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Battle #02 - Comeragh
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Topic Started: May 25 2008, 06:49 AM (1,683 Views)
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Lucifer Arem
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Aug 10 2008, 09:12 AM
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"...Shit. Okay, Arleth, bear with me on this one..." Lucifer muttered as discretely to his companion as he could, amid the growing and approaching crowd. He had heard and aknoledged Arleth's questions, hoping to inadvertently answer them now. Tension was quickly mounting on his shoulders, as he knew he was the one who had to answer for what was happening. But for the record, this was why Lucifer hated humanity; nosey in business they didn't honestly have any need to be involved with, ever annoying, persistent in their pursuits and rude, too. And even now, they were most like looking out only for themselves. Works of atrocity, he thought to himself.
And then a rather courageous, or perhaps just arrogant, individual stepped forward. He, apparently, was going to be the one who made this interruption go anywhere, as he started firing with his question. It wasn't like it was invalid or anything, as they were indeed in a very abnormal predicament, and it was only natural that, now he was here, he should know what exactly was disturbing his sleep. Nosey Bastard. Still, it would be all of unwise, unresourceful, dangerous and pointless to slaughter this entire road of Comeragh, and so he rustled up a complete answer. What would he speak? The truth.
"Kinsmen!" Lucifer started, in a voice tainted with false fellowship for mankind, and an entirely deceiptful care for any of them. His voice was loud enough to reach out over as far as the small gathering went, but hopefully wouldn't wake any further denizens of the sleeping Town up. "My name is Lucifer Arem. I serve as a Vassal to the great Cormac Beckett. Proof as much can be seen in my buckler, which I am very much sure this kind gentleman..." to which he referred the bastard who had questioned him "...can testify to be true." Well that was his side of introductions out of the way. He didn't care enough, and was in far too great a rush to pursue Gastly to honestly care about anyone else's names, and so moved on.
"Yes, I am responsible for the massacre which graces the street here. I know not his name, but this man, one whom I found attempting burglary of the Weapons Store, lived as a thief, and so he died as a thief, at the hands of the law." Those hands were his hands, as he had become the law earlier today, in signing up under his Liege. And thus did the benefits continue to flow. And points go to anyone who notices that the moment his wrist broke, so too did his hand's tight upholding of the law.
"However, my people, he was not alone, and this is both the reason for my companion, here" he motioned to Arleth, whom he hoped hadn't already taken upon himself to send crossbow bolts into several people. "and indeed why I must rush off from your presence. This man holds key to the whereabouts of a mutual enemy, and another thief, or else assassin, one who must be brought also to justice. I assure that once he is attended to, I will be returning to my lord for debriefing, and also to allow a healing of this situation here to begin."
And there, Lucifer's own words made something twig in his mind; though he'd rather not shoot any kind of look over the crowd, he knew that it could prove highly beneficial, were he lucky... So, as Scyther came close enough that he might ask again, he brought his voice up again, pushing once more any honest emotion he might have away, and playing the Vassal. "Your co-operation in permitting us leave would be greatly appreciated... But also, I have a request for any suitable, whom might be present! Is there, perchance, a healer who would be capable of mending my abused wrist?"
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zherebo
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Aug 10 2008, 12:23 PM
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My ears twitched…I had heard something that I hadn’t wished to hear…the sounds of doors swinging open. I was soon filled with dread as the people began to flood from their homes like a dam had been broken. These people were going to see my face, these people possibly could know that it was I who killed Sledge it was risky for them to be alive I would have to kill them. Analyzing this situation I began to calculate the best way to kill multiple people with as little effort as possible.
On my possession I held only one pokemon, Phanpy, who was more then enough to dispatch all of these foolish civilians with a single earthquake or fissure. But problem with that being it could possibility because the little elephant to collapse from exhaustion, something I wanted to avoid completely. Another plan involved me going out in a melee killing all of them with my new dagger and shortsword in a dazzling display of dancing blades, but its downfall was that I wasn’t sufficient in the arts of using weapons other then my crossbow. Leaving the last plan open the mystery orb and pray that what ever inside was something destructive. And that plan which was based on pure luck would be the plan I choose to kill all of these people. Grabbing the mystery orb from my side I held it out in the air when I happened to hear my partner begin to speak.
"...Shit. Okay, Arleth, bear with me on this one...
My grip on the orb lessened as he spoke to me. I wasn’t one to show my emotions other then anger, but confusion was very evident on my face as he spoke to me. What was he going to do? I swear if he even was thinking about trying to turn me in or get me killed I would so murder him brutally.
“My name is Lucifer Arem. I serve as a Vassal to the great Cormac Beckett. Proof as much can be seen in my buckler, which I am very much sure this kind gentleman..”
Once he yelled out kinsmen I totally stopped listening to him. Honestly, were these people related to him I highly doubt it. However he continued onward with his long speech. While I might not have listened too much of it, hell I didn’t listen to any of the crap he was sputtering, but I did hope it would have some sort of effect on the foolish civilians who decided to come outside. Otherwise they would have walked out into their grave.
"However, my people, he was not alone, and this is both the reason for my companion, here" he motioned to Arleth, whom he hoped hadn't already taken upon himself to send crossbow bolts into several people. "and indeed why I must rush off from your presence. This man holds key to the whereabouts of a mutual enemy, and another thief, or else assassin, one who must be brought also to justice. I assure that once he is attended to, I will be returning to my lord for debriefing, and also to allow a healing of this situation here to begin."
My eyes quickly enlarged as he spoke of me so. This Lucifer, like all vassals, did seem to be like a fool. How dare he bring people’s attention to me, a child of darkness, like this? Distains were growing towards Lucifer, but for now I would have to go with his speech maybe even add in a few things of my own. Rising the orb high above my head I too spoke out, discarding my normal sepulchral whisper for a different voice one filled with blatant hatred.
“Yes, Sir Lucifer is right I do know where this enemy is located and I do hold the key. My own companion pokemon, a Weavile and Gastly have been sent after the thief to keep track and I have reason to believe they have him cornered now. Just like the man you see on the ground before you I will aid Lucifer in destroying all who seem to disrupt the peace in this beautiful city! Using this pokeorb I will release a pokemon in which I hope will be useful in hunting down my pokemon, a pokemon I just recently captured LETS GO!”
Releasing the orb from my hand I allowed a smile to appear on my face, not only had I too given off a fairly epic monologue but I was able to see what was inside of this pokeorb without drawing too much attention towards it. I gave off a silent prayer to the bloody handed god that within this orb held a pokemon whom would deem itself to be as useful as my magby had once been before it had been stolen from me.
Your co-operation in permitting us leave would be greatly appreciated... But also, I have a request for any suitable, whom might be present! Is there, perchance, a healer who would be capable of mending my abused wrist?"
“Yes, I too require some healing only not in my body it is for my very special phanpy. He has been infected with some substance created by these foul thieves and he too needs healing if anyone is capable of doing so.”
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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
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Aug 10 2008, 07:17 PM
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The gathered group, rather sleepy and rather rightfully so, seemed glad to have an excuse to slap on the incident, and most of them seemed well enough assured of hte innocence of both men to dismiss it and return to their nice warm beds. Most of them weren't particularly soft, but they were warm, at least. A comfort that Arleth had been without for...quite some time, given his track record of sleeping places in the last several days.
But when the light flared from Arleth's re-appropriated Pokeorb, curiosity arose once more, a natural reaction to see what would appear from it.
Oddly enough, the cloud of red energy never reached the ground, but instead began to form into something floating above the ground, approximately chest high to either Arleth or Lucifer. From the gaping pores on its body spouted a gentle mist of some noxious gas or another, small enough amounts that they were innocuous to the humans around it.
People blinked in surprise at the odd floating shape, and it too blinked back at them, then turned to see who had released it, only to find two complete strangers staring back at him. It blinked at them, concern written across his odd features, and then it looked down at the wreckage of a human body before him. The transformation upon its face was obvious as he recognized something about the man.
Probably the severed head.
Big, possibly acidic, tears began to roll down the paper-thin skin that formed his basic physical structure, and the fumes leaking from its body darkened in his grief as it floated down lower towards the man on the ground who had been its Keeper, wailing inhumanly into the air.
Around them, people stared.
The man who had spoken earlier narrowed his eyes and hefted his lantern a little higher, to better see both men, and the rest of the crowd went entirely still. "For a Pok'mon what ye jus' caught, 'e seems awfully 'tached to th'body..." he observed, suspicious clearly evident in his voice. He stepped closer, and the men in the circle did the same, the women the opposite. "S'odd 'at it'd 'ave 'at sort'o feelings for a stranger, killed in th'night..."
The circle grew tighter, and Scyther shifted nervously beside the yet-unhealed Lucifer, obviously growing uncomfortable with the situation. Behind them, the sound of a Weavile's cry echoed again.
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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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Aug 10 2008, 09:17 PM
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Brilliant…simply brilliant once again my overzealous nature had landed me in yet another sticky predicament. Once before I had nearly gotten myself killed by evolving Altair too quickly blowing my cover and before that was the time when I had killed that first man in Belfhaste. Why… why didn’t I manage to learn from anterior blunders, fallacies and oversights in order to make my present life more facile? Alas it would be one of my many flaws which again prove to hinder my life. But I will not die.
Seeing both Koffing burst into tears as well as the circle of people begin to enclose on me my brain began to release more survival hormones then I had ever thought was possible. Each sense, each feeling, every emotion, everything in my body was being devoted into making it out of this place alive. While I could just as easily murder all of these unarmed civilians it would prove to be highly inefficient to me. Mostly because of the fact the moment one of them would die another one would create some sort of boisterous racket alerting everyone else in the city. As much as I loved being the despicable, hated, arch nemesis celebrity now was not the time for this to be me.
Just seeing the group of people begin grow closer to me caused a slight sense of claustrophobia to appear within me. Such useless fears weren’t something I was exactly used to feeling and I properly could see why. Sweat was forming at my brow, my palms were slightly shaking, and this entire fear thing was very unsightly for a man of my stature. Yet, within this irrational fear creeping down my spine it did manage to cause a brilliant lie which could practically save my ass. Looking back at the crowd I lowered my face to the ground before speaking, they already had seen my face yes, but I wanted to just make this act of mine a little more believable.
“Your right…Koffing does seem attached to that man and I will tell you why.”
Taking this time I returned Koffing to his orb. Mostly I was using this as more of a dramatic pause as well as a time to where I could force tears to form in my eye. The salty liquid indeed was hard to force out, but I could feel a slight wetness in my eyes which I hoped would be enough.
“I bought this Koffing off that man. Yes, out of my better judgement I lost all self control and bought a pokemon. All of the joy, all of the accomplishment, all of the pure satisfaction of capturing a pokemon after a hard battle was not evident when I received Koffing here. But I didn’t want to buy the Koffing, no I did not. You see, I ran across this man in the street I was in pain wandering looking for a healer when I found him. He offered to tell me where a healer was located, but at a price…the price of Koffing here. I spoke out against it yes, but I was in so much pain…SUCH PAIN.”
It was then I chose to raise my head to the crowd. For being a master of hiding emotions I let loose at this moment more so then I had ever done before. Tears, salted water from my body, were flowing two long powerful streams from both eyes as I gazed outward at the bystanders. To even continue with my illusion of sadness I slowly wiped a few of the tears from my eyes even managing to hiccup and gasp for air slightly.
“It was my one moment of weakness and this man took advantage of me. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I bought both the information as well as the Koffing for an exuberant price. Afterwards the man disappeared when I ran into yet another man, no not a man a monster, a thief, and assassin. Still in pain this man tried to take my life, but thankfully I was able to hold them off with both my Weavile and Gastly, who still are holding the man off right now. For all I know they could be dying, as this man was a powerful person almost on par with a wicked sorcerer.
None the less I ran and ran and ran until I had found both a healer as well as Sir Lucifer over the dead body of this man. When I got closer lo and behold I found it to be none other then the man whom I had bought Koffing off of. And that is how you see us before you now.
And so I stand before you, no I kneel before you.” On this cue I fell to my knees in the circle. “Please believe me, I shall even offer to you one of my only pokemon I still have with me, one of my valuable ghosts Misdreavus. I offer him as something you generous people can hold on to while I and Sir Lucifer go right the wrong that has been done here today. Even he will give you all something to hold onto to rightfully show how much truth that is within our hearts, no within our souls. Again I beg of all of you please allow us to go and destroy this man so that no one else should be threatened by his malice! And…if anyone knows anything of the healing arts please…PLEASE repair Sir Lucifer’s injured wrist as well as the poison that flows through one of my pokemon’s veins.”
Reaching into my cloak I pulled out two pokeorbs. The orb which rested in my right hand was the orb of Phanpy, the pokemon who needed healing of the poison while in my left hand contained Misdreavus, the pokemon I had offered out for them to hold. Still kneeling on the ground before the crowd of people I had preformed one of my greatest acts of all time. I had delved deep within my cold heart in order to find emotions which had been sealed away in an inner tomb. But would these people fall for my illusion? Would Lucifer too hold up his own illusion getting this out of this situation? I could only hope and pray to the bloody handed god that it would be enough.
Edited by zherebo, Aug 13 2008, 08:34 PM.
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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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Lucifer Arem
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Aug 17 2008, 01:59 PM
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Lucifer's initial reactions of the situation were synonymous to the ones Arleth developed shortly thereafter, noticing premature to the Koffing's materialisation that the thieving Assassin had made a horrific mistake. He rotated slowly, limbs heavy with a weary dread, to observe that which could potentially afford both of them their covers and thus their lives. His irises retained a slight cloudy stain on their vision, for the Morning Star's pain was masking his eyesight ever so slightly, himself still violently aware of the injuries he had sustained. He still deeply desired the presence of a healer, should things resolve themselves.
Presently, however, he was constrained into enduring the out-playment of this contretemps in torturous detail, observing occurrences as they eventualised with a devoid of haste. Initial happening came in the form of an unidentified Pokemon's appearance, Arleth favouring to acquaint himself to the being in its deceased owner's presence. Concurrent sharing of interest caused the picqued curiosities of the Denizens to re-captivate themselves with the unfolding scene, and thus all eyes bore witness unto the emerging figure. The luminous scarlet form quickly waned out from projecting light rays, materialising at chest height into a solid indigo mass, though technically very gaseous in make-up.
Lucifer cocked an eyebrow sharply, intruiged but not impressed by the toxic balloon, watching the expelled dingy-green hazes with a cautious squint. He mused, in the pertainence of his safety, what precisely the Koffing was capable of achieving, but permitted no subsequent processing, as proceedings developed without notification nor Lucifer's intervention. The drudging regret amid acute awareness created a cacophony of thoughts, alas a contrived asphyxiation allowed greater quantities of Lucifer's cogitation to subside into neglection. He was further tranported along the visual, verbal and emotion Tauros ride, subsequently enduring the Poison Pokemon's shedded tears, and that bastard of a man's persistent inquiries.
"Yes, we're criminals to the blood-stained core! I slaughtered that man because he had loot I wanted, whilst this assassin stole his Pokemon, reclaiming it as his own. We're off to go kill the other man so that we can have his things, too, you meddlesome excuse for a pathetic subsection of the scummy remains of a society you call humanity." Lucifer considered spitting out into the man's face. Alas, Arleth abruptly announced, amid all annoying abstractions, an alluring adventure allowed as an abnormally admirable action, averting abominable activity against antagonistic allies. Alliteration away!
Lucifer was actually somewhat impressed by his ardent ally's actions (okay I'll stop <.<) as little call for them as there should have been; indeed, he could have sufficiently just followed Lucifer's lead in its entirety, and not sent out Koffing... They could've been healed, and would probably have been out of here in a few moments. But at the same time, this had showcased some of Arleth's improvisational abilities, which might later help himself, and indeed Lucifer, when they actually needed them... As such it helped Lucifer grow less ignorant of Arleth's uses, which is as close to appreciation as anyone would get, for now.
So, it seemed, it was Lucifer's turn to play up to his part of the charade, now, and as he looked at his over-dramatic partner's actions, he concluded he would need to cover for them, as much as the story. If anything, it made the man seem more realistic, but hardly for reasons akin to his intentions; Lucifer would play him as slightly mentally emotional and challenged, though without letting him actually know, as he leaned forward towards the man he'd grown to despise, and yet managed adequately to fool thus. He undid the sword from his waist, still sheathed and broken, and handed it to the scummy being, before moving as close to the man's ear as he could bear, and whispering:
“My apologies, friend... I make no claims as to the security of his mental state, merely that he is useful to my part as a Vassal.” and he was technically being honest there... Coupled with the calls of the two Pokemon, it all seemed realistic enough a cover-story, not least because most of it actually was fact! But Lucifer knew how far the truth got people, sometimes... His voice returned to its normal tone at that point, as he finished his part of the speaking: “As he has said, we shall entrust you with a few pieces of our stuff, loaned under the assumption it will be returned should we come to collect. And I'm sure a fellow man of Caledonia would be so worthy of our trust, that I need not worry for it, yes?” He finished handing the Claymore, concealed in its sheath, before turning to Scyther. Though he was looking at the bug Pokemon, he was still addressing the crowd:
“So, again, be there any here capable of healing, for this injured duet of Justice-deliverers?” Was his last question and hopefully dealing with the people, before he attempted to restart his dealing with Scyther, again.
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Alexiel Shinteiv
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Aug 18 2008, 09:55 PM
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The rough, uneven sounds of conversation had broken out among the gathered men and few women, though it was with hushed voices and eyes diverted just enough from Arleth and Lucifer that they couldn't meet the townsmens' eyes directly, but not so much as to not see the sparkle of interest and occasional glimmer of mistrust in them. For the most part, judging by tone and fleetingly caught words, Arleth's little act had done it.
Mostly.
Lucifer's assurances of his degrading mental capacity were spread quickly enough by the man he spoke to, now trying to look as if he were having no trouble keeping hold of the blade handed him by Lucifer. But he was no fighter, he was a miner, and his age compounded his unfamiliarity with swords to make it an awkward hold at best. After a moment, he simply allowed the blade's tip to bite the dirt and leaned upon the pommel of the hilt, looking at the both of them with coldly calculating eyes.
Arleth's hysterics weren't quite in matching with his earlier displayed personality, the sort of tight-lipped self-control that he had exhibited. That alone was cause for suspicion, but then if the vassal spoke for him, and they had no real founded reason not to believe him, as he was trusted by their governing lord, there wasn't really much reason not to believe him...
It didn't sit well with him, but he wasn't a man used to defying authority, and that was precisely what Lucifer represented. If the hand of their lord said it was so...
"I'll take ye'r off'red collat'r'l, and 'old ye t'ye'r word," he agreed, reaching out to take both orbs from Arleth, as he didn't really know which was which, and it didn't particularly matter to him anyway. Having two would just make things easier to hold back on the man anyway, more reason for him to return.
With a jerk of his head, he directed a woman in the crowd towards Lucifer, and though she regarded him (and his apparently unstable cohort) with a look of fear and unsure-ness, she knelt at his side and took his hand and arm into her own hands and closed her eyes.
A warmth washed over Lucifer almost immediately, as if it were gushing from her hands like water, It filled the space between his broken bones, drawing the ends back together as if in slow motion of the even that had rent them apart, repairing nerves and blood vessels and quieting veins, stitching skin back together and fixing all that was ailing him. From there, she paid the same attention to the Pokemon still in possession of each of them, even without their express request. Unfortunately she could only heal wounds and could not rejuvenate them without them actually resting.
But Scyther at least was still ready to go.
"I 'ope very much t'see ye'r return, Paige," the man stated with a gruff nod, granting permission for them to go. Behind them, in the direction of the cries, the people parted to give them access to the road once more.
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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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Aug 25 2008, 04:21 PM
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Ha perfect, these simpletons easily fell for my masquerade. Brilliance, pure brilliance is the word that can be used to describe my ability to slip right out of sticky situations such as this one. Though the way Lucifer told these fools that I was mentally unstable didn’t exactly sit right for me. An insult of the highest decree was it to call someone of my standard mentally unstable. There would have to be a price to pay, but for now I would allow for it to go on.
"I'll take ye'r off'red collat'r'l, and 'old ye t'ye'r word
Ugh, accents and in such a tone only proved to me how simple minded these people actually were. But something felt strange, both of my hands which held balls felt light. My eyes shot upward to see that this man had taken both misdreavus and phanpy. I had a great need for having phanpy with me and just having him take my elephant away from me didn’t sit well either. Without even realizing it my body acted on reflex unsheathing both my short sword in my right hand and my dagger in my left hand. I was going to kill this man right here, right now in front of all of these people, but I didn’t care at all. As a matter of fact I would just kill all of them as the circled around in what would soon be their grave.
Everything was changing in my eyes, normal hues weren’t normal anymore. I no longer saw different colors all I could see was everything with a tint of red. The man’s skin before me, his eyes, the trees, walls, everything was red. A river of blood had already flown through this town panting everything a very bloody red. Just as I was about to lose myself and slice this man’s throat open just to enjoy a slight sip of his blood I realized that they were allowing us to pass. Holding back my bloodlust I tossed Lucifer my short sword, since he was giving up his own to these men he would need some sort of weapon to use even if only temporary. Besides my crossbow will be all I needed to kill that damned assassin, especially since Altair and Gastly had done most of the job leaving me to do nothing but clean up and grab that dagger.
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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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Lucifer Arem
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Aug 31 2008, 12:55 PM
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[Glad this didn't take me 12 days >____>;;;;]
Lucifer sighed a contented sigh of endless relief as he watched events unfold. At long last, it seemed their situation was resolved... Of course, it hadn't been much more than a couple of minutes for the whole group, but due to the stretching tension which had surrounded the whole occurrance, every second had felt like an hour in and of itself. And when four minutes suddenly feels like ten days, that's a looong time... But yes, it seemed it was all finally over, and they were free to return to their previous business, stuff Lucifer had almost forgotten about! He was almost being forced to think several steps ahead, something he very much disliked, but didn't allow it to sit with him any more than necessary, as the man bid them accepted.
The Healer came, and moments later, Lucifer felt as though his hand had been purged of its pain by the convalescing touch of the woman. If he knew what holding his hand under a warm, running tap felt like, he could probably hold the feeling akin to that. But due, obviously, to the fact that they didn't exist, he simply viewed the whole experience as unsettling, unnatural, and a further stoke in his hatred for his fellow man; to wield this magic he himself couldn't probably caused jealousy, or at the least he felt an innate dislike for the brandishing of the supernatural.
Well that was all the interaction he'd need with these people terminated, following a grunt of agreement to the man, after he said how he expected Lucifer's return. He looked to the path which was forming betwixt the people as they parted, and his lips flickered into a smile as he thought about killing a second man... Almost on cue, Arleth chucked him the shortsword, which he caught, turning to look at the second man. It wasn't nearly as nice in his hand as the claymore, and even that hadn't satisfied him, but it would suffice for now, as he could hardly go obtain another broadsword.
Glancing to Scyther to follow, Lucifer began to walk off, assuming Arleth to be in tow, too. Not that he would order him to, for he would allow the man at least that much of a sense of control. He, after all, wasn't actually the agreed leader of their pairing... Just the more controlling. Speaking of controlling, he had to question Scyther again for details on where the Gastly would be, now, and whilst they were walking through the crowds, asked again what he had previous to this scenario...
"Okay, let us try this again, Scyther... Did you catch that evil Gastly? If so did he attack you? If not did he actually escape? And in what direction did you see him last?"
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Sep 4 2008, 02:23 PM
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As they walked, Scyther hung his head and shook it slightly, raising one massively bladed arm to point back in the direction from which he had come, indicating, in this case, the direction in which the Pokemon in question had fled beyond his ability to pursue. It was just too easy to completely lose a ghost like that in the darkness of a mostly-sleeping town. It was Gastly's best setting, almost, and yet had nothing to do with Scyther's. If he had been a little bit faster, perhaps...
At the end of the street, where it changed to a T and split off to their left and right, they took the left, as it was from there that Arleth had come and it was from that general direction that the sounds Altair was making were coming.
And causing one hell of a ruckus to their likely overly worried ears at the moment.
Altair, apparently able to see them from wherever the heck he was standing, hissed at them and probably made a motion with his hands to show them where he was, though it was far too dark for them to see. There was a scuffling, barely audible, from behind him, and a flash of light blue stabbed through the night twenty yards down the road, disappearing behind something small before reappearing, at the same time as Altair cried out.
The slice of blue, moving at a strange speed down the road, not a run but not a walk, started in the opposite direction of Arleth and Lucifer. If there was pursuit by Altair or Gastly, wherever either was, it wasn't apparent.
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Sep 6 2008, 06:12 PM
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Each step I took created more agitation and acrimonious feelings within my body. I had been adhered in this forsaken lapidary cinerarium for much longer then what I had originally premeditated. How had going into town to restore myself to my conventional fighting health taken a 360 forcing me to stay in town to kill yet another person? Everywhere I happened to traverse in my wake I would leave quietus, anguish, calamity, and blood. Yes…blood my hands…these hands cared naught for people’s feelings they brought blood. These bloody hands of mine they manipulated my entire body from my thought process to the actions before. Or was it something else?
Stopping right where I stood I looked down at my hands. As I looked down at what I thought to be a hand I only realized that no longer were my hands really hands. Long, scelrous fingers glared back at me as the calluses in my palm regarded me in distain. These things were no longer hands, but instead more so resembled claws allowed me to realize what I really was. I was a Haruspex, a prophet. Why hadn’t I realized this before now? My bloodlust, my willingness to kill, lack of remorse, lack of mercy, and my infatuation with blood all of these characteristics weren’t grown onto me they were gifts. And only now, as I looked down at my hands did I realize these gifts given to me by the bloody handed god.
This sudden awakening of mine continued rather amazingly as all of the brutality I had encountered in my long years on this world seem to all align perfectly. Everything, including this was only a test to see if I was the true Messiah or a lowly Acolyte. I knew what I was to do and who I was. I was Arleth Vann, Disciple of Khaine, the Bloody Handed God, Prophet and Messiah for the Bloody Hand Temple. A murderous smile flashed upon my face as I turned to face Lucifer as well as his pet Scyther. He was like me, someone who didn’t value human life and he wasn’t alone. There were others out there in this world like him and it is people like those who belong in the Temple. Yes, just as soon as I could make my grand exit from this desolate hellhole of a town I would have to start the building of my temple and maybe, just maybe Sir Lucifer would be as so honored as to assist me.
Suddenly though I was brought back to my senses from a loud commotion. During my awakening I had somehow moved without being fully conscious of it and I now stood before a T intersection of the street. While I was unable to see Altair the small black killer had me in his vision. His loud hiss echoed in my ear as I was able to distinguish a flash of blue light within the dark alleyway. The assassin which held my weapon, my water imbued dagger was now moving down the alleyway in a strange pace. It was too slow to be a run, yet too fast to be considered a normal walk. I could feel my visage twist into a horrendous snarl as my feet began to move breaking into a mad sprint. In my right hand I held my loaded crossbow while my left hand waved close to my mighty Sledge Hammer from which I had plundered from old Sledge. While I could also easily reach my dagger I knew that I hadn’t trained in knife fighting since I was a wee lad and because of this I would only get myself killed if I pulled out that dagger. The darkness seemed to engulf my body as I continued to sprint onwards toward this so called assassin maybe one two or even three bolts to the chest might send him to the other world. Or maybe I would get Altair to stop lugging around with Gastly. I couldn’t see either of the two but I knew they had to be around here somewhere.
“Altair! Gastly! Both of you bumbling idiots pursue our victim, he has lived for far too long!”
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Sep 13 2008, 04:38 PM
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Lucifer, by all accounts, seemed to be lagging behind, and out of loyalty rather than interest in the enemy apparent, his Scyther did as well, foiling any small hope for back-up that Arleth might have had, and didn't realize.
Ah well, such was life. Surely Khain's Messiah would be fine against an injured thief, along with the help of his Pokemon, what with he himself being in top physical condition from the recent healing (one of many).
To his call, only Altair responded, with Gastly giving no indication that he was either present or conscious. If he was the latter, It wouldn't' be the first time. He seemed to always be the hardest worked of the lot, somehow. It was likely his utility, his special abilities that Arleth used so much of that had him always being short-strawed on the whole lifeline thing.
Altair, though, scuttled as quickly as he could out of the alleyway, obviously dragging one leg and holding one arm, moving after the man as he limped down the street as well. Arleth himself was gaining on him faster than his Pokemon was, though running with a sledgehammer on his person as it was was no easy task, it slowed him down a bit. He would probably have to end up practicing with it a bit before he could run without it being awkward.
It would still be heavy, but less awkward, at least.
The man was slowly coming into range, and Arleth could make out his clothes, make out the slightly shiny trail that he was leaving behind. He wore his pack on his back now, providing at least some shielding from Arleth's back attacks, and his blade was held in his right hand, jogging randomly as he ran.
The end of the road was coming up fast though, with only a turn to the right to be had. There was no way Arleth could lose him, either...
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Sep 13 2008, 06:49 PM
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Calling out to my pokemon I knew Altair, that murderous pokemon, would answer back, however I didn’t expect Gastly not too. For whatever reason that highly annoying wraith had become useless to me. Though I did notice Altair was sporting a couple of injuries himself. The dark pokemon was dragging one of his legs and was holding his arm. My thief “friend” seemed to have quite the knack for disabling his pokemon rendering them completely worthless to me. Cursing my luck I spat on the ground as I continued to track my friend. However a realization had suddenly came to me, I didn’t know if he had any pokemon on his possession.
Grinding my teeth I cursed at the very thought of that. I didn’t have phanpy on me, nor was Gastly even able to battle and Altair well…I’m not even certain about his fighting condition as of now. Of course this meant one thing...Silar, my new Koffing, and I possibly would become friends faster then what I had originally anticipated. Quickly shaking all of these notions from my head I continued onward sprinting after this thief.
My hammer might have been a more wieldable weapon for me currently its weight was starting to get the best of me right now. The heaviness of that lone hammer caused running to become awkward as well as slowed me down slightly, but I would not let this stop me killing that man. Even now I noticed the distance between us closing as I could see the trail left by the dagger, I could see the man’s cloths and more importantly I saw a pack on his back. Greedy images filled with gold, weapons, armor, and possibly pokemon began to flood my mind as again I had my eyes set on killing this man.
Greed wracked at my patience totally destroying it instantaneously. Without realizing what I was doing I felt my finger slide on my crossbow’s trigger releasing a lone bolt aimed right below the thief’s backpack. I assumed that if I could land that one bolt it would penetrate his lower vertebra near his tailbone possibly stopping him from running anymore. Regardless as that lone bolt flew through the sky I hastened my pace trying to not only keep chase with the man, but reload my crossbow.
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Oct 27 2008, 04:13 PM
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Between Arleth running, and his target running, there was a lot of bouncing and jouncing going on, enough so that his accuracy was something somewhat lower than his intention. His shot was of a level with his target, of course, it still struck beneath the jangling pack of goodies, but it was a little to the side, thudding deep into his kidney.
It wasn't quite the shot Arleth was hoping for, no doubt, but it certainly had a semi-intented effect.
Without the least shred of dignity the man screamed his pain and toppled forward, rolling a few feet and leaving a little trail of bits of metal and shattered glass behind him, as well as a spreading pool of blood.
He wasn't dead, judging by the moaning and the slow, twitchy sort of movement, but he might as well be.
Or he might wish he had been by the time Arleth got up to him.
Altair reached him first, swiping at the hand that only weakly held the blade. Long bloody scratches appeared on the back of his hand and the blade skittered across the street two or three feet. The man couldn't even get up the energy to yelp.
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Nov 19 2008, 12:30 AM
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This is gona be crappy but what the hey its been forever.
I watched my bolt pierce through the dark night slicing through the air as it found itself embedded within that man's side. My aim wasn't exactly what I had thought it to be, from either the darkness around me or the movement or maybe even from all of my other extraneous activities, none the less however it didn't matter for it gave me almost what I had intended.
My prey had released the sound which I had heard quite often in my life. A scream. A magnificent, dignity shattering, pain filled, cacophonous scream. Oh how I felt a great sensation, no more of a wondrous rush fill my body all while I watched him tumble to the ground in a not so modest way. Regardless of how the poor lump fell he was now lying in a pool of his own life force, something that Altair would drink well tonight.
Speaking of Altair my dark demonic entity had covered ground quicker then I had imaged. I didn't even realize it was him until his ivory claws struck out at this would be assassin's hand leaving long blooded marks as well as knocking my enchanted dagger a few feet away. Allowing my white fangs, rather teeth to show from my mouth I slowed my pace down to a very slow walk. This man was going to die, but not to my hands this time I was going to allow Altair to have his fun while I grab my belongings.
"Altair," I began speaking naught above a sepulchral whisper. "It looks as if our friend...has lost our little game of tag. Whats more is it seems that his HP has dropped to a critical point haha and he has no more lives left to play. I know how much you like to play and you haven't had the chance to for a while so go finish him off for me please sir. Oh...and make sure you use Crush Claw to rip out his heart before you behead him. Also, make sure you slice clean through his head...I really wouldn't want to have to finish cleaning up."
If I could have seen Altair's face or cared to look at it for that matter I probably would have greatly enjoyed the look of pure bliss as I gave him the command to kill. That hellspawn of a pokemon had a desire to kill much more then even I had at times, but I didn't care for that right now. Right now I had to go pick up that dagger the foolish thief had, not only that but I still had to find Gastly's unconcious body somewhere so that damned ghost could rest up. Only then would I be able to return to those damned villagers and retrieve Phanpy back.
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Equipment: Enchanted Crossbow, Sledge Hammer. Shortsword, Dagger. 18 refs... Killing Krew Murder Count...4 It slowly grows by the day..
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