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Post by randombarbarianguy on Feb 22, 2007 22:05:11 GMT -4
"well, im gonna check them out. thanks for the drink." *as he says this, the big man stands up and walk to the stairs, while silently hoping he got a natural 20 on his stealth check*
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Post by Sir Ify on Feb 26, 2007 22:02:10 GMT -4
Well honestly I do not know much more about them. Perhaps that is why I fear them so much, is because I know so little of them. For example, the reason people are afraid of darkness is that they dont know what lies beyond it. I must find them, figure out their motives, who they work for, and why the hell they are trying to kill me.
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Post by zookie on Feb 26, 2007 22:18:27 GMT -4
"Right." Kayla pauses, looking at him skeptically. "That's...very vague. For all we know you could be a mass-murderer on the run. Perhaps you lure your prey to random bars and off them before anyone's the wiser, I don't know. And although i hate to sound like a bad sci-fi rerun, i must ask; how do we know we can trust you?"
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Post by Specter on Feb 26, 2007 23:21:46 GMT -4
Rain, it pattered off the armor, running down to the earth where it would have landed, had its path not been blocked by the warrior. His shape a siluete behind the periodic flashes of lightning. He was given a demonic apearence by the shape of his armor. Rain never bothered him, it was clean, pure. It made his armor shine, glisten like silver in the lightning, who's light was reflected a thousand times in his eyes. He rode on his trusted hoarse into a small village. It was dead in the rain, all lights extinquished, all doors shut, all lives hidden. Anyone out in this weather was either up to no good or had a good reason to be. He was part of the latter. he looked for anything to be happening in this tiny place. Zeami was here.
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Post by Sir Ify on Feb 27, 2007 10:21:58 GMT -4
(NICE =) Im impressed ^^^^^^^^)
Ah well I guess that does pose a problem for me doesnt it? I cant really prove anything to you so I guess the only way for me to gain your trust is time. Think about it this way, you two are powerful enough to easily overtake me. It seems to me that not only would it be a two to one fight, but if I attempted to decieve you it would just end in my death. Also, If I attempted to assassinate you while you slept, I certainly woulnt be here talking to you, I would just wait for the perfect moment tonight to strike.
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Post by Matildas Messanger on Mar 4, 2007 10:26:03 GMT -4
A stench seemed to fill the nostrils of a young man who looked lost. At this point he was in such a mood that the smell could have been another element to punish him in this all too new place he had arrived in. Still, he appeared powerful and resolute when he stood up to face the actual source of the stench. You see, this was a man who lived to face problems and solve them. What appeared to be a very stong man was about to start a classic bar brawl with the young man who seemed lost. There is no reason to give a reason for this fight, for once one has taken in enough ale, reasons for to make mistakes seem to rise from the graveyard of your mind. The graveyard full of sinful thoughts you thought you had laid to rest.
Thuds could be heard from the tavern lounge, and for an instant if one cupped their ear they might hear the sound of some one talking loudly in a low voice. After a few secconds the cry of many voices rang out. There was obviously a comotion out front......For all anyone in one of the taverns rooms could tell, it may have been a group of men attacking the commoners.
(I'm very rusty so give me a few posts to get back in the groove. Treat me like a fragil old lady!)
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Post by zookie on Mar 4, 2007 14:10:15 GMT -4
(( Ahahahaha...Granny. ))
Kayla, who had opened her mouth as though to answer, closed it and looked down quizzically at the distant thuds. "...Huh." she said slowly, and then looked up again when the door suddenly swung open. Shadow walked in, making a beeline to the window. "There's fighting downstairs," he said shortly, to the room at large. "Very exciting."
Kayla's mouth curved into a smile. "You didn't stay to participate?"
Shadow gave her a Look. "Obviously not."
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Post by Sir Ify on Mar 5, 2007 7:35:47 GMT -4
How many are there and what did they look like? Do you think we can take em or should we make a run for it? I'm sure there is a good back way out of this place but we are on the second floor and I would rather not jump from such a height.
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Post by Astral on Mar 5, 2007 21:03:17 GMT -4
Artemis gave a quick half smirk as she absent-mindedly picked at the edge of her shirt. "Knowing this place its probably just a common bar brawl. A bunch of drunks arguing about the height of the king or something intellectual, I'm sure." She straightened, sat up, and yawned. "But it would be wise to investigate nontheless."
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Post by zookie on Mar 6, 2007 21:04:53 GMT -4
Shadow quirked an eyebrow at the both of them. "My, so eager. Although, ladies of the room, perhaps you both would be interested to know that there is a powerful young man involved. Handsome, one could say, as well. Perhaps Artemis is looking for another suitor? You have rejected all the others your concerned advisors have found."
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Post by Matildas Messanger on Mar 6, 2007 21:35:54 GMT -4
There must have been some truth to what shadow was saying. Not many average villagers could uppercut a man so hard that his head slammed up against the cealing causing the first truly loud thud to noise throughout the room that they were all in.
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Post by Sir Ify on Mar 6, 2007 22:05:59 GMT -4
Well would it be wise to check it out or not? *looks quite annoyed at everyone always ignoring his questions*
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Post by zookie on Mar 6, 2007 23:25:29 GMT -4
Kayla tilted her head downwards again, listening to the thunks. "I've stayed at many an inn with a brawl going on downstairs," she said. "It's not like it's uncommon. No reason to check out and waste your money, unless they head up here. And even then, best lock your doors and get on with it. If they take the effort to break down your actual door then they're probably not your common pub-crawlers."
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Dpwmstairs the bartender was most disgruntled. Generally he let these things just take their course, since generally these sort of fights didn't result in much, but even he wouldn't let one man kill another in his very own front room. Morals, honor, and business reputation required he step in. Fortunately, he had every batender's friend stashed away under the counter- an old oak club, pitted and scored. Next to it he also had a Smith and Wesson 38, but he only used that in real emergencies. Start pulling guns in his pub and some customer was sure to think guns were allowed on their next visit.
So he pulled out the club and stepped from behind the counter, the gold coin from earlier having been hidden even before the fight started. He walked within a few feet of the young man and the man whose skull was surely very sore. "Hey," he said, pitching his voice to carry, and addressing mostly the younger man, since he seemed to be the one doing all the damage. "No fighting. Take it outside if you must get on with it, but I've customers who don't want to be involved."
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Post by Specter on Mar 6, 2007 23:55:01 GMT -4
It was peaceful, quiet. All was deathly still and silent save the rain and thunder. But beneath them another sound was hidden. As if using the thunder as its shield. This was the sound of battle. He directed his hoarse to the sound of the comotion, and gently shook the reigns, telling the trusted beast to hasten its pace. He stood before a tavern, the only lighted building in town. He could safely assume it was the conflict of some rubbish inside. In his years he had become accustomed to bars and what happened inside them. Experience told him it was a waste of time. Something else however, told him otherwise. He did not know what it was or how to describe it. However I can tell you so that you may understand. It was something he had little of left now, youth. It could best be described as the feeling one gets when they go for a walk down a familiar path in a familiar forest. You have been there time and again, yet there is always room for something to be different. You do not feel that anything has changed, yet the mystery compells you. It was this same feeling of mystery that compelled the warrior. He felt he had best secure the upper levels so that he would have an advantage if things should turn out serious. So, feeling a bit childish but good about himself, he stood on his hoarse's back and jumped up to a window on the second floor. This he pryed open and entered the room beyond. Which, by whatmany different oppinnions would call fate, destiny, devine intervention, or pure scientific chance, was the room Kayla and the others were residing in. Seeing people standing around in no sort of alarm at all made him feel rather childish. But Zeami was one of many who after greying years began to apriciate what being a child felt like.
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Post by Matildas Messanger on Mar 7, 2007 8:00:15 GMT -4
After the bar tender spoke, the young man stopped and grew a face so calm it was hard to belive he was fighting. "Sorry sir" he said as he put down his fists. At that point the trouble maker was knocked out. The young man picked him up with both arms almost like he was about to thrash on him some more. Instead he carried him over to the end of the room where he had came from, sat him down the best he could, and began to nurse the trouble makers wounds. "I really am sorry sir" he said once more, "Please, I need a place to stay, and I didn't start this."
Ofcourse, the fight being over allowed for a still silence upstairs.
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Post by zookie on Mar 7, 2007 8:35:28 GMT -4
Zeami appeared in the window. Shadow didn't move from his spot at the sill, only turned his head to give the new arrival a glare, but Kayla immediately stood up. She palmed a knife from her belt into her hand at the same time. "Not our average pub-crawlers, then," she said, under her breath. "Now, sir, what i've got to ask you now is whether or not i really need this knife in my hand. So. Do I?"
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The bartender blinked in surprise. "Ah, leave him be," he said, waving to the troublemaker. "He did start it, he can suffer for it too. And for you..."
He shifted the club on his shoulder, unsure of what to say. "You looking for work, boy?" he asked, not unkindly.
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