Fisherman's Wharf

[poohlive]

Joach nodded, stepping back, "Yeah this is it."
He looked at the scene, it wasn't very good. A town, close to fifty people in all, including little children, all bent on one single purpose. They were going to kill him.
He could see something corrupt had happened here, something that shouldn't have. These people were somehow still being controlled. He had tore down the eye, but they were still coming after him just the same.
Ganorth must have bigger power than he first imagined. Joach searched through his memory of something to help him through this. One piece of spell, the one he had done earlier wouldn't work, it took up too much power, and it wouldn't work for everyone here.
Another spell hit him. The touch of death. A simple spell, all he had to do was touch them, and they would die. He couldn't do that, could he? Kill everyone here?
They were all being controlled, their lives were technically dead already, but to kill them just to save his own life.
Joach tried to search for another spell, but none even came close, besides he didn't know exactly how much power Ganorth had over them.
He contemplated this as he slowly moved backwards, away from the upcoming crowd. Maybe if he just killed a few of them, the others would stop advancing.
He didn't have time to think, one rugged man leaped at him. Joach held out his hands, and touched the man. He dropped in mid-air. A seconds followed, leaping at him. He did the same, one touch. He could feel his heart, his life flowing through him, and he felt it when he stopped it.
It wasn't a very pleasent feeling.
Joach waited, until the last possible minute, trying to let them think about what they were doing, but none of that happened. The townsmen simply kept coming, kept pushing, kept leaping. It hurt him when he had to take away each and ever life there, but he knew there was nothing he could do.
Then it stopped, one last girl, of no more than eight jumped in the air. He caught her, hugged her tightly, and watched the light leave her eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said, setting her down on the ground.
The sun was setting low in the east. Joach walked over to his horse, he had to make some miled before night. He let one tear go for the people, and then rode off into the forest.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He stood there ,looking down upon the shoreline where the boat was, his eyes soft, He held the dagger in his hand...and he wiped his tears away* Lonely times loom ahead....I'm alone now...all alone...Wanting to die but not the courage to do so...Alone I shall be forever and alwase..*he stifeled back the tears* She goes now...on a journey...And I wish I could follow her...I wish she could see me one last time and beckon me to come...To hold me somehow....to say it would work out....but no...No one will come...no one will care at all...*his words shaky, he still clutches the dagger* Oh cruel fates who bind me here to watch her whom I beloved once leave for eternity...leaving me...in darkness..*he falls to his knees, his eyes still on the boat, the dagger held loosly in his hand* Vixen...*he whispered, wishing the wind might carry it to her* I am alone....all alone....please...for whatever I may have done....forgive me....He kneels there upon the balcony, his eyes slowly watching the boat, wondering when they will finally leave....wishing to cast himself from the balcony...And die...but lacking the strength to do so..*

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose watched the water go by, and closing her eyes, silently prepared for what ever fate she now had by casting her lot with these people. The beast within her stired, she pushed it back, not able face her other side now. She let herself look at the line of trees. Fear made her stomach cramp, but she'd faced fear before. Vixen, a madman, and a bad assain...Gods help them...

OOC: Sorry all! I got a bit lost here for a bit!

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael walked out of the large house and into the woods. He walked and walked and walked and all the while thought about what he couldn't of as an angel. Mortality. The word seemed to whisper death and grief. He would have to pray for a little more attention on the mortal plane. He thought about how stupid his situation was. He should be in Heaven, the jealousy of all things living. He should be trying to help them by leading his angels, not being some type of uninfluential vigilante. He suddenly walked into a town and saw corpses everywhere. Now he was definitely mad. He summoned up a spell and burned the town to the ground. He walked into the forest and saw tracks from a horse. He spread his wings and took off at his fastest, his sword and shield drawn.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:... ROSE IS BACK! [huge hugs]

IC:

Vixen felt the movement of the deck beneath her feet. Then Cervantes hands on her shoulders. She frowned, but didn't move away. She took a deep breath filling her lungs with the salty air. Everything seemed relatively calm now. It was so odd after all people who had tried to kill them.

Finally she looked around at the ship itself. Impressive. Her glance passed over Rose and Ren, and she felt herself smile. They were really starting to grow on her. Her mind returned to the man who even now had his hands on her, as if claiming her for his own. Every independent bone in her body screamed against it and yet still she didn't dislodge him. Her mind confused she tossed her hair and moved away from him as if to prove to herself that she could.

"So... show me around this monstrosity then..." she muttered.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"If you wish I will give you the grand tour..." Cervantes sighed. "But first... You two!" He barked to Ren and Rose. "Go down to storage and fetch us some provisions for the night..." His tone brooked no argument. He expected them to simply do as he said. He didn't even keep his eyes on them to see if they did as he commanded. He locked them onto Vixen. He licked his lips as he stared into her eyes.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

eyed his lips suspiciously. His tongue swept over them as if he were savouring something quite delicious. It suddenly occurred to her that in allowing Cervantes to help them... she had in effect... jumped from the proverbial fry pan into the fire. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She was on his turf now and she knew she needed to tread lightly. She managed a haughty smile. Matching his stare with her own.. refusing to waver.

 

[poohlive]

Joach looked from his underground cover. He knew it, someone had been following him. That angel person. How could he be working for Ganorth?
He must be just another one of his minions. Joach sighed, he would have to stop more like that. Powerful ones, he didn't think that Ganorth had anyone but dumb people. The thoughts of wizards and mages and other magicians more powerful than him frightened him. He didn't want to think about it.
Joach untied the three horses and sent them all off in different directions. There, even if anyone was following him, it would take weeks to find him, if he ever did at all.
Joach headed deep into the forest, following no path. At time he followed the river, leaving no tracks for miles at a stretch. No one, not even the best tracker in the world could have found him.
As the last rays of sun left the earth, (or wherever we are) Joach found a nice place to sleep. He made no fire, but simply ate dried reserves from the city. Curling up with his horse he slept soundly, and waited for the day to make him face his next battle.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose gritted her teeth as a part of her rebeled, but she pushed it back. Some physical labor to take her mind off things would be good...

She quietly walked down to the ship's storage, pausing at the end of the ladder/steps to wait for Ren.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

As much as I wanted to learn more about my changing body, I still could barely stand Cervantes attitude most of the time. If I just had better control over myself, then I wouldn't have to join him on this voyage. Since that was not the case, I had no choice but to simply go along with him to wherever he would take us.

Upon entering the ship's storage room, I see Rose already starting with her share of the work. She didn't seem to be paying me much attention upon my entrence. That was pretty much what I had figured she would do.

Helping to get what was needed, I let out a slight grin as I mutter to myself "Just one big happy family."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

What a fucking Hero...

*he at last stood...his eyes spotted the mob hastily approaching the treeline and his eyes narrowed, He climbed upon the balcony, looking far down below and taking a sharp breath* I will die.....But I shall do So...In the Defence of my Comrades...*He called a long Spear over to him, it seemed to shimmer in even the slightest light, Made of a solid, Impentirable Crystal, He judged its wieght in his hands then, Drilling up his courage he leaped......yes......Leaped.....His cloak flowed behind him, whipping in the wind, as he began to plumet for the ground, his one hand held beneath him, He fired short blast after short blast of flame, using it as a cushinor, To prevent him from falling to his doom, eventually he at last landed in the tree, Drawing a bandanna around his head he waited at the treeline, a few of the scouts appeared, his took a sharp breath and that drew the attentions of them for the half moment they still lived, Blood ran freely around him....but he could not be weak now...The main force would be here soon, his fire line was not enough, He knew...He would Defend her To The Very Last....why? Only He knew......His passion...his finality on life....Causing him to spill innocent, If not ignorant blood...but he had done so before...the change happened almost immediatly...the change from the Benevolant Romantic Lord Named Roldando De Gilliad To the Mercinary Scoundrel from long ago in Brimston....however even that tactical mind could not have remembered where the sun was in the sky,As each movement of the lance Gave off his position to those with keen eyes, but his movements, liquid and quick, Seemed very unlike him, as if he was giving his all for the last hurrah...*
(eh. I do whats nessicary...*l* I wonder if somehow this'll get me back in the story...Prolly not, but hey, I can hope cant I?)

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael felt for magic and felt a powerful source at the coast. He set off like a flash. He flew into a town and saw a great pillar. "What the?" he said. A villager saw him and didn't move. The villager had a glazed expression on his face. Suddenly his head snapped back and he looked back at Tyrael. He turned to the headman. "An angel? Keep him alive!" he shouted as the villagers charged at Tyrael. Suddenly it hit Tyrael. The pillars were mind control devices. He flew over and smashed the pillar into the sea. He turned around and smiled, expecting to find a group of happy people. Instead, he found them snarling and very angry. "Damn!" he shouted and took off for the forest. Once in the forest, he folded up his wings and began charging through it. Occasionally, he would hear the villagers behind him. Suddenly, he stumbled upon a mage. The mage sprang up, and clutched an amulet to his chest. Tyrael then recognized him as the mage who had killed the village and the one at the battle with the were-beasts. "Come on, mage, or those villagers will rip us apart!" he shouted, pointing back to the villagers.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*his eyes glared into The angels* Look You, lead them away from here if you want To do anything, I swear if you lead them here I'll kill you myself..*he pushes him in a direction and he goesflying, his feet moving without him moving them, as rolando steels himself for the next wave*

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With a simple glance toward the door leading down to storage Cervantes casts a spell. The door creeks shut behind Ren and locks itself tighly. Turning his eyes back to vixen, Cervantes smiles. "I figure the pups need some alone time... Just as badly as the two of us..." He says as he moves toward Vixen. She steps back from him and through the doorway leading to his personal cabin. He to walks in after her and the door closes and locks itself behind him. The ship turns about on the waters surface and glides out of port and onto the high seas.

OOC: And I do believe that is Cervantes, Ren, Rose, and Vixen pulling from this thread folks.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Uh, Roland, I was referring to poohlive's character, Joach. I said the one who had killed the village.

IC: Tyrael let Joach grab his few belongings and then they sped off, the villagers searching hopelessly.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: Not Fair Raven Man..*sighs* Guess that means Im out...*shakes head, sighs again* I gotta find a new thread now, But I just cant think of anything....*Throws hands up in surrender* Unless I figure somthing out which I wont...*sigh deeply* wella peeples..have fun, maybe I can start up a sort of future thread with rolando and get back into the game...ya know the whole 3 years later bit or somthin??
anyways...thanks for the fun while it was still Fun..*smiles slightly* Brought back old memorys and all that.....

 

[poohlive]

Wow, reminds me of Survivor, lol, you remember, when Rich put those people in alliance and everyone else suffered because of it, but this is entirely different because... well because first of all this isn't survior, and... well damnit I wish I could think tonight. Oh well, I'll have some good answers tomorrow.

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

"M'Lord!" Her voice rang out clearly. She ran up until she was only a few feet from Rolando. He seemed so... different... he scared her. What had happened to him after he had left her in the village?

Everything chaos now. People were rioting... there was talk of an evil magician... she was confused. Her earlier visions were coming true... but unlike she had imagined. And since the last one she had seen nothing.

"M'Lord!" She repeated... softly this time. "Please M'Lord... we must leave... I fear the townsfolk would harm thee..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*as his eyes fell on trinity, they softened slightly* Trinity..*he Walked up to her, the crystal Javilin in his hand* We need to get out of here...Theres nothing more we can do..*he let out a long shrill whistle and dropped the spear like weapon* Trinity I..*he lowered his head* I'm sorry...I dont know If i'll be able to help you....*he looks towards the shore* I could'nt even help someone I cared so much about...*sighs, bowing his head, tears threatening, He could no longer stand this...*

 

[poohlive]

Joach gathered the rest of his things hastily.
"I'm not going with you," he said simply. There was no way on earth he was going to go with one of those Ganorth's followers. No way in hell.
He got upon his horse and rode towards the group of people. Group of people? HAH! There were no people, it was just a ruse to get him to go...
He looked at the group of people running towards him.
Well, maybe he was telling the truth after all, but that didn't mean a thing. He still followed him, for no reason, and that made him a bad guy...
angel, whatever.
Joach quickly grabbed a lonely boy at the rear of the pack. He tied the lad up quickly, but as gently as he could.
"Come on, we're trying a few things."
He made his way back to the city. It wasn't that hard actually. The townsfolk had certainly left a big enough trail.
He got off of his horse, and set the boy down. The fallen pillar looked up at him. Joach watched the boy's features as he knealed down.
He set his hands upon the piece of wood. Instantly it disappeared in a wall of flames. The boy, who was trying to crawl away, didn't even blink. He kept crawling with even more vigor.
Joach cursed silently. If it wasn't hypnotism then what the hell was it?
He grabbed the lad, and brought him back to his original position. Joach felt his heart. It was a normal heart, just as anyone had...
No, wait, there was a hint around it. A hint of something, something he couldn't quite place.
He tried to figure it out, but it wasn't very easy. It was almost as if someone were helping him know the true evil inside ...
He took his hand off the boy. That's it. It's as simple as that. The pillar wasn't a hypnotizing tool, it simply altered a person's heart. It was almost like hyptnotizing, but after it altered the heart it didn't need to be used anymore.
It just stood there, a sign of what was to come.
Joach felt the lad's heart again. He began concentrating on the bad part. If he could just get rid of...
There.
The boy looked up at him, with an almost sleepy glance. He began to cry.
Joach pulled the boy close, "shhh, it's ok. Calm down young one. Now, whats your name?"
"Meric," he said between sobs. Joach kept him close, the lad had been through a lot. He would have to get going soon, but for now he simply hugged the lad.

 

[Morgoth]

Tyrael ripped out of the trees and saw Joach clutching a boy. "Why do you run away from me? What do you think I am, one of this Ganorth's followers? I am an archangel and would never commit such disgusting evil", hissed Tyrael, enraged at the suspicion.

 

[poohlive]

Joach pulled the boy atop his horse.
"And that's why you've been following me for three days straight now? Because you are my guardian angel?"
Joach laughed hysterically. He saw the approaching mob of people begin to appear form the tree line.
"Well, whoever you are, you better start running, or flying or whatever, if they get you, they'll kill you."
With that he kicked the horse, and was off. It was a nice pace to start in the afternoon. He didn't want to tire Wyld anytime soon, but then again he need to move, and fast too.
Thoughts crossed his mind on what to do with the boy. His parents were now raging idiots with no concern of themselves, much less a growing lad. He supposed his best chance was to leave him at the next city.
Then again, that next city might just be like the last two, and if they weren't, they would be soon enough.
It seemed like, for the time being, he would have to take care of the lad. Joach sighed, he would need a horse, and clothes, and supplies.
He had to find out if the boy had a skill, as long as he was caravaning around with him, he might as well be of some use.
They rode off into the bright blue mountains, dense trees and brush made it near impossible to travel.
Joach stopped, seeing as both the horse and Meric were tired.
He gave them both a fair share of food.
"Get rest, we are going to move before nightfall."
The boy only nodded. It seemed interesting, he didn't care where he was going, just that he simply was going somewhere. Joach saw his way though, all he had ever known in that village was hate and fear.
Out here he was free.
Joach breathed in deeply, yes today hadn't been that bad at all.

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

looked up at Rolando... her eyes wide and trusting. "Is there really nothing we can do for them?" she asked, "and what do you mean... the one you loved?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He sighed* I have done...all I can for them...*his eyes tearful* They have all made their choice...Had fate been kinder...prehaps none of this would have happened...*he sighs deeply, his hands now rested on her shoulders* she is forever lost to me...I must..*he managed a weak smile in trinitys direction* Move on...*he hugged her softly* we..Must leave quickly...I do not know how much longer these lands will be safe...Though I know not where we can go...

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

listened to Roland's words, but at his last comment she brightened considerably. "I have a place!" she exclaimed, "'tis still safe I am sure... for now... and 'tis not so very far... we will be welcomed.. come.." she took his large hand in her smaller one and tugged him forward.