worry!" He smiled and pounded his new buddy on the back. You could call it unprofessional, but Richter had only hired Mavick and gotten Lyar for free, so there was no REAL contract there. Lyar then reached into his armor, and pulled out a book entitled The Magnificent Adventures of Crowley By Sir Rayl of Pherae
"Whenever Mavick is down, he usually reads a book, so I tend to carry one around for him even though I don't read...why don't you calm down, I'm sure you're tired." he beamed his happy cheerful smile then looked up and watched the sun as well.
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Post by Richter Abend on Dec 24, 2009 3:03:59 GMT -6
Richter didn't really mind Lyar's behavior. For one, the man was a bit touched, and two, it's not like he wasn't trying to be nice. "Ah, I should calm down, shouldn't I?" asked Richter, looking at the book, "but I can't rest just yet. There's still work to be done." He took another look at the book. Crowley, Rayl...where had he heard those names before? Oh, right, those were the people he'd joined up with back in Etruria five years ago when they snuck into the city. Crowley had died in the assault, and Rayl...well, the last he'd seen of him was the fight against Hargus. He had done nothing while Rayl had risked life and limb against the tyrant. How idealistic they'd been back then, thinking they could take down the Prophet with just their ragged band of misfits. They payed for it. "Do you think I could see that book?" Richter asked Lyar.
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