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Inferi

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That was before she had been able to use a lot of magic, and had been forced to either run from anything that moved or stay with a caravan for as long as she could. Although they seemed like an eternity ago, she knew that it had only ended just over half of a year in the past. It was strange to think that she had gone through such a strange transition between lifestyles, and that it had somehow worked out for both better and worse.

A nod to the Hagsawn told her that she understood, and that she would be there.

About to leave and go collect the few things that she would take with her, she was stopped from doing so by Kuro approaching and actually attempting to strike up a conversation. The subject of the opener, the flute, had just recently decided that it wasn't being appreciated enough by the man that it had gone to antagonize and started floating back to her, but when it heard itself mentioned it hastened the float and returned to the musician's side quickly. Making a noise that Siera knew to be something along the lines of, "

Look, I'm more interesting than you!

" it made a motion to Kuro that could only be translated as a bow.

Siera couldn't help but smile slightly when it did this, and then again when Joric joined the conversation. The Dwarf's puns may be terrible, but that was why they were funny, and she respected that. Also, despite what may have happened in Copperdale, she did respect him as an individual. That time had been the only time when she could not recall a single pun coming from him, and although she did not know him incredibly well she knew enough about people to know that this indicated the seriousness of the situation. Besides, he had tried to stop it, even if it had not been his first action, and even if she didn't like it she could excuse it as something done in a moment of panic. It wasn't like she hadn't had her own moments of panic there. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

19-Jun-2015 05:50:45 - Last edited on 19-Jun-2015 05:51:13 by Inferi

Inferi

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Nodding to Kuro, she wrote, "

Yes, I am.

" on the paper, showing it to him before withdrawing it and starting to write an answer to Joric. The answer, while not overly long, was something that she didn't want to write an incomplete phrase to answer. While she had noticed the small pouch that the dwarf had withdrawn, he had chose to say nothing about it and therefore she did not feel like it was right to ask.

The flute's answer to his pun, on the other hand, had been a derisive noise, one that told him in a not-so-serious way, "

We are not amused.

"

Finishing her writing, Siera offered her answer to Joric. Since Kuro's interest would likely make him want to know the answer, too, she held it at an angle that both of them could see. It was strange, really; even though she knew a real conversation wasn't exactly something she could do, just being able to converse a little with other people made her feel better. It was made even better by the fact that they had initiated the conversation, because it meant that they actually had wanted to speak with her. Years of living alone had left her less than skilled at conversation and somewhat of a loner, although up until her voice had been torn away she had always tried her hardest to initiate them anyways.

"

It found me, actually.

" she had written. "

I don't know what exactly it is or where it came from, but it just showed up and started traveling with me several years ago.

"

Withdrawing the notebook after letting them have a chance to read it, the musician paused, looking like she wanted to ask something but wasn't sure if she should. For the moment, she wrote nothing, but her glances at the paper and then at Kuro would seem to indicate that he was the subject of her indecision. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

19-Jun-2015 05:51:17

Guthix SS4

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Kuro

Seeing the pouch he almost panicked the moment he figured out what it was, or at least from his first guess. Thinking the first thing that came to mind, which was demon ashes. He kept himself calm, though he noticed the flute move some more and read the answer to his conversation he started.

"I guess I am going to, I just hope it the events don't happen like they did last time..." Kuro trailed off that conversation he was about to start didn't know how to talk about what happened back with their mission with the champion's guild without feeling guilty for what he did.

'A guild doesn't make us champions. Actions do' , he had heard this too and thought about it and said, "Actions are what make a champion..." he took a deep breath in, "I wish I still believed that, but after dealing with Azul and the events that followed for me, I don't know if that is true anymore."
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Ryokin and Gorebucks

Opening the front door and closing it and leaving the building. Ryokin shut the door carefully, his body was back in his human form, having demon ashes running off his body and blood covering his hands and clothing he closed the door and put up a sign saying 'Closed'.

He walked away whistling the death march as he walked away from the building. Trying to get away from the building before someone would go inside and see the gory mess he left inside as he utterly destroyed those patrons he was left with.

and nothing was spoiled

19-Jun-2015 06:22:58

Corbonyo

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Desmond took the man's hand and shook. "My name is Desmo of Green Hill. Probably the strongest mage you have ever met!" He said with great pride. His stern look faded when Rickard asked about his father. "Papa was the wisest man in the town!" He said with even more pride. "But i didn't listen to him. He told me to stay inside because they were looking for me." Desmond hung his head down and lowered his voice. "I wasn't scared of no one so i went outside, thats why papa got hurt. I was suppose to listen to him..." He paused for a second. "I never meant to hurt no one." Tears formed in his eyes, but he would not let himself cry in front of this man. He sniffled then said "So i guess you could say i am alone... but that don't mean you can try anything Mr. Hurring." He squinted and lean forward to try to look tough.

19-Jun-2015 07:06:58

NotFishing

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Joric

Joric noticed the flute's response to his masterfully crafted pun. Disapproving, and unamused. Siera seemed to find it remotely funny, at least. "Your flute's lack of humor is noted ." Came Joric's response as he turned his attention to the note that had been presented to him. When he was finished, he paused for a few seconds.

"That's weird." He finally said. "I bet there's more to it."

Then he noticed an indecisive glance from paper to Kuro. To him, that meant she either wanted to ask him something, but didn't think Kuro should hear, or she wanted to ask Kuro something but wasn't entirely sure if it was the right thing to ask.

Before he could say or do anythinhg else, Kuro had spoken up. Being part of a fancy club isn't going to make you any more of a champion." Joric told him. "Champions either surpass all rivals or fight for a noble cause." He explained. "Not everything I've done has been perfect. Even lately. Those are things I try to make right. But some things, like what happened at Copperdale, can't be made right completely. So I do what I can and continue to do even more good down the road." Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

19-Jun-2015 12:43:52

Venom1383

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Zed Spector

An hour seemed like too little time, but the urgency of their mission was obvious. The young albino shrugged and headed out the door. He didn't have anything packed, and most of his possessions were buried or crushed when the Mages Guild fell. He had only his new robes, wand, staff, a few books on magic, and a meagre amount of money. Though he never had much to begin with, having grown up on the street in some hog-washed town virtually identical to this one.

He would need food for the trip, so he headed to a nearby bakery with the little money he had on him.

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Sileo Umbra

As Raspur raised his firearm to execute the cult leader, his Elf henchman might have half a second or so to perceive a small, incredibly fast projectile. A steel flechette was hurled at Raspur's wrist with uncanny accuracy, intended to pierce his median nerve at the forearm. If it met its mark, the mercenary would find himself unable to pull the trigger of his pistol.

"Wouldn't you like more of a challenge?" Sileo Umbra stepped into the mercenary's view. His right hand hand rested on the hilt of his long sword, his left casually clutched the hem of his cloak. "I know it's exhausting to torture people after they've been beaten and defiled, but I'm in the mood for a good scrap, and nobody's been willing to oblige me."

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Henry Compton

Henry heard Alania's whistle and gave her a sly grin of mutual interest. He wasn't much of a womanizer, at least he didn't think of himself as one. Still, adventuring was about enjoying the little things, and attractive women were always a constant on his travels.

He seated himself at a bar stool after buying a glass of ale. It was far from top notch, but it quenched his thirst well enough. It had been a long week of riding. He had heard of some promising activities, Ogres arming themselves or something along that line, and a friend of his had recommended he go north for some excitement. Ramsay Bolton is the king we deserve.

19-Jun-2015 22:49:58

Guthix SS4

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Ogre wars (in honor of our move to these forums a new character from me in the one story my characters aren't part of!)

Name: Balmor Highrock
Age: 30
Race: Dwarf
Gender: male
Occupation: Story writer, merchant, and thief

Appearance: Balmor is around four foot three inches tall, and weighs around one hundred and sixty nine pounds. Balmor has a full head of light brown hair that is rather short and well kept. His face is cleanly shaven no beard, he also has hazel eyes. Balmor is rather bulky and muscular looking and short. (like a dwarf)

Attire: Balmor wears a dark brown leather vest, and tan pants. There is a block that strap over his shoulder, holding his gear. Balmor also has special boots that have hidden compartments in the soles of his shoes, they hold small hidden blades.

Weapons: Balmor is a rogue weapon user. In both his boots have two, knives that were two inches long and very thin. Balmor also has on both his hips two flintlock single shot pistols.
On his back is a huge crossbow that is filled with bolts that reload when he twists a crank. The crossbow is completely out of metal, even with a very thin metal crossbow string on it. The crossbow bolts it uses are basic crossbow bolts.

Personality: I will reveal in the role play.

and nothing was spoiled

21-Jun-2015 18:06:50

Guthix SS4

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Short History: Balmor's history is a bit sketchy. He has stolen a lot of things, then ended up losing them either by gambling or leaving them while fleeing when people tried to catch him. His story is simple, he is an outcast for trying to strangle a noble dwarf, when he got outcast he stole the crossbow he uses because it use to be shiny or at least that is what he says happened. The true story might never be told! Muahaha!

Other: Balmor keeps a few extra stuff on himself, a few journals/tales of what he has done, most are unfinished or lies but they are what he writes. There are a few blank journals as well for future stories. He also keeps several dozen different lock-picks in his knapsack.

Balmor rides a four foot tall boar, don't ask why or how he got it. He just has, he prefers riding the pig into battle.

and nothing was spoiled

21-Jun-2015 18:08:00

Loaned Shark

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The Belated Cathedral

Ubaid’s writer guiltily shook off his narcoleptic episode, and the ghost managed to arrest his strike fast enough for his sword not to bury itself irretrievably in the woodwork. With one vicious yank he retrieved the weapon, and had been about to make another assault when Brodus’ sword, thankfully slowed by his magic, scored along his hauberk and sliced across one of the broken scales, where the possession spells binding him to his armour were weakest and his essence was most poorly confined. If it had been a stab, he would have been in trouble.

The psychic backwash rang across the cathedral, a wave of truncated surprise and pain, as the ghostly Deathguard turned with the blow and whirled away. He kept up the retreat for a few more paces, hacking once back at decapitation height (more to dissuade Brodus from following him right away than anything else, and not really expecting to hit anything), until he almost had his back to the altar.

The sword, he realised now, was how Brodus did it. A little bit of distance gained, and far more cautious now that he knew what he was dealing with, a sibilant chant akin to that of the skeletal child began to emanate from the depths of his mask. His corroded gauntlet twisted in the air, green symbols flaring into life just long enough to leave after-images in the eye, his sword weaved back and forth ready to ward off the inevitable counter-attack, and the jewel on the pommel glowed once more.

The Bearers, you see, had been left to their work unimpeded. An errant fireball would have disembowelled the Witch of the Fordings, necessitating the sacrifice of a former farmer who caught the blast and exploded in a spray of charred offal. The remaining zombies, whittled down by their inability to do anything about this situation without their spellcasting master, fell back to guard Ubaid’s pallbearers at all costs, one trapped on either side of the line. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

22-Jun-2015 18:18:00

Loaned Shark

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Against the spectral spearmen, they tried now to work in teams. One of their number would attempt to disarm the assailant as they attacked, either by grabbing the spear and refusing to let go or simply impaling themselves on something non-vital and letting body weight do the rest. The remainder would then capitalise on the breach, swinging what rusty weaponry they had or reaching for the edges of shields, or legs and arms, anything they could to unbalance the soldier and throw him back into the mass of the undead where they could be literally torn limb from limb. As for the sorcerers, the zombies on that side of the heap simply did*’t let up any more, battering themselves bloody on the barriers.

The background thud-thud of the Dean’s open heart finally ceased, an eerie stillness muffling the continuing combat. The Bearers fell silent for an instant, then threw their arms to the heavens with sonorous wails. The corpse crowning the pile twitched, and her skin began to run. Fissures opened and hardened, blood turned to red slime then dust. The soft tissues soon followed, the bones creaked and splintered, and then they too broke down into silica that blew away on the breeze, the body sucked dry of every last ounce of life and potential that would have been given to the trees and worms.

And the heart spasmed again, cracking like thunder or the muscle of a beast far larger. With every beat, every few seconds, another body was drained and cast aside. Ubaid had faith in the Twins, and was not about to interrupt the ritual for the sake of raising reinforcements. All seeing. All knowing. All scumbag.

22-Jun-2015 18:18:28

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