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Er Ril

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The fog of powder smoke hung low over the square as Captain John Black came strolling through the cloud, Blunderbuss now resting casually over one shoulder, the thumb of his free hand hitched behind his belt buckle.

As the man made mist began to clear, Blacks single eye looked down at the half dozen mutilated bodies laying strewn before him, three were dead, two lay fetal and whimpering pitifully while the sixth, a long shard of metal protruding from the meat of his thigh, was trying to drag himself away across the blood splattered cobbles.

"Ach now jus' where dae ye think yer goin' the noo, Laddie?"
John Black enquired, tilting his head to one side as the long, low rasp of steel on leather told of a blade being drawn.

The wounded Guardsman flopped gracelessly over onto his back at the sound of slow, steady footsteps, just in time to see Black pacing forward, raising his heavy, basket hilt boradsword high, its blade flashing in the moonlight...

Once the single scream had been swiftly cut off, Black re-slung his Blunderbuss and crouched to wipe his blade clean upon the dead mans jerkin.

"Aye, aye, reeeeal friendly place,"
The Mercenary chuckled, rising to his feet and sheathing his blade once more.

"I think I'm gain' tae like it 'ere!"

02-Feb-2016 04:19:34

Er Ril

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-=Hamstead=-

He entered the town at sunset, striding in through the still bustling market ahead of the coming dusk.
The Wanderer was tall, standing just shy of seven feet in height, with broad, muscular shoulders, bare barrel like chest, sun kissed skin and a deeply lined, weather beaten face.

He would have cut an imposing enough figure for all that, but in addition the Barbarians shoulder length golden hair, eyes like twin chips of burning ice and the large, two handed greatsword slung across his back, The Warrior was definitely one to turn heads in any settlement.

Clad in tanned, mammoth hide breeches, loin-cloth, broad belt with its ram skull buckle and knee high fur boots wrapped with leather and shod with iron, there could be no doubt that his was a Barbarian from the distant Mountain lands to the East and North.

He wore his chest bare in the tradition of the Warrior Tribes of the White Fang Mountains while his tanned skin was crisscrossed with a myriad of various different scars and streaked with woad.

A leather necklace hung with three Snow Leopard teeth completed the ensemble as The Barbarian strode through town the the steady yet determined tread of a seasoned Warrior looking for the nearest Tavern..*

((c))B'nard Even'star of Kal'Sea was, however, stopped short in his tracks as a small sparrow swooped down directly into his face, flapping its wings and squawking annoyingly as it circled the Barbarians head...

"Ah, gerroff Ye lil ******,"
((c))Br'nard grunted, trying to swat the diminutive creature with the back of a large hand,
But the Sparrow merely flapped out of range before coming to alight upon The Barbarians head...

"Well I suppose ye can stay, as long as ye don't... Ja."
((c))Br'nard Even'star sighed audibly as the Sparrow relived itself, before resuming its flapping and chittering.

02-Feb-2016 04:50:48 - Last edited on 02-Feb-2016 05:08:42 by Er Ril

Er Ril

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"Ye know if my Warrior instinct is right, I'd say yer trying ta tell me summat..."
Br'nard commented, raising one hand to gingerly feel the top of his head.

"If there's gold, fightin' an' a beer I'm in, if not... Well a lil bit o' Roast Sparrow would go down a treat..."

The Sparrow gave an indignant squawk, circled The Barbarians head one final time and fluttered off down the street.
Rolling his deep blue eyes, ((c))Br'nard strode after it.

A few minutes striding and flapping later bought the pair to the shattered door of the Bed and Breakfast , where The Barbarian cast a weathered eye over the broken lock...

"Culd be trouble,"
The Warrior commented to his hovering companion, reaching back for the hilt of his Greatsword, before glancing at the size of the door frame and picturing the enclosed room beyond...

Lowering his hand, ((c))Br'nard instead tugged a large hunting knife from his belt, spun it into a reverse handed grip, applied his own boot firmly to the door and, as it crashed back against the B&B's interior wall, forged ahead over the open threshold and into the room beyond...

02-Feb-2016 04:57:36 - Last edited on 02-Feb-2016 05:09:36 by Er Ril

Quick5ilvr

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The Hive

The swarm descended upon the hag with a relentless fury, but the cold ended their assault nearly as fast as it began. The bodies of insects fell lifeless to the earth, their innards frozen solid by the sudden change in atmosphere.

What is this! Why won't this work?

The Hive's charge ended as soon as the complication became clear. He would not be able to get close. The insects hummed their frustration, and the creature began to pace along the edges of the magical effect.

Are you so weak to believe that a mere witch will end you?

The bloodlust was gone. Strange.

I don't understand. What did this person do?

Maybe they killed you? Does it matter?

I'm unsure. I don't even know if we can kill her...

NO! YOU don't know if YOU can kill her. I am able! Get out of my way!

This thought was powerful, and it threatened to seize control over the body. The creature stumbled forwards, its will torn between two parties. One willing it forward, the other wishing it to remain standing. It was struggling with the sword, but ultimately the body attempted to throw the sword with its right arm, only to fall short due to intervention by the left.

I need to think.

You need to kill!

The Hive paused.

How did you die?

Another jolt, as if the form were overcompensating for a force that never existed. The Hive's mind quieted, and it still found itself facing something of immense power. Could it communicate with them? Was it too late to do this?

Almost instinctively, the creature's mouth opened.

Who are you. Do you know what I am? Please, I have so many questions!

Only lifeless insects left the creature's mouth, buzzing around briefly before seeking refuge within once again. The creature attempted to shout its frustration, but with similar results.

DAMMIT! Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

02-Feb-2016 06:58:49

NotFishing

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The Bed and Breakfast - Joric Ironfist

Removing his helmet proved to be a poor choice.

As Joric was working on the lock, the door was pushed open so suddenly. The doorkn(c)ob struck him directly in the forehead. Without even a cry of pain (although he certainly felt pain) the dwarf fell backwards, his world spinning into unconsciousness.

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Espionage - Cirion

So apparently, the commotion Cirion had heard was an enormous ship crashing into the town square.

He emerged from the Church just in time to see a man who he assumed to be Soahc finishing off a wounded guardsmen. The crashed ship was right behind him, and while Cirion had limited experience with the sea, one thing he knew for certain was that regular boats did not work that way.

Pulling out his wand and sword, Cirion fired an energy bolt directly at 'Soahc', the electricity crackling through the air, a look of determination on his face. There was no shout or challenge, just complete focus on killing one of the worst monsters alive.

A statement that still applied, even though the man standing before him was not actually Soahc, but John Black. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

02-Feb-2016 12:28:10 - Last edited on 02-Feb-2016 12:32:50 by NotFishing

Er Ril

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-=Espionage=-

A whine in the back of his skull caused John Black to turn around just in time to see the crackling ball of energy flying towards him...

Letting out a curse, The Mercenary launched himself sideways, rolling heavily across the cobbles before coming back to his feet some distance away.

The energy bolt, meanwhile, punched clean through the rotten, battered hull of the looming ship, flew out the other side and struck one of the buildings beyond, before detonating violently!

As distant screams sounded and bits of burning masonry and wood flew from the now ruined building a singed sign that had previously hung above the now blazing buildings door landed, still smoldering, at Blacks feet with a loud thud .

"Happy Days Sunshine Orphanage."
John Black read aloud from the ruined sign, before raising his head to grin wickedly at the approaching, wand brandishing Elf.

"Damn yer one cold blooded killer, Laddie!"
Black cackled, tugging a pair of large, flintlock pistols from their holsters as he did so, thumbing back the hammers, leveling the weapons at the Spellcaster and discharging them both in two resounding 'Crack 's accompanied by twin gouts of smoke and scarlet flashes of flame.

03-Feb-2016 03:13:33 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 03:26:26 by Er Ril

Er Ril

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((DP))

03-Feb-2016 03:14:12 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 03:15:12 by Er Ril

NotFishing

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Cirion

Of course, the energy bolt hadn't been anywhere near powerful enough to do that, so the destruction of the orphanage must have been a hallucination in Black's deranged mind. It had made the sign go flying and scorch the front of the building, but that was about it.

Seeing Black raise his pistols, Cirion immediately waved his wand and conjured forth a magical wall between him and the mercenary. The bullets struck the wall dead-on, bouncing off the barrier as the shield crackled with energy and dissipated a few seconds later.

With another wave of his wand, Cirion sent a powerful gust of wind in John Black's direction, aiming to knock the man off his feet. Then, brandishing his sword, he charged forward with the intention of meeting the man in melee combat. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

03-Feb-2016 04:44:40 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 04:46:37 by NotFishing

Inferi

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One Confused Musician

((I wrote most of this before Ril posted, and since I really don’t feel like re-writing it I’m just assuming most of it did time-wise.))

The minutes in which Annie went to ask the question seemed to stretch on for months, but Siera did*’t mind. Any amount of time before they had to get back to serious business was welcome. It had only been a little over six months since she had been drawn into the role of a world-altering person, but that six months had taken more out of her than the several years beforehand. She would have laughed at that before, saying it was impossible, but here she was feeling more tired than she ever had in her life. Saving the world wasn’t a task she wanted, not anymore. It had already cost her the most valuable thing in her life, and now she was forced into trying again just to get that back.

Suddenly, her music was interrupted by a bird. That in itself was surprising enough, since who let birds into a tavern? For that matter, why was there a bird in the tavern at this point in the evening? It did*’t stop, either, and seemed very insistent that she pay attention to it. That meant it had to have a purpose of some kind, but what purpose would that be? Why would a bird be bothering her at this specific time, and why her out of everyone in the tavern?

Before she could come up with a real answer for the questions, Annie came back, talking in a furtive whisper about what had been said. Although the musician wasn’t sure why she was doing that - the noise in taverns typically prevented normal conversation from being overheard and it wasn’t particularly sensitive information anyways - she did*’t comment, simply nodding. They had probably gotten what they could, and if this sparrow had something to do with their companions, as she remembered the new arrival seemed to have birds with him, it was probably best if they headed back. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 04:54:57 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 04:55:38 by Inferi

Inferi

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Ceasing her playing - or rather continuing not to play, as she hadn’t been since the bird had interrupted her music - Siera stood up, motioning to Annie to go with her. That gesture would be extended to the bird as well if it was actually telling her to go somewhere, which, as it turned out, it was. It led her directly back to where they had split up, which had been where she was going anyways.

On her way through the door, which she did notice was open when they had left it closed before, she came close to tripping over Joric. Fortunately, she was at least looking a little bit, and that saved her from making contact with the dwarf that was busy fixing something with the door.

It took all of three seconds after entering the room for her to freeze, a look of surprise and confusing coming across her features. Apart from the fact that everyone seemed to be gathered around a new arrival that she did not recognize, there was now a hellish wolf curled up in front of the fire. What had happened in the short time she had been gone?

About to write something to Etheldredda, the musician remembered that the hagspawn couldn’t understand the written word, and instead just looked at her and made a gesture that effectively - or at least tried to effectively - asked for an explanation to what was going on in this establishment. Nobody seemed to be hostile and there wasn’t any conflict, as was evidenced by the sleeping wolf, but people did*’t exactly look too happy either. If this was something to be concerned about, and Siera had no doubt that it was since everything this group did was likely something she should be concerned about, then she wanted to know what was happening. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 04:55:44

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