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Inferi

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Before anyone could give her a response, though, she got one of a different nature. The hellpup, seeing that his best friend had just come in the door, barked joyfully, jumped up, and ran over to her, jumping up on her so that he had both front paws on her chest. Of course, being a dog - and a puppy at that - he tried to reach out and give her a big dog kiss on the face, which he only accomplished after she managed to lift the paws off her and get him back on all fours, after which she knelt down to scratch him on the head and he promptly took the opportunity to lick her across the face.

Actually smiling - although also wiping the dog slime off her cheek - Siera stood back up and took a few further steps in so that she wasn’t in the way of the door. As she waited for some kind of answer from everyone, the hellpup took the time to curl up protectively at her feet, yawning in what looked like an uncaring manner before putting his head directly on top of her shoes.

Of course, waiting did*’t produce an answer before something else happened. This time, it was the door being kicked open, smacking Joric on the head and knocking him out. The one that had kicked open the door was an extremely intimidating man, but not as much as he might be since Siera recognized him. It was a faint recognition, but she knew she had seen him before. Nothing recent rang a bell, so she looked back farther, and realized that it had been back when she still had her voice. It had been in Messia, and he had been fighting the Dread Lord along with them.

Did that make her feel completely safe? No, but it did give her enough to run over and kneel down next to Joric, checking to see if he was alright and trying to wake him up if he was. Robnoxious, meanwhile, her gotten up and was growling in the direction of the barbarian, although it was a soft growl, one that showed he was unsure rather than hostile. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 04:55:48

Inferi

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Creeping Flames

Her air walking abilities working far better than she had even anticipated, Kira had managed to make it to her destination. Unfortunately, she seemed to currently be the only one there, and there were a large number of soldiers stationed around the statue in the center of the town. Any number of normal soldiers wasn’t a problem for her, and she suspected that would be the case for any of those that were supposed to be infiltrating the town.

Unfortunately, that still wasn’t the point. She could go ahead and take care of them - and for most people it might be best to - but any aggressive action on her part required destruction that everyone would be able to see. The keep was another option, and likely the source of more reinforcements, but the chance that she could storm that unnoticed was slimmer than she would have liked. If her objective was to move in and kill someone that was not a barracks full of guards, which is what she expected her target inside would be if she was seeking to stem the tide of reinforcements, it would be a lot easier and much more doable without being found.

Before she could make up her mind about anything, though, there was a deafening crash and the entire town started shaking. The crash had come from the direction of the gates, but Kira did*’t need a clear view of them to see what was going on. In fact, she saw something quite familiar, and that something quite familiar had come to a grinding halt inside of the monument that had been standing in front of her until moments before. It was a ship, and a ship belonging to a man that she both respected more than most and trusted less than most. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 04:55:52

Inferi

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Speaking of John Black, he descended from the ship moments later, making his usual entrance of mayhem and destruction. Whatever guards were in the area were either dead from the ship or dead from Black, and unfortunately the entrance meant any kind of cover that they might have had was entirely blown. Every guard in the town was going to be here, and that meant there was no reason at all to not take action.

Grinning, Kira lowered the hood of her cloak, about to step out when some elf came out from the church and immediately fired a bolt of energy at the Captain. It missed, punching through the ship, but that told Kira that the opponent was someone with clear magical talent. As for Black, he appeared uninjured, and that meant she did*’t have to immediately come out fighting. There was no reason not to help, but current events meant she really did*’t have to be too concerned.

“
My dear Captain, we really need to stop meeting like this.
” she called out, flames beginning to burn all over her body. The travelling cloak caught flame almost immediately, burning up as she casually walked across the now-devastated town center. *
People might start to talk.
”

If Cirion was familiar with wanted posters, he’d recognize her from them, but if not, he’d only really see someone that appeared to be on fire. Her head was visible above the flames, but her body was, as of now, fully engulfed in the burning remains of the travelling cloak. At the very least, it was someone else that seemed to be on a side that was not his, should her words to the man he was engaged in combat with be any indication. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 04:55:56

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Cirion

Cirion stopped mid-charge, skidding to a halt when another opponent entered the scene. He eyed both of them warily, ready to set up a defensive spell or dodge of need be. That woman seemed slightly familiar... of course, he had never seen her in person. No, it had been on... a wanted poster?

"What's your name again? Vera? Siera? Something like that?" He asked, tightening his grip on his sword. "Say, would one of you be willing to stand down to make this a fair fight? I mean, if you are so powerful..."

Although he spoke in a casual tone, not once did he let his guard down. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

03-Feb-2016 05:07:55

Inferi

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Rising Flames

"
Oh, I have no intention of interrupting your little fight.
" she told Cirion, smirking. "
If the Captain needs my help, he's not the man I thought he was.
"

Inwardly, she was a bit annoyed that he had bothered to use names that weren't her own. There was little point in making sure you were the most wanted criminal in multiple kingdoms if people didn't remember what your name was. It was even a simple name to remember, and one that she was used to everyone knowing. There was a certain feeling, one that she loved, when one could walk into a town and act as though they owned the place because everyone was too afraid to stand up to her for fear of what she would do.

Although she would have liked to teach this elf a lesson, it wasn't her fight to interrupt. Most people she wouldn't care, but there were a few, John Black being one of them, that it was wiser to remain separate from personal conflicts. She doubted he would bother to take much offense against her, but she'd really rather let him have the solo fight while she took care of the waves of soldiers that were sure to come later.

Besides, it wasn't like he needed help. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

03-Feb-2016 05:34:34 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 05:36:49 by Inferi

Er Ril

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-=Bed And Breakfast=-

((c))Br'nard Even'star pulled up short upon seeing the strange scene into which he had inadvertently barged, upon the advice of magical Sparrow.

"Hardly Saga material,"
The Barbarian reflected as the small bird continued to circle his head, chirping loudly.
It was then that he spied the unconscious Dwarf, sprawled and insensible behind the door...

"Oops,"
The Warrior grunted, as one of the diminution beings companions moved to aid him and a sizable Hell Pup began to grown in a low fashion at the intruder.

Not normally one to care much for Demons, ((c))Br'nard nevertheless noticed that creature was not immediately attacking, nor was anyone else, so he sheathed his knife and drew a small, silver flask from his belt.

Moving to crouch beside the Dwarf, (c)Br'nard unstopped the flask, whereupon the acrid stink of strong, rotgut liquor began to fill the room, and proceeded to waft the bottle under the fallen Dwarfs nose.

"C'mon now young Master Dwarf,"
The Barbarian chuckled,
"Wake up an' ye can have a lil drink, not summat yer kin ever turned down lightly, Ja?"

03-Feb-2016 13:14:30

Er Ril

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-=Espionage=-

"Help us! Help ussss!!"
The wind seemed to cry in the voices of a thousand burning children as the fire rapidly spread across the Orphanage roof to ignite the thatch of neighboring building, thus illuminating the sign hanging above its door.

"Waggy Tails Puppy Sanctuary."

"Ach! The humanity!"
John Black exclaimed in audible despair, clapping the back of his gauntleted hand across his brow,
"Will nayebody think o' the childre...Ooof!!"

A gust of strong wind interrupted The Mercenary in mid ramble, lifting him clean off his feet and slamming him back against the ships wrecked hull, which duly gave way under his weight with a splintering Crash!

By the time John Black had bounded up from the wreckage, pistols gone and blade in hand, savage grin upon his face, single eye flashing with some inner fire...

A new figure had appeared, speaking in a familiar voice before wreathing itself in flames.
Flames he was sure weren't half imagined this time.

"My dear Captain, we really need to stop meeting like this."


"Pyromistress!"
John Black exclaimed, grinning wickedly as the Elf stopped dead in its tracks and began asking for a fair fight.

"Always a pleasure lass,"
The Captain replied, stepping up beside the blazing woman, causing his beard to single and smolder as the flames reflected along the length of his blade, but not withing dark depths of his single eye.

"Oh, I have no intention of interrupting your little fight.
If the Captain needs my help, he's not the man I thought he was."


"Classy as ever I see,"
Black bowed low to Kira, with much fancy and overly formal twirling of his free hand...

Before straightening fast into a turn, flinging the freshly gathered fistful of masonry dust towards the Elfs face and thrusting his blade straight at his opponents stomach...

03-Feb-2016 13:32:50 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 13:37:42 by Er Ril

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Joric's Dream

In the brief time period that Joric had been most brutally and savagely knocked out by Br'nard, he had ended up in a dream. It was a familiar one, one that he had had several times before.

He was back in his home town, carved into the side of a mountain like many other dwarven settlements. No sunlight shined in, the only light coming from magic torches. Joric was walking down the road, on an errand. His father, the town blacksmith, had tasked him with delivering a recently repaired pickaxe to one of the miners.

And then the ground began to shake slightly. He turned around and saw a stalactite fall, landing on a house and crashing straight through the roof. The shaking became more violent. More stalactites fell, followed by entire chunks of the ceiling. Joric began to run, but only made it a few feet before he tripped and fell on his face. Dust flew up into the air, blinding and choking most of the village's residents, and the sound of the rocks crashing down was deafening.

By the time the dust settled and the shaking subsided, Joric stood up and slowly turned around. He found himself looking out towards a wall of rock - the southern side of the town had been completely buried.

His parents lived on that side of town.

...

Joric awoke to the smell of really strong alcohol. A familiar looking man - he couldn't quite remember where he saw him - was holding a flask over his face. The dwarf instantly responded by grabbing the flask and taking a drink from it, choking down the strong liquid before handing it back.

He sat up, rubbing his forehead where a bruise would no doubt form soon. He looked towards Siera, who seemed to be concerned, and then down at the hellpup, Siera's eternal companion. He remembered his dream all too vividly, for it had actually happened. It was not the first time he had dreamed about it, and it would not be the last. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

03-Feb-2016 14:22:05 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 17:11:53 by NotFishing

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For all his joking, upbeat, demeanor, he himself had his own inner demons to deal with. Although he didn't dare show it.

He realized he should probably say something to set the others at ease, so they knew he was okay. But all he could manage was a weak-sounding pun.

"You people sure are hounding me..." He said, gesturing towards Robnoxious.

-----

Cirion

Cirion rolled his eyes at the display between Black and Kira. "Oh, get a room you-"

Cirion was interrupted by a fistful of dust being thrown in his face. He stumbled backwards, coughing, and swung his sword blindly, anticipating the blow that would inevitably come after such a dishonorable move. He successfully parried the thrust - luck was on his side, it seemed.

Wiping the dust from his face, he glared at John Black, ready for the attacks that would surely follow. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

03-Feb-2016 14:34:19 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2016 17:14:50 by NotFishing

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