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Battle #02 - Comeragh
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Topic Started: May 25 2008, 06:49 AM (1,682 Views)
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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May 25 2008, 06:49 AM
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Night fell as usual in Comeragh, and as the final bells tolled the closing of the mines for the night, the last few stragglers from the work day exited their dark confines, extinguishing the torches on their way out without regard for the falling darkness. Like a thing alive, the darkness consumed the tunnels behind them as they worked their way to the entrance, as if pursuing them.
The usual hellos and goodbyes were said to the night guards stationed there at the main entrance to the mines, and they were left to their normal devices as per the usual.
In general the night was as boring and dry as any other.
The mining town grew only louder as the men hit the taverns to wash the dust out of their mouths and the smell of stone and dirt from their nostrils, until a state of drunken quiet settled over most of the town. Those not inebriated and slumped over at the bars in the taverns were well asleep in their homes, or sleepily standing guard at any of the town's exits.
But it was not the exits which needed the guards.
In the darkness at the main mouth of the mines, the dual thumps of human bodies striking the dirt were the only heralds of the shadows that darted from within the mines and into the ill-lit mining town. No-one had entered the mines unauthorized that day, and everyone who had entered had come out; no-one would have expected there to be more people within, and their advance into the city was unhindered.
The shadows stole along the alleys and shaded sides of buildings, some entering through windows and doors left ajar, others scaling the walls and roofs to find more interesting alternative entrances. All were silent, and all were deadly, as they plied their nefarious trade on the town whose defenses were mostly out to war.
This was yet another of the darker sides of war.
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zherebo
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May 27 2008, 02:31 PM
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As I called out for my ghostly companion I really didn't care if anyone else besides him had heard me or not. I had just woken up, I was stiff all over, and I was still in the need of a healer at a town which was half dead and sleeping. All things that lead up to pure brilliance that we all knew and loved. Regardless the air around me suddenly dropped as Gastly slowly floated down to where I was at. Just by looking at the ghost I knew he was worn out and desperately needed rest and who was I to say no? Silently I pulled out gastly's pokeorb and returned him into his sphere as I continued to walk down towards the city.
Yet something wasn't right someone or something was coming towards me and whatever they were they were fairly tired. Swiftly I turned around pulling my sledge hammer to face the oncoming threat to me only to find out it was another damned Pelliper. Yes, another Pelliper here to ruin my life once again...wait I take that back for the last time I was visited by one of those blue birds they had saved me from being killed. However, the last time that damned bird stole my stuff. So I decided the only sensible thing...I had to kill this bird.
Raising my hammer above my head I was about to bring this weapon down crashing upon the head of this horrendous bird when I saw that it had spit out four wrapped candies onto the ground. Immediately I knew what they were the mysterious and amazing foods known as rare candies. And to top it all off this was four more to add to my collection meaning I would have 5 to feed to any one of my pokemon. Yet, this thing wanted some stuff of mine, a lucky egg and heal ball, both expendable resources that I didn't have much use for. Tossing those items into the birds mouth I placed my hammer and the candies back in my backpack. One lucky pokemon would soon grow five quick levels, only who would I choose? Eh, this would come later for I needed to get some healing.
Suddenly an idea popped into my mind, I should just go back to that dude who had healed me before! Yeah, he remembered me hopefully and wouldn't charge too much. Actually...that might be a bad idea sense the killing of sledge especially because I had asked him about some of the more prominent members in town. Bah, that means only one thing...I just have to go find a healer in the streets while its late at night. Ugh, my life gets even more worse by the minute.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jun 2 2008, 10:50 PM
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Unaware of the negative elements that had infiltrated the city and were conspiring against its greater good, Arleth wandered the streets, the shadows moving just enough that he didn't notice them as being anything more than what they conspired to be.
Fortunately for the shadows, and unfortunately for the wounded young evil-doer, there weren't any people readily in sight, let alone those with healing abilities.
But, surely, healers as well as anyone else felt the urge to run off and get drunk occasionally. The more Arleth peered about, looking down alleys and such, the more dead the city truly seemed. And yet...despite all appearances, there was a distinct feeling of life to it. Much like the feeling of being watched in a room that one knew was devoid of inhabitants.
Eventually, however, and without incident, Arleth happened upon an alleyway where a huddled figure appeared to be wearing the usual robes that marked a healer. He was leaning against a building, seemingly asleep, an empty bottle half-clutched in one hand.
There didn't appear to be anyone else in the area presently, as the rest of the city slumbered on unaware. No reason not to approach him and try to force a cure from him...
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Jun 3 2008, 11:46 AM
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Tole looked outside. When he came here, he was concentrating on getting to Lord Becket, and now, he first noticed the city.
It was night-time, time sure had passes quick at Lord Becket's office. He was a bit afraid, although there were lanterns lighting the streets, it still was very dark, unlike his old village.
I wonder which Pokčmon Lord Becket gave me, let's check it! He grabbed the Pokeorb. " Come out... " he said silently. With a bright flash, an Electrike came out of the Pokeorb.
Great, an electric pokčmon! He looked at the Electrike. " I think I'll name you Sparky ", he said to the Electrike. Sparky nodded, as if he could understand Tole.
Now, a fire pokemon would've been handy in this situation, but I guess Sparky can make some light too. "Sparky, can you light the way with your electrical powers? " he asked the pokemon.
Little sparks began to form around Sparky, as he walked before Tole.
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zherebo
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Jun 3 2008, 12:29 PM
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I watched as the pelliper flew off to who knows where leaving me yet alone in the utter darkness of this place. Soon I felt at home in the lonely darkness, yet with my pain as well as my fainted pokemon I knew I stood not much of a chance in this place. Which meant the healer was the most important objective of mine to find. Painfully I slowly stalked the streets.
Emptiness...that was all I had found in my current conquest to find someone with the magical properties of mending bones, but it seemed that even this was going to be impossible for me to find. However, the thought occurred to me Healers too were normal people just with powers which meant that they too indulged in drink every so often. I knew where I had to scurry off too...that same tavern of which I had received information about my most recent kill, Sledge.
Once again I stalked along the streets I didn't know if word of Sledge's death had reached here, but the city itself seemed as dead as he was. It was during this time that another realization had came into my head...how would I find Sledge's lost pokemon? I knew one of them was that Sableye, but the other one was a flying pokemon of which I couldn't tell what it was. I guess the only way to figure out which pokemon was his would be to search meaning every flying pokemon I came across in this city I would have to try to return it. This would be a very tedious task, yet it would be one that yields the rewards of two more powerful pokemon companions. Speaking of companions I began to realize something...phanpy was fairly high strong possibly soon to the level to evolve. Hastily I stopped in the ally covered by shadows and pulled out my pokepedia book.
The book was large and ancient; this was the first time I had ever pulled it out from my bag. Disregarding its condition I hastily flipped through the pages until I found a picture of the little elephant thing and its beastly evolved form. Just looking at the beast I could tell how powerful it was, but it was when I read the different articles is when I got intrigued. They read:
-DONPHAN's favorite attack is curling its body into a ball, then charging at its foe while rolling at high speed. Once it starts rolling, this POKéMON can't stop very easily. -If DONPHAN were to tackle with its hard body, even a house could be destroyed. Using its massive strength, the POKéMON helps clear rock and mud slides that block mountain trails. -A DONPHAN is so strong it can easily haul a dump truck. Its hide has toughened to a rock-hard state. An ordinary sort of attack won't even leave a scratch. -The longer and bigger its tusks, the higher its rank in its herd. The tusks take a long time to grow. -It has sharp, hard tusks and a rugged hide. Its TACKLE is strong enough to knock down a house.
The ability to tear down houses with a single attack as well as having skin so tough that sword slashes, arrows, and bolts couldn't penetrate or hurt the creature. Something so defensively powerful would have to be mine. Sledge's phapy was already 14 I knew and I myself had 5 candies to boost it up to 19 meaning I would have to train it 6 more levels until it was this creature of destruction. Not only that, but I knew this creature wouldn't listen to me now especially after I had stolen it from its old master as well as kill him...I would have to force it to my control.
Closing the book hard caused a small poof of dust to appear before my eyes. If I wasn't already wanting to find a healer bad enough just by reading what this elephant thing would turn into made me want to find one even more. And luckily Khaine had granted me my gift. Before me sat a man garbed in the normal healer attire and was knocked out in a deep sleep on the ground. A bottle of wonderful drink sat in his hand, I was sad to find out that it was already empty. Regardless I grabbed the man by the shoulders and began to shake him until he woke.
"Wake up you drunken fool I'm in need of your skills and fast. I have a horrible feeling something is headed this way. NOW WAKE UP!"
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jun 6 2008, 07:34 PM
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The shadows both lengthened and shrunk away as the light cast by the bare electricity around the small dog banished them. It was odd, the relationship light had with darkness, the way that both influenced the other so directly, and yet were such opposites.
There were normal fluctuations in the shadows that could be seen as the canine trotted along through the streets, related simply to the fact that he was moving, and so the source of the light was moving, influencing the direction in which the shadows were cast.
But there was something else as well, something that Tole only just glimpsed out of the corner of his eye. There was a movement, a sharp one, from the opening of an alley. It was almost as if someone, or something, had dodged inside, rather than be exposed to the light. No sound had accompanied the movement at all, however, leaving one to ponder if it were merely the product of an overactive imagination, or perhaps something more...
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With a snort and a considerable start, his bottle clinking loudly and intrusivel against the wall upon which he leaned, the man came to wakefulness. Technically.
Bleary eyes twinkled up at Arleth, possibly insane but more likely drunk, and the man grunted as he struggled to sit up a little bit higher, perhaps more comfortably, against the wall behind him. "Ealin', ye she'?" he confirmed, his tongue slurring the words a bit more than his accent might have normally slurred them when he wasn't completely plastered.
One hand limply held up the bottle of whatever strong spirit he had been drinking. "Dish'll 'eal ye ap, ri'll good, 'twill," he assured with what looked like a very knowledgeable nod. This man knew his stuff, of course. He was a healer after all.
And perhaps just a bit partial to his alcohol.
"Bu' if'n ye wan'n o' fashnt'n, I sh'posh I could do...do 'at." His eyes crossed for a moment before he nodded again and tried to arrange himself to look a little more properly severe, as a healer should, and looked up at Arleth again, no less blind with drunkeness. "'Ive it'a me shtraigh', son," he ordered, meaning a list of what Arleth needed healed, and preferably the things he needed healed, if it was a Pokemon or a particular part of his body.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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zherebo
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Jun 8 2008, 06:37 PM
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I shook the man hard and I shook him until I felt as if I was going to shake his head right off of his shoulders. While on normal occasions that would not have been a terrible thing, it would actually be quite fun, but this time was different I was desperately needing this man to wake his bum self up and heal me. Luckily, I didn't kill the man and I did manage to rouse him from his deep slumber.
However when I did wake the man I began to regret my decision of not killing him. His eyes twinkled at me as if they were possessed by some unnatural force acting upon them, most likely the side effects of the alcohol more then anything, but still I didn't like how the man dared to look at me. Sadly though this wasn't the worst...his words were slurred with an accent making him as easy to understand as a retarded psyduck with a hangover.
"Ealin', ye she'?"
I could feel my face change to reflect the annoyance I was beginning to feel at the moment. Didn't I just say I needed healing when I was shaking the living daylights out of him and now he was asking if I needed healing. Incompetent drunk healers, but still a healer none the less and still healers were mages meaning they were a group of people I strongly disliked as well as distrusted. Mages were strange people and drunk they were as much of a threat to themselves as well as me. Still it got worse.
He had actually offered me some of his vile drink to heal my wounds. The vile substance that altered the minds of people and caused them to loose absolute control over themselves oh how it was so potent, yet so delicious. Regardless the look I gave that healer caused him to realize his mistake in offering such a thing to a man of my greatness.
"Bu' if'n ye wan'n o' fashnt'n, I sh'posh I could do...do 'at.'Ive it'a me shtraigh', son."
Blinking I just stared at him for a moment. I had no idea what in Khaine's name he had just said I didn't even think he said it in a real language. Covering my face with one hand I slowly took deep breaths in an attempt to calm my nerves. I so badly wanted to end his foolish drunken life right here and now, but I still needed his services meaning I would have to attempt and decipher what he had just said. Knowing this wasn't going to happen anytime soon I just began to randomly blurt out all that was wrong with my body.
"Three pokemon as well as myself require healing aid. My Phanpy is unconcious through tough battle, my Weavile too is near unconcious with an arrow wound to the shoulder, Gastly, my last pokemon, is just extremely exhausted with possible injuries. I on the other hand have a slice on my leg which has hampered my movement and a minor bite upon my hand. If you need me to show you my pokemon I will release them from their containers. Otherwise I will leave them in their pokeballs."
As I spoke to the man I attempted to try and make my voice sound as if I was in great hurry, for no matter how much I tried I couldn't shake off the strange feeling I had within my body. Call me paranoid if you wish however I, as an assassin, always knows when the shadows have been disturbed.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jun 17 2008, 07:47 PM
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The man waved one hand dismissively at the vague question of whether or not the Pokemon needed to be released, and instead gathered the Pokeorbs up in his arms, cradling them against himself as if they were children, mindful of their little bodies and the picture of a caring individual.
He closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate, falling into deep thought.
For several seconds...
...that turned into several moments...
...with a snort and a sudden shake of his head, the man woke up and blinked down at the Pokeorbs, as if in shock that he was holding something like that. His eyes closed again, and this time, a moment later, a dull sort of shine rose from the surface of the orbs, though it was not enough to illuminate the shadows that cloaked the air around them. In fact, it seemed only to lengthen them, deepen them into a darker form, one that could hide all things from the eyes of even a hawk (excepting the fact that hawks can't see in the dark anyway).
The light faded, the darkness returning to normal, and the old man held them out to Arleth in a good-natured enough manner. "'Ere ye go, all be'er," he stated, grinning at him.
Before latching onto his leg.
For being old and drunk, his hands were surprisingly strong, with one of them gripping Arleth's thigh a little roughly, and the other reaching up to take his hand, holding both tightly. It was painful, to be sure, but almost immediately that particular pain began to fade, along with the dull ache that had followed him since the injuries had been given to him. The light returned, though briefly, and accompanied a feeling of warmth and comfort.
Not long after, both faded and the man removed his hands from Arleth's person, grinning toothily up at him. "If'n 'at's all, d'ye think ye coul' spare a few go'd f'r a fellow wha's in need've of a drink'r sho?" He seemed cheerily oblivious to the unease Arleth quite rightfully felt.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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zherebo
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Jun 18 2008, 11:35 PM
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My eye twitched slightly as the man grabbed the orbs of my minions from my hands. I was growing to dislike him more and more by the second, often, so often I thought of just ending this drunkards life right here in this very street at this very moment. YET, his skills I desperately needed, maybe after he's done with what he has to do I'll watch his blood spill upon the ground he stood on. Either way until then I could only watch as he closed his eyes to prepare for some kind of strange magical ritual...only he fell asleep.
Within a flash my hand had pulled out the Sledge hammer I had stolen from sledge only to quickly return it, I couldn't have anyone recognizing the relic. Somehow he must have noticed by growing animosity with him for he woke and began doing the real thing this time. I didn't need to watch to notice it was working, for the stench of magic is a smell I would know from anywhere. As I watched him proceed to heal my minions I could only reminisce on how I loathed magic and how it ruined my life. All of those days of torment, those days of ruin, all of it just made my blood start to boil. Around me the world began to have a slight tint of red and I knew if I didn't calm down soon I would be liable to do something that I would soon regret.
Luckily for me it didn't take much to calm down and when I did calm down I noticed that the horrid odor of magic had temporarily subsided. Looking up at the old drunkard I took the orbs back from his grasp gently and placed two of them on my belt. The third, which held Altair, I tossed into the air releasing my devilish assistant. Being the slight show off that he is, Altair instantly found himself in a kneeling position upon being released from his pokeorb his eyes filled with pure hate as they looked back up at me. For a moment I thought the brute was going to attack me, but silently he stood up and walked over to my side. Leaving the drunkard to look at me.
"'Ere ye go, all be'er,
I was about to thank the man and walk off, but from out of no where he latched onto my already injured leg. The pain was so sudden that I almost yelled out, yet my will held strong and I showed my discomfort only the slightest. Thankfully just as the pain came it went in the very sudden manor and before I knew it once again my leg was good as new. A deadly smile crept upon my face as I could feel no pain in my joints; magic may be something I despise with a passion, but it still has its more practical good uses.
"If'n 'at's all, d'ye think ye coul' spare a few go'd f'r a fellow wha's in need've of a drink'r sho?
As much as I didn't want to give this drunk fool anything, I decided I better stay on his good side, for who knows when I would get injured in my leg again. But knowing my style of fighting I'd most likely get hurt again. Sighing, I reluctantly tossed the old drunkard 10 gold pieces before walking off out of his sight. I still had stuff stolen from me, and I still had two of Sledge's pokemon to catch, but before any of that takes place I knew I had to do one thing...somehow tame what I want to be my front runner and tank...phanpy. Taking a deep breath I tossed the orb onto the ground watching the display of lights that usually happens before the pokemon itself takes a physical manifestation until finally the little creature was right before me. I knew I would have to act fast before he would attack or before Altair would attack. I could see the dark pokemon grow tense as he saw what came out of the pokeball and that too would be something I have to fix. Hastily I pulled out a single rare candy holding it in front of Phanpy as I talked to him in my most smooth voice as I could.
"Phanpy, your old master is dead by my blade meaning that I am your new master. I know how much you loath me, how much you want me dead, how much you wish to see me suffer in every way possible, but know this I do not care. I do not care if you hate me I only wish for you to listen to me. If you listen phanpy I can make you strong, I can evolve you, I can turn you into a monstrous beast capable of toppling buildings in a single attack. So I ask you do you want that power? Or rather would you like to taste this power I can show you that."
Smiling with my warmest smile I could I gently placed the candy on the ground before phanpy. I could only hope that my persuasion worked for this little runt, if not then I'd knew I would have a lot of work to go.
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Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jun 29 2008, 01:33 PM
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As Arleth's hand drew back from the shining little bit of candy, a thin blade, black as the night from which it had come, sliced through one end of the wrapper and embedded itself in the dirt for several inches, pinning the candy to the ground. The blade seemed to gleam in a strange, unnatural manner, forbidding anyone to touch it, and the Phanpy stumbled backwards through the dirt with wide eyes.
He didn't seem to like the blade at all, that was for sure. And probably more than merely because it happened to spear some food it was supposed to be contemplating eating.
From the shadows somewhere behind Phanpy, maybe all the way across the street, a voice called. Or came as close to calling as possible while remaining almost inaudible. "So kind of you, good sir, to give to one so lost within his drink. Mayhap ye've gold for another as well?"
The voice could almost be called amused, certainly self-assured, and Phanpy didn't like it much either, judging by the way he scuttled away from that general direction and back towards Arleth, before realizing what he was doing and just stopping in the middle. He didn't really want to associate with either of them, though in retrospect he really had no concrete reason not to trust the voice...
At least not yet.
"Step out a ways and show me 'ow much ye're willin' to part with for my sake, eh?" A laugh followed, a simple and pure one, of simple and untroubled amusement. He seemed not to think Arleth a threat in the least.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Lucifer Arem
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Jun 29 2008, 02:54 PM
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Heavy footsteps padded against the tough terrain that surfaced Comeragh, as Lucifer made his search for the armoury or smithy. His face was etched with a balance between determination and ease, alertness and relaxation, as he found the middleground of everything. That eternally proved the most welcome choice of expression, and even as the sun began to arc away behind the horizon, his emotions remained mastered.
If one could read what was inside, though, they would find delight in the adult, for his favourite medium was dark, with shadows, the inferior light and the association with negative existence being themes he enjoyed portraying greatest. And on top of that, there was the benefits that night brought upon Lucifer's criminal pursuits; theft and murder were much easier in the evening when light was scarce and when people were asleep or else settled in a sense of security.
Of course, he didn't know that he would soon be in the presence of like-minded individuals, but alas that would come about eventually. For now, Comeragh looked as it probably should, miners returning home, children retreating to their family and wives finishing their cleaning. "As they should" thought our pure-bred Caledonian. His racism was a norm in this Kingdom, and that made what he saw all the more difficult to stomach soon thereafter.
It was dark by this point, though Lucifer could still make the buildings out, and one which was still open, with a stream of light filtering out onto the streets caught his attention. Sure enough, it was the very smithy he sought, and as the artist approached the entrance, his heart skipped a beat in anger.
A woman? Working in as manly and important a place as a Blacksmith? In Lucifer's mind, that was unacceptable, and when she then had the cheek to call him out, he couldn't help but emit a low growl. To place women below him was as instinctive to the prejudiced murderer as the behaviour of the creatures whom might growl as he was. Still, it wouldn't do to kill her, at least not yet, since he still didn't have his sword suited to his favourite needs, and so he waited out his anger, scanning over the entire scene.
There was a hot atmosphere about the store, as you might expect with that roaring furnace, but as Lucifer's eyes settled on something, he found that there in fact wasn't any such furnace. The flames necessary for tempering steel and iron alike apparently were provided by this Torkoal, and Morning Star couldn't hide his surprise. His eyebrows arched, impressed, and he let out a slight, low, chuckle, dispelling his angry growl; at least it wasn't entirely the woman he would be entrusting his weapon with.
...If at all...
Looking at the Torkoal, in all of its power, made Lucifer remember exactly how little he had to defend himself with; he couldn't check what Pokemon he had been gifted with, for fear of bringing shame in front of a woman. And to hand over the only weapon he had would be nigh on suicide. No, he'd do best to wait until he'd purchased some tertiary weaponry, and turning around in frustration, he noticed the store nearby. He could only hope they were still open too.
Returning his gaze to align with his large frame, the man found that smith lady to have extended a friendly hand, speaking a warm-hearted welcome. He daren't lash out at her Lascian behaviour, nor ignore the woman, seeing as how he would need to later request her services, and so he grudgingly (with himself as much as with her) extended his own arm to shake the lady's.
"And you." he grunted with a thick and conspicuous hatred that was impossible to mask, before he attempted to find a sociable way to depart: "I'll be back soon. I need to research something else first." and with that, he turned to leave curtly, especially for someone so big, though he soon resettled in a more appropriate stance, swinging long strides in the direction of that other weapon store, and back into the dark streets of Comeragh.
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zherebo
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Jun 30 2008, 03:51 PM
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My eyes grew wide as the blade flew through the sky and into the candy of which I had planned on giving to Phanpy. Someone tried to kill me..no someone attempted to assassinate me with a damned blade! Looking down at the blade I could feel its foreboding nature just radiate off from its current location causing my body to shake. But it wasn't from fear...no my body wasn't shaking from fear, but from pure unadulterated rage. How dare someone try to assassinate an assassin in his own territory, the darkness. I knew something had to be done, yet I didn't know where my assailant was coming from...until he spoke.
"So kind of you, good sir, to give to one so lost within his drink. Mayhap ye've gold for another as well?"
The voice burned itself into my mind I could hear his amusement at this, his pure cockiness. All of it was a damn insult to me that this person had not seen me as a threat not only would the person pay for this he had just pissed me off to no end. Reaching into my cloak I pulled out Gastly's pokemon and released the gaseous pokemon, but before the loud thing could even speak I glared at him so hard that he knew not to say anthing. Lowering my voice I spoke in a soft whisper to both Gastly as well as Altair.
"Both of you, we are under attack by an invisible assailant who, like me is an assassin apparently. Right now I need the both of you to scout the area out, Gastly you go invisible and find this guy. If you see him look for any allies he might have with him and then report back to me. Altair I want you to do the same thing, only I want you to stay within my eyesight and keep me in yours just encase I need to give you quick orders. Go now!"
As Gastly's large stupid smile disappeared into thin air, Altair's body was nothing but a blur as he left my sight to scout leaving me alone with Phanpy. Knowing this might end up messy I quickly pulled out my good old crossbow and loaded it all up. Darkness was all around keeping my enemy out of my sights and I could do is listen for is voice.
"Step out a ways and show me 'ow much ye're willin' to part with for my sake, eh?"
I was already pissed off as it was so I didn't pay much attention to this fools threat, but I knew that right now I was at a terrible disadvantage. Quickly reaching into my cloak I pulled out the rest of the candy, unwrapping it I tossed it to phanpy's feet before totally focusing on everything around me.
"Listen, you don't like me, but right now it doesn't matter we are under attack and if you want to stay alive you will listen to me for a moment. Eat all of the candy that's on the ground, it will make you stronger so you can hold your own here. For now though you need to be as quiet as possible."
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Jul 1 2008, 03:02 PM
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Elaine's eyebrows rose somewhat, and her at-first congenial smile faltered at the tone of his voice. She was used to being looked down upon, but the men in Comeragh had come to accept her over the past few years, and she was caught off guard a little bit by the hatred that was easily definable in his voice, and in his eyes. She didn't persist, didn't ask that he stay and have a look around, but rather let him leave, a small frown contorting her well-tanned face.
If he was going to be such a jerk about things, then fine. It wasn't as if she was hard up for business, what with the war going on and all. She'd be fine without an ass of a customer making a purchase.
Outside, the weapons shop was easily found, and Lucifer started towards it. There were shadows about the building, more than around most, as there were several rather tall buildings surrounding it, blocking most sources of light. Being a weapons shop, and generally carrying rather heavy stock, it was only one story tall, so that there would be no trucking crates of blades and such up and down flights of stairs.
The door was closed, but not locked, and there was still a light within, though not as bright as that from the smith's building. No reason not to just walk in like any other building...
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As his Pokemon disappeared into the night, the Donphan regarded the candies with a suspicious gaze, but he was unable to deny that Arleth was right. Like it or not, this was a good way to strengthen himself against whatever it was that had thrown that eerie blade, and he could even use that power against the assassin himself later, when their mutual threats were done and gone. With a little nod to himself, the tiny pachyderm made his way to the candy and scarfed it up with surprising veracity. He had probably been hungry...
Though neither he nor Arleth were aware, as he ate the candies wrappers and all, he consumed too the one that the blade had struck. Unknown to both, the blade had been poisoned with a lethal dosage for nearly anything, but as the blade had only pierced the wrapper and left trace amounts on it, the Pokemon wasn't in danger of being killed by it, but it was just as if he had been poisoned by a normal attack.
Not long later, though it certainly felt long enough, the Ghost-type reappeared near Arleth, gesturing with his eyes towards a rooftop across the street. It was cloaked in shadow like anything else, with a high peak in the middle and several chimneys across it, likely marking it as an inn or something, possibly a bakery that might need multiple fireplaces. Whatever it was, it offered a variety of hiding places.
"Don't tell me ye be afraid, eh?" the voice asked, clearly amused at the idea, but not sounding all that surprised. Sure, it took guts to be outside this late at night in a town like Comeragh, but stupidity would work just as well as guts, and that was clearly what he assumed of Arleth.
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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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Lucifer Arem
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Jul 2 2008, 06:36 PM
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[Lucifer's the sexist ass, not me, incase anyone finds this offensive and thinks I'm a pig or something =_= And it's part of the backstory anyway~ Oh, and you put Donphan instead of Phanpy, Boss >.>]
Lucifer discarded not even a miniscule passage of time fretting over a topic as insignificant as the negative emotions of the female. Relinquishing his beliefs to accept her undeserved presence was an obscene proposition to the freshly appointed Vassal, who considered himself paramount. Then there were men, following Pokemon accompanied by animals, and subsequently women. Generally, though, their altitude in the scale of respect was abysmal; as vertically challenged as a Diglett...
Thusly, Lucifer returned to skulking with oxymoronic merriness through the dingy streets of Comeragh. His thoughts were devoid of content consequential to anything, featuring tangents such as how divine the mountain range of Innisfree would appear when struck with moonlight. Unfortunately, though, Lucifer's current vision of such an occurrence was non-existent, due to the concentration of clouds overhead, spread so thick like viscous oil across the evening horizon.
The shadows seemed as immense and ominous as the sky, if not moreso, their surplus presence dominating the tough ground Lucifer's feet traced. He felt at home in the shadows, however, their darkness and secrecy synonymous with his darker methods of passing time, and a powerful ally in committing crime. Of course, Mister Arem was entirely unaware of how the tables had been shifted, these absences of light becoming tools of camouflage against his unwary self, too consumed by the thoughts of getting into the store.
He continued his sweeping strides, intending to force his way into the shop to make a reasonably dramatic entrance. Thoughts had begun to swarm onto the idea he could receive a Vassal's discount, or if that didn't work out, one of the five-finger variety...
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zherebo
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Jul 2 2008, 07:30 PM
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A slight look of satisfaction managed to come across my face for even though Phanpy and myself were on master minion terms it looked as if he would at least eat the candy. Good, that boost in levels should have boosted him yet closer to the stage of life in which nothing would be able to stop him...he'd be a Juggernaut. Hmm, a fitting name Juggernaut something I would have to attempt to speak with phanpy about later, but now wasn't the time.
A sudden cold chill began to shiver down my body meaning one thing...Gastly was back. While I awaited the ghost to fully appear before me I noticed that the two giant eyes of his were looking upward to the roof. My first thought was to smack that damn ghost for pointing out the obvious until I realized a couple of things, not only was the top the best spot to scout out the entire street but it also was a place which held plenty of hiding. Nodding to Gastly I whispered softly to the ghost.
"I'm going on the roof with Phanpy, stay invisible as much as possible without expending too much energy I will need you later. However, if you see anyone attempt to attack me you know what to do...Hypnosis them right in the eye and hope they fall off the side of a building."
Without awaiting a response from my ghost I once again looked back at the roof of the building; so many different possibilities instantly filled my mind ranging from how many people could be there to the point of me killing everyone. It seems no matter where I go the thought of death would always rear its head. Regardless I had to get to that roof only problem was...where would I go to climb on. Placing my crossbow on my back I looked for anything which stuck out from the side of the building so I could effortlessly scale the side of the building like a monkey.
"Phanpy, I'm going to try to get to the top of this roof, which is bad for you because of the fact you can't climb. If you want I can carry you in my bag or you can go back into your orb the decision is yours."
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Profile Story of the killer
Take the Magic: The Gathering 'What Color Are You?' Quiz.
Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
lv 8 The Jokester
lv 9 The assistant
lv 19 The Tank
lv 5 The Pretty Boy
lv 13 The Escape Tool
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