Fisherman's Wharf

[Moneytalks]

OOC:

Ren... pretty simple... Vixen & Vlad are now just Vixen... Vixen seperated herself from memories she didn't want to deal with... they became a seperate entity for a while... ie: Vlad... which is why Vixen was only half as tough as her usual self. Now she's "whole" again.

As for everyone else. I believe, and anyone can correct me if they wish...

Rose is standing with Vixen... Ren (yourself) is tending towards doing the same. Cervantes just wants blood and sex... not necessarily in that order? [ggls]

Not sure what Joach or Tyrael are planning on doing.

Roland Junior who has apparantly still lost his memory hasn't posted recently but I believe he will also protect Vixen.

Vixen is still infected... not sure how quickly the change will take over as she's also pregnant which could speed up the change.

Errr... and looks like Taril & Salvitore and some of his men are also going to try and find Cervantes.

Might I add... that there is a severe shortage of baddies right now... which is why I think Vixen is going to turn and lead Rose, Ren & Cervantes on a serious rampage... [ooh there's an idea!]

So anywayz!!... that's the run down... clearer now?

[lol]

[Edited by Moneytalks on 01-01-2001 at 04:31 PM]

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

wide awake now grabs Rolando Senior's arm urgently.

"We must go to the town NOW... we must gather all the able men... an army approaches... evil... " she shakes her head as if to clear it. "Please... we must warn them NOW!"

She jumps out of the bed a little unsteady on her feet. She pulls on her dress and cloak and Rolando frowns down at her. "Are you sure you are fit to rise already?" He asks with concern. She throws him a determined look not unlike that which Vixen used to throw him. And he sighed defeated. "Very well then... come!" He stalked out to the main hall and commanded the servant there to ready two horses.

Soon they were both riding towards the town... just in time to see Taril and Salvitore about to leave on their search for Cervates. Trinity cried out... catching their attention.

"WAIT! Please... I must find the captain of the guard... it's MOST urgent! Great evil approaches!" She was pale but deadly serious and her eyes held and intensity that was hard to ignore.

 

[Mackdaddy_74]

Turning towards the commotion, Salvitore sees Trinity and Rolando Senior racing towards them. The upmost urgency burning in her eyes. He could only hope this is news of the murdering demon's location, if not there would be a long exhausting trek in front of them.

"I am Salvitore the Captain of the guard, how can I assist you?" He ask her, being as sincere as possible.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael dodged the blade barely. "If a simple Sanctuary could deal that much damage", he muttered to himself and threw up a much stronger version. Cervantes was inside. It battered him and threw him out of the Sanctuary, smashing him down as he charged. A white glow surrounded the normal people as Cervantes charged at it time after time and got smashed down time after time.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rolando rode onward to the town..crying out the call of warning..already beginning the rallyingof the guard...he Reached to the shelth and with a Cackle Kingstopper was Drawn, his eyes Shone with The field of Battle, Growling Softly* So...We Meet upon the Feild of Battle..so Be it...The purifyer shalt be loosed...*the blade sung as it Cut through the air, and he shelthed it to his side, His eyes maddened now, He began to Rally All men, going into the weapons stores he armed them With Longbows and the best Arrows, Those who could not use bows were given Blades of the Finest Mithril, Silver, And Cold Iron, Walls Of Felled trees began to be constructed, as The Count Rolando Mobilized The Town In total..The Women and Children were hurryed onto the available ships and set sail for the town on the opposite side of the lake..with words of warning and call for help...Rolando Directed Traffic as Trinity went in search of the captain of the Guard...The years seemed to lift off rolando, The Smell of battle in the air...He ordered the wall of logs covered in Tar and set ablaze, Witch they were..Illuminating the entire town And The forests, Rolando stood at the head of the assembled men as archers took their positions....He was Ready once more to loose his tactics upon the field of battle...His personal guard Rallyed around him...Ready...*

*The young rolando looked to vixen Unsure...But He knew her name..And her kindness...he went over to her* miss vixen..can..I Talk to you Please?? *his tone soft...Innocent...Totally Unlike the cold blooded killer beneath she now knew existed....*

 

[Morgoth]

"Help me, this spell, though simple, is very draining!" Tyrael shouted, sweat pouring off his forehead.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: One of my problems is I don't know exactly where this is going. So far there hasn't been a clear plot, besides the fact that Cervantes is bad and he must be stopped. I know I could have a clearer picture of my posts, and my character if I knew a little more about the plot.



Joach looked at the light around him, this Tyrael was obviously very studied in the arts of magick. He knew every trick in the book, and if Joach wasn't mistaken a few that even the book didn't contain.
He wanted to help the poor guy.. angel... whatever, but he didn't know how. Besides, if he helped it would probably be a larger floating frog that Cervantes would be in, instead of just a bubble, or a shield, or whatever.
Looking at the... thing, he could see the sweat pour over him. The spell must have taken a lot out of the guy, soon it would be broken, and looking at Cervantes face, he knew something bad would happen. He raised his sword, almost as a shield. He looked at the creature's own sword. Glowing, it kept glowing, why did it keep glowing? His didn't glow, he knew his should glow. If somehow he could make it glow, then maybe, maybe he could have a chance, but it simply laid there in his hand, lifeless.
He steadied it anyway, hoping that magick could still stand against magick.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael let out a scream as his skin began to break and crack as it ripped open. This image sent memories of Lokken's almost fatal sacrifice to everyone's head. Still, Tyrael held up the Sanctuary, screaming as sweat mingled with blood. His nose suddenly began pouring blood and pain seemed to be everywhere.

 

[Renegade]

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[Renegade]

Ren

Watching on as Cervantes prepared to fight his way past Tyraels shield, I begin to wonder about why I had bothered to come here. Was it truly to try and kill Cervantes? And even if it was, was that all there was to my coming here after him?

He did have a point about my skills now though. Before, I was a complete moron when it came to being an assassin. My one kill was a mistake that had caused more trouble then fortune. Now, I was still an idiot, but atleast my reflexes had sharpened themselfs. And I would only get better if I had someone to help me learn to better use my new skills. Someone just like...

I turn to Cervantes with an uncharacteristic evil grin as I made my way towards the others. Leaning down, I grab hold of a rather large rock from the ground. With almost blinding speed, I slam the rock into Tyraels head, almost knocking him unconcious. The others turn in surprise as the shield that held Cervantes in place quickly disapeared.

Pulling out my daggers, I turn to them as my eyes suddenly glow a dark yellow. "Don't think of trying anything stupid," I tell them all as I back away slowly towards Cervantes. The man should have enough respect for my help to not try and kill me right now. He was most likely to tired to put up a decent attack against me at the moment anyways. I just hoped I was making the right choice by helping this mad man.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael's head smashed and blood poured. "You'r soul has been damned, assasin. You will burn in hell!' he shouted as a dark mist from above fell on the assasin. The curse quickly seeped into his mouth. "Heaven still gaurds the most high Archangel, Tyrael!" he shouted. Then he sunk into unconsiousness, his wounds gaping holes in his blacked out body.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Good show little pup." Cervantes said with a knowing smirk. His eyes quickly turned to Rose then to Vixen as he put a hand on Ren's shoulder. "Listen to me. You three are of tainted blood like me now. No doubt the people of this city wish to kill me for what I have done. And some present here as well. They are looking for a beast man... I can control that side of myself when I want to. Can you? No doubt you can feel the stirings of that beast inside of yourselves as I speak. They will see you as they see me. Something unatural and therefore condemned in their eyes. If you come with me to my ship I will offer you protection and a means of escape." As he spoke he let his hand fall from Ren's shoulder. He walked over to Rose and locked eyes with her for a moment then looked away. Walking a few steps further he stood before Vixen, catching her chin in his hand. As he did so he finished his speech. In a low voice directed soley to Vixen he added. "What do you say little fox? You and I and the two pups, soon to be three... On the high seas?" His expression was one of confidence. His hand had moved to the flat of her stomach as he spoke only to her.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... felt herself responding to him. What was it exactly? His possessive yet almost comforting hand on her tummy. That look... the confidence... and that stirring need deep inside her to belong. His words spoke truthfully to her. She could even now feel the stirrings of the beast within her and it scared her. Clearly Cervantes could at least teach them all how to better control it. She could hear the angry cries of the citizens from the town... no doubt coming to kill Cervantes.. and perhaps them too. Vixen herself could see that Rose & Ren were changing. She somehow felt responsible.

"Yes..." she murmered softly... feeling Cervantes hand lift her chin so she was forced to look him in the eye. "We'll go with you..." she said firmly. She turned to take Rose's hand. "He speaks the truth... you'll be killed if you stay here... come with us... you know I will let no harm come to either of you..." she spoke including Ren in her statement.

"M'Lord... we must hurry... I can feel them approaching.. but.. first you must promise me.. promise you will teach us how to control the beast in us.. promise me this!" She stared at him hard not wavering until she would recieve his word.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Smiling well pleased with Vixen's responce. "Aye, I will teach you to control your natures. That is a promise to all of you." He said as he gave each of them a short but meaningful glance. "Time runs short if we wish to leave with our skins..." He turned to Joach, giving the uncontious and crumpled form of the winged one a single glance. "Do you let us pass or do you take us on young mage?" Cervantes said without humor.

 

[poohlive]

Joach furrowed his brow, "No, I suppose you should go. Take on adventures and such. I've never exactly heard of a bad guy winning, but at the moment it's four to one, and I know I don't have the magick or the power to stop two of you much less four. Besides, I wouldn't never hurt a pregnant girl, even though the baby isn't exactly nomral mind you."
He walked over to Tyrael, waving a hand. The body disappeared, "Just a short spell, so when the locals find you gone they won't go and try to find another monster to kill.
"The locals are getting close, I think I can explain most of what happened, but with you here it would make things a little more difficult. I can't wish you good luck on your journey, I know that would damn both of us straight to hell, but I can wish that whatever lies at the end of your paths, I hope you find it with good grace."
He kneeled down, his sword laying beside him. The frog imprint still shined brightly with the afternoon sun, making it sparkle with the magick it was created from.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael woke up, the spell affecting him. His wounds snapped shut, the blood returning to his body. His wings flew back into his body. He roared. He roared louder than a demon lord. He let the anger swell up inside him as the cloaking spell disintegrated. The villagers heard the roar and ran into the clearing. He pulled up his sword, lightning flashing as a storm arrived overhead. He stood there at battle position and watched all who stood there.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*he could no longer wait...Leaving the town he dashed off...It was time........He would no longer be Cursed by the infernal long life of Magick...Now came his true test...Ah! To Fight and Die In The Field witch you were born! How Noble a Sacraface!!!!! He stopped dead....His thoughts wandered over but one person* Vixen..*he choked, nearly faltering on his strong feet, he took a long deep breath, the cackling blade in his hand...He would do anything for her....why? he was still not sure....Was it love? Was it Admeration for her skills?? Did he in fact owe her somthing deep beyond his own understanding?? He could not tell..Nor could he run on...eager to die in a blaze of glory..He opened his hand...a small fire raised out of it..It...It was time...Time at long last to loose his greatest spell...He smelled the air, following whatever he could, his skills at being a tracker coming back to him, as he dashed into the forest, his eyes blazing...It would Kill him...He was nearly sure of that...But it would save them from an undying curse...He furiously wiped the tears from his eyes....Trying not to think of how he would'nt be able to help trinity now....But some things.....Some things were ment to never be done..his eyes narrowed, his heart pounded...an omen?? It no longer mattered...let the world live on...It had no more place for rolando de Gilliad............at last he came to the clearing, bursting from the brush, his eyes flaring, his hand gripping the draconic Hilt of a blazing White aura'ed sword...He held it, breathing heavily...god...Could he really do this?? Yes.....It......Was the only way now...*
(he he he....Explained spell to ravenloft, cept one detail...It wont cure any of them. *LOL* Cuz he aint strong enough..)

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose nodded slowly to Vixen and hesitantly squeezed her hand back. Closing her eyes, she pulled her beast back, feeling it's anger at the action, before turning to Cervantes. She met his eyes without the confidence of her beast and nodded.

"I'll...go with you."

OOC: Yes...as usual, I'm late Sorry guys...

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Let us be off then..." He said with a cheerful smile. Then the winged one stood with an enraged bellow. He yawned. "We don't have time for this..." He said as he motioned the others to him. "But its your call wing boy..." He said with a sigh.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... "No!" she grabbed Cervantes arm... "We don't have the time... and I will keep you at your word." She looked towards the town. "We HAVE to go now." She nodded towards Joach. "I thank thee... though I know you do this despite your better judgement... we will meet again I am sure... then you can decide if the choice you make today is truly so evil."

"Quickly!" She beckoned Rose, Ren and Cervantes... I know these woods... this way... they won't be able to track us."

She turned to move and faced the winged creature. "I say to you stand down... this is not your fight... not today!"

 

[Morgoth]

"Fine, if you agree to go with him, I cannot hold you against your will. But answer me one question, Cevantes. What exactly are you? I feel a great evil inside you, yet it's not demonic", he questioned.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Isn't it obvious, wing boy? I am a were beast. Don't know how you ever mistook me for a demon." Cervantes said with a shrug. He then turned to Vixen and caught her about the waist, drawing her back against him, his hands pressed against the flat of her stomach in a possessive manner. "Will you do the honors of leading the way little fox?" He breathed in her ear as his hands moved slowly down the slight curve of her belly, stopping just above her sex.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen..

glanced up at Cervantes momentarily distracted by his possessive hold on her and his words. She shook her head as if to clear it, and seemingly at a loss for words simply nodded in the affirmative.

"This way..." she managed as she lead them towards the trees.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

( Ok, I'm taking a small liberty here, Dont lynch me please, just trying to get into the swing of things. *lol*)

*AN Arrow Whizzed In front of Vixens face, missing her by Mere centimeteres* Stop right there...*rolando threw the bow to the ground and drew the blazing brand again, Leaping fron the tree as it Burst into flames, lighting him from behind* Thats As Far as you Go....*He Brings the blade to a fighting position, his eyes, stern as hard Steel washing over them like a million daggers, his eyes flaming with a rekindled fire, The Flaming tree lighting him from behind, The white light of the sword giving his face an eerie Glow....as he watched, waiting for a reaction....This...this above all would seem to be an act of pure defiance...*

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Rolling his eyes and drawing his sword Cervantes aimed it at the newest attacker. Annoyance was clear in his features. "Honestly! My fucking patience has well and truly worn thin!" He curled his lip in disgust. "But if you really wish to die, the by all means keep walking toward me..."