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Post by Lucian on Jan 22, 2006 3:52:57 GMT -5
This is a small RP between myself and Cici. Entering it with out express permission of myself or her will result in your post being deleted AND me kicking your ass. You have been forewarned!
Name: Syth Lucian Thanatos Age: 23 Gender: Male Species: Human Eye Color(s): Red Hair Color(s) and Style: Blonde Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): Pale White Other Physical Details: Average build, with a bit of fat Personality Traits: Cynical, sarcastic, caustic, and wise. Skills and Abilities: A Dark Mage 2nd Class, diplomacy, ancient languages and texts, minor thief like abilities. Weapon(s): A simple dagger, Mono his pet Emoto. Alignment: Neutral Evil Home on Mobius/Earth: Noctrune, home of all Dark Magic Users. Short History: Syth was always adept at magic, even as a child minor incantations were a snap for the prodigy. How ever, after experiencing some of the more difficult trials in life he finds himself mastering the Dark Arts of Wizardry. His training left him with a mysterious ailment, and peculiar aversions to sunlight. Syth is a force to be reckond with on the battle field as well as the strategy table.
Name: CAPT. Ash N' Bones Age: A lady never tells! Gender: Female Species: Human Eye Color(s): Blue Hair Color(s) and Style: Blue Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): A well tanned golden sheen. Other Physical Details: Busty, brutal, and armed to the teeth. You would loose an arm wrestling match with her. Personality Traits: Blunt, Frank, Lustful, and occationally impatient. Skills and Abilities: As a Captain of a pirate vessel she is familar with all forms of water travel, if it has a sail she can run it. Profiecent in all sailor knowledge like knots, survival, and of course battle. Weapon(s): The Rapier as well as a set of throwing daggers. Alignment: Chaotic Good Home on Mobius/Earth: The Open Sea Short History: Ash was once the prominant Captain of the Gray Dust, the most feared pirate vessel ever to sail the 9 Seas. No ship how big or small was safe from her watchful eye and she accumulated a massive fortune over the years of her travels. But strangely, one night while anchored in what should have been shallow sea, a large storm crushed the boat and sent the treasure and everything but her into a deep casm. Now adventuring to build up enough Gold to higher the right Mages to excivate her treasure. Ash roams with Syth and Company on a short self imposed leash.
Name: Bubbles Illuie Age: 16 Gender: Female Species: Human Eye Color(s): Pink Hair Color(s) and Style: Red Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): A soft olive tint Other Physical Details: Child like in frame and appearance, hasn't matured in bust or in hips. Personality Traits: Gulible, Immature, Short Attention Span, very well bubbly. Skills and Abilities: A White Mage 3rd Class, and a few Monk like abilities. Weapon(s): A small cane used for walking and some spells. Alignment: Lawful Good Home on Mobius/Earth: Effulgent, home to all Light Magic users. Short History: Bubbles is a ditz, there's just no beating around the bush. She is dense, stupid, easily destracted and very immature. But also the youngest mage ever to reach 3 Class in the last four hundred years. While not the usual type of personality that accompanies a person who gets by in life taming the wild magics bestowed upon mortals by the Gods, many believe it is her innocent nature that allows her to so clearly channel Lamicent, the local pantheons Benevolent God of Healing. After entering her Journeyman Phase of Light Mage Training she was mesmerized by Tweak's armor in the market place and has been a fixture in his life ever since, whether he likes it or not. . ..
Name: Tweak Morgrimette Age: 27 Gender: Male Species: Human Eye Color(s): Brown Hair Color(s) and Style: A deep chestnut. Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): White, but rosy cheeked. Other Physical Details: A man of muscle, attained by spending many hours practicing the blade. Personality Traits: Slow, simple, easily to please, stoic Skills and Abilities: Practicioner of the Heavenly Tortise Style Weapon(s): One Broad Sword, One Broad Shield Alignment: Neutral Good Home on Mobius/Earth: Martia, famed school of fighters. Short History: Tweak is easily the anchor of the group. No matter how harrowing or how dull Tweak is a steady constant. Granted, this can be brutally infuriating at times being so stoic and calm, especially in situations that involve a great deal more screaming and panic but by and large he is a rock. Many confuse him being quiet for being dumb, as is the stigma of his profession. But save for the times when he is "triggered" he is a slow and steady person. He got his name because when ever he gets overly chilled his personality gets more and more manic. Earned in his training days at the Academy after a run in with an Ice Golum.
Name: Mono Emotos Age: 2 Gender: Female Species: Emotos Eye Color(s): Red Hair Color(s) and Style: Black, sleek, broad feathers. Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): Black steel beak. Other Physical Details: Think of a stream lined ostrich. Personality Traits: Animal intellect, dangerous, malicous. Skills and Abilities: Can carry three small passangers, two medium passangers, or one heavy mounted passanger long distances. Requires little to eat and never seems to drink water, at all. A magically created creature summoned to be the pet of a dark mage. Weapon(s): Two razor sharp tallons, and a piercing beak. Alignment: Neutral Evil Home on Mobius/Earth: None, follows Syth Short History: Syth needed a pet to watch his back. Something sentient enough to see danger in all it's form, useful enough to be worth caring for, and dumb enough not to run away when things got really hairy. Thus, Mono was created. After taking a normal Emoto, he bound a dark spirit to it and fed it demon flesh till maturity. After graduating from the Dark Mage Academy he had a fully grown, and very dangerous pet and transport.
Name: Callidus Age: Unknown Gender: Male Species: Godling Eye Color(s): Blue Hair Color(s) and Style: Brown Fur/Skin/Scale Color(s): A well tanned farm hand color Other Physical Details: Roughly the size and shape of a 17 year old boy. Personality Traits: Mischievious, mercurial, easily amused, greedy. Skills and Abilities: The Demi-God of thieves can not be easily bound, nor killed. Though the right kind of magic or the right kind of weapon can kill him. A master thief, if it's not nailed down then he can steal it. A master of hiding in shadows, back stabbing, assasination, persuasion, and ofcourse the usual picking locks and pockets. Weapon(s): A long, very painful looking serrated dagger. Alignment: True Neutral Home on Mobius/Earth: Realm of the Gods Short History: See current story arcs.
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Post by Lucian on Jan 22, 2006 15:37:21 GMT -5
To start, I'm posting the backlog of what Cici and I have already done. She'll be white, I'll be red.
“What a day.
The grass beneath my robes was soft and warm from the mid afternoon sunlight. Resting beneath a plum tree on a small hillock on the plains was a small slice of paradise. The cool breeze coming down from the mountains was a quaint reminder that the seasons were going to change but the bitter winds of winter were still a while off yet. I adjust the brim of my hat to avoid the setting rays of the sun hitting my sensitive eyes. I never could handle sunlight all that well after graduating from the Enchanter’s School but I suppose that’s a small price to pay when you can conjure the powers of the cosmos to do your bidding.
I look down at my hands, folded in my lap, the pale still fleshy digits wiggling in the fresh air, a rare treat these days I as seem to sleep in my Casting Gloves. Even with their protective enchantments my palms still look like a pair of Carpenter’s hands. Shaping raw magic in to recognizable spells comes to more of a cost than simple study and focus of mind. I recall Old Master Balthazar’s hands being skeletal, the fate that ultimately befalls those rare souls fortunate to live to that venerable age of Dark Magic Users. I’d be lying if I said I looked forward to that, and not for some petty cosmetic reason like my graduation ring not fitting anymore. No, you have to trade a bit of yourself to the greater powers to channel them and the more you focus the more you trade. I’m rather keen on being human, at least as long as I can be anyway. . . .
Hmm, almost dinner time and the meat shield isn’t back from his foraging yet and the time we allotted for stopping is almost up. Ah well, no rest for the wicked I suppose. I wonder what my goody goody counter part is up to, probably trying to still convert the pirate. You’d think she’d give it arrest after convincing the Warrior to become a Paladin when we go through her hometown of Effulgence; I almost pity the poor wharf rat. I knew she’d give up on me right away. It would be like me teaching her how to throw a fireball, just not going to happen. Hmm, better get Mono over here and saddled up, it’s still a long ride till our nightfall camp time and I’m not about to be held up because of my lazy co-adventurers.”
Syth stands up and brushes the few clinging blades of grass from his black silken robes, they flutter away in the quaint breeze and are lost in the fields stretching out in every direction. The deep throated chirp tell him his avian steed Mono, is aware that he’s approaching and won’t react in his standard of viciously biting who ever is coming with in lounging range. Emotos are remarkably loyal to their masters and will follow them even into monster-ridden environments but this one was bred with some darker lineage and had a mean streak a mile wide. Some say the species evolved from a slightly smaller bird that was also flightless but had a penchant for sticking its head in the ground when frightened. So far, the only time Syth had seen Mono do that was when there was a rather large rodent running away from his hungry fanged jaws.
After saddling up the temperamental creature and checking his saddle bags the Dark Magic User followed the sound of religious banter till he found the two of his remaining three fellow adventurers. He was pretty sure the only thing that kept Capt. Bones from running Mistress Illuie through was her Oath to not shed a kinsman’s blood till they got to the next ocean. Not high on morals or secular debate the ex-pirate captain had few rules and fewer standards. An excellent thing to have when traveling with a less than bright swordsman and an Enchanter. Granted, being bound by the Adventurer’s Guild with a Seaman’s Oath was not Capt. Bone’s idea of fun but having lost her ship and crew in a freak storm leaves on a bit more humble than your average pirate. Nor did it stop our enterprising Light Mage from capitalizing on the sea woman’s predicament.
“But Ash, you have to concede that the healing power of Lamicent is a phenomenal thing! Think of all the injuries of yours I’ve mended over the days of our travels, you might have died on the road many times had I not prayed to Her for aid!” Bubbles Illuie preached with vigor. No in a way that was a coercive stab but an innocent statement made out of naiveté while unintentionally effective but just as dangerous.
“I canna disagree with your statements lass, but if I recall correctly most of those times I was saving her hide from meeting your Goddess when I sustained my injuries. Of course, I’ve never met a traveler that wasn’t proficient in more than walking stick either, but I suppose we all serve a purpose to the ‘Greater Good’ regardless of first appearances. And if I told you once I told you a thousand times, the name’s Capt. Bones, just cause I’m not standing on me ship doesn’t mean you can just ignore me title!” Ash grumped in response, not genuinely angry with the girl but growing weary of her daily attempts to see the vibrant affect the Goddess of Light Lamicent could have on her life.
Snickering as he rode by Syth muttered barely audible under his breath, “Aye, you’d need to hold your breath a good long while and holding a big rock to stand on the deck of your ship. . .” A whistle zips by his ear and the bright sun stings his eyes.
“What was that Good Enchanter? I dunna think I heard ye correctly?” the pirate replies with an innocent look.
Dismounting, Syth picks up his fallen hat while squinting painfully. Plucking the small throwing knife from the conical portion topping the brim he innocently looks toward the heavens, “Oh my, Bubbles! I believe it’s raining daggers again! This one took off my hat just a moment, we’d better move out before we get caught in the storm.”
Totally forgetting her previous train of thought and having not caught the subtle flick of the wrist that sent the missile to collide with the Dark Mage’s hat the Light Mage starts to scurry to her bags and collects her personal effects, “You’re right! I wouldn’t want to wake up surrounded in blades again like last week! I’ll go find Tweak so we can start on the road again!”
The mage and pirate turn to one another and a brief moment of ill will passes between the too. “Cant’s go a mile with out arguing with her eh pirate?” “Bad choice of words, mage.” “Good aim though.” “Better diversion.”
Checking to see that their more pious associates weren’t in sight the mage and sea woman embraced each other momentarily. Their normally impersonal and sometimes outright hostile natures being pushed aside for a brief moment of unrequited passion.
What a day.
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 16:51:59 GMT -5
The moment was all too short, the pirate felt, as she reluctantly pushed and was pushed away from the mage, his touch still burning like flame upon her skin. The others had called and like obedient little puppies they had to continue on- but moving on meant keeping up the farce even longer. It was not difficult, in fact, their bantering proved to be fun, and relaxing and a way to keep the annoying healer at bay for a little while. "Git a move on ye lazy book turner lest ye find another dagger embedded in that fine hat of yours!" With a sly grin the pirate lightly steps from her place and with sure feet that come only from years of balance work, she disappears in the direction of the others. "I've not seen any other daggers from the sky, I do believe that it has let up for now - perhaps my prayers have been answered!" Bubbles mentions, coming out from under the branches of a large tree, her hand stretched out tentatively as if to test for real rain. The fighter-turned-paladin stands up from where he had been polishing his armor and his sword - both of which now shone brightly in the sun's rays. The pirate rolls her eyes and as she jogs past the fighter a bit of dirt hits his freshly cleaned armor, he scowls and looks like he is about to say something she takes on a fully apologetic look and goes up to him, "oh my, I’m so sorry lad, I dinna mean to ruin yer nice job there, shall I just polish it a bit for you?" Before he has a chance to reply she has bent over, her cleavage showing nicely and making his breath catch in his throat, "Milady I..." "Ah- dinnae milady me, I've ne're been a lady!" She laughs and finishes polishing off the armor to its near shiny state that it was before, just in time for the mage to enter the scene- seeing the firm pirate ass right in his line of vision, and that very same pirate fawning over the fighter. Syth growls in disgust and as he and his evil demon bird stride into the clearing where the others stand he mutters in a guttural voice, "I think that the armor is shiny enough, we do not want to blind ourselves- and wench, it would be wise for you to pay attention to the task at hand instead of acting like some brainless tavern wench who’s only thought is to be divided and plundered. I do believe your salt-soaked brain can understand that" Ash stands up slowly and looks over at the mage with a withering look, "so sorry if that offended the fine sense of one who obviously has no taste for women, for if he did he certainly would not have found that sight offensive." He snorts in reply and moves on, heading out of the clearing, not waiting for the others to catch up. The rest follow along quickly, the paladin taking lead as soon as he is able to push past the mage- the fighter looks disturbed as if something were seriously bothering him. The rest of the party is oddly quiet as they trudge along towards the next town so that they can replenish supplies.
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 16:57:43 GMT -5
The rest of the trip was largely uneventful, aside from the occasional yelp from Bubbles when she would forget to keep pace and dawdle back with in range of Mono’s waiting beak. Perhaps it was the aura of goodliness the lass possessed that made the irate bird want to take a chunk out of her, then again the white hooded robes favored by the Light Mages were just as suspect as far at the mount was concerned. Around time number twelve Syth stopped reining the bird in and Mono took a peck of white thread on his latest attempt. Deciding not to push her luck any further, Bubbles walked far more swiftly to the front of the line the troupe strode and led the pack instead of hanging with her fellow magic user.
“You know Syth, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. . . .” Tweak said in a non-challant manner, falling back parallel with the Dark Mage but well out of biting distance. Looking up from his book, eyes already starting to roll. “No, I can’t pull a rabbit out of my hat. If I could we wouldn’t be eating these cold rations over and over.” Syth said in a tone dripping with sarcasm.
A look of temporary puzzlement washed over the noble features of the warrior as he shook away that twisted notion and corrected the spell-caster. “No, not that. I’ve been meaning to ask why it is you ride everywhere? In spite of the robes I can tell you’re not frail or crippled of a sort. You’re not built like a common laborer but you have more meant on your bones than most mages I’ve encountered. I also know you’re not lazy because you’re spearheading the planning of this little group so what gives?”
They walked in silence for a time, whether stunned that Tweak was so observant or that Syth was just choosing his words wisely, one could not tell by appearances alone. “Well Tweak, I try to ride everywhere for three reasons. The first being that with Mono watching where I’m going I can devote the mainstay of my attention to my tomes that allow me to better my magical advancement.”
The warrior nodded, “Ah, I see. Just like how I exercise my arms daily to improve my swordsmanship, you stretch your mind to improve your magic.”
Continuing on Syth explained, “Something like hat. The second reason is that unlike the fountain of giddiness currently at the forefront of our traveling troupe, I choose not to ask the fickle Gods and Goddesses of the realms to empower the spells I’ve learned over the years. All the bowing and scraping never sad well with me. I figured if my fellow kinsmen spent half the time they were engrossed in ceremony to a god that may or may not be listening to study, then they might actually get some where in this world. Granted, the Benevolent Gods are a bit more forth coming in their favors than the Malevolent Ones, but you keep that under your helm and well away from Miss Sunshine.
His threat well intoned, Tweak suppressed a smile imagining what it would be like to see Bubbles attempting to convert Syth like she had himself. Then winced when the daydream turned more realistic as his minds eye was awash with crimson lifeblood. Frowning the thought away, the Swordsman bade Syth continue, “Well, as I don’t take my power from any God Blessed or Infernal, that leaves me two options. The first being Demons, creatures literally MADE of the Dark Arts. But this I balk at as well as spending an eternity bound to the aforementioned demon upon my demise doesn’t sound all that appealing. Which leaves me with the last choice, sacrifice. With out going into too much detail on Magical Theorem and Alchemical Standards, there is a rule of balance that one must maintain in order for magic spells to work. All forces are constant; nothing can be created or destroyed, only altered. As I’m not terribly keen on the idea of having to hide a body every time I want to read at night, I sacrifice a bit of myself to get the ethereal gears turning.”
Although said in a non-challant manner, Tweak was most surprised at the admission; his dark clad traveling companion rarely gave up information and even more rarely about himself. But the answer only left him with more questions, “Wait, what do you mean you sacrifice a bit of yourself?”
Most individuals are so repulsed by this fact of his nature that they usually shy away from Syth and wish they’d never had the gall to ask. But out of genuine interest or macabre curiosity the warrior hung on his every word.” I meant exactly what I said. I use a bit of my own flesh and blood every time I cast a spell. Which is why I’m not too keen to fill the sky with fire or make the very mountains shake. To replentish my body with ‘fuel’ if you will, I eat heartily and take it easy. As fat is far easier to replace than muscle mass ever is. Imagine working very hard to get the best sword in the land, only to have it disappear after using it just once. Rather annoying isn’t it?”
Staring over his shoulder at the hilt of his sheathed broadsword, Tweak was speechless for a time. “Quite the cost to move mountains Mr. Thanatos. What happens if you use too much magic in too short a span of time?”
For the first time, Tweak saw Syth shudder, and if something could make a Dark Mage privy to the most vile inner workings of Infernal Magic cringe than he seriously doubted the result of over stepping one’s bounds in the Ethereal realm was a pleasant one.
“For the most part, the spell fails either out of the casters ignorance or because there isn’t enough ‘fuel’ to spark a big enough reaction. Which is why young magic users can practice with little to worry about. How ever, an educated Mage is another matter all together. After training, a spell caster can null the limits his body has in place to keep from being completely consumed every time he casts a spell. A mixture of emotion and will power forms a barrier to keep the mage from harming himself too much. But once a spell is cast, he or she can’t stop. The price must be paid and if it’s too much for the body to bear, it’ll start to consume their soul as well as their body. And if that happens, well take my word for it for it when I say the if that happens to a Mage when you’re around make sure to put several feet o frock or a score of enemies between you and them. The result is mess at the least and fatal at worst.”
Almost wishing he hadn’t asked, Tweak asked again to move the conversation along, “And what’s the third reason?”
At this the black clad one smiled a toothy grin that shown white beneath the shade of his wide brim hat. “Well, as Mono’s back tops out at five feet, and add to that my three and a half free sitting down I top out at almost nine feet tall.”
A tactical spark of recognition alerts the swordsman, “I see! So you can act as a look out on the wide plains like these ones?”
Smiling all the wider Syth shakes his head; “I suppose for that reason as well, but it also means I can stare down the blouse of any woman in the realms save for an Amazon!”
At this they both had a good chuckle, while Bubbles was trying her darnedest to make Tweak as pure as possible it would seem some of his more basic male traits remained in tact after agreeing to walk the Path of Light. Talking had passed the time, and the town was finally in sight.
The town it’s self didn’t have an official name, not one sanctioned by the King’s Secretary anyway. Even the casual observe would note the fresh mortar on the foundations of the largely wooden buildings lining either side of the only road that could be called a street. Their masonry not having shown the signs of weathering their first winter. This was a good thing as it was a bad one. On one hand not being an official township meant the villagers didn’t pay any taxes or tithes to the King in spite of living on “his” land. But that was only because there were no knights there to collect it. No knights meant no Royal Decrees were up held, leaving the issues of law and order, punishment, and police work in the hands of the villagers. That being said, it made the perfect locale for a den of thieves. In spite of being a relatively new settlement, formed when a traders wagon had broken down and he lacked the materials to fix it. Then decided to set up shop, having found out in his accidental isolation that this particular stretch of land ran into three well used trade routes. A natural location for a village or town. The Thieves’ Guild had already set up shop, a group of enterprising individuals if ever there was one. And was fluently fencing stolen goods, hiring out assassins, and cautiously drinking themselves into oblivion in a rare town where the King’s gaze was not felt. Appearance wise, it appeared like any other farming village. But when the sun went down it transformed into a black clad, whore strewn, cut purse paradise. None of which the four adventurers knew the least bit about as they wandered into what the locals called Decipio.
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 16:58:57 GMT -5
Thunder, rain, waves splashing upon the ship and a crew hasty to secure the rigging and the treasure. Her treasure. Years of plundering and ingenuity had filled the hold to near brimming wealth and had made Captain Bones one of the most feared pirates in all the realms. She yelled out across the deck but before her order could be carried through a mast snapped- falling to the deck crushing wood and crew alike. It was only the beginning- the thunder roared ominously and lightning struck only to light up the unstable and terrible situation that they were in. The shore was close; the rocks closer, there was nothing to be done but hope to safely ride out the store. It was not to be. Screaming, so much screaming, Ash turned only in time to see her first mate be blown overboard and into the swirling depths of the unforgiving sea. It was strange, what thoughts went through her mind at that moment - what was it that she could have done to deserve such treatment. She yelled 'man overboard' but the wind swallowed her voice just as the sea was swallowing her ship. Her glorious ship and her mounds of treasure! Something hit her, she would not leave her ship- bleeding and bedraggled, soaked through with sea and rainwater. Something else hit her, harder and more painful than before she forced herself to not cry out but the pain in her arm was enough to sidetrack her long enough that she missed the piece of wood hurtling towards her head. Blackness... sounds around her and then nothing- at least she would go down with her ship. More pain, she was still alive. The feel of waves lapping at her feet, the sea obviously still wanting a taste of the pirate even though it had already supped upon her ship and crew, dragging them down deep to Davy Jones Locker. She moved up the sandy beach, refusing to let the sea have any more. The sun shone brightly upon the sand, mocking her perhaps or maybe feeling pity for the lady who had lost everything. Standing up, wavering slightly as pain threatened to cloud her senses over again, she waited long enough for her eyes and mind to clear enough to figure out what had happened. It did not take long to register the events of the night before and by the lack or wreckage and bodies upon the beach the realization that the sea had truly been hungry hit her and she feel back to the ground as if pushed by some unseen hand. She sat, unbelieving upon that shore for far too long, ignoring even the hunger pains and the dull throbbing of her arm until she heard hoof beats coming quickly towards her. A smell of burning flesh assaulted her nostrils but she could not for the life of her figure out where it was coming from, it did not belong in this scene. She shook her head and the scene began to dissolve and slowly she began to realize that she had been daydreaming while walking- the white mage was nattering on beside her about the glories of her religion and Ash quickly realized why her mind had begun to drift off. The scene that her mind had conjured was one that she did not relish going back to; it was still too realistic, still too close to the time. She rolled her eyes and looked ahead and for the first time that day- since her little private meeting with Syth- she felt a surge of happiness. "Aha! Finally, a town were I fancy we may be able ta get a pint or two and some good food. Sometin better than this poor fare of dry rations that we have been havin as of late!" Her voice was clear and happy, all previous thoughts forgotten- disappearing from her mind at the prospect of a good hot meal and perhaps a good bed. "Come on now, what are ye all waitin for? I imagine we should be gettin ourselved to a tavern first so we can get settled- and this time we canna have yer dirty creature makin a mess of our happiness! It better behave this time Mage, else ye will have me to answer ta!"
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 17:00:10 GMT -5
In the beginning there is nothing. Just a void, an infinite blackness rolling off past an invisible horizon in every direction. Then comes the pain, a reminder that the void is temporary, an in-between state of mind and body. Another wave and another wave assaults the Dark Mage; drawing him closer to reality and further from the comatose like state he was floating in. The first sense that comes back belongs to his nose: seems to be an herb closet, but there is a coppery tinge in the air, blood. Yes, there’s been some blood spilled recently, and when touch came back he knew where.
“Decipio is an interesting town to say the least. At first, I think it’s deserted until a guy waves us to what a functions as an Inn, then the next thing I know, I’m getting clocked upside the head and I wonder faintly through the pain why the floor is rushing up to meet me. Hmm, it would appear my attacker is now novice to this sort of thing, they’ve obviously dealt with mages before. Not only did they bind my hands, but also they tied my fingers together making it very difficult to cast. Then took things a step further and gagged me in case I knew any sound activated spells. And in spite of the low light I’m going to wager a guess that the slowly scrolling red glowing script around me is a sealing spell. Looks like I’ll have to play the captive till the others can rescue me. Assuming the others are still alive that is. . . . .”
Syth felt something warm and slick dribble down his nose, the smell of blood getting stronger, he didn’t need the freshly acquired sense of touch to know where on his head that precious liquid was dripping from.
“I swear, when I get out of this I’m going to level this building and the little worm that attacked me from behind! So I swear, or my name isn’t Syth Lucian Thanatos!”
Getting worked up was a fruitless effort, and took much of what the spell caster had at the time, waiting for answers, Syth slipped back into the void.
Callidus, the Demi-God of Thieves sat in his room in the dark, and for a brief moment a chill ran down his spine. Something about the lack of light made thinking easier and his movements more fluid, perhaps it was the nature of his being or maybe when the eyes are deprived your other sense come alive in ways they would never know in a world where one gauges things by sight. Callidus was also getting antsy, and for divinity that’s never a good thing for the local mortals. He’d been in Decipio for what seemed like ages now. It could have been just a season but when you’re a member of the Thieves Guild, let alone its power behind its throne, time moves differently. Perhaps it was the ever changing late night rendezvous, or the fact that he had to “pretend” to be a farm hand at the crack of dawn to maintain the double life that everyone in Decipio lived since the instillation of the local branch of the Guild. But he did know one thing, and that was this freshly acquired group of adventurers, he’d at least be entertained for a while.
“Hmm,” Callidus thought, “That Dark Mage will be trouble. If it’s one thing a thief fears it’s the wrath of a Black Wizard. The Fighter was hypnotized simple enough, his breed isn’t exactly known for their mental fortitude. He’ll make an excellent Raider once his mind catches up with the reality of things and he accepts his lot in life. The sailor was a bit tricky; one generally doesn’t see pirates this far in land, but then again. She came on foot so perhaps she’s simply putting together another crew? Fiery bitch she was, that left hook she got on me before the boys could bind her still smarts, might’ve killed me with that haymaker if I wasn’t using some of my power. A pity her lot are so strong in will, a natural born cutthroat is hard to find and harder to train. Then again, the men have been clamoring for a bit of bedroom sport. It’s almost tragic to thin a talent like hers will be wasted on the life of a whore. But in spite of all this if I weren’t divine I’d be thanking the Gods for my good fortune this day. A Light Mage, guarded only by three simple travelers all the way out here completely unprotected by her meddlesome guild. She’ll fetch a high price in Famulatus. Still a few hours before midnight and the Games begin, better attempt to get some rest. That Black Mage won’t kill himself. At least not fast enough and at a profit to my liking anyway. . . .”
Shifting a bit on his pallet, Callidus dreamed a dream of riches and fleetingly of home. While in a cell somewhere in the Inn, Capt. Bone wondered how she’d gotten into this mess. Thankfully, the men here were just as ignorant of a female warrior as they were back in the ports. And with out her reputation to precede her on this waveless land, they neglected to get the two blades in the tops of her boots when checking for weapons. The others weren’t around and the midnight hour was drawing closer. . .
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 17:01:12 GMT -5
Bending down, the wily pirate slides her hand down into her left boot and pulls out the finely crafted dagger> The hilt felt good in her hand and she grinned in the knowledge that she would not have to stay in this damned cell long. Walking over to the metal bars she looks out, only the light of a sputtering torch lights the area and there are no other sounds that the flames lapping at the air. Music and raucous laughter can be heard coming from somewhere above, the main part of the tavern guessed Ash. Quickly and methodically she moves her hand over the lock upon the cell door, feeling the different parts of the mechanism and figuring out in her mind the best plan of attack. With the dagger she easily opens the lock, but not without a little noise and she pauses- waiting for any telltale sounds of movement towards her cell. When none sound she opens the door just wide enough to exit and easily she slips into the shadows of the hall, moving along the wall towards the sounds of laughter and enjoyment. She pauses just near the corner of her cell and closes her eyes, for a moment she had only thought of her own escape- no thought given to the others of her group. As much as she was a pirate with little regard to laws or any other moral issues she was never one to leave crew behind, even if they were a bunch of filthy landlubbers. Of course, there was always the dark mage... he had managed to find a way into her fiery heart and she would never be able to leave him behind. Besides, what fun is revenge if you cannot make all pay dearly for putting them into this situation? Of course, the problem always was finding the others but from the sounds of the party above there would be no problem there. She moves silently through the hall, looking into the cells. With each passing minute her nerves become more and more thin as each cell that she has searched proved to hold nothing but straw and stench. "How many cells can this damn place hold?' She mutters quietly under her breath. A shuffling hits her ear and she freezes, doing her best to get as close to the wall as possible she stays still waiting and watching. She hears the noise again and with relief she realizes that it is coming from a nearby cell. Walking up to it she peers in, but frustratingly enough cannot see anything within the darkness. With a few deft flicks of her wrist she has the cell door open and she walks in, staying to the side in hopes that some of the flickering light from the hall will light up the cell. Her eyes adjust fast enough and she sees a figure huddled in the darkness, it does not move and is quite silent but a single thing gives away who the subject is within the darkness. "You know Mage- if ye weren't wearin all them dark clothes then maybe savin ya would have been easier. Of course, I do take some intense joy at being the one ta save ye" The pirate whispers, grinning cheekily all the while. It does not take long with the skilled use of her dagger, to get all of the bonds off of the mage, the last of which being the gag upon his mouth. In the hurry though she had not been as vigilant in her listening as before and a little too late she hears the sound of boot upon the floor. Hanging her head she grasps the dagger tighter in her hand and turns around to see one of the bandits from before, smiling a decaying grin.
"Seems we didn't judge ya right girlie... now you just step away from that prisoner and you won't get hurt... we have other plans for you this evening and it don't include no dirty spell caster..."
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Post by Lucian on Jan 25, 2006 17:01:54 GMT -5
Raising his hands Syth couldn’t help but sound more than a little annoyed, “As thankful as I am that you’ve gallantly come to my rescue the wards around my feet prevent me from uttering even the simplest of spells. And until the spell wears off or the bastard that did this to me dispels the enchantment I’m not exactly in a position to back you up here Ash.” Rather put out about being snuck up on the pirate retorts, “I wouldn’ta gotten caught if I had left yer bones to rot in that cell ya ungrateful book worm.” The vile guard grins, he may look stupid but he knows how his Master works. You don’t last long in the Thieves Guild with out knowing how to kill all kinds of people no matter what their powers were. Calling his back up out of the shadows to cross bowmen stand behind the smiling sentry. Had Ash decided to fight anyway there might have been two quivering shafts of wood suddenly protruding from her chest. “I think that’ll be enough hero stuff today kiddies. Lord Callidus wants a word with ye before the games, magic boy. You two bind our feisty lass and take her along. We were gonna spare you seeing yer mage killed in the Games but this little jail break has ruined that boon.” The guards did as they were told and bound Ash. Syth they marched out at sword point, the glowing red ring of anti-magic still slowly spinning around his waist. Up the flight of stairs and past many passageways it seemed the Thieves Guild had wasted little time in making a literal underground network in case the authorities finally rolled into town one day. Which would explain the cells and the tunnels that the two adventurers marched through. Finally, after a good two minutes of walking, they reached a large open cave that sunk down a hundred feet in tiers leaving a large arena like basin filled with sand at the very bottom. This was a Thieves Den, a battle ground for training and the deadly games many famer’s wives used to scare their children into walking the straight and narrow. Story would go, if you were a naughty little child the Prince of Thieves would take you away and make you fight in the Games. You’d face all kinds of monsters that can’t be described with out driving the teller mad. Monsters, undead, and demons from around the globe were amassed and harrowed till they desperately thirst for human blood. Unthinkable abominations and creatures best not looked upon roiling for a go at something soft, squishy, and edible. All the while bloodthirsty vagabonds would wager fortunes on whether or not you’d last till the next round. And it would seem the stories were not far off from the truth. On ever tier, in every row, there was a thief of some kind or another all cheering as the two were ushered in. Cutthroats, footpads, assassins, petty thieves, and even some merchants all there to see a show and watch the blood flow. On a raised dais across from where Syth and Ash entered a man that couldn’t be any older than 11 or 12 stood up wearing a rather odd outfit of dyed blue theater. Tunic, shorts, boots, and gloves all a deep almost black blue get up. He raised his hand and the crowd fell silent, obviously he was not some one to be trifled with if he could command the attention of a thousand or so murderous thieves. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Assassins and Thieves, let us begin the 257th annual Thieves Guild Games!” the lad in blue spoke as the crowd once again roared with cheers and jeers at the proclamation of the beginning of the games and the end to the betting. All remaining now being the blood sport. “Today we have a most interesting addition to this years tournament, literally dropped in just yesterday!” a small smattering of chuckles flittering about the audience as they knew full well how the two came to be in this predicament. “I give you a Dark Mage Second Class to start off our traditional warm up round!” The guards forced the two to kneel in response to the lad using the points of their swords, “Show a bit of respect for Lord Callidus, tisn’t right to besmirch the good will of a king now.” Fighting to her feet Ash screamed out, “What in the name of Davy Jones’s Locker is wrong with you punk little urchin?!? I’ve seen bigger things dredged from the bilge pumps than you. Where do ya get off imprisoning me and me fellows when all we were doing was passing through, ya stupid little,” the rest was cut off as a short pummel struck the back of her head, making Ash fall to her knees but not pass out. The audience was hushed, something bad had just happened and they waited with relish to see the fury of their pint-sized leader. For indeed the lad in blue was fuming, his face several shades of red brighter than a moment ago, and he fought to keep his composure. “And this folks is why Pirates aren’t allowed into the Guild, rude, obnoxious, and they NEVER seem to know when they’ve been beaten.” Nervous laughter rimmed the audience, evidently things were not going as planned. Then things got worse once Syth opened his mouth. “Well, before you throw me to the wolves, literally, where are my companions. Surely I can take that knowledge to the grave with out worry, your grace?” Callidus’ face was blank, never had a mage ever treated a thief with respect, even in fear, it was unprecedented as far as memory served. Taken back by the open show of manners, the boy puffed his chest out and responded, “No, I suppose if you’re going to be torn to shreds you might as well know the fate of your friends, though it will do little good. The Swordsman is being sent to Grimdale, to learn the arts of being a Raider, though his mind is not his own at the moment. Your contemptuous pirate will be a whore in some town undecided, she’s too much trouble to trust with a blade, but that fine ass of hers will fetch a high price. Your Sister Magic User is going to Famulatus, the Sheik is looking for a new concubine healer and happens to have a thing for girls her age and type. But banter aside, I believe it’s time for you to die.” The crowd cheered once more, and all Ash could do is watch Syth be pushed harshly down the stone steps toward the arena drop off. With a sword point on the base of her neck and blood dripping into her left eye, she grit her teeth and got ready to watch the last moments of her brief lover. With a comedic nudge, the Dark Mage was pushed to fall the last twenty feet into the sandy arena bed, while a portcullis underneath the raised dais of Callidus slowly opened. A pair of glowing yellow feral eyes blinked from the darkness, they looked hungry and ready to maim the first thing it came to. But the mage didn’t seem to be worried, if anything he seemed to be smiling underneath his wide brimmed hat. Slowly but surely the crowd hushed as peals of dark laughter bubbled from Syth and Callidus called down. “Now now, don’t be going to pieces just yet little mage. That’s what we have the beast for, now if you’ve said your prayers. . .” But Syth just pointed at the boy and laughed all the harder, “You rank armature! Even the Demi-God of Thieves should know when his sealing spell has expired and when it’s just illusion. Thank YOU for telling me where my compatriots are, now if you don’t mind, I have quite a bit of revenge to dish out!” What ever it was that was getting ready to slink from the darkness never got a change to get at Syth because the fireball that crashed into lower half of the dais caused the tunnel to cave in, as well as send the solid stone sliding into the arena center, the Guild Master still atop it. Mad demonic chanting rang through the halls as Dark Mage’s robes billowed with power, the acoustics of the stone cavern reverberating the incantations like a giants roar. The audience having sensed that an angry mage was one that you’d best put distance from sprang from their seats and crashed to the many exits around the hall. The pirate was almost trampled in the ensuing crush, but being already low to the ground she rolled to the side and out of her captors reach. Back in the arena floor lightning crackled as bolt after bolt of lighting sprang from the irate mage’s fingertips at the spry and still alive Callidus. His artful dodging a wonder to behold even if he was just a hairs width away from being fried. Dagger in hand he tried to lunge at the casting magic user but was always rebuffed at the last moment or risk losing the arm he attempted to stab with. Growling between blasts Syth ranted, “It’s one thing to harm my companions, another thing to harm me, but you made a BIG mistake harming the lass up there. Suffer you retched godling!” A terrific blast of light rent the air as the area around the two electrified, the Thief stumbled and almost fell while Syth having run out of energy fell to his knees. Dusting off his pants and stalking up to the prone Mage Callidus smiled, “Well well well, it would seem the reputation you Dark Mages have is unearned. And to think I feared your kind, still all pomp and bravado. Ah well, alls well that ends well eh old man?” Raising his dagger wielding arm the Demi-God of Thieves readied for the final blow, and would have stabbed Syth in the head had not another well crafted blade not sung through the air to plunk into his elevated arm. No blood flowed from the wound in which a nautical blade stuck but that didn’t keep the Thief from exclaiming pain at the well-launched pirate knife. “I’m a bloody divinity you stupid mortals, you can’t kill me with these petty means!” Nor did he notice that Syth was moving again, but his attention was returned to its proper target when another dagger sunk into his foot. Blood dripped from Syth’s mouth as he panted, “Demi-God or not you pathetic little kid, you’re nothing more than an over grown lightning rod now!” A concentrated blast of electricity arched between the two imbedded blades as the godling rolled and thrashed, the two metal knives in far too deep for his spastic muscles to remove, the full effect of the spell racking his system. Finally, Callidus fell to the ground, still twitching now and again. Syth too hit the dirt completely drained and rather worse for wear.
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Post by CC on Jan 26, 2006 16:30:14 GMT -5
The pirate was not one to lose her head at a time like this and so, seeing her opportunity she looked to the right where a very stunned gaurd lay on the ground, bleeding profusely out of a dagger wound in his chest. She kneels down, grabbing his own dagger and a crude pistol and then, standing back up yells out loud and clear, "Now, ye scurvy dogs- you!" She motions to the nearest scumbag thief, her eyes flashing with anger, "ye will show me how to get down into that pit safely and ye will ensure that I get in and out with my friend there else ye will not only have me to worry about but a very angry mage as well! But first ye will find a healer"
He nods and takes a few steps back, talking to a man nearby who is ashen. The crowd is still deathly silent but everyone stays put in their seats not sure what it is that they are supposed to do and not sure how this situation managed to happen. Ths was not like any other Games that they had been to and it was certainly not looking to be a very good day. "Now, the rest of ye all will not make any sudden moves. If I even catch ONE of ye looking at me wrong I swear by the seven seas that you will regret it till the end of your days, which I promise will be very long and painful." The pirate yells to the shocked crowd.
In the meantime her 'escort' returns with the ashen faced man in tow and by the look of his robes he seems to be a magic user of sorts, "Ye better be a healer else yer balls are going to be a nice addition to me collection!" He nods and they lead her down towards the main arena ground, but on the way she stops and turns- her hand shooting up almost imperceptibly qs she cqtches the dqgger that was aimed at her head. Without even blinking she flings it back and catches a small, dark-haired thief in the middle of the back just as he was turning to run. She scowls and looks around the rest of the crowd but no one else seems to be making any moves. Her escort and the robed man look up at her but with one withering look from the angry lass they turn and continue leading her down until they reach the sandy ground.
"Healer, you will make sure that my friend is okay and if I catch you doing anything questionable remember that I will be watching" She watches him go over to Syth and then walks towards the smoking and twitching body of the Godling. He does not seem to be alive but not wanting to take any chances she looks to her escort and tells him to fetch her some rope. He does so quickly and she uses it to bind the body of the Godling, removiong her daggers only after he is safely tied up and gagged. "Look girlie, your friend has already done enough damage but do you have to go desecrating a corpse of our Lord?"
"Yes" was her cold reply and she strides over to where the mage kneels at the side of the dark mage, the wounds on whom seem to be disappearing. His breathing becomes a bit easier but he still lays passed out upon the ground and soon the healer stops and looks up at the pirate, "That is all I can do for now... he was quite"
"Dinnae finish that sentence..." She lifts up the barely concious Syth and leads him towards the exit that she had just come from, stopping only to direct her escort. "Ye will bring that body and ye will lead us to his chambers. Ye will then fetch our weapons and provisions and ye will return them to us. And if ye dinnae do this and do this quickly then I will find a replacement helper- but, do it properly and ye will se yerself properly rewarded for yer troubles." He nods in acceptance but before he can lead her out she turns the the crowd who are starting to get antsy, "As fer the rest of ye, I am not against ye having some fun as long as I am not the cause of it- so let yer games continue and dunna say that Captain Bones never had a considerate bone in her body, now, if ye will excuse me, I have business to attend to!"
She bows her head to the crowd and with the dark mage safely at her side she walks out of the arena following her escort, the pistol in her belt and daggers back in their place- the spare still in her hand. Only now does the pain from the blunt trauma to the pack of her head seem to register but it only seems to steel her more against the current happenings and she continues along the hall with Syth under her arm. They soon come to a well designed and furnished room and her escort bows to them as he lays the unmoving Calidus on the floor, "Ye did a good job, now get our stuff and I will see about a reward. Healer, you will standby in case I need you, dinnae try anything funny and in fact, get me some food but be ware that ye will be trying it all first so no poison."
She sets Syth down upon a large comfy chair, propping him up slightly against a desk and sits at his side, "Hey, Syth, tisn't time to sleep- the storm ain't up yet and I'm in need of ..." she stops and merely looks at him, as if she is finally at a loss for words.
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Post by Lucian on Jan 27, 2006 1:20:23 GMT -5
Still out cold, Syth lies there immobile, his robes seem to hang off him like an unstuffed scarecrow baggily wears his makeshift clothes. She didn't know how it was possible but he seemed to have lost 50 or 60 pounds in the span of a few hours. What little she knew about magic users did not bode well if he was that thin that fast.
Meanwhile, Callidus begins to stir from his bindings. "Nrgh, nffgh, well, this is most unflattering," the blue clad lad muttered, "You realize that you'll never leave this room alive with out my protection right? I may be a kid in appearance but I had some real power over these people. With out explaining too much, I'll be a god someday, you can't currently kill me and I can't kill you, so let's agree to disagree for the moment. Your friend there caught me by surprise and did something while he was at it, so it looks like I'm at your mercy for the moment."
The godling theif wiggles about into a sitting position, his ropes still binding him securely but a certain presence fills the room with him awake again, Ash notices this but gives no sign. Gods like animals can smell fear.
"In case you didn't hear when that clod was clubbing you upside the head, I am Callidus, leader of the theives guild and future diety of theivery. Everytime some one steals I gain a bit of power, according to your soul you are one of my followers, albeit unknowingly. At any rate, theology aside I want to make you an offer, and considering I'm the diety of liars and cheats this is about as honest as I can get. Gonna hear me out?"
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On a dark road many miles from Decepio a covered wagon bumped along at a grueling pace. A small whimper was lost on the rushing wind as a bound girl wearing white robes winced as one of the wagon's wheels struck a rock jaring her for the 7th time in the last hour. The tears had stopped flowing but she was no less paniced. Where was Tweak and her friends? Where was she going? Who where these people and what did they have in plan for her? Another bump and Bubbles cried herself to sleep.
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Post by CC on Jan 28, 2006 6:58:04 GMT -5
The pirate, realizing that the godling is now awake, takes her eyes of the mage at her feet so that she may watch the little boy clad in blue. Her blue eyes, reminiscent of the ocean that she misses so dearly, show no emotion and stare at him unflinchingly. She does not move from Syth's side but also does not take her eyes off of the boy, even when the escort gaurd from before walks into the room. He is carrying their supplies and he starts at the realization that Callidus is awake, dropping everything unceremoniously to the ground. "Ye had best watch that equipment lad, I dinnae want to find that me rapier has been wrecked in any way as that was a taken from the body of one of most vibrant enemies Guy LeFleur after I killed him with it. Tis a pity to be killed by your own blade, but that is what happens when you do not watch yerself."
She grins impishly and leaves Syth's side only to make her way to the equipment- her eyes leave Callidus for a moment and she leaves his statement unanswerred as she makes sure that everything is in its place that it was before. With her rapier by her side she feels more comfortable, though the fact that she had any feelings of discomfort had been hidden behind a carefully placed mask. She leaves the rest of the stuff on the floor where it was dropped, not wanting to waste her time with such simple matter and noting that the supplies from the other two were no where to be seen. All of this wasting time was not done without reason, in fact, Ash's mind had been racing steadily towards the inevitable even though she had tried any other reasonable solution to her current problem. Syth was by no means healthy and either the healer had been lying or he really was worse off than could be healed. Her other companions were already probably on their ways to their respective places having been sent by Callidus before the games and who knows how long she had been passed out in that cell for. And her- well, the damned godling was correct, she had efficiently holed herself up into his little office and would easily be overwhelmed if she even tried to escape with Syth in tow.
Her mouth still grinning but her eyes serious she walks back over to where Syth lays unconscious and she turns her eyes once more towards the boy who was the cause of all of this frustration. "Ye should know that I always listen to an offer when made, it is just questionable whether or not I will accept the terms of said offer, so tell me what be on yer mind and keep all of yer..."
She stops midsentence and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath and calming herself, feeling the beginnings of a rant but knowing better than to lose her cool. She opens them again and begins speaking once more, "Ye can keep yer religion to yerself for the moment- I may be a potential follower but if yer way to win me over be giving me inta prostitution, killin me mage, brainwashing me fighter and sellin off me healer then ye've got a long ways ta go. Now, speak yer mind."
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Post by Lucian on Jan 29, 2006 18:24:54 GMT -5
The godling smiled, the unbelievers were the most fun for him.
"Well, I'll try to weed out as much as I can Lady Bones, but you see it's some what tied into my motivation for being untied.
As you've no doubt gathered, I am the King of All Thieves, as such I am always interested in ever increasing my ranks and gaining power over my 'brothers and sisters'. At first I had simply planned to loot and pillage any person, place or thing that came through this town maximizing it's hypothetical profit. You two have proven this is folly and will only end poorly for me, and at the current status of affairs you as well. I need much more 'support' to become a full fledged God. And I want your help to do it. So here's the bargin.
I will swear myself to you, and enchant a geas that will force me to always help Syth to the best of my ability for a certain time. I will also restore some of the massive energy he used to weaken me. I will also call off the guards and explain to them that this 'Training Exercise' is over and they failed miserably to protect their Master. They'll be so busy running around trying to make up for it that they'll never notice us slipping out the back. Your Swordsman we could retrieve first but your Light Mage would be longer in rescuing.
The downside to this is, in my weakened state reviving Syth would leave me almost mortal. I would resume a living like status and would loose all strength. I would be locked in the form of a 17 year old boy in apperance and skill. I would still be the best thief ever to grace this continent, but my restrictions still stand. I would travel with you till your two team mates are restored. All I ask in return is that you support my cause when and where it is possible, and at the end you three help me on a small quest to help secure the power I've spent restoring you to your full team. Of which I would be more than happy to reward you for."
Sliding his hand out of the bindings with ease he extends it slowly to Ash to shake on the matter. Making it quite evident that he could have excaped at any time.
"Do we have a deal?"
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Post by CC on Jan 31, 2006 7:07:58 GMT -5
The strong and proud pirate tries not to show that she is a bit let down at the fact that he had so easily loosed his bonds, she was not accustomed to anyone being able to get out of her knots that easily. Then again, he was in line to be the God of Thieves so who was she to argue with such a feat. Her mind quickly ran through the options... he could easily be lying, but she did not really have much other choice. Of course, what he was offering was an adventure, and this particular pirate was never one to turn down an adventure. There was the side benefit of her companions being returned, which she was sure would be appreciated somewhere down the line by someone.
She looks hard at the boy and grins charmingly, a firely light in her eyes and flips her blue hair out of her eyes, realizing for a break moment that some of it was caked with blood and that she would need to wash herself. It was a strange though at that particular moment, proving that the human mind was prone to wandering to strange places even in important times, she focusses again quickly though, with no proof that her mind had ever wanderred away. Her hand stretches out and grasps the boys hand, her grip is strong and sure and her eyes stare directly into his, "Of course I be accepting of yer deal- I am never one to turn down an adventure. But if ye decide to turn yer back on this deal I will kill you- even if it takes me entire life- even if I die and have to haunt you fer the rest of yer days or till I figure out a way to kill ye from beyond Davy Jones Locker. God or not."
She continues smiling as she realeases his had and backs away from him, it is obvious that she does not and probably will not ever trust him as far as she could throw him, and of course, there were other more pressing thoughts on her mind. She was hoping that Syth did not mind being back from the brink of death only to find out that she had made such a deal with the one t hat was to kill them. Especially after he put so much into trying to destroy the little bugger. It was an interesting theory that popped into her mind and she wonderred vaguely if he would have rather died... too late now though. And besdies, she still had use for the dark mage, she grinned at the lustful thoughts inside her mind not to mention the other more devious plans that she had laid out. Yes, she would want him alive as long as possible for a multitude of reasons.
She shakes herself out of her thoughts and watches the boy´s every move, waiting to see what he does.
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