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NotFishing

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The Bed and Breakfast - Joric Ironfist

Joric would have been offended by Etheldredda's somewhat ignorant remark...

...but he could do something about that lock. That, and he wasn't the type to get offended easily.

"I vote we keep the wizard." He simply said as he made his way towards the lock. "There's stranger company among us." Then, he knelt before the lock and inspected it closely. The son of a blacksmith, he knew a thing or two about repairing metal objects, and he had to sift through half-remembered knowledge stored deep within his brain before he realized what he needed to do.

Removing his helmet, the dwarf reached into his pack and pulled out tools he never thought he would need to use. Then, he got to work. But oddly enough, no lock or door related puns seemed to escape his mouth - he was actually directing full concentration towards his task.

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Espionage - Brodus

Brodus arrived at the top of the staircase, his pursuer following behind - but no sign of the air elemental just yet. He looked around for a few seconds, but nothing immediately struck him as useful.

So, he moved away from the top of the stairs, out of sight from anyone who would attempt to climb it. As the guard came sprinting up the steps, Brodus's foot came out of nowhere, sending the man sprawling to the ground face first. By the time the guard had rolled over to face his attacker, Brodus had a sword pointed at the man's throat.

"How do I reset the damn trap!?" Brodus demanded, ready to end the soldier's life with a simple flick of the wrist if he ever thought the elemental was coming. Surely this man would know how to reset the defenses of the tower he was supposed to be guarding, at the very least! Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Feb-2016 03:33:43 - Last edited on 01-Feb-2016 03:49:57 by NotFishing

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Encampment of the Empire

Alicia rolled her eyes once again, although she wasn't surprised that either Henry to Alania would ultimately side with the Empire. And Karstone was no hope, having abandoned the conversation completely. An atheist and a dabbler in magic, Alicia was not keen on siding with Tyrannian zealots, especially if it meant getting caught up in their war. Even the name, 'Tyrannian', did not paint a very pleasant picture.

"You still up for travelling to the capital?" She asked, walking over to Karstone. Although he was one of the less likeable people present, he was also one of the more sensible, which was far more important. "Or have you suddenly decided to blindly stumble into a war as well?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Feb-2016 03:42:52

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Annie1227

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The barmaid left before Annie could say thank you so she went back to Siera and told her what she just learned. She said in a quiet voice so no one can hear their conversation as she shoo her hand to the sparrow that was bugging Siera,"I think I learned everything we needed to know. Lets go back to Etheldredda and tell her what we know. What do you think?"

Judy walked into the tavern with zed and asked him with a low voice,"should you or I go to the bar to ask them where we can get food for our travels?" She was also looking for Annie and siera. -Dances-

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Azigarath

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Bowels of the Earth

Something odd happened; Spirry, seemingly mindlessly, had killed the reptiles, though how long it took him, he did not remember, having lost control of himself. All he knew was that, when he first tried to reach the orb some time ago, the result was that he ended up carving the reptiles open, and then found himself nearing the orb.

He touched it; it cracked. Something was hatching out of the magical orb. Had this egg summoned Spirry? He did not know, but if it did so, why did he appear at the surface? Well, he would have been summoned first as bloody vapour, which would have risen through the earth like condensation, or perhaps his freshly summoned form would be unable to handle the magic, and so it was best for him to be summoned far away enough to regrow into a stable form? Or perhaps that odd parasite, or that body, summoned him to this world? Well, regardless of what happened, Spirry did something that freed the beast within, and it caused shadows to flow.

An arachnid of horrific size and appearance gradually appeared, first its legs, an ancient being, perhaps the source of the greatest primal fear of all humans, a kind of fear they would never forget no matter how many generations they had. And then it spoke to Spirry, who had nearly been turned into vapour, but the Black, this darkness, it was something Spirry recognized.

“This is similar to what I once knew, to what I was once imprisoned within for so long. The Seven Princes of Hell, arch demons from another realm, had trapped me in eternal Black. If you can challenge gods, you can go beyond the Black, then we will kill gods, rip them apart, inside-out, limb from limb, piece by piece.” Spirry remarked, speaking telepathically back to the arachnid's mind.

01-Feb-2016 05:19:08

Azigarath

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Spirry's body remained rather scrunched-up, his frame essentially rushing, boiling blood desperately trying to remain in his image. Had he waited another second, he probably would have been vaporized. He felt energized by the Black, that strange darkness, which was both a great weapon of his, as well as his greatest imprisonment once, long ago.

Feeling himself bubbling furiously, Spirry turned to the side, and wanted to see how much of his created sorcery he remembered, for it was a kind of primal sorcery, one that belonged only to him. He lifted his chin; a shadowy limb emerged from the Black covering the nearby ground, the limb resembling an arm, which then extended into a mechanical chain; the machinery grew on its own, expanding and reshaping into the necessary mechanical parts. The shadow-machinery rattled and wriggled, the metal parts audibly clinking, pistons working, gears rolling, the machinery of extremely tiny size, controlled by magnetic fields that as if had a mind of their own, and so Spirry could control the strange magic.

Spirry turned his head suddenly; another chain appeared, ending in a drilling end. The demon turned his head to the other side, and several more chains spurted from the Black, rising from the cave floor, the chains having links that were covered with grinders, blades, hooks, spikes, grapplers, pincers, needles, drills, claws, teeth, and who knows what other morbid tools and strange shapes could be formed. Every piece was an individual mechanical part, and could move independently.

01-Feb-2016 05:19:21

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Spirry leaned forwards suddenly, and a few chains lashed out, whipping onto a corpse of one of those giant beasts; the lengths of mechanical shadowy things ripped through the cadaver's hide and sunk into its body, grinding to the bone, and making a mess. The lengths of machinery then slid back into the Black, pulling out many bones and insides that had coiled around the mechanical parts. The whips and chains then began peeling and plucking apart the corpses, and their flesh and blood was gradually absorbed by Spirry's body, feeding his frame, and causing him to regrow.

Such devices of shadowy mechanical sorcery were excellent weapons, as well as perfect tools to inflict pain, but if they are born from darkness, then perhaps extreme brightness would dissipate them. And surely, if Spirry were to miscalculate with such sorcery, or something or someone cause him to make a mistake, even by a little, could accidentally put himself into his own contraptions...

“We don't need a world of gods, we can have a world of... Blackness.” Spirry said, slowly looking at his eight-legged friend.

Who knows what madness could arise from this union, possibly formed by a parasite of some kind, but for what purpose, well, perhaps it was best left unanswered. How long until the arachnid would appear on the surface?

01-Feb-2016 05:19:37

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Rovaan opened one eye as things began to get lively once more. Though he had told them he was going to rest and not to disturb him, he didn't mean anything at all by his little threat. If anything he was far too tired to do anything about the conversations and repair work going on. It had also seemed the issue of if the wizard would be allowed to stay was now put up for vote as well as Joric's comment, which Rovaan thought was directed at him specifically.

''Don't think I didn't hear that Joric. But for once I agree with you. I vote to keep the mage with us. Not that I trust him mind you, on the contrary, I don't trust him much at all. I say we let him come along as to keep a better eye on him.'' grumbled Rovaan groggily from his half asleep state with as much of a shrug as he could muster in his wolfish form.

As to the other issue that him changing forms would cause suspicion, Rovaan thought just to opposite. After all, if the lord of Hamstead wanted his head, they would be looking for something demonic or a man, not an overgrown wolf that could be someone's pet. But on the other hand, it was a bit reckless of him to change forms in the open with a broken door letting all the world see inside the B&B and in front of a potential enemy as well. Regardless, Rovaan was far too tired to worry about anything so he refused to press the issue himself.

01-Feb-2016 08:13:51

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The Slayer of Azul

Cirion sat at one of the altar pews in the Engelite Church, close to the back, his eyes closed and facing the ground. He wore his usual armored green robes, sword and wand kept sheathed at his belt. His hood was up, so no one could see his pointed ears - the telltale sign of an elf.

And as an elf, he did not put too much stock in the human gods. After all, the only human god that apparently walked the earth today was Soahc, and he was bat**** crazy. Perhaps the humans should pick more sensible deities to worship.

That said, human churches were a nice place for contemplation and relaxation. All you had to do was walk in when they weren't busy, sit down, close your eyes as if in prayer, and no one would disturb you. Much better than the noisy taverns where people laughed, yelled, and occasionally fought.

And frankly, contemplation and relaxation was something he needed after that mess in Copperdale. Although that was not what he was specifically here for. There had been rumors of a rising storm to the east, a March of Darkness led by the the so-called demi-god Soahc himself, so he had reluctantly left the Mages Guild to investigate. It had seemed more sensible to wait for the army to come to him, instead of charging blindly into a foe that vastly outnumbered him. This town was well-fortified, well-manned, and right in Soahc's path, so it seemed a fitting place to make a stand.

But then the quiet was broken, as there seemed to be some sort of commotion outside. Curious, the elf rose to his feet and walked out the door. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

01-Feb-2016 16:49:01

Er Ril

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-=Espionage=-

It came hurtling down out of the night sky, tearing through the shreds of cloud cover, the immense, ragged black shape swept low over the landscape and hove heedlessly onwards towards the looming hamlet walls.

It's tattered sails flapping uselessly, its hull half missing and comprised mostly of splintering planks, the impossible, dark, airborne ship careened forward to collide headlong with the walled settlement.

With a deafening Crash , The Towns gates burst asunder under the Ships plunging bulk as it's ragged keel finally made contact with the earth, only to result in it sloughing a great furrow straight up the Hamlets Main Street, away from the shattered gates, startled guards and strewn masonry...

The sides of its hull scraping against the lining houses, the Black Ships dying momentum was finally halted by its crashing into the Town Centers proud monument, forcing it to tilt dangerously to one side as the vessel finally came to rest against the noble statue.

As the resounding sounds of splintering wood, breaking glass and the distant yeowl of a cat slowly died away, there descended upon the scene a moments stunned silence...

From over the side of the wrecked ship a rope weighted with a heavy grappling hook came sailing, the metallic clink of it striking the cobbles sounding loud in the night.
An instant later, a broad, dark figure swung itself over the ships rail to slide straight down the hanging rope...

Two high, leather 'buccaneer' style boots thudded heavily onto the cobbles, above them a pair of black leather breeches clinched by a thick swordbelt hung with all manner of pouches, pistols, knives and a large, basket hilted broadsword;
Above the belt the broad shouldered figure wore a battered, dark iron breastplate over a black cotton shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up while a pair of matching iron gauntlets encased his hands and forearms.

02-Feb-2016 03:52:51

Er Ril

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A great, black, ringletted beard fell a good halfway down the mans chest while long hair of the same colour and style cascaded about his shoulders.
Of the small portion of the Pirates face still visible there was a furrowed forehead, hooked nose, a pair of dark, bushy eyebrows and a single, dark eye, its pupil entirely black, like some long, dark tunnel.
Over the other eye, The Mercenary wore a plain patch of leather, a vivid red scar marking the length of his face from hairline to chin where beard and patch did not cover.

Placing his fists upon his hips, Captain John Black of the now wrecked Devious ******* glared about at his surroundings and let out a great bark of laughter.

"Ach wheel noo... I suppose this'll do!"

The bearded head snapped round at the sounds of shouting and loud footfalls, a group of spearmen were hurrying up the street, following the long furrow ploughed by the crashing ship towards the vessels final resting place...

The guards ran in, spears leveled, faces pale and set, the sheer absurdity and chaos of Blacks arrival pushing them over the edge of caution in these already dark times...

"The locals dinnae appear tae be too friendly..!"

Black cackled to the night in general, unslinging a large, ugly looking iron Blunderbuss from his back as he did so and tugging back the flintlock mechanism as he bought the weapon to bear...

The Spearmen pulled up short, suddenly faced with the gaping, dark hole of the Blunderbuss barrel and hurriedly scrambled to get clear as realization suddenly dawned...
An instant before the weapon discharged!

A gods awful, deafening BOOM!! echoed about the town square, resounding off nearby buildings as the air filled with a sudden flash of flames, billowing smoke and red hot, flying lead...

02-Feb-2016 04:10:34 - Last edited on 02-Feb-2016 04:23:12 by Er Ril

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