Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on May 31, 2014 10:19:05 GMT -6
"A curse upon that one eyed wench", shouted Borgus as he walked through a calm street. His outburst grabbed the attention of the crowd for a moment before everyone went back to what they were doing. The acolyte however was still in a foul mood. It was less than three days since he got into a fight with a one eyed myrmidon. He had suffered some serious wounds in the fight, but nothing a good tonic could not handle. Still however he was angry beyond measure. It was the perfect prey and the perfect moment. Then that one eyed wench showed up and ruined everything. Still Borgus had to admit. His father's words were right on the money. A predator is always at his weakest right before he makes a kill. If he had not been preoccupied with trying to kill off that stupid family that fight might have went completely different. Still there was no point in lingering on the past. There was only time to move forward.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on May 31, 2014 21:42:43 GMT -6
As the Acolyte walked through the town he noticed something strange. There were a few people walking behind him. They were dressed in average everyday clothing you would expect a peasant to wear, and seemed to be shopping through the stalls. However their eyes always shifted toward him and when ever they would make eye contact they would turn quickly. Little by little they were starting to move closer too him. Borgus was not sure if this was by accident, or was it on purpose, but either way it did not bold well for him.
"Looks like they are out", spoke the acolyte aloud as he stopped and began to walk out the market. He made sure to take the path that did not have any of the followers in it. As he walked he noticed one of the men walking in the same direction. It was clear to him now that they were after him, and of all the poor times for him to get a chaser.
"OH a magic shop", spoke Borgus aloud acting as if he had noticed the people following him. The acolyte walked into the store and immediately picked up a book off the desk. The man following him stopped outside the door first and then walked by. Borgus witnessed his actions off the reflection of a jar that hung on a shelf. For pursuers they were not good at what they do. It was clear to him now that these men were novices at best, but he had no idea why they were after him.
"How may I help you", spoke a woman as she came up from around back.
"Yes", spoke Borgus as he walked up to the counter. "Do you have a Lightning", he asked with a smile.
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Post by Willow on Jun 1, 2014 12:23:31 GMT -6
Willow stood in the back of the shop, poring over a stack of light tomes. She needed to determine the right choice for her, based on not only the power and weight of the book, but also the cover design. Style was important too. Suddenly, a man walked into the shop and asked for a lightning. Ah, a fellow follower of Elimine!
Walking up to the man, she stood behind him, wordlessly waiting. In her hand was her choice, the strong spell Divine, and on her clerical belt, there was a Lightning tome, a Heal staff, and a Rescue staff. No doubt the Rescue would draw comment, it was quite the obscure stave, after all.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 1, 2014 12:49:15 GMT -6
"Ahhh." An audible sigh escaped Charlotte as she looked over her nails, picking at her cuticles as she waited for the person who was supposed to meet her. She wasn't the biggest fan of Bern, especially considering the tumultuous atmosphere as of late, but there was still good business to be had. And while Charlotte didn't have a stall in this town, she did have a few items of... interest that she would be selling while she was here.
With her back leaned up against the alley wall of a magic shop, Charlotte occasionally glanced up, her watchful eyes trying to spot whoever it was who would be meeting her. In the interest of their privacy, her buyer had elected to use coded messages and middlemen, so this hand-off wouldn't actually be to the person who would eventually own the item in question. It was a common practice, though unless they were wildly powerful some of them still ended up being caught. Crime was crime, after all.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Jun 1, 2014 13:05:14 GMT -6
"Follower of Elimine", spoke Borgus in a confused tone. The Acolyte was about to speak heresy when he turned around and saw who it was talking to him. His eyes widen as he saw the military uniform and the powerful tome she had in her hand. To make it worse she had a rescue staff, which was extremely rare around these parts. Who ever this woman was she was important, or at least what came out of Borgus mind as he glanced her up and down.
What in the world is a military cleric from Etruria doing here thought Borgus as he stared at Willow. For a moment Borgus began to panic. He was not sure if she was here to take him in for the murder of his master, or for the misuse of light magic in general. Then however it dawned on him that she may not be after him. She could be responding to his choice in tomes.
"Oh right that is me", spoke Borgus as he lowered his head and began to rub the back of his head. He began to play the role of a meek apprentice of magic that had not truly grown into his role. "Sorry about that I am not use to being called such. You see I did not come into the holy maidens light till recent years. So when people call me a follower of Elimine I think they are talking about someone else."
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Post by Willow on Jun 1, 2014 13:26:57 GMT -6
"Better late than never, they say." Willow looked at the man with a bit of a quizzical expression. He looked awfully worried. Was something amiss? "Are you all right? You seem harried. Have you had a run-in with bandits, or something?" Willow smiled kindly, but inside, was a bit conflicted. She still didn't much like bandits, but... She was kind of affiliated with organized crime herself. Oh well. This fellow didn't know that. And Oya wasn't here, so... She'd help the man out if he needed it. As long as he didn't try to hit on her. If he did, she'd get Oya to whip the guy's ass.
Willow paid for the Divine and slotted the tome on her belt. The weight of the equipment felt reassuring and recognizable, like an old friend. "Have you much experience with light magic, sir?"
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 1, 2014 14:16:29 GMT -6
Charlotte tapped her foot, a small huff coming from her as she looked to the sky. With the sun getting lower as the While the thief could be patient, when it came to handoffs she couldn't bear waiting much longer than ten or so minutes. She'd waited much longer in the past, of course, but she didn't have to like it. These hand-off jobs were solely to keep a roof over her head and keep her having mead and meat instead of water and stale bread. For that, Charlotte would tolerate it.
Charlotte looked down, her focus now on a young man who had just entered the alleyway. She dropped her hand to the bag on her side, subconsciously protecting the goods that would keep her eating for the next month or so. He came up to where she was, leaning his back against the wall next to her and looking down to his feet. "D-damn shop didn't have the tome I was looking for."
Charlotte already knew he was the man she was waiting for before he had spoken - he wasn't being very subtle - but she'd already decided she'd play along. "Their inventory is... limited, that is for sure." She flashed a toothy grin to the man, but he didn't look up from his feet. Kid must be new. Still, something felt off about all of this, so Charlotte decided to speed up the process so she could just get out of here.
She quickly slipped her hand into the purse on her waist, pulling out a small vial and cupping it in her hand. The young man's hand reached over to hers, which she expected, and they made the pass. Except, he didn't let go once the vial was in his hand. He's just nervous, give him a second. But when Charlotte tried to pull her hand out of the man’s hand, his grip only tightened. Charlotte stepped away from the wall, but before she could do anything else, the man had swung his other hand around to the woman’s neck, slamming her back into the side of the magic shop.
Charlotte gave one loud yell before the wind was knocked out of her. Charlotte desperately tried to gasp for air, spots forming in her sight. She felt the man quickly rip the purse from her hip, but the blonde couldn’t do much to fight back, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself so as to blow her cover. Once the man had grabbed the purse he released her, quickly running out of the alley, leaving Charlotte grasping her neck and trying to regain her composure. She couldn’t let him get away with what he had. She wondered if...
“Someone, please help!” She cried, running from the alley and breathing heavily as she pointed off in the direction the man went. “That man has my things!” This was risky, considering there were some very illegal substances in that purse, but if anyone looked inside of them she might be able to pass them off as something else. She hoped, at least.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Jun 1, 2014 14:36:53 GMT -6
"Nervous", spoke Borgus trying to keep up his meek tone. "Well", spoke the man as he rubbed the back of his head again. "Well it is not always that you meet a military cleric", spoke the man. "I am a bit honored and surprised to see one of you so far from Etruria", spoke Borgus. Before the conversation could develop further a sound came from behind the shop. It sounded like someone was crying for help and that was the perfect opportunity to break away from the conversation and get out of the situation.
"What was that", shouted Borgus as he rushed out the door. He had already paid for his new tome and was already prepared to leave. Still however he knew he had some pursuers outside. He needed to be wary of them and still keep up his facade. As Borgus turned the corner he noticed a quite attractive woman screaming about something. As he looked he noticed her pointing toward a man running in the distance. He had no idea what this was about, but he did not want to pass up a opportunity to use his new spell tome.
Borgus gripped his book tightly and began to call out words. The light began to radiate from the tome as the Acolyte charged up his spell. He wanted to wait till the man was just about to leave his range and then fire. It always made a better kill when they think they got away.
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Post by Willow on Jun 1, 2014 14:46:32 GMT -6
"Someone needs help?"
Willow dashed out the door, following the young man. She then leapt sprightly onto Storm and set off towards the fleeing man, careening down the middle of the road. Raising her right hand, Willow began to chant a hymn to Elimine, and then sent a blast of Divine down in front of the man to scare him. The sky seemed to emit a faint glow down, surrounding Willow in an ethereal aura for a few seconds as the air around her seemed to gow still and wait in anticipation. Then, her hand began to glow, dimly at first, then brighter and brighter, until a blinding burst of light pulsed into the sky from the Valkyrie's outstretched arm, shooting up like a flare. There was silence for a second, and then a sharp crack as the pulsating beam of light came smashing into the ground in front of the running man. "Stop, you, lest I smite you with the might of Elimine!" Willow continued to ride towards the man, her face set in a glower as she chased him down.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 1, 2014 17:11:20 GMT -6
The man stumbled back as the beam of light seemed to block his way, his eyes wide but hands still firmly grasped around the purse. While he was drenched in sweat, he didn't seem to lose his resolve as he turned on his heel, darting for the nearest alleyway. He also fished in his pockets for a moment and threw something behind him as he entered the alley, a smoke cloud bursting into being to obscure his path. He was fast and strong, and the valkyrie would have seen an iron sword on his left him. It seemed he would try to make the great escape first, but he was desperate enough to fight if need be.
Charlotte, seeing the two other people jumping right in to help, ducked into an alleyway, trying to find a route where she might be able to cut the man off. She was furious and, honestly, still somewhat winded, but she couldn't let someone get away with scamming her like this. Especially by brute force; that was just embarassing.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Jun 1, 2014 21:32:50 GMT -6
As Borgus prepared to fire Willow rode right in front of him. Borgus with held his light magic and powered down his spell tome. He would rather not hit the Etrurian. She was far more skilled than he was and seemed to have some pull in society. Still he wanted to shoot that man. There was nothing like the rush of killing a man with light magic. Though it seemed the Etruian did not agree with his ideals as she fired a warning shot rather than killing him on the spot.
Seeing that the man turned toward the ally next to the one they were in Borgus turned around and took off to his right. Rather than try and chase after him Borgus decided it would be better to simply cut him off. As he took off to the right he noticed the men from before moving again.
Those guys, he thought to himself. Still he continued to chase the thief. If he caught the man he might be able to use the Etruian againt them. She seemed powerful enough with magic to probably wipe the whole lot of them out in one go. Better to use somebody else energy and reputation than your own.
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Mystigan
Acolyte
"Some call me Michigan."
Posts: 12
Profession: Being a State.
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Gus
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Post by Mystigan on Jun 2, 2014 11:35:00 GMT -6
Mystigan was in an alleyway, his robe was thrown aside on a box, and he began his daily excersises. He got himself in a handstand and carefully removed his left hand from the ground, balancing his weight on his right. He began to do push ups in this way, and was at about thrity reps when all the commotion started. He heard the yells for help, but before he could act the familiar sounds of light magic began to play out somewhere nearby. He still planned on going to help, but just then, a beautiful, though upside down, vision ran into his alley. He grinned as a bead of sweat dropped from his nose and he continued to do the push ups... Sure someone needed his help, but this woman was drop dead gorgeous, at least from his point of view.
Seven hundred ninety nine... Eight hundred... Eight hundred one... Oh didn't see you their milady. He spoke rather loud, the stress in his voice evident. His hair was pulled by gravity to the ground, and he acted surprised that the woman had happened upon his work out. He had tattoo's covering his rather well-toned arms and chiseled abs in the shape of light magic runes. He carefully dropped down to his feet and rubbed his sweaty hair to spike up, and flashed a kind smile at the woman.
What's a vision like you in such a hurry for? Are you in any trouble? He breathed heavily and slowly to get his breath back, it took a lot of power to do the kind of pushups he was doing. He was also half naked, and Mystigan knew he looked good so it didn't hurt to flirt a bit even in a chaotic time. He laughed and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Sorry i'm not wearing more clothing, you caught me at a rather bad time. I hope you don't mind too much.
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Post by Charlotte on Jun 2, 2014 12:01:22 GMT -6
(OOC: posting to reply to Mystigan; if you want, Willow, you can control the thief for a turn or I can reply with him once you've posted)
Just as Charlotte had turned into Mystigan's alley, she felt a sharp pain shoot through her chest. Damn, she though, her hand shooting to grasp the spot the pain had risen from, taking a moment to try and breathe it away, reaching out her arm and leaning up against the wall. That wall-slam had done more to Charlotte than she had thought, as it seemed she couldn't regain her breath as quickly as she would have liked. Damn, she needed more practice.
Charlotte had barely noticed the man in the alley until she looked up from the ground as he acknowledged her presence in a strained voice. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, though a small grin also turned up the corners of her mouth. What a macho man this guy was! If it were any other time, she would have loved to flirt back to the muscled man, but with her merch getting further away from her with every passing moment, she didn't have time to stop and chat. Oh, and how mad that made her too!
Waving the man off, Charlotte pushed herself away from the wall, walking towards the other end of the alley past Mystigan. "Oh, love, I can... handle it myself, thanks for the...offer," she said, albeit a bit winded as the sharp pain resurface briefly. " You look like you're busy anyways." With that she began to walk a bit faster, ready to turn the corner and get back to her pursuit.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Jun 2, 2014 15:46:48 GMT -6
"Curses were is that thief", spoke Borgus as he ran along the buildings. He was sure the man would take a turn back towards the main street. As Borgus ran he noticed a dark figure in sticking out of the ally way. "Pshaw, the pursuers", spoke Borgus as the figure moved back into the ally. It was clear to Borgus that the man was waiting for him to cross the ally before he plan to do whatever he was planning. The Acolyte stopped dead in his tracks and jumped backwards.
"Come out now", shouted Borgus as he placed his hand on his tome. The two men that were following him earlier stopped a few feet behind him. It seemed to him that these three were working together. Still the fact that the woman was not here meant that she was not apart of their group. Borgus could breath easy knowing he was not going to have to face a military cleric. "Who are you three, and why have you been following me", asked Borgus.
"Humph, it seems that dirty tricks will not work on somebody who is dirty themselves", spoke a voice in a feminine tone from behind the nearby alley wall. From the shadows walked a robbed figure with a dagger hanging out from the cloth. It seemed Borgus had the right idea when he sense danger in going by the alleyway. Still however he wondered who these people wore. They were obviously not professionals as he would have been stabbed already. It was their armature nature that gave away their movements. If they had been pro's Borgus would have been bleeding out in the middle of the market with nobody knowing who was involved.
"So I take it that we have meet before", spoke Borgus towards the woman. He kept one eye on the hooded figure and one eye on the man to his left. The man on the right was a blind spot, but Borgus kept his right ear focused on the sound coming from that direction.
The woman began to laugh and not the funny kind either. It amused her a bit that Borgus asked such a question. Then her amusement turned to anger as her voice lashed out at the acolyte. "Of course we have meet before", she shouted as she raised her dagger toward Borgus. As she raised her knife the two men shifted a little in pace. Their movement caused Borgus to move in return. The acolyte shifted in place putting his back toward the street leading to the market area and moving all three of them into his eye vision.
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Post by Willow on Jun 2, 2014 16:48:40 GMT -6
"Darkness cannot stop the power of the Light!" With her arm raised, Willow prepared another blast and rode straight into the cloud of smoke. Coughing and wheezing after she emerged, she overshot the alley, halting when she saw nobody running. "Where... Oh!" Fortunately, there was only one alley, and Willow shot down it, with no regard for the woman or the young acolyte. She had prey to catch.
And catch it she did. As she again began gaining on the running man, she saw a great stroke of divine favour that Elimine had deigned to bestow upon her. A large pile of boxes and crates, stacked high against a building. Willow smiled at Elimine's grace, and sent a flash of Lightning into the bottom, sending boxes flying and settling in front of the man, forming a barricade that would be not only insurmountable, but immovable for a good while. The thief was trapped.
"Now, thief! I have you cornered!" Willow raised her hand, the palm shining brightly as wisps of glowing light emanated from it and swirled around her fingers, humming in a low and dangerous tone. "Hand back what you have stolen, and I will spare you, a cretin of the gutter, from the purging light of Justice that filth such as you deserve!" Willow glowered angrily, taking aim at the apparently unarmed thief. What utter vermin.
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