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NotFishing

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Joric Ironfist

Joric smiled upon hearing the full details of this little quest. If there was one opponent he liked to fight the most, it was dark magic users. They were lucky enough to recieve a gift which placed them above other magic users, and yet they used it for evil.

"Sounds like my kind of quest!" The dwarf declared loudly. "I'll put my axe behind that."

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Brodus

The former knight smiled. If these people were strong enough to be hired by a demi god of darkness and chaos, they likely had souls worth absorbing. And if he got to join in on the slaughter, that would lead to even more kills.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Brodus said, flicking his visor down. He looked at his competiton. "Get in my way, and I will kill you. Fair warning."

And with that, he strolled out of the building, his sword and hand. He walked out into the streets, taking a second to further examine all the death and destruction as if he were a tourist sightseeing. But he was on a mission. The first person he wanted to attack was this Ubaid fellow, so he roamed the streets, keeping an eye out for anything that resembled an undead or a necromancer.

Of course, if he found any of the other choices, he would challenge them instead. Might as well, right?

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Alicia Vendal

"Well... that's odd." Alicia commenting, considering Alania's words. There'd be a lot of competition. But the Tyrannian empire was involved, which meant there would be a hefty pay if she beat everyone else. Or at least she assumed as much. And besides, it wasn't like she had anything better to do.

"Then maybe I might go that way as well." She finally said. "I'm Alicia Vendal." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

09-Jun-2015 04:35:19 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2015 12:41:21 by NotFishing

NarBloodwolf

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Rovaan gladly accepted his flask back as he listened intently to the details of the job. He was indeed familiar with the legends of the haunted forest but he had always thought them just that, legends. Now it seemed they were truth and in his younger years, it would have been a good reason to drop out from the job. But he wasn't about to let a few hags get in the way of some coin even if it was made from the trinkets of the departed and captive. As he though on the job Rovaan rubbed the ruby on the odd artifact upon his had. Within a few moments Rovaan made up his mind.

''I am in full as well. Though answer me one thing if you would milady. What circumstances have prompted this early return to the place you were enslaved? I can understand wiping out a coven of hags but just what are they up to aside from capturing men for.....reproduction? From the tone in which you spoke it must be something dire indeed to provoke an early return.'' inquired Rovaan with a nod.

While waiting for Ethel's response, Rovaan also pondered what Kuro asked as well. How was it that these hags lured the men into their trap. While not much of a concern to Rovaan for reasons yet undisclosed, Rovaan though about the welfare of the rest of the party. Frederico might be an easy mark for the hags traps as he seemed to be of little wit and of dim mind. Kuro on the other hand, Rovaan didn't know much about so it was questionable but highly likely he would fall into a trap as well. Zed, while a smart lad seemed a bit naive so his susceptibility was questionable as well based on what little Rovaan knew of Zed. Joric, like Kuro, Rovaan knew little about so it was questionable how attracted he might be to the hag's traps. But then again all these assumptions were dependent on how men were lured into the traps.

09-Jun-2015 07:09:44

Inferi

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The Leprechaun's Foot

As everyone else got together, sharing bits of adventures, jokes, and other gossip and introductions, Siera remained quiet. Before the Dread Lord, she would have felt at home in a place like this, even more so because she actually was somewhat acquainted with those here. Now, though, she felt as though she didn't belong. It was like there was something keeping her from being part of everything. Some would point to her inability to speak, but she didn't know if that was the true reason or if it was simply a catalyst. Everyone else could understand her writing, but she never felt as though she was actually part of what was going on. Only one person had made her feel that way, and he...

She sighed yet again, shaking her head to try and clear those thoughts away.
Think positive, Siera.
she thought, but that was a line that was rapidly losing any meaning. She believed that she would be able to rescue him, believed that she would find him, but it was hard not to look past that sometimes and back into the world that really didn't care she existed. People were worth saving, something she still adamantly believed, but as the world grew darker it was becoming continually unclear whether she could actually save them. Too many seemed to want destruction and too few wanted to stop it.

Even so, she wasn't planning on giving up. That decision had been made a while ago, when she finally realized that she was falling back into the spiral that had nearly consumed her so many years before. Although she was no longer in a cage made of metal, the cage made of loss and sadness held just as tightly, but it was not a hold that was going to bind her as long as she had even a shred of hope remaining. Hope was what truly mattered, the hope that one day she would be able to feel truly happy again. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

09-Jun-2015 07:54:06

Inferi

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Maybe that would come with her home, maybe it would come with her voice, but whatever it came from she knew it would have to include Cadmus. She was going to find him, and this cage was going to end once and for all.

Robnoxious gave her hanging hand a lick, startling her, but making her smile just slightly when he did it again. Both he and the flute always seemed to notice when she was thinking like this and do something to distract her from it, and for that she was always grateful. How they knew, she didn't know, but it really didn't matter in the end.

This time, though, it was only the hellpup that was around, for the flute had found several new and interesting things. Rovaan was the first, the instrument circling around his head for a moment and whistling in a curious manner before moving on to Zed. Annie and Joric it already seemed familiar with, since once it had tapped the albino mage on the shoulder twice and circled around him another time it moved on to the person that had just finished speaking: the hagspawn.

Unlike the other two, it spent more time around Ethel, looking like it was examining her more carefully. First it hovered down by her mace, then circled around her in an ascending spiral, and finally came to a stop by her mask, tapping on it once right between the eyes before retreating quickly like it was expecting a counterattack. Once out of range, it let out another curious whistle, although this one seemed like it was directed to the entire room in general. What it was trying to ask was something only Siera might be able to decipher, and there wasn't really any way for her to communicate it. She liked to keep quiet about the flute normally since it was always better that she try to let it speak for itself. Even when she could talk, it hadn't really liked her trying to tell others what it was saying. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

09-Jun-2015 07:54:12

Inferi

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Her attention was more focused on what was said, anyways. Her own knowledge of the hagspawn was limited, as was her experience with the legends of Mykvior. Having only been around this part of the world for several months, and having kept to herself for that time, she was left woefully ignorant of all this. Her travels as a bard had been in a separate part of the world as well, and even then she had spent nearly all of her time trying to find out how to get home. For someone who professed the title of bard, her knowledge of legends and great stories was extremely limited, the only ones of note being those that she had experienced personally.

Even so, hearing the very basics of what was happening allowed her to know that this was at least something that should be done. Ethel sounded almost like Siera knew she would if she was describing her own time of imprisonment, and that lent credence to the knowledge that what was happening there was wrong. Hags weren't exactly the best creatures in the world anyways, and if they were planning something bad then it was best that they be stopped.

Having already given her positive answer, Siera simply nodded to the hagspawn to signal her continuing consent. She was already going, and unless something big was thrown at her in the rest of this discussion that wasn't going to change. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

09-Jun-2015 07:54:17

Guthix SS4

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Kuro noticed something was and was bothering Siera. Kuro wanted to ask if she was alright, but wasn't sure how to ask what was wrong.

Kuro was trying to think what happened after he left, he never did find out what happened in the battles, back when he originally was helping the champions guild the first time. Kuro figured he could ask after he his questions are answered about the hags. Kuro, knew if asked if she is alright the answers may be the same he told Annie not too long ago, that he was alright when he really wasn't.

He then noticed the flute flew around everyone, even around more than others. Unlike his first encounter it didn't fly near him much. Although it actually was interesting him in a way, he heard it whistle on its own. Kuro whistled back, with no real knowing what the flute was doing, he just answered back with a whistle of his own seeing if it would do anything.

and nothing was spoiled

09-Jun-2015 09:54:17

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Annie1227

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Annie was proud to call Etheldredda a friend because they help each other when the road got tough. She was happy that Etheldredda put her hand on Annie's shoulder to show respect. Then she said in a calm voice,"I know you have my friend but you got threw them. I will always be there to help you. Thank you for the complement. I really appreciate it. I think he deserve that punch in the nose. Maybe now he will learn to respect others."

Then she listened what Etheldredda had to say about their mission ahead of them. It was about Myrkviðr in the haunted forest. There lives a hag coven like no other. They kidnap men and keep them in pits and force themselves upon the captives to give themselves beautiful offspring, which they use as bait to lure in more men to produce more bait and their experiments. Then said with a firm voice,"I will help you to stop them. I don't need a reward after this mission. I think there is more going on then we can see. I think Soahc is in this some how. It's a feeling that I am having." She believe that's what happening here. -Dances-

09-Jun-2015 12:27:42 - Last edited on 09-Jun-2015 22:57:03 by Annie1227

Omarobb

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The Plucky Hecatonchire

'Oh no. I've aroused suspicion. Quick say something human. Maybe, "Not having wings is the worst!" Er. No that's too obvious. Just act normal.

As thoughts buzzed with all the violence of a broke-open hornets nest inside Mariuk's mind, he cleared his throat. Awkwardly aware of the placement of his hands, the Avian searched for a casual - yet concerned - stance to adopt , settling on the bar. The human female's friendliness and constant beaming, soothed the throbbing nervousness that had taken control of his body. With deep noticeable breaths - which caused a momentary spike of uncomfortable awareness - Mariuk calmed himself.

"Ah. It's very possible I've just never noticed it before. I tend to be observant only when necessary." Getting into the smooth flow of conversation, Mariuk managed a wink as he spoke.

The news of ogres fighting was nothing new. It was practically a staple of their civilization - if you could call their disorganized hobble of tribes a civilization. However, right before Mariuk was able to educate his blue-armored companion, another human female interjected herself into the conversation.

'She looks capable enough. These two should be enough to get me through the Avian lands. Hopefully I won't get wrapped up in any of this ogre business.

As Alania revealed more and more news of the situation of the Ogres, Mariuk stood in disbelief.

'How is this possible? New weapons? Magic? Practically unheard of.'

"Mariuk. Mariuk Tambriel Aldernon." He said curtly, almost adding 'of the Third Peak' as a force of habit. "I can't really believe that." Mariuk said quickly, referring to Alania's previous comments of the Ogres. "Ogre's are dumb brutes, hardly capable of cleaning themselves. They didn't just invent a bunch of new technology or suddenly become capable of understanding the finer points of magic. It's impossible!" Mariuk spoke openly to both Alania and Alicia.

09-Jun-2015 20:07:45

Loaned Shark

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The Necromancer

Perched on the chest of a dying boy, too weak even to ward it off any more, the corpse of a crow paused in mid-peck. Her feathers matted with blood, old and new, the rotting bird stared with one glassy eye, a maggot blissfully worming through the other gaping socket, towards the fallen knight. Her staccato twitches took him in, and then before he came close she took to the skies with a raucous caw , soaring in defiance of her wounds and darting away.

Finding the undead was not difficult. Given wide berths by most of Soahc’s living accomplices, the ghost’s minions, zombies and skeletons and a pair of darting ghouls, had brought up the rear and advanced into town. Given simple instructions and left to follow them, the shambling automata had eyes, metaphorically speaking, only for those who had already died. Bracketing the village in quartets, they methodically picked through every street. Cold, dead hands clamped down on the bodies of the fallen, with no regard for who they had been or who they had served, and dragged them away. Where they could find no corpses, walls were smashed, doors were ripped off their hinges, and every nook and cranny of every house and hovel was investigated.

They did*’t care about the people who still drew breath. A mother could scream and beg all she wanted, offer to go willingly if they would but spare her child, and the zombies would only seek to harm her if she impeded them in their duty. They were here to harvest; reaping was the task of the homicidal maniacs Soahc had already surrounded himself with. Or the aforementioned ghouls, their translucent white skin carved with pictographic spells and bindings. They waited, slavering, perched on the rooftops until some sign came that their compatriots had found some prey, and then would attack. The hunger that defined their unlife devoured them from within, and they would seize on any chance to quell it, if only for a moment. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

10-Jun-2015 00:40:38

Loaned Shark

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If Brodus were to follow the hunters, they would lead him to the cathedral Ubaid had chosen to be the site of their rebirth. Arrows jutted out of the doors, and the pews bore the bite of axes and swords, pushed to the sides once the barricade had been overrun; shattered bones, scattered weapons and the blood across the walls attested to the ferocity of the defenders, but it had of course been in vain.

The middle of the Cathedral had been cleared, making room for today’s congregation; a mound of bodies, upon which new arrivals would be unceremoniously dumped before the zombies shambled back out. Glowing a diseased, gangrenous green, a pentagram had been painted on the wooden floor, ebbing and flowing from a portal into the underworld to nothingness and deep red. The symbols and encouraging, motivational posters which adorned the walls had been permitted to bear witness. The daylight, and Kira’s flames, glowed from the stained glass saints, beams of light cutting through the dust and brightly shining upon the slaughter.

The Dean hung, suspended by the arms and stripped to the waist, above his altar, eyes staring blankly into the abyss. A sword had been taken to his back, crudely carving the ribs from his spine before they were snapped outwards in a blood eagle. Dripping offal, entrails and lungs that had simply been getting in the way coiled about the pyramid of his faith, draped over candles and spilling onto the floor. His heart, possessed, still beat, thudding across the cavernous hall.

The entropic chill of the spellwork created a breeze, the currents carrying with them the stench of innumerable decaying bodies, the aftermath of terror and rage and voided bowels. The flies swarmed, and revelled, crawling upon every surface and feasting. Every now and then, one would attempt to land on the congregation, only to stop in mid-flight and pass from this world to the next with a frozen sigh of magic, ripples appearing in mid-air as it fell to the floor. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

10-Jun-2015 00:41:20

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