Fisherman's Wharf

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

... the arrow whizzing before her seemed to trigger something deep within her. She blinked and turned to watch as Cervantes addressed the would be cruisader that dared stop them. She tilted her head to the side as if viewing the world around her quite diferently from before.

"Wait..." she whispered... then more forcefully with a wicked smile. "Let me try something first M'Lord..." she put a restraining hand on his arm. "Afterwards, should he continue to deny us passage... you will have your fun." She promised him. She kissed him hard on the lips she awaited his response.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Accepting her kiss, Cervantes lowered his sword. "Do as you will little fox, this should be supremely interesting..." He said as he took a step back to give her and the fool hero room to play.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael really wished that the bastard beast would quit calling him wing boy. It was drawing HIS patience. He watched VIxen and the new crusader. If this turned violent, he would have to intervene. Just in case, he drew his blade.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*his eyes narrowed on her...Traitor he nearly spat, his Sword raised, his eyes narrowed, The spell brimming inside of him, his sky blue eyes fierce...he could'nt let his feelings for her get in his way...He could not...now was the time for the iron Willed Rolando gilliad...Fire Archmage and Bearer of Kingstopper...he could not fail....No.....He would Not fail.....*

 

[Morgoth]

"Stop this fight, human. You know you have no chance. I was once the most powerful angel and I failed. I don't want to see any more bloodshed on this field", he said. "From either side", he growled. Just in case, he propped up a circle of protection and put a spell into his fingertips.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

smiled at Cervantes and turned to face Rolando. "Sugar... after all we've been through... would you truly hurt me now?" She asked seductively as she stepped forward. She caught his gaze with her won. "I am no traitor..." her sing song voice crooned to him. She reached the tip of his sword and let her delicate fingers trace the flat of the blade. She shuddered and smiled. "Mmmmm.. so much power.. " she murmered.

"Rolando... " her voice was a mere whisper but it seemed to fill his mind. She brushed his blade to the side and stepped right up to him until he could smell the scent of her. She blatantly pressed herself close to him. "Rolando..." her hand came up and he felt the cold metal of her dagger press against his throat. "You won't hurt me... you could never hurt me... but I will kill you if I have to... " she smiled up at him... "no hard feelings?"

"Where did you leave your new girlfriend Rolando?" She continued as she slid her thigh up to nestle against his crotch. She grinned, "does she turn you on the way I do?"

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Hearing the yells of the villagers far off in the distance, I turn to Cervantes with a look of concern. "We don't have time to waste with him. Just finish it now, we need to get the fuck out of this cursed hellhole." I tell him in a voice mixed with anger and concern.

Patience was not something I was very good at having. Every second we waisted, we risked being attacked and killed by the mob. And they probably still had my first two daggers also. Those assholes.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The End Of Rolando De Gilliad???

*his eyes dug into hers, he held the blade sternly in his hand, he turns away, his eyes blazing* I Get it...I see it now...the way you speak to him...I get it...yeah...*his hand tightened on the hilt* ANd dont fool yourself...I Could...and would..Kill you right now without blinking....Because I have nothing to live for....no..I dont..*The blade clanged to the ground, releasing the energy in a bright flash, a tear followed it* Go....No one will follow you....Run...and...*he wipes his eyes* enjoy your life...I guess you forgot....Forgot all we've been through...You serve someone now...You arent Even vixen anymore...the vixen I knew...Bowed down to no one...*he walks away, leaving The blade there, Tears streaming down his face, He barely makes a whimper* I want to thank you for letting me see....see just how pathetic i've been...*He draws a dagger from his side..she would recognize it...a long time ago it was...it was the dagger she had thrown at him one day in a fit of rage, he runs it down his thumb, it bleeds slightly, his eyes flaming* Run...Whoever you are...I Will guarentee you have time....I...I have only one thing left to do now...*he Waves his hand, As the trees around him burst into flame, he spins around, the dagger glowing* GO!!! *he Turns back and sweeps through the blazing trees...a whisper left on vixens ears* Just so you know...I love you Vixen...Always have...always will....*He ran through the forest blindly, The trees bursting into flame all around him, Blocking off the path of the pesants momentarily...long enough for them to get a clear run away path, as he dashes back to the mansion, his tears like golden drops...as he knew there was only one thing left..*
(Hehehehe...)

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

blinked in surprise... but the flames finally caught her attention. "Ren is right... we must go now!" She lead them into the trees. As they ran onwards... the smell of the ocean became stronger.

 

[poohlive]

The New Adventures of Joach the Magician

Could you smell it? Air, fresh air. All be it was salty. Joach looked to his right, the cliffs rocked out to the judded shore. He watched the ocean, far below in an everlasting fight with the rocks and the waves. It seemed an eternal struggle, the ocean never ceasing, and the rocks never moving.
He went back to his horse, looking at the packs. All full, a good two or three weeks worth of supplies, and enough money for a few months after that.
He got upon his mighty steed... well ok it was a small brown horse, but it was his. He couldn't claim to a lot of things these days, but he took pride in what he had.
"You ready girl?"
She neighed, agreeing. (isn't it just like a guy to ride the girl? Where's a neo-nazi-feminist when you need one?)
He was off, taking one of the major trails inland. Soon, the sparatic grasslands of the ocean broke away into shrubs, and eventally trees. Trees, good lovely wonderful trees. It's been forever since he saw good sturdy trees in a forest (what 4 hours? He just left the old woman's place... my god who is this writer?).
Then, up ahead was a small band of riders. Joach went to the side of the road, letting them pass. Good rule of thumb, when traveling alone, the small group of rowdies have the right of way.
The front one spotted him, and gave a sharp whistle. The rest looked at him with hungry eyes.
"You..."
Joach acted dumb, "Me?"
"Yes, you. Where is the nearest town from here?"
Joach pointed at the trail they were following.
"Speak when spoken to boy," one spat.
"Down this path, there's a small fishing town."
The biggest oaf, obviously the leader, rode up to him, looking at him wanly, "it is... isn't it? Maybe it's a trap you set for Ganorth's men."
Ganorth's men? Who the hell was Ganorth? And why did he need men?
"Umm, absolutely not."
The oaf's eyes squinted to a point, "I don't like your attitude. Forlick?"
One of the smaller oaf's (can't he even think up new adjectives? Come on, someone loan this man a thesaurus) rode forward.
"Kill him."
A knife flew at his face in an instant. Joach barely had time to move, luckily the move he did make was of a small protection spell. It worked for only a few seconds, but very useful when knives were sparatically thrown at your head.
The knife klunked inches from his eye, and fell harmlessly to the ground.
The leader looked at him, "A wizard eh? I like that, Ganorth could use a good wizard."
Joach opened his mouth to protest.
"Your choice, join us or die."
Joach looked at the rest of the group, all had knives out, and waiting. He smiled weakly, nodding his head.
The leader slapped him hard across the face.
"SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO BOY."
"Yes, yes," Joach spat out, feeling the heat rise up to his face.
"Good, make camp boys, tomorrow we take the town."
Joach felt his throat go dry.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

We raced through the trees as fast as we could possibly move at the time. My face was covered in beads of sweat. If it was from the amount of strain I was putting on my body, or the fear of being killed I could not tell. All I knew was that we had to get the hell away from here before things got any worse. That is, if it WAS possible for them to get any worse at this point.

Having used the less amount of energy during the last hour, I was able to move a short distance ahead of the others. From the far off distance, I could see the vast ocean water begin to catch my eyes. So close to freedom, and yet so far away from it at the same time.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The sufferings of a Soldier....

*He ran, the flames giving him the only comfort in the world....Trinity would live somehow...He was sure of that...He'd direct her to someone who could help...Sith maybe....Or Garret...Someone he could trust....The kingstopper laid behind him...prehaps forever..It would never again see battle in his hand...That was certain...His eyes slowly dryed themselves, the intense flames of the trees behind him, as he walked, half stiffly up the path to his house...he preyed...for the first time in his life...that Wherever vixen went....She'd be safe and happy somehow...He walked down the dark hallways, his eyes closed, he walked into the concervitory....The huge, Lush garden providing an ample sanctuary...he lit a silver candelabra...as his fingers laid themselves upon the cool ivory keys and he began to play...the slow soft tune haunting.....as the doors blew open, Carrying the melody down from the mountain to the shore...the Grand Piano Softly lit by the moon and candlelight...he played without a music sheet...without true direction...He just played what sounded right to him...the tune a haunting, soft, beautiful mix...Ghostly yet enchanting....as tears softly cascaded down his cheeks....The tears of 30 years...30 years of pain and lonelyness....At last coming to a head because of one person he had cared so deeply for...The dagger, laid next to him glistened in the light....He wanted to...so badly did he want to....he continued to play...wondering if the morning would bring him guidance....*

 

[Morgoth]

"I wouldn't", said Tyrael, who had followed Roland and was standing in his doorway. "Death is not an escape", he continued. "It is only a curse", he added sadly. He moved forward to the renowned warrior. "We have been monitoring you from Heaven for a long time, Roland", he said.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

As the four of them came to the water all but cervantes looked about for a ship. There was none. They turned their eyes to him and he smiled as he pulled a small box from his pocket. He sat it on the waters surface and let it float out a several feet. The others still looked at him curiously. Then he pointed out to the floating box and sung some arcane words. The box expanded and folded out of itself. Every second that passed the more like a ship it looked.

 

[poohlive]

Evening came fast. Joach hardly felt it though, for hours he did nothing but work. He had to take care of all the horses. He had to make the fire, get the wood, prepare the dinner, with his supplies.
While he was out fetching wood the rowdies had settled themselves in taking what little he had. He couldn't even find the few pieces of gold he hidden for emergencies.
All of it was gone.
He wanted to leave so badly, but he couldn't. He knew they would kill him before he even walked over to Wyld. A knife in the back, that's the kind of people these guys were, back stabbing assholes.
When the sun went down, the liquor came out. All of the men got piss drunk, and stumbled to their tents... which he had set up.
Joach sat there by the fire, making sure it didn't die out. Sleep felt like a distant memory to him, he wanted nothing to do with it. His muscles ached, his bones ached, everything from head to toe was sore.
Eventually, exhaustion did make him fall asleep. He slept out by the fire... alone.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Watching on with the others, my eyes don't believe what they are seeing. The box slowly takes shape into the ship that would lead us out of here. Turning away for a second, I see the same look of surprise on Rose and Vixens face. Although, Vixen did seem more impressed rather then shocked from what I could tell.

Once the ship finishes it's transformation, I turn to Cervantes and ask "Where do you get these wonderful toys?"(sorry watched Mallrats today lol) Cervantes lets out a confident grin as he leads the way onto the ship. Following him, I look at my forearm to see a small scar I had since childhood was now gone, reminding me that things would never be the same again.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

The beginning? or the End...

*his soft eyes did not look up, he continued to play*Death....death is the only adventure I have left....*his hands glided across the keys skillfully, never missing a single beat* I have no doubt many have monitored me...Angels...Demons...both I have known...*he coninued to cry...his voice soft, melodic, Haunting, But any emotion he was feeling was well concieled..* I no longer matte Monsuir...Go..find trinity...Keep her safe...keep her innocence alive....*He stopped for a moment, then continued to play* very few people know how long I've been alive...My powers have only increased over the years...Vixen..*he choked for a moment, then coninued being normal* I met her...In Brimston...So long ago it seems to me now...Tis where I met Sith...The crafty old devil...I wonder where he is now...*He gave a wry smile that quickly faded* So many people...All of it started because of her...her whom I felt so strongly for over the years...*the tears keep coming* She led me to Mikba...But Little did I realize how our fates had become Entwined in the short while we had met....*he plays a little faster now* But thats all in the past...It cant help me now...She's gone...Vixen Died...Died when That Werecreature was created...*he lets down five heavy dark notes then continues to play hauntingly* So now here I am...alone...without hope...without a dream...*the tears stop, but he continues to play...The tune ever changing*

 

[poohlive]

"So, exactly what is going on?"
Rendor rode alongside him. He didn't seem as rowdie as the others, and was actually kind enough to answer some questions.
"Ganorth is our leader. He was sent here to conquer the entire land, city by city. So far he has sent hundreds of parties like us out to conquer all of the places. We have been going up the coast, making everyone know and fear Ganorth. It's really fun, we get our choice of horses, women, everything, and the best thing is, everyone obeys us, because of the Farck."
Joach furrowed his brow, "Farck?"
"It's some sort of magickal amulet, that lets the wearer have some of Ganorth's power. We go into a city, demolish a building or two with the Fark and then the people usually fall to their knees and pray to Ganorth. It's been a lot of fun."
Joach was horrified at this, some wizard has just given out trinkets and almost conquered the entire country under everyone's noses. His instructor should have known about this...
He had.
All the time he had told Joach that some day he would have to stop a great evil scouring over the land. Joach thought he just wanted him to get rid of circus people or something... and then the were-whatevers came along, but this must be it. Abuse of power, seduction, empathy, it all fit now.
Joach made a quicky gallop up to the leader.
"Stop right now."
The man looked at him, "something on your mind boy."
"I..." and thats when his courage left him. He had wanted to go up there, kick the man's ass, take the amulet and run off, but all of the sudden his knees grew weak. He wasn't even standing on them, but they grew weak just the same.
"I... I, no."
The leader got off his horse, and pulled Joach to the ground.
"You impudent strumpit (shakespeare... look it up, it's a good swear word), thats it. I have had all I can take from your ass. Carlon, get me a rope."
He was thrown a long piece of hemp, which he easily swung over a tree. Joach tried to run, but the other three had him pinned, he was there now, facing death.
"Walk over here, or I'll have my boys make you."
Joach clenched his fists, but walked nonetheless. Fear swelled up inside him, and a single tear dropped to his cheek.
The leader slapped him, hard.
"Don't you cry on me now boy."
Somehow, with the searing hot pain radiating from his cheek, Joach didn't cry. He walked into the already made noose.
The leader made sure it was tight, and then got on the other side.
"When I count to three, pull."
The others grabbed the piece of rope. Joach looked at them all, accusingly. Anger and hatred replaced fear in his heart. He wanted nothing more than for all of them to die, he knew it was a bad emotion, but he was after all going through a lot of stress at the moment.
"One, uhhhh..."
"Two," Joach told him.
"Shut up. Two."
Joach closed his eyes.
"Three."
They pulled.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: I've seen it before, without a plot lots of good threads die. Oh well, we can still follow the adventures of Joach...


Ic:
Joach felt the rope clasp on his neck as he was hurled into the sky. It was a tremendous pain. The rope cut through him, burning his skin.
He instantly put his hands around his throat, trying to move it so he could breath. The leader saw this, and shook the rope with a vengeance. He couldn't even get a good hold on the rope.
He felt it, he was dying, a sudden blackness went through his vision, flowing into his mind. He felt himself go, his body, rigid and straight, now relaxed, melting to gravities pull.
No... but it was too late. He was gone, over. All of it was over.
No... he tried to fight it, tried to stop it, but the blackness had him. It's claws were already into him.
Then it happened. Joach felt his hands, almost out of his body, felt them come up to the rope. It was a warm sensation, and then the rope broke.
Joach hit the ground, hard. It snapped him back into consciousness, he was alive. He was living. Breathing in heavily, Joach got up on his knees.
"You don't want to die like that?" he heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, "Fine, we'll just gut yer sorry ass."
Joach raised his hands at the group. His mind had come back to him, and he was pissed. Joach felt the power surge through him, envelope him.
"You tried to kill me."
Everyone took a step back, cowering in fear. Joach could understand why, he was levitating a few feet from the ground. Static charges came out of his fingertips. He could feel the entire forest around him, alive, living within itself. It was alive, and he was alive.
The leader took something out of his pouch, it shone brilliant green.
"The power of Ganorth is stronger than yours boy."
Joach heard him, but the words didn't sink in. He simply felt the power drawing into him, completing him, helping him.
"KORTAA!"
A green glow was sent out of the amulet, landing on his chest. Joach felt a sting of pain, but then he felt that power of the amulet too growing with his. He was taking the power, taking it's essence.
Then, in a flash of light, he brought his hands together, and pointed them at the amulet. A great ball of magic, flew from his fingers and onto the awaiting group. It was huge, reaching as far as the trees on all sides.
When it passed, Joach fell to the ground again, only this time he sort of melted into it, instead of hitting loudly.
He couldn't move, every inch of his body felt numb, and weak to the touch.
After a long while, he finally began to get feeling, and everything in that. Within a few minutes, he got up.
There was nothing left of the group, not even the horses.
He looked on the ground, only one thing stared back at him.
The amulet.
"Ganorth..." he said quietly. Joach understood as he knelt down to pick it up. It no longer shone green, but a deep blue. The color of a good, it was his amulet know.
Joach got on his horse, and rode into the forest.

 

[Renegade]

OOC: Well me and Ravenloft are just waiting for RoseThorn or Moneytalks to post before we move on. We have something planned when they get back. Interesting posts though, Poohlive.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I'm actually trying to think of a way to propel Gilliad back into this......*lol* And im not having much luck...

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: oh, my mistake, sorry. For some odd reason I thought this was dead.
Roland, just think about your character, and set him on an advanture. He seems rich and benevolent, why can't he have a ship?

Joach rode into the next town. A normal coastal town, just like all the other, except that this one had a grand pillar in the middle of town. A pillar rose towards the heavens, made of wood and other materials he couldn't recognize.
On the top was a single eye. An evil, glaring eye.
It was Ganorth.
He recognized it from the amulet. Although now the eye was replaced... by a frog.
A blue frog, why did it have to be a frog?
Joach got off of his horse, looking up at the pillar. People walked into town, as if it weren't there. He could see them, going about their business as if nothing was wrong.
"Excuse me, who put up that pillar?"
One man gave him a stern look, "Ganorth's men of course. They are going to all of the town's in the country, converting all of us. He's shown us who to believe in, who to trust."
Joach peered at him quizzically, he sure had an interesting answer. It sounded like something a priest or minister would say.
Joach looked up at the eye. It had some sort of hold on this town, making them follow him no matter what. Brainwashing the entire town.
Joach walked up to the pillar, shaking his head. This was wrong, all of it was wrong. He touched his hands to the wood.
One bright flash, and it began to lean dangerously to the right. Another brought it down. The pillar crumpled to the ground.
There, this was going to be easier than he thought.
"KILL HIM!"
Joach looked back, the man he had spoken to was rushing towards him. He could see a few more townspersons doing the same thing.
Joach stared wide eyed, maybe he should have thought this out first.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

"hmmm... impressive..." Vixen said... "I haven't seen one of these before... heard about them... " her eyes narrowed... "how exactly did someone like YOU get his hands on one?" She asked highly suspicious. She then shook her head... "guess time enough to ask about that later..." she glanced over her shoulder back at the line of trees as if expecting it to errupt with an angry mob at any second.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Come along all of you. The high seas await..." Cervantes said with an odd cheer to his voice. He stepped behind Vixen and put his hands on her shoulders posessivly.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

Letting out a sigh of relief and sadness, I take a look back into the woods. "Goodbye humanity." I mutter to myself as we board the ship.

Looking over to see Cervantes holding Vixen, I can't help but smile at the odd, yet fitting couple they seemed to make. The two of them and Rose had a strange connection. And I was just going along to save my own skin from being slaughtered.

Once everyone is on Cervantes ship, I ask to nobody in particular "I guess this is it then huh?" There was no turning back at this point for any of us.