Jade was preparing to call for their journey to begin when yet another new voice hailed them. She turned, and almost laughed. Yet another glittering aura...this one gracing a man who looked to be ninety percent blackness and the other ten percent curious human.
"Head towards those lovely trees, if you don't mind," She spoke to the group before turning once more to the new arrival.
"Let's say, for the sake of argument, that I am. Who might you be?" She rested one hand on the hilt of her sword. Not a threatening position, so much as a relaxed one. "And where do you come so suddenly from?"
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Thu Jan 31, 2008 4:07 pm
Mar smiled, lifted his cloak slightly to let wings out. Stretching them, he watched Jade. " I apologize my behavior, 'leader'.My nobility has been lost to me for centuries....my infection has....spread faster and faster as of late." His eyes now filled with forgiveness.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by NewArthur on Thu Jan 31, 2008 4:14 pm
Tien-lung stopped letting the group move off ahead of him, he never walked unless it was needed. When they were far enough away not to be knocked down by his take off, he flapped his great wings making his way up into the sky, swooping down within talking distance of the others
"Ill scout out the area ahead" He called down to them "Make sure there are no nasty surprises waiting for us"
With that he sored upwards, into the great expanse of the sky were one can fly in any direction and not see or hear anyone for miles. He loved it up here, it gave him freedom and got him away from the troubles of the world below.
Tien-Lung sweep high then rocked down towards the tree tops with great speed, pulling himself up at the last possible moment catching a gust of wind that gracefully lifted him up to hover above the tree line were he could see to the forest floor below.
He studied the ground below looking for any danger or the vehicle that had been left to them by the gods, but none could be seen, "It must only show its self when all the heroes are together" he said aloud, leaving his search he headed back to were he had left the group, keeping one eye on the floor below, just encase.
"Ill scout out the area ahead" He called down to them "Make sure there are no nasty surprises waiting for us"
With that he sored upwards, into the great expanse of the sky were one can fly in any direction and not see or hear anyone for miles. He loved it up here, it gave him freedom and got him away from the troubles of the world below.
Tien-Lung sweep high then rocked down towards the tree tops with great speed, pulling himself up at the last possible moment catching a gust of wind that gracefully lifted him up to hover above the tree line were he could see to the forest floor below.
He studied the ground below looking for any danger or the vehicle that had been left to them by the gods, but none could be seen, "It must only show its self when all the heroes are together" he said aloud, leaving his search he headed back to were he had left the group, keeping one eye on the floor below, just encase.
Police cordoned off Liverpool City Centre this morning when a
suspicious object was discovered in a car. It later turned
out to be a tax disc.
suspicious object was discovered in a car. It later turned
out to be a tax disc.
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by Skallagrim on Thu Jan 31, 2008 4:14 pm
Hearing the voice, Lars turned and saw the swarthy human approach. Instinctively he moved so he stood with Jade to the left of him, his shield able to interpose itself between her and the stranger in an instance if he had designs of violence.
His spear leveled at the stranger, marking the space where the man should stop. Lars nodded his head slightly as he said "Hold stranger, speak from there." His voice held an edge to it. He was never comfortable with armed men approaching those he had pledge to protect.
His spear leveled at the stranger, marking the space where the man should stop. Lars nodded his head slightly as he said "Hold stranger, speak from there." His voice held an edge to it. He was never comfortable with armed men approaching those he had pledge to protect.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Thu Jan 31, 2008 4:17 pm
Gwen looked over her shoulders at the newcomer. It seems our little company is growing.
She continued towards the trees, going deeper until the town was only a few flickers of light in the trees. She pulled Renmith out of her shirt and set him on the ground.
Happy to be back out in the forest, he grew to his actual size, towering over Gwen. He pawed the ground and sniffed the air.
It's good to be back outside.
Gwen laughed. You haven't even been in town for a whole day!
The forest is my home. I feel sorry for those domesticated dogs.
Most of those domesticated dogs aren't demons.
Renmith pounced at her playfully and she barely dodged the demon's massive body. He barked and ran around through the trees, truly happy to be out of the town. She jumped and grabbed a fist full of fur and swung herself on his back. They trotted over to where everyone else was. She adjusted her pack so that it wouldn't rub so much on her shoulders, then sat quietly, perched on Renmith's back.
She continued towards the trees, going deeper until the town was only a few flickers of light in the trees. She pulled Renmith out of her shirt and set him on the ground.
Happy to be back out in the forest, he grew to his actual size, towering over Gwen. He pawed the ground and sniffed the air.
It's good to be back outside.
Gwen laughed. You haven't even been in town for a whole day!
The forest is my home. I feel sorry for those domesticated dogs.
Most of those domesticated dogs aren't demons.
Renmith pounced at her playfully and she barely dodged the demon's massive body. He barked and ran around through the trees, truly happy to be out of the town. She jumped and grabbed a fist full of fur and swung herself on his back. They trotted over to where everyone else was. She adjusted her pack so that it wouldn't rub so much on her shoulders, then sat quietly, perched on Renmith's back.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Fade on Thu Jan 31, 2008 6:56 pm
Emerald green orbs gazed lazily towards the ground, the leaves that tainted his nonexistent walkway crackling and crunching beneath every step that he took. To feel the land beneath his bare feet, warm and dry seamed a small blessing in disguise. The gentle breeze swept the leaves playfully around him and he couldn't help but bask within the embrace of said breeze. He alone was enamored by the changes of climate and terrain that each landmass seamed to behold and the mysteries of each new land.
Within a mile of the town, he found himself come to a sudden halt, his emerald green eyes shifting to look between the blackened tendrils of hair that went every which way. The silver metal beads that were at the end of portions of his hair clanked slightly together as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder, the tension easily rendered more dense within the air. The silver necklace adorned with blue sapphire, must seam a pretty prize, as three bandits stepped out from behind the trees, all of them with a twisted look of satisfaction upon their faces.
The three formed a triangle around him, laughing as the biggest of the three spoke. “Seams that your outnumbered lad. Hand over everything.” The man was ugly by any standard. Standing at a six-five height, his pug nose, close eyes, receding hair line and pot belly did anything but justice for the man's appearance. And not much more could be said about his two less rotund companions. But alas, all three of them did have swords.
Gazing out from beneath his hair at the 'leader' of the group, he shrugged his shoulder, “As you can see, I have not much to give. Perhaps you'll have better luck further south.” As he spoke, his left hand grazed his own body to reinforce the idea into the men. At five-ten and the only piece of clothing a loincloth, he had nothing of value save his bedroll slung over his left shoulder, and a set of wickedly curved daggers on either side of his hips. The frame of the man average build of the man was tan all over from his entire body being exposed to the sun.
Before the bandits could even finish comprehending the thought to move south, Fade found himself walking forward once more in the direction of the town. Quick to stop a possible target, the rotund man stepped in front of Fade, pressing the drawn sword against his neck and pushing towards him to reposition Fade within the center of them all once again. Fades eyes narrowed at this gesture, the rotund man bellowing in his 'authority'. “I don't give a damn how little you have, hand it over or else-”
Fade interrupted the man without pause, “Or else what?” The travelers pack that was slung over his shoulder and dropped to the ground. Obviously the two lackeys weren't as dumb as they looked, taking this as an obvious sign for a confrontation. Quickly only reached to pull back upon Fade's medium messed hair, while the other brought their sword to the front of Fade's neck. “I see” Fade said with an almost whimsical humor behind it all, a small smirk forming upon cupid shaped lips.
The rotund man and walked forward, his pudgy hand balling into a fist before slamming it across the jaw of Fade. The blood line was drawn, a small cut from the mans rings trickling down the corner of his mouth. Fade winked at the rotund man, “That one was for free.” While not complete idiots, the lackeys had failed to procure the two items on either side of their hips that could prove dangerous.
Fades fingers wrapped around the black ivory handles of the daggers, unleashing them from their sheaths right as the rotund man started to scream for the kill. The one holding his hair was no immediate threat, so Fade allowed his left hand to slam backwards into the pelvic region of the man holding the sword to his neck. A scream of horror and pain raged into the air as by natural instinct the man dropped his sword and his hands reached to cradle where his manhood should have been. Fade forced himself forward as the other lackey holding his hair raised his free sword hand and made for a diagonal motion to slash in a downward stroke towards the collar bone.
Strands of hair were ripped from Fade's head, Fade slamming his forehead into the nose of the rotund man as hard and fast as he could, throwing both him and the rotund man off balance. Though whether it be by sheer coincidence or planned, the sword that had been aimed at his collarbone missed its intended target and was left to slash surface skin across his back, leaving a stinging sensation down Fade's back. The rotund man's nose was broken and he was unconscious, Fade spinning around in a crouched position to gaze back at the other lackey. The lackey charged forth to Fade, swinging his sword in a downward arch, Fade slipping to one side while still crouched before slamming upwards with his right fist, twisting the dagger mid motion.
The dagger slammed upwards through the bottom of the man's jawline, falling backwards; dead before he even hit the ground. Fade glanced over his shoulder at the unconscious man with a smirk upon his face. “What to do, what to do?”
The man awoke later,Fade crouching as he looked at the man. The man's eyes were wide in terror as he looked for his friends only to see their bodies hanging from the trees upside down, skinned. The man would have cried for them, if not for already being helpless himself, his hands pinned in a cross motion to a large oak by the wicked daggers that Fade had been carrying.
Fade smirked as he stood up, “So you're awake.”
The man cried quietly, his sobs filling the air. “I'm sorry. Please don't kill me.”
Fade found the plea for life pathetic and picked up a bow and arrows that one of the lackeys had worn, slinging the quiver of arrows over his shoulder. “Kill you? You should beg me for such a honor. To think you'd be welcomed into Hotay's embrace.” Fade paused, glancing down at the bow and arrow then back up to the man. “I'll make you a deal. I'll fire three arrows, one for every one of you there are. If I miss, your free to go. The latter, I think you get.”
The rotund man's sobs filled the more even louder as the obvious despair filled the air, Fade drawing the bow tightly and aiming at the rotund man. He fired the first shot, missing completely and striking a tree about five feet away. “Damn. Never did like using these things.” Fade raised the second shaft and lined up what would be his second attempt upon the man's life. Again, the arrow missed, falling short and striking into the ground.
The rotund mans heart racing all the while, hope building up bit by bit until Fade spoke. “Seams its your lucky day.”
“Your letting me go? Relna bless you!”
Fade turned his back picking up his travelers pack and slinging it over his left shoulder, the quiver of arrows slung towards his right. “No... You're meeting Hotay.” He reached over his shoulder and pulled an arrow and slammed it off of the bows string quickly, slamming straight through the head of the rotund man, right as he was about to scream, pinning his head to the tree. His body fell limp. Fade walked over to the man's dead frame, ripping his daggers free from the man's hands. He whispered into the dead man's ear, “Thank you for your friends and yours donations.” He cut the mans coin purse from his belt, sheathing the two daggers and walking along the way. He whistled as he walked back towards the direction of town, bouncing the three coin purses up and down in his hand, basking in the shade of the trees.
Within a mile of the town, he found himself come to a sudden halt, his emerald green eyes shifting to look between the blackened tendrils of hair that went every which way. The silver metal beads that were at the end of portions of his hair clanked slightly together as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder, the tension easily rendered more dense within the air. The silver necklace adorned with blue sapphire, must seam a pretty prize, as three bandits stepped out from behind the trees, all of them with a twisted look of satisfaction upon their faces.
The three formed a triangle around him, laughing as the biggest of the three spoke. “Seams that your outnumbered lad. Hand over everything.” The man was ugly by any standard. Standing at a six-five height, his pug nose, close eyes, receding hair line and pot belly did anything but justice for the man's appearance. And not much more could be said about his two less rotund companions. But alas, all three of them did have swords.
Gazing out from beneath his hair at the 'leader' of the group, he shrugged his shoulder, “As you can see, I have not much to give. Perhaps you'll have better luck further south.” As he spoke, his left hand grazed his own body to reinforce the idea into the men. At five-ten and the only piece of clothing a loincloth, he had nothing of value save his bedroll slung over his left shoulder, and a set of wickedly curved daggers on either side of his hips. The frame of the man average build of the man was tan all over from his entire body being exposed to the sun.
Before the bandits could even finish comprehending the thought to move south, Fade found himself walking forward once more in the direction of the town. Quick to stop a possible target, the rotund man stepped in front of Fade, pressing the drawn sword against his neck and pushing towards him to reposition Fade within the center of them all once again. Fades eyes narrowed at this gesture, the rotund man bellowing in his 'authority'. “I don't give a damn how little you have, hand it over or else-”
Fade interrupted the man without pause, “Or else what?” The travelers pack that was slung over his shoulder and dropped to the ground. Obviously the two lackeys weren't as dumb as they looked, taking this as an obvious sign for a confrontation. Quickly only reached to pull back upon Fade's medium messed hair, while the other brought their sword to the front of Fade's neck. “I see” Fade said with an almost whimsical humor behind it all, a small smirk forming upon cupid shaped lips.
The rotund man and walked forward, his pudgy hand balling into a fist before slamming it across the jaw of Fade. The blood line was drawn, a small cut from the mans rings trickling down the corner of his mouth. Fade winked at the rotund man, “That one was for free.” While not complete idiots, the lackeys had failed to procure the two items on either side of their hips that could prove dangerous.
Fades fingers wrapped around the black ivory handles of the daggers, unleashing them from their sheaths right as the rotund man started to scream for the kill. The one holding his hair was no immediate threat, so Fade allowed his left hand to slam backwards into the pelvic region of the man holding the sword to his neck. A scream of horror and pain raged into the air as by natural instinct the man dropped his sword and his hands reached to cradle where his manhood should have been. Fade forced himself forward as the other lackey holding his hair raised his free sword hand and made for a diagonal motion to slash in a downward stroke towards the collar bone.
Strands of hair were ripped from Fade's head, Fade slamming his forehead into the nose of the rotund man as hard and fast as he could, throwing both him and the rotund man off balance. Though whether it be by sheer coincidence or planned, the sword that had been aimed at his collarbone missed its intended target and was left to slash surface skin across his back, leaving a stinging sensation down Fade's back. The rotund man's nose was broken and he was unconscious, Fade spinning around in a crouched position to gaze back at the other lackey. The lackey charged forth to Fade, swinging his sword in a downward arch, Fade slipping to one side while still crouched before slamming upwards with his right fist, twisting the dagger mid motion.
The dagger slammed upwards through the bottom of the man's jawline, falling backwards; dead before he even hit the ground. Fade glanced over his shoulder at the unconscious man with a smirk upon his face. “What to do, what to do?”
The man awoke later,Fade crouching as he looked at the man. The man's eyes were wide in terror as he looked for his friends only to see their bodies hanging from the trees upside down, skinned. The man would have cried for them, if not for already being helpless himself, his hands pinned in a cross motion to a large oak by the wicked daggers that Fade had been carrying.
Fade smirked as he stood up, “So you're awake.”
The man cried quietly, his sobs filling the air. “I'm sorry. Please don't kill me.”
Fade found the plea for life pathetic and picked up a bow and arrows that one of the lackeys had worn, slinging the quiver of arrows over his shoulder. “Kill you? You should beg me for such a honor. To think you'd be welcomed into Hotay's embrace.” Fade paused, glancing down at the bow and arrow then back up to the man. “I'll make you a deal. I'll fire three arrows, one for every one of you there are. If I miss, your free to go. The latter, I think you get.”
The rotund man's sobs filled the more even louder as the obvious despair filled the air, Fade drawing the bow tightly and aiming at the rotund man. He fired the first shot, missing completely and striking a tree about five feet away. “Damn. Never did like using these things.” Fade raised the second shaft and lined up what would be his second attempt upon the man's life. Again, the arrow missed, falling short and striking into the ground.
The rotund mans heart racing all the while, hope building up bit by bit until Fade spoke. “Seams its your lucky day.”
“Your letting me go? Relna bless you!”
Fade turned his back picking up his travelers pack and slinging it over his left shoulder, the quiver of arrows slung towards his right. “No... You're meeting Hotay.” He reached over his shoulder and pulled an arrow and slammed it off of the bows string quickly, slamming straight through the head of the rotund man, right as he was about to scream, pinning his head to the tree. His body fell limp. Fade walked over to the man's dead frame, ripping his daggers free from the man's hands. He whispered into the dead man's ear, “Thank you for your friends and yours donations.” He cut the mans coin purse from his belt, sheathing the two daggers and walking along the way. He whistled as he walked back towards the direction of town, bouncing the three coin purses up and down in his hand, basking in the shade of the trees.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Thu Jan 31, 2008 7:46 pm
Renmith perked his ears. He listened intently to the sounds of the night. Something lay within them that was not normal.
Screams.
A warm breeze blew past him. He sniffed the air, looking for a specific scent.
Then he found it. Blood. And something else too, something inhuman.
What is it? Gwen had noticed Renmith's prodding of the air.
Somethings wrong.
That's vague.
There's been killing.....we'd best be careful on our journey.
Gwen looked through the trees and wondered what could be out there.
Screams.
A warm breeze blew past him. He sniffed the air, looking for a specific scent.
Then he found it. Blood. And something else too, something inhuman.
What is it? Gwen had noticed Renmith's prodding of the air.
Somethings wrong.
That's vague.
There's been killing.....we'd best be careful on our journey.
Gwen looked through the trees and wondered what could be out there.
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Fade came to the border of the forest and yawned slightly, his arms stretching towards the sky. He let his arms stretch themselves for a bit before resting both hands atop his messed hair. As he was walking closer the the town, the group of knights who seamed to watch over this town came out to meet what they considered the 'savage'. The light caught beneath his eyes to reveal some tribal tattoos at the corner of his emerald green eyes. He smirked at the knights as the lead knight looked down on him with an obvious disgust of character.
The knight spoke softly, “Has it been taken care of?”
Fade nodded, nodding over his shoulder in the direction in which he came. “I found the bandits and they've been taken care of. Though you should make quick work of cleaning the remains or else questions may be raised.” The lead knight nodded to one of the others, a medium sized bag of coins thrown at Fade. Fade caught the bag swiftly and began putting it within his travelers pack.
The knight continued, scanning Fade over before the rest of his knights ventured off, leaving Fade and the knight alone. The knight spoke, “I'm not fond of having to clean up messes. Next time you'll be sure to clean the mess yourself.” Fades eyes lost the spark of pleasure upon his face, only to be replaced by a look of resentment.
Fade leaned in closer, “Perhaps your little establishment here would like to know that you don't even protect them. That you hire outsiders to do your bidding because you don't have the testicular fortitude to do it yourself.” The knight was clearly insulted and began to reach for his sword before Fade tapped his dagger twice on the leg of the knight, right between the cod piece and the leggings... The talk had all been a distraction for an obvious reaction to come. The knight was arrogant and as such was an easy read.
Fade smirked as the knight lowered his hand back to the reigns, and looked forward to the form of his knights in the distance. Fade lowered his dagger and began walking away. “Next time the price is doubled.” Gritting his teeth in frustration, the knight found himself trotting with his horse into the forest.
He roamed quickly about the town, using the money he obtained to buy various supplies, meats, cheeses and wine to get out of the town so he could move onto his next target town for work, Junsin. He stopped along an opposite side of the forests edge, holding a handful of bread and cheese within his palms. He chewed diligently upon the stale bread, gazing in the direction of Junsin... He thought to himself, 'Town by town father.. Town by town...”
Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Fade on Thu Jan 31, 2008 9:28 pm
Fade came to the border of the forest and yawned slightly, his arms stretching towards the sky. He let his arms stretch themselves for a bit before resting both hands atop his messed hair. As he was walking closer the the town, the group of knights who seamed to watch over this town came out to meet what they considered the 'savage'. The light caught beneath his eyes to reveal some tribal tattoos at the corner of his emerald green eyes. He smirked at the knights as the lead knight looked down on him with an obvious disgust of character.
The knight spoke softly, “Has it been taken care of?”
Fade nodded, nodding over his shoulder in the direction in which he came. “I found the bandits and they've been taken care of. Though you should make quick work of cleaning the remains or else questions may be raised.” The lead knight nodded to one of the others, a medium sized bag of coins thrown at Fade. Fade caught the bag swiftly and began putting it within his travelers pack.
The knight continued, scanning Fade over before the rest of his knights ventured off, leaving Fade and the knight alone. The knight spoke, “I'm not fond of having to clean up messes. Next time you'll be sure to clean the mess yourself.” Fades eyes lost the spark of pleasure upon his face, only to be replaced by a look of resentment.
Fade leaned in closer, “Perhaps your little establishment here would like to know that you don't even protect them. That you hire outsiders to do your bidding because you don't have the testicular fortitude to do it yourself.” The knight was clearly insulted and began to reach for his sword before Fade tapped his dagger twice on the leg of the knight, right between the cod piece and the leggings... The talk had all been a distraction for an obvious reaction to come. The knight was arrogant and as such was an easy read.
Fade smirked as the knight lowered his hand back to the reigns, and looked forward to the form of his knights in the distance. Fade lowered his dagger and began walking away. “Next time the price is doubled.” Gritting his teeth in frustration, the knight found himself trotting with his horse into the forest.
He roamed quickly about the town, using the money he obtained to buy various supplies, meats, cheeses and wine to get out of the town so he could move onto his next target town for work, Junsin. He stopped along an opposite side of the forests edge, holding a handful of bread and cheese within his palms. He chewed diligently upon the stale bread, gazing in the direction of Junsin... He thought to himself, 'Town by town father.. Town by town...”
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by GreyFox on Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:25 pm
Zul'saka sniffed the air around him. There was the scent of blood, however it was faint to him. He saw the girl, the one known as "Gwen" riding on her....doggy, back to the group.
Zul'saka crouched to the ground and uttered a small prayer to the wild spirits of the forest, spirits that only answered to his people. He reached in his linen pouch and pulled out a chain of small voodoo figurines. He continued the prayer and sensed somethings amiss around the area. The Wild-spirits refused to tell him anything else.
"Da spirits be tellin' be something's out here" Zul'saka said. He looked over to Gwen and her doggy. "Ey..gwen, How dat dog o' yours taste like?"
Zul'saka crouched to the ground and uttered a small prayer to the wild spirits of the forest, spirits that only answered to his people. He reached in his linen pouch and pulled out a chain of small voodoo figurines. He continued the prayer and sensed somethings amiss around the area. The Wild-spirits refused to tell him anything else.
"Da spirits be tellin' be something's out here" Zul'saka said. He looked over to Gwen and her doggy. "Ey..gwen, How dat dog o' yours taste like?"
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Thu Jan 31, 2008 10:42 pm
Renmith growled fiercely at the troll. "We may be on the same journey together, troll, but you will keep your distance from Gwen and I if you don't want to loose your face." White dagger-like fangs flashed as he snarled.
He padded off, satisfied with the warning he gave. Another breeze brushed past him and his scent was triggered again.
Gwen kept her eyes on Renmith as his nose continued to probe the air.
Renmith, what is it? What's wrong?
The scent has grown stronger.
Do you know what it is?
I haven't smelled this in a very long time.
What?
Renmith paused, then turned his head to look at her.
...Another dog.
He padded off, satisfied with the warning he gave. Another breeze brushed past him and his scent was triggered again.
Gwen kept her eyes on Renmith as his nose continued to probe the air.
Renmith, what is it? What's wrong?
The scent has grown stronger.
Do you know what it is?
I haven't smelled this in a very long time.
What?
Renmith paused, then turned his head to look at her.
...Another dog.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by GreyFox on Thu Jan 31, 2008 11:05 pm
"HAHAHAHA! I be foolin' wit you." Zul'saka smirked. "Huh, dang...Dis dog be very paranoid"
He saw Gwen's doggy advance not too far away as a gust of wind passed by and Renmith looked alert as if something was getting close.
Zul'saka pulled out the same Voodoo figurines. "Wild-spirits o' dis place. Wut in Hotay's name be stalkin' us?"
small disembodied voices started speaking. "He...comes..close!" The voices said, vaguely.
"Wild-spirits, I be needin' more answers! Who be comin'?"
This is all the answers YOU will receive from us, for tonight! Unless proper sacrifices can be made, we answer you however we please!
The wild-spirits made themselves clear and their voices disappeared. "Bah!" Zul'saka exclaimed.
"'Ey! Who be out there?!" Zul'saka called out to Renmith
He saw Gwen's doggy advance not too far away as a gust of wind passed by and Renmith looked alert as if something was getting close.
Zul'saka pulled out the same Voodoo figurines. "Wild-spirits o' dis place. Wut in Hotay's name be stalkin' us?"
small disembodied voices started speaking. "He...comes..close!" The voices said, vaguely.
"Wild-spirits, I be needin' more answers! Who be comin'?"
This is all the answers YOU will receive from us, for tonight! Unless proper sacrifices can be made, we answer you however we please!
The wild-spirits made themselves clear and their voices disappeared. "Bah!" Zul'saka exclaimed.
"'Ey! Who be out there?!" Zul'saka called out to Renmith
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Thu Jan 31, 2008 11:20 pm
Renmith stopped sniffing.
Should I tell them? Their kind can be rather touchy about who's aware of their presence.
"Renmith?" Gwen's voice was like the coo of a dove.
I'll explain later.
He turned to face the troll. "Just a stray dog." If anything happened, he would take care of it. "Go back to playing with your dolls."
Gwen looked up at the troll and smiled apologetically. "It's been a long day for him. I hope you don't mind." She prodded Renmith's mind. You know, we do have to travel with these people. We might as well be friendly.
I'll be friendly when I like, pup. Renmith really had no quarrel with the troll. It was just the scent had put him a little on edge. He laid down and stretched, his long tails flicking and making a breeze of their own. Gwen slipped from his back and sat leaning against his side. She wondered what had gotten him so uptight.
Should I tell them? Their kind can be rather touchy about who's aware of their presence.
"Renmith?" Gwen's voice was like the coo of a dove.
I'll explain later.
He turned to face the troll. "Just a stray dog." If anything happened, he would take care of it. "Go back to playing with your dolls."
Gwen looked up at the troll and smiled apologetically. "It's been a long day for him. I hope you don't mind." She prodded Renmith's mind. You know, we do have to travel with these people. We might as well be friendly.
I'll be friendly when I like, pup. Renmith really had no quarrel with the troll. It was just the scent had put him a little on edge. He laid down and stretched, his long tails flicking and making a breeze of their own. Gwen slipped from his back and sat leaning against his side. She wondered what had gotten him so uptight.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by GreyFox on Thu Jan 31, 2008 11:39 pm
"Heh, Tanks..." Zul'saka was about to pat Gwen on the head, until Renmith turned to him and snarled. "Pah, jus' be glad ya' aren't seein' da Udah side o' me" Zul'saka said as he strolled off deeper into the woods, leaving Gwen and Renmith the thought of his "other side".
He placed his voodoo figurines back into his linen pouch-They were useless right now. "Hotay, I hope dis quest be a good one" he said out loud. He took out his sword, Head-splitter, and took a glance at it. "You gave me dis sword for sumtin'"
Zul'saka climbed a nearby tree with relevant ease-it was probably his innate nature. He chose to sit on a strong branch since his a smaller branch would break because of the extra weight of his armor.
He examined the horizon; the endless miles of wood and forest. I Tink Renmit's "Stray Dog" be different dan what da Wild-spirits told me 'bout"
He placed his voodoo figurines back into his linen pouch-They were useless right now. "Hotay, I hope dis quest be a good one" he said out loud. He took out his sword, Head-splitter, and took a glance at it. "You gave me dis sword for sumtin'"
Zul'saka climbed a nearby tree with relevant ease-it was probably his innate nature. He chose to sit on a strong branch since his a smaller branch would break because of the extra weight of his armor.
He examined the horizon; the endless miles of wood and forest. I Tink Renmit's "Stray Dog" be different dan what da Wild-spirits told me 'bout"
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Fade on Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:07 am
Fade continued to gaze about into the forest, constantly searching, calculating for everything and nothing all at once. He finished the small amount of cheese and bread that he held within his hand and sighed, knowing they would only tide him over for about an hour and that he needed to hunt something with some true sustenance and weight behind it. Traveling for weeks at a time took its wear and tear upon anybodies body, especially when their not accustomed to the form of certain things.
He walked bit by bit until he was sure that at the edge of the forest and a good twenty feet into it. He crouched low to the ground, his hands raised as though to feel any vibrations off of the ground until he cam close to a heavy thicket of branches and leaves. Rest assured that it was good a place as any, he hid himself within the thicket, using the traveler's pack as a pillow as he closed his eyes. Rest was essential if he wanted to cover as much land as possible and for the hunt.
He walked bit by bit until he was sure that at the edge of the forest and a good twenty feet into it. He crouched low to the ground, his hands raised as though to feel any vibrations off of the ground until he cam close to a heavy thicket of branches and leaves. Rest assured that it was good a place as any, he hid himself within the thicket, using the traveler's pack as a pillow as he closed his eyes. Rest was essential if he wanted to cover as much land as possible and for the hunt.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Gwen on Fri Feb 01, 2008 12:19 am
To the west. 200 yards.
Renmith kept tabs on the scent. The creature had stopped, most likely to rest. He was sure of what it was now. No doubts.
Renmith.
What?
Your breathing is different, and your muscles are still tense, despite the fact your laying down.
Your point?
It's not just a stray dog, is it?
Depends on how you look at it.
What? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Renmith didn't reply. In a way, it made perfect sense. Rarely did this kind of scent go unaccompanied. He wondered what would cause such a creature to go out on it's own.
Gwen sighed and positioned herself more comfortably. Well, whatever it is, as long as it doesn't intend to harm us it can stay out there. When you're ready to tell me what IT is, I'll be right here. She laid her head back on his side and began to dose. Renmith laid his tails over her to keep her warm. He sniffed the air one last time then laid his head down, one ear perked up to keep listening.
Renmith kept tabs on the scent. The creature had stopped, most likely to rest. He was sure of what it was now. No doubts.
Renmith.
What?
Your breathing is different, and your muscles are still tense, despite the fact your laying down.
Your point?
It's not just a stray dog, is it?
Depends on how you look at it.
What? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Renmith didn't reply. In a way, it made perfect sense. Rarely did this kind of scent go unaccompanied. He wondered what would cause such a creature to go out on it's own.
Gwen sighed and positioned herself more comfortably. Well, whatever it is, as long as it doesn't intend to harm us it can stay out there. When you're ready to tell me what IT is, I'll be right here. She laid her head back on his side and began to dose. Renmith laid his tails over her to keep her warm. He sniffed the air one last time then laid his head down, one ear perked up to keep listening.
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Fri Feb 01, 2008 8:40 am
Yawning, Mar moved forward past the group, his wings open after him. "May the Sun never rise again." Looking out into the distance he became lost in thought.
An old elf approached Marion in his thoughts, "My young Dragoon...what has come upon you?"
Mar looked at him with burning eyes, "I am not what I once was old one."
The elf smiled a crooked smile. Mar flinched at the light the emitted from his being. The 'Old One' as Mar referd to him, had lost all his elvish charm, one ear had, what seemed to be, knawed away, his face was struck with scars. His left eyes was blank, blind by some hurt in some battle long ago. He didn't even dawn the casual elf clothing. Only wearing a white, loosed tunic and brown leather pants. No shoes, that was something that Mar never understood.
"You have corrupted your purpose, my student."
"You died, by age! Something I cannot do, time is endless for me now."
"Wrong, you live by the sword, you die by it."
"Than that is a Fate I will choose it freely."
"You must overcome this obsticle, Marion, the Tribe of Ulekfire would be ashamed to know how you've behaved!"
"No! You know not what I grew to learn! The North is corrupted!"
"What of your island?"
Marion froze, "No....No it has not gotten that far, but nonetheless, over 200 years being a killer....I am no longer the Marion I once was."
"I am dissapointed in you, my son. Lady Relna and Myra have tought you differently!"
"Damned be your Gods elf!Even to Hotay, and the creater of my race Zaeken!"
The Old One froze this time, tears now flowing freely from his eyes, "May you live free of your Destiny than....Mar."
Shocked that the Elf just adressed him as 'Mar' he yelled, "I am my Destiny!"
Mar kept walking, keeping his cloak over his face, a tear freed itself from his eye. "Damn me than, Old One...."
An old elf approached Marion in his thoughts, "My young Dragoon...what has come upon you?"
Mar looked at him with burning eyes, "I am not what I once was old one."
The elf smiled a crooked smile. Mar flinched at the light the emitted from his being. The 'Old One' as Mar referd to him, had lost all his elvish charm, one ear had, what seemed to be, knawed away, his face was struck with scars. His left eyes was blank, blind by some hurt in some battle long ago. He didn't even dawn the casual elf clothing. Only wearing a white, loosed tunic and brown leather pants. No shoes, that was something that Mar never understood.
"You have corrupted your purpose, my student."
"You died, by age! Something I cannot do, time is endless for me now."
"Wrong, you live by the sword, you die by it."
"Than that is a Fate I will choose it freely."
"You must overcome this obsticle, Marion, the Tribe of Ulekfire would be ashamed to know how you've behaved!"
"No! You know not what I grew to learn! The North is corrupted!"
"What of your island?"
Marion froze, "No....No it has not gotten that far, but nonetheless, over 200 years being a killer....I am no longer the Marion I once was."
"I am dissapointed in you, my son. Lady Relna and Myra have tought you differently!"
"Damned be your Gods elf!Even to Hotay, and the creater of my race Zaeken!"
The Old One froze this time, tears now flowing freely from his eyes, "May you live free of your Destiny than....Mar."
Shocked that the Elf just adressed him as 'Mar' he yelled, "I am my Destiny!"
Mar kept walking, keeping his cloak over his face, a tear freed itself from his eye. "Damn me than, Old One...."
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by NewArthur on Fri Feb 01, 2008 3:50 pm
Tien-Lung landed lightly on the forest floor, a few leaves floating down after him. He checked his surrounding noticing a liquid substance, next to a tree. Moving over to it, he knelt down, he placed his finger into the substance licking it "Blood" He thought "Human blood and fresh"
Tien got up and looked around the forest had just become a smaller space and it seemed that the trees began to close in on him. This was why he hated the ground it became to constricting, on ones self. Tien shook himself letting the feel wash over him and away, letting it all go back to normal. Then headed off back towards town, thoughts of the blood he found still strong in his mind, "Is there a threat in this forest that i never knew about has it just come, will the quest be in danger from it" He thought his thoughts clouding his senses, and letting the word go by not taking any notice of the space around him. he missed the tell tale signs of someones tracks he missed the disturbance of leaves near a tree base and he didn't hear the low breaths of something breathing.
He soon reached the edge of the wood exiting 50 yards west of his new companions. The halfling sitting a stride a huge three tailed dog that he was sure wasn't there when he left, The Cloaked lady and the knight talking to a new stranger that seemed to have a glow around it, just like the others. "Must be another hero" He thought to himself "I Wonder were that troll went?" he said this playing with the troll bone that made part of his beard, it belonged to a huge beast of a troll, that he had killed when the humans waged war against them to gain new territory's.
"Hail, heroes of the gods" He spoke when he got closer "We Haven't been introduced properly, I am Storm Naga Glaurung, but you can call me Tien-Lung, and who may you all be?"
Tien got up and looked around the forest had just become a smaller space and it seemed that the trees began to close in on him. This was why he hated the ground it became to constricting, on ones self. Tien shook himself letting the feel wash over him and away, letting it all go back to normal. Then headed off back towards town, thoughts of the blood he found still strong in his mind, "Is there a threat in this forest that i never knew about has it just come, will the quest be in danger from it" He thought his thoughts clouding his senses, and letting the word go by not taking any notice of the space around him. he missed the tell tale signs of someones tracks he missed the disturbance of leaves near a tree base and he didn't hear the low breaths of something breathing.
He soon reached the edge of the wood exiting 50 yards west of his new companions. The halfling sitting a stride a huge three tailed dog that he was sure wasn't there when he left, The Cloaked lady and the knight talking to a new stranger that seemed to have a glow around it, just like the others. "Must be another hero" He thought to himself "I Wonder were that troll went?" he said this playing with the troll bone that made part of his beard, it belonged to a huge beast of a troll, that he had killed when the humans waged war against them to gain new territory's.
"Hail, heroes of the gods" He spoke when he got closer "We Haven't been introduced properly, I am Storm Naga Glaurung, but you can call me Tien-Lung, and who may you all be?"
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Re: Fateful Travels ( )
by Ketsueki Tenshu on Fri Feb 01, 2008 4:25 pm
Mar looked West, out into the wood, watching as the forms moved about. "Hmmmm, at least we can see what they are up to." He looked back to his group, "What is our destination than, my friends?"