Fisherman's Wharf
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OOC: Ah I'll wake him up myself! heh heh
IC: "RUN!!!" was all that I heard as I was suddenly awaken by the sounds heavy boots pounding onto the wooden floor. I lay there and listen for awhile as I try to make out what's going on from the noises. Either someone was having one hell of a party, or Cervantes had found his way back into the Inn. Looked like it was time for me to bolt out of this joint. Grabbing my things, I run out of the room to make a break for it. In my sleepy condition, I forgot to use the window to escape and head for the main entrence of the Inn. Running without realy paying attention, I turn a corner to be greeted by the back side of Vixen.
"Shit!" I yell as I slam into her from behind(insert joke here lol)causing us both to go falling down the stairs.
Rose and Joach where able to move out of our way in time, but we slammed right into the beast that was Cervantes. The three of us land with a thud onto the hard floor as their would be victims watched on. Shaking the stars out of my head, I turn around to see a very angry Cervantes and Vixen watching me with anger obvious in thier eyes.
"Uh... hi?" I tell them with a weak smile in hopes of making peace with them.
For my efforts, I'm greeted with a fist to the face by Vixen as I fall back onto the floor. As my eyes begin to close, the last thing I can see is the creature making his way towards the stairs. And then, darkness as I black out....
OOC: Ah I'll wake him up myself! heh heh
IC: "RUN!!!" was all that I heard as I was suddenly awaken by the sounds heavy boots pounding onto the wooden floor. I lay there and listen for awhile as I try to make out what's going on from the noises. Either someone was having one hell of a party, or Cervantes had found his way back into the Inn. Looked like it was time for me to bolt out of this joint. Grabbing my things, I run out of the room to make a break for it. In my sleepy condition, I forgot to use the window to escape and head for the main entrence of the Inn. Running without realy paying attention, I turn a corner to be greeted by the back side of Vixen.
"Shit!" I yell as I slam into her from behind(insert joke here lol)causing us both to go falling down the stairs.
Rose and Joach where able to move out of our way in time, but we slammed right into the beast that was Cervantes. The three of us land with a thud onto the hard floor as their would be victims watched on. Shaking the stars out of my head, I turn around to see a very angry Cervantes and Vixen watching me with anger obvious in thier eyes.
"Uh... hi?" I tell them with a weak smile in hopes of making peace with them.
For my efforts, I'm greeted with a fist to the face by Vixen as I fall back onto the floor. As my eyes begin to close, the last thing I can see is the creature making his way towards the stairs. And then, darkness as I black out....
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OOC: 
I only started looking in this Online Roleplaying section a few days ago... and I was considering this thread... and now I see my name mentioned, how can I not jump in?
I carefully turned the handle of the door, and pushed it open. I had to crouch and had to turn my shoulders to the sides to enter the inn, the Fisherman's Wife by the sign that hung outside, but at least the ceiling was high enough inside for me not to bump my head. Walking across to the bar, I placed one hand on the table and nodded from beneath the hood that concealed my features.
"Good day, sir" said the barmaid, glancing at the gauntleted hand on the table then up into the dark recesses of my hood, trying no doubt to get a glimpse of those features, "what can I get you?"
"A room for the night would be fine" I said, my voice carrying with it it's usual metallic edge.
"I expect you will be glad to get out of that armour" she said, smiling, "a room will be 8 silvers, sir."
"Oh, yes" I said, after a moments hesitation, drawing my hand back into the long sleeve of the robe I wore, then dropping eight coins on the bartop.
"Thank you" she said, scooping them up, and handing me a key, and telling me where my room lay. I nodded again, and started up the stairs to the room she had directed me to.
Once inside the room, I closed the door behind me, and went over to the oil lantern sat by the bed. Casting off the long robe I wore, I tested the bed, checking it would take my weight. No, it surely would not, so I remained standing, and greased my joints with the lamp oil.
Then, after flexing my arms, and finding them comfortable to move again, I glanced at the window, and moved over to draw the shutters closed. Catching sight of myself reflected in the glass, I paused.
How long had I been trapped in this body? Too long, I knew. But it was the only way I had to save my soul at the time. My other body... my real body... would be awake now, somewhere, looking to sate its unnatural hunger.
I only started looking in this Online Roleplaying section a few days ago... and I was considering this thread... and now I see my name mentioned, how can I not jump in?I carefully turned the handle of the door, and pushed it open. I had to crouch and had to turn my shoulders to the sides to enter the inn, the Fisherman's Wife by the sign that hung outside, but at least the ceiling was high enough inside for me not to bump my head. Walking across to the bar, I placed one hand on the table and nodded from beneath the hood that concealed my features.
"Good day, sir" said the barmaid, glancing at the gauntleted hand on the table then up into the dark recesses of my hood, trying no doubt to get a glimpse of those features, "what can I get you?"
"A room for the night would be fine" I said, my voice carrying with it it's usual metallic edge.
"I expect you will be glad to get out of that armour" she said, smiling, "a room will be 8 silvers, sir."
"Oh, yes" I said, after a moments hesitation, drawing my hand back into the long sleeve of the robe I wore, then dropping eight coins on the bartop.
"Thank you" she said, scooping them up, and handing me a key, and telling me where my room lay. I nodded again, and started up the stairs to the room she had directed me to.
Once inside the room, I closed the door behind me, and went over to the oil lantern sat by the bed. Casting off the long robe I wore, I tested the bed, checking it would take my weight. No, it surely would not, so I remained standing, and greased my joints with the lamp oil.
Then, after flexing my arms, and finding them comfortable to move again, I glanced at the window, and moved over to draw the shutters closed. Catching sight of myself reflected in the glass, I paused.
How long had I been trapped in this body? Too long, I knew. But it was the only way I had to save my soul at the time. My other body... my real body... would be awake now, somewhere, looking to sate its unnatural hunger.
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Vixen...
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... all these OCC's I just HAD to add my own... "I just WUV you guys!"... [lol... winks]
IC:
Vixen glared down at the would-be magician and Rose. She weighed up the two daggers she held in her hands. She noted the arrival of Cervantes at the bottom of the stairs as well as that would-be assassin whom she quickly greeted with her fist. She was just deciding that she really wasn't much of a "people person" especially when the "people" kept on multiplying.
She still felt some of that disgustingly sticky webbing clinging to her clothing. If not for anything else then that was what really pushed her over the line. These where her favorite pants. She was going to get that little shit of a magician... AND he was going to pay... even if it came to him cleaning them with his own tongue! This thought brought a smile to his face.
"Come on then..." she crooned to them... "make a move..." she smiled.
[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-08-2000 at 05:33 PM]
OOC:
... all these OCC's I just HAD to add my own... "I just WUV you guys!"... [lol... winks]
IC:
Vixen glared down at the would-be magician and Rose. She weighed up the two daggers she held in her hands. She noted the arrival of Cervantes at the bottom of the stairs as well as that would-be assassin whom she quickly greeted with her fist. She was just deciding that she really wasn't much of a "people person" especially when the "people" kept on multiplying.
She still felt some of that disgustingly sticky webbing clinging to her clothing. If not for anything else then that was what really pushed her over the line. These where her favorite pants. She was going to get that little shit of a magician... AND he was going to pay... even if it came to him cleaning them with his own tongue! This thought brought a smile to his face.
"Come on then..." she crooned to them... "make a move..." she smiled.
[Edited by Moneytalks on 12-08-2000 at 05:33 PM]
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Vladamere...
... had been trying to sleep when he heard the commotion out on the stairs. His eyes opened even though the rest of his body stayed perfectly still. He listened carefully and he heard Vixen's voice. He moved silently. When he stood his still wore all his clothing.
Hard wearing heavy pants and shirt, with a long coat of sorts. He carefully opened his door and peered down the hallway. He could see Vixen easily. She was hard to miss when she was angry. Hard to miss most any time really, he wondered that she ever managed the stealth required for her previous profession.
He left his room and looked over the railing to see the crowd gathered on the stairs themselves. What was going on here? He walked towards Vixen and her eyes glanced towards him. She scowled. She always scowled when she saw him. A man could start to get a complex he mused. He didn't need to ask her his question. He found he rarely did...
"Look.. this is nothing okay? I can handle it!"
He glanced pointedly at her messy attire. He could see her starting the fume. "That little..." she jerked her head angrily in the direction of the two cowering on the stairs... "idiot... did this to me!" She snarled. Vladamere merely raised an eyebrow at this. Vixen tossed her head impatiently and he knew he would get no more information out of her.
He glanced down at the two. They seemed harmless enough. He could only imagine what had gone on whilst he slept. It looked as if Vixen hadn't had much sleep herself. Though, she rarely did sleep from what he could tell. Too tormented by inner demons? Who knew. He brushed past Vixen and started to walk towards the two. Vixen stared after him in stunned disbelief.
... had been trying to sleep when he heard the commotion out on the stairs. His eyes opened even though the rest of his body stayed perfectly still. He listened carefully and he heard Vixen's voice. He moved silently. When he stood his still wore all his clothing.
Hard wearing heavy pants and shirt, with a long coat of sorts. He carefully opened his door and peered down the hallway. He could see Vixen easily. She was hard to miss when she was angry. Hard to miss most any time really, he wondered that she ever managed the stealth required for her previous profession.
He left his room and looked over the railing to see the crowd gathered on the stairs themselves. What was going on here? He walked towards Vixen and her eyes glanced towards him. She scowled. She always scowled when she saw him. A man could start to get a complex he mused. He didn't need to ask her his question. He found he rarely did...
"Look.. this is nothing okay? I can handle it!"
He glanced pointedly at her messy attire. He could see her starting the fume. "That little..." she jerked her head angrily in the direction of the two cowering on the stairs... "idiot... did this to me!" She snarled. Vladamere merely raised an eyebrow at this. Vixen tossed her head impatiently and he knew he would get no more information out of her.
He glanced down at the two. They seemed harmless enough. He could only imagine what had gone on whilst he slept. It looked as if Vixen hadn't had much sleep herself. Though, she rarely did sleep from what he could tell. Too tormented by inner demons? Who knew. He brushed past Vixen and started to walk towards the two. Vixen stared after him in stunned disbelief.
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Rose
Rose weighed her options.
"Fuck this..." she muttered turning and striding past to Vixen. She'd rather be captured by her then the beast below. She glared as she walked past the man coming down and went to Vixen's side.
[Edited by RoseThorn on 12-09-2000 at 01:47 AM]
Rose weighed her options.
"Fuck this..." she muttered turning and striding past to Vixen. She'd rather be captured by her then the beast below. She glared as she walked past the man coming down and went to Vixen's side.
[Edited by RoseThorn on 12-09-2000 at 01:47 AM]
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OOC: Okay, I need three things to happen... Vixen, you need to realise that Cervantes's fucking you might have indeed infected you with lycanthropy OR impregnated you... *Gotta leave bastard chillin in EVERY port you know! Rose, even though you don't want to be infected I ask that you play up the FEAR of being so... Cervantes needs to be hunted now. He has openly slayed a child here folks! He is no longer egocentrically charming, he is now this threads VILLAN! Please take my suggestions into consideration? It would be interesting if one of the two women that he had intimate contact with DID indeed contract lycanthropy...
Cervantes:
Still in the form of a beast, Cervantes scuttled back into the environs of the Fisherman's Wife. Blood, the blood of the dead boy dripped from his chin. His fur covered body was yellowish, with black spots. His neck was nearly nonexistent. The muzzle of his mouth glistened with spit, snot and blood. He walked, with a slight hunch, but one that denoted power, not infermity, to the bar, the bar tender was frosen in fear, not every day you see a sight such as this. Snatching the bar tenders wash cloth right from his hand Cervantes whiped his face clean of the boys blood. Dropping the cloth back onto the bar top Cervantes turned to face the room, all eyes locked on him. There was screaming from outside, no doubt the boys sundered body had just been found. Cervantes smiled a toothy smile, mocking the horror of what he had done. He returned slowly to his human form for all to see. The yellow fur seemed to suck back into their folicles, the sound of bone scrapping and adjusting could be heard. Cervantes snarled in pain as his jaw popped back into a shape propper for a man. People would have acted against him before this time but for the air of fear he brought to the room. It locked the weaker of hearts tightly to their seats. Finally, whilst touching his sore jaw Cervantes smiled, he looked exactly as he had when he walked in this morning, only now these people knew, or thought they knew what they were dealing with. "Well then... Shall we be about it?" He asked them all as he saw a party of guards rushing into the room. "The hunt I mean... It has only just begun..." He looked up at Vixen with a sharp smile. "And little Vixen... The yeast is not the only thing you should worry about..." He glanced to Rose. "Ask the girl, she knows..." The guards drew swords. "Stay put citizens! There is a murderer in your midsts!"
With a cocky grin Cervantes raised his hand. "That would be me..."
Cervantes:
Still in the form of a beast, Cervantes scuttled back into the environs of the Fisherman's Wife. Blood, the blood of the dead boy dripped from his chin. His fur covered body was yellowish, with black spots. His neck was nearly nonexistent. The muzzle of his mouth glistened with spit, snot and blood. He walked, with a slight hunch, but one that denoted power, not infermity, to the bar, the bar tender was frosen in fear, not every day you see a sight such as this. Snatching the bar tenders wash cloth right from his hand Cervantes whiped his face clean of the boys blood. Dropping the cloth back onto the bar top Cervantes turned to face the room, all eyes locked on him. There was screaming from outside, no doubt the boys sundered body had just been found. Cervantes smiled a toothy smile, mocking the horror of what he had done. He returned slowly to his human form for all to see. The yellow fur seemed to suck back into their folicles, the sound of bone scrapping and adjusting could be heard. Cervantes snarled in pain as his jaw popped back into a shape propper for a man. People would have acted against him before this time but for the air of fear he brought to the room. It locked the weaker of hearts tightly to their seats. Finally, whilst touching his sore jaw Cervantes smiled, he looked exactly as he had when he walked in this morning, only now these people knew, or thought they knew what they were dealing with. "Well then... Shall we be about it?" He asked them all as he saw a party of guards rushing into the room. "The hunt I mean... It has only just begun..." He looked up at Vixen with a sharp smile. "And little Vixen... The yeast is not the only thing you should worry about..." He glanced to Rose. "Ask the girl, she knows..." The guards drew swords. "Stay put citizens! There is a murderer in your midsts!"
With a cocky grin Cervantes raised his hand. "That would be me..."
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Ren
OOC: Ok, this is kinda short BUT it's because I was going to do a long one but everytime I got near finishing it someone would post something that made me have to start over. lol So I'm trying to get it in before it happens again.
IC: Slowly, I back away from the human form of the beast that was known as Cervantes. He looks at me with that smug look on his face as the guards keep their distance. Their weapons shake in their hands as they try to keep the fear from showing. It showed way to easily.
Backing away quickly, I move past the young man named Joach and past the women. I trip over my cloak and fall to the floor infront of the new character. Vlademir looks down at me as I crawl over to his feet and begin to do what I can to find some help.
I begin to beg them for help, "You guys gotta help me! I'm to young and sexy to die!!!"
At that last comment, I can hear someone cough out a 'bullshit' in the background. That didnt matter at the moment though, I needed to get the hell out of here.
"Please!!!" I beg the three of them, "You gotta help me get get away from him!!!" God, could I look anymore pathetic? But then again I wanted to live dammit!
OOC: OK remember this is IC so try not to ignore it like you guys did my last post. lol
OOC: Ok, this is kinda short BUT it's because I was going to do a long one but everytime I got near finishing it someone would post something that made me have to start over. lol So I'm trying to get it in before it happens again.
IC: Slowly, I back away from the human form of the beast that was known as Cervantes. He looks at me with that smug look on his face as the guards keep their distance. Their weapons shake in their hands as they try to keep the fear from showing. It showed way to easily.
Backing away quickly, I move past the young man named Joach and past the women. I trip over my cloak and fall to the floor infront of the new character. Vlademir looks down at me as I crawl over to his feet and begin to do what I can to find some help.
I begin to beg them for help, "You guys gotta help me! I'm to young and sexy to die!!!"
At that last comment, I can hear someone cough out a 'bullshit' in the background. That didnt matter at the moment though, I needed to get the hell out of here.
"Please!!!" I beg the three of them, "You gotta help me get get away from him!!!" God, could I look anymore pathetic? But then again I wanted to live dammit!
OOC: OK remember this is IC so try not to ignore it like you guys did my last post. lol
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Rose blinked and looked at the young man. This had to be funniest thing she'd ever seen. At least the guy knew when to say he needed help. Ok, so he asked in a strange way, but still...
She sank back as Vixen and her guy friend looked at the other guy on the floor. With any luck she could slip away...
Rose blinked and looked at the young man. This had to be funniest thing she'd ever seen. At least the guy knew when to say he needed help. Ok, so he asked in a strange way, but still...
She sank back as Vixen and her guy friend looked at the other guy on the floor. With any luck she could slip away...
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A commotion downstairs brought me out of my reverie. Sleep was something unknown to me now, but I found I could enter a trance, that at least relaxed my mind, or thoughts at least.
I went to the door, opening it and crouching again through the low frame, and headed down the stairs. Several people were gawking at the sight of a large, wolf-like creature - a werewolf, I realised - and barely noticed me before I reached the last few steps.
Eight feet of hulking silver-like metal walking around soon catches attention, though. My features were crafted by some of the best elven artists, and my muscular sculpted body was naked save for the black cloth wound about my waist, to hang down as a loincloth.
"Another monster!" someone cried, and I glanced in the man's direction. I shook my head slowly, my blue crystal eyes glowing softly now.
"No" I firmly stated, "I am Taril. Unless you have silver, I suggest you do not attempt to start a fight with that creature."
I cracked my gauntlet-like hands together. "Mithril is a silver alloy, though."
I started forward, my silver lips curling into a smile.
I went to the door, opening it and crouching again through the low frame, and headed down the stairs. Several people were gawking at the sight of a large, wolf-like creature - a werewolf, I realised - and barely noticed me before I reached the last few steps.
Eight feet of hulking silver-like metal walking around soon catches attention, though. My features were crafted by some of the best elven artists, and my muscular sculpted body was naked save for the black cloth wound about my waist, to hang down as a loincloth.
"Another monster!" someone cried, and I glanced in the man's direction. I shook my head slowly, my blue crystal eyes glowing softly now.
"No" I firmly stated, "I am Taril. Unless you have silver, I suggest you do not attempt to start a fight with that creature."
I cracked my gauntlet-like hands together. "Mithril is a silver alloy, though."
I started forward, my silver lips curling into a smile.
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Cervantes:
Fixing Taril with his eyes Cervantes looked to the mans blade. He looked up and mocked the expression on his lips with his own twisted and comical version, then his eyes showed with belittling contempt for the man. "So... You will be the fist to die?" Cervantes said flatly. "No, wait, that would be the bloody mess of a boy-child I left out upon the street to be picked clean by the vultures..." Cervantes was taunting not only Taril, but every soul in the tavern. He wanted a fight, that was evident. He had no remorce for what he had done, that too was evident. Several people gasped at his discription of the boy and he smiled, was it that their reaction of horror had pleased him?!
Fixing Taril with his eyes Cervantes looked to the mans blade. He looked up and mocked the expression on his lips with his own twisted and comical version, then his eyes showed with belittling contempt for the man. "So... You will be the fist to die?" Cervantes said flatly. "No, wait, that would be the bloody mess of a boy-child I left out upon the street to be picked clean by the vultures..." Cervantes was taunting not only Taril, but every soul in the tavern. He wanted a fight, that was evident. He had no remorce for what he had done, that too was evident. Several people gasped at his discription of the boy and he smiled, was it that their reaction of horror had pleased him?!
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Taril
I kept smiling. He seemed unaware of my nature, despite the fact that I towered above all the others in the room. I suppose I did look like a man dressed in silver armour, though as I stepped more fully into the light cast by the fireplace, that image was dispelled.
The smile was not on a face made of flesh, but of metal. My eyes glowed brighter.
"You may have killed a young boy, beast... but now try me" I said, "and let us see how well you fare."
I raised my blade, made from the same metal as I.
I kept smiling. He seemed unaware of my nature, despite the fact that I towered above all the others in the room. I suppose I did look like a man dressed in silver armour, though as I stepped more fully into the light cast by the fireplace, that image was dispelled.
The smile was not on a face made of flesh, but of metal. My eyes glowed brighter.
"You may have killed a young boy, beast... but now try me" I said, "and let us see how well you fare."
I raised my blade, made from the same metal as I.
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ooc: DAMN! A battle and BOTH rolandos have No Idea It's Going on! E&%#&*%!*#*!!*!!!!!!!! GO TO SLEEP PEOPLE!!!!!!
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Cervantes:
Seeing Talin's courage the guards were bolstered into action. The approached Cervantes with caution. He yawned and swatted at phantom flies, to show how unimpressed he was. Then fixed Talin with a challenging stare. "Him first, and alone, if he beats me then I may let you take me away, guards, if you do not relent to this proposal you will be dead, the entire lot of you... Do you really want to make your wives widows just for the likes of me?" He flashed his teeth, they still had a slight crimson sheen to them. One of the guards bristled. "Foul beast! There will be no deals made!" He shouted and launched quite unexpectedly for Cervantes,leaving his fellow guardsmen to watch in horror, his sword drawn and swinging for a kill. Cervantes drew his katana and took the mans hand off at the wrist with ease. His sword, hand still gripping it clattered onto a nearby table. The man screamed in pain and anguish, falling to his knees. Cervantes scooped him up and faced him toward his fellows. With a scowl, a hateful scowl Cervantes hissed into the mans ear. "Fool, I didn't want you... Death... Is too good for you..." With that Cervantes reached into one of his pouches, holding the quickly fading guard by the scruff of the neck. He revealed a polised white gurilla's tooth. He began to entone a phrase of magical potency, and worked the tooth into the mans spine visciously. The guards were too afraid to aproach once more as they watched the magic take effect. The mans skin sprouted thick wiry hair and his jaw extended with as sick crackling, he howled in pain, and it grew gutteral, a savage war cry. His arms extended and he became hunched over in much the way that Cervantes had been in his were form, only this man had more the appearance of a gurilla. It was as though the humanesque intelligence flickered and died in his pitted eyes as they showed only base instinct now. He started to grunt and whine. Cervantes pushed him into the midst of his fellow guardsmen. With a smile Cervantes stated simply. "Give my condolences to his wife... He seems half the man he used to be..." Lifting his sword back to Talin he continued. "Now, unless any more of you care to share his fate, let the tin man pass!" His smile filled his face as his hair partially hid his eyes.
OOC: For any gamers that want to know, that spell was "Articus's devolutionary warrior" it turns a normal man into something like a cave man... Lowers all mental stats but increasing physical ones...
Seeing Talin's courage the guards were bolstered into action. The approached Cervantes with caution. He yawned and swatted at phantom flies, to show how unimpressed he was. Then fixed Talin with a challenging stare. "Him first, and alone, if he beats me then I may let you take me away, guards, if you do not relent to this proposal you will be dead, the entire lot of you... Do you really want to make your wives widows just for the likes of me?" He flashed his teeth, they still had a slight crimson sheen to them. One of the guards bristled. "Foul beast! There will be no deals made!" He shouted and launched quite unexpectedly for Cervantes,leaving his fellow guardsmen to watch in horror, his sword drawn and swinging for a kill. Cervantes drew his katana and took the mans hand off at the wrist with ease. His sword, hand still gripping it clattered onto a nearby table. The man screamed in pain and anguish, falling to his knees. Cervantes scooped him up and faced him toward his fellows. With a scowl, a hateful scowl Cervantes hissed into the mans ear. "Fool, I didn't want you... Death... Is too good for you..." With that Cervantes reached into one of his pouches, holding the quickly fading guard by the scruff of the neck. He revealed a polised white gurilla's tooth. He began to entone a phrase of magical potency, and worked the tooth into the mans spine visciously. The guards were too afraid to aproach once more as they watched the magic take effect. The mans skin sprouted thick wiry hair and his jaw extended with as sick crackling, he howled in pain, and it grew gutteral, a savage war cry. His arms extended and he became hunched over in much the way that Cervantes had been in his were form, only this man had more the appearance of a gurilla. It was as though the humanesque intelligence flickered and died in his pitted eyes as they showed only base instinct now. He started to grunt and whine. Cervantes pushed him into the midst of his fellow guardsmen. With a smile Cervantes stated simply. "Give my condolences to his wife... He seems half the man he used to be..." Lifting his sword back to Talin he continued. "Now, unless any more of you care to share his fate, let the tin man pass!" His smile filled his face as his hair partially hid his eyes.
OOC: For any gamers that want to know, that spell was "Articus's devolutionary warrior" it turns a normal man into something like a cave man... Lowers all mental stats but increasing physical ones...
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Taril
My smile turned sour as the creature worked magic, changing the hapless guard.
"As I said, unless your weapons be silver, I would suggest you back off" I repeated, trying not to sound condescending.
"Time to put the dog out" I stated, striding towards the werewolf purposefully. Few magics worked on golems, but that didn't mean the other people here weren't in danger. The sooner I took this outside, the better.
My smile turned sour as the creature worked magic, changing the hapless guard.
"As I said, unless your weapons be silver, I would suggest you back off" I repeated, trying not to sound condescending.
"Time to put the dog out" I stated, striding towards the werewolf purposefully. Few magics worked on golems, but that didn't mean the other people here weren't in danger. The sooner I took this outside, the better.
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Ren
IC: The shrieks and screams of terror echo their way up to the second floor as Cervantes begins his terror. Noticing that the second girl is trying to sneak away, I slowly try to back away with her. Then, the large man quickly places his foot firmly onto my back to pin me down to the floor.
"Shit" I mutter out as I realise I can't get out of this situation on my own. If I could get up from being pinned down by this man, I would have to deal with the woman. And she showed earlier on that my skills where nothing compared to hers.
"Um, look" I begin in hopes of living to see another day, "I could be of great help to you two in the future. I mean, sure I might not be the best fighter, but I'm learning and..." My words are cut off as I glance to see the mans hand moving towards his weapon. He was getting ready to deliver a death blow soon and I was powerless to stop him.
"Please don't kill me," I tell them with obvious fear in my voice and eyes, "I'll do anything you two want if you'll spare my life. I can be of great help to you." I close my eyes as I await for what they might decide to do at the moment.
OOC: Is this guy a coward or what? heh heh But he's got his own tricks up his sleeves that nobody knows about just yet.
IC: The shrieks and screams of terror echo their way up to the second floor as Cervantes begins his terror. Noticing that the second girl is trying to sneak away, I slowly try to back away with her. Then, the large man quickly places his foot firmly onto my back to pin me down to the floor.
"Shit" I mutter out as I realise I can't get out of this situation on my own. If I could get up from being pinned down by this man, I would have to deal with the woman. And she showed earlier on that my skills where nothing compared to hers.
"Um, look" I begin in hopes of living to see another day, "I could be of great help to you two in the future. I mean, sure I might not be the best fighter, but I'm learning and..." My words are cut off as I glance to see the mans hand moving towards his weapon. He was getting ready to deliver a death blow soon and I was powerless to stop him.
"Please don't kill me," I tell them with obvious fear in my voice and eyes, "I'll do anything you two want if you'll spare my life. I can be of great help to you." I close my eyes as I await for what they might decide to do at the moment.
OOC: Is this guy a coward or what? heh heh But he's got his own tricks up his sleeves that nobody knows about just yet.
Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Cervantes:
"Ah, good, it is so nice to have a challenge for once, even if it is only a slight one..." Cervantes regarded Taril's drawn weapon with an amused smirk. Taking a low stance, holding his katana just above navel level, Cervantes started to circle Taril.
"Ah, good, it is so nice to have a challenge for once, even if it is only a slight one..." Cervantes regarded Taril's drawn weapon with an amused smirk. Taking a low stance, holding his katana just above navel level, Cervantes started to circle Taril.
poohlive
Silly Ole Bear
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There ain't no shit like the deep shit.
Joach looked down. Hell must have frozen over early this year. He jumped off the stairs, running for the door. Pouch or no pouch he was out of here.
He came up to the door, and tried the handle.
Locked?
No, he tried it again. It was almost as if the handle was going, but the door itself wouldn't budge. He pushed, leaning his entire body into it.
Nothing.
Joach took a step back. Somewhere he could hear screaming, that creature certainly knew how to do whatever it was he did. He looked at the door, and raised his hands.
"Come on..."
A blast erupted, knocking him down. He looked up, across the room the door was firmly closed. It had streaks of an explosion all around it. He quickly got up and dusted himself off.
That actually went better than he had hoped. He quickly looked around, no frog legs or little froggy eyes anywhere. He actually made the spell work.
Joach pushed on the door, it still wouldn't budge. He hit fiercely.
"LET ME OUT!!!"
He looked around. This couldn't be, whoever did this was a great weaver of magic. He couldn't even dent it. This was bad, this was really bad. The last thing he wanted to do was end up like that boy outside.
His insides were staying inside.
Joach had to find a way out of here.
Joach looked down. Hell must have frozen over early this year. He jumped off the stairs, running for the door. Pouch or no pouch he was out of here.
He came up to the door, and tried the handle.
Locked?
No, he tried it again. It was almost as if the handle was going, but the door itself wouldn't budge. He pushed, leaning his entire body into it.
Nothing.
Joach took a step back. Somewhere he could hear screaming, that creature certainly knew how to do whatever it was he did. He looked at the door, and raised his hands.
"Come on..."
A blast erupted, knocking him down. He looked up, across the room the door was firmly closed. It had streaks of an explosion all around it. He quickly got up and dusted himself off.
That actually went better than he had hoped. He quickly looked around, no frog legs or little froggy eyes anywhere. He actually made the spell work.
Joach pushed on the door, it still wouldn't budge. He hit fiercely.
"LET ME OUT!!!"
He looked around. This couldn't be, whoever did this was a great weaver of magic. He couldn't even dent it. This was bad, this was really bad. The last thing he wanted to do was end up like that boy outside.
His insides were staying inside.
Joach had to find a way out of here.
Moneytalks
I just listen... ;)
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Vixen...
... watched as Rose walked to stand by her side. She wasn't sure how the night had escalated into a blood bath but she certainly didn't want to add to the pool herself. She admired Rose... the girl had talent... Vixen herself saw through the girl's toughness... so similar to her own attitude. Finally she had to face it... she'd met her match in that... that were/man.
Vladamere's appearance had helped her realise she was way out of her depth... also... also... she could be... she shook her head suddenly to wash that horrible thought from her mind. Pregnant? Infected? It was too horrible to consider. She had been incredibly foolish... not unusual but there you have it. She couldn't let the girl get killed... or the boy cowering at her feet either.
Vladamere could fend for himself... they however really needed to leave... and now.
"Rose... " she addressed the girl, "grab him... we're outta here..." Vixen looked around for a viable exit.
... watched as Rose walked to stand by her side. She wasn't sure how the night had escalated into a blood bath but she certainly didn't want to add to the pool herself. She admired Rose... the girl had talent... Vixen herself saw through the girl's toughness... so similar to her own attitude. Finally she had to face it... she'd met her match in that... that were/man.
Vladamere's appearance had helped her realise she was way out of her depth... also... also... she could be... she shook her head suddenly to wash that horrible thought from her mind. Pregnant? Infected? It was too horrible to consider. She had been incredibly foolish... not unusual but there you have it. She couldn't let the girl get killed... or the boy cowering at her feet either.
Vladamere could fend for himself... they however really needed to leave... and now.
"Rose... " she addressed the girl, "grab him... we're outta here..." Vixen looked around for a viable exit.
Kepic
Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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Taril
Undoubtedly, my opponent was quicker. My body was ill suited to agile movements, but I never tired. Still, his endurance, being a lycanthrope, whether born or cursed, would be great.
We sized each other up, his snarling features twisting into obvious contempt, my own impassive.
I made the first move, slashing a downwards blow that he easily sidestepped. Yes, he was quick. The wooden floorboards splintered where the tip of my heavy blade sunk into the inn's floor.
"Is that the best you can do?" he growled, looking almost upset, "I hoped you would be a challenge."
The guardsmen, struggling to restrain their once comrade, had had the sense now to pull back, as the inn's patron's had already done.
I swung again, from my blades downward position, angling the flat of my blade, tearing through the floorboards to strike against his hindquarters with a resounding slap.
It was a blow meant to goad him into the fight proper. If I could get a hand on him, he'd find my grip relentless, and it should then be a simple matter to finish him. The inn's door was behind me now, hopefully I could draw him outside.
That was the theory, anyway. I was more used to pursuing the other dark denizens of the night over his kind.
Undoubtedly, my opponent was quicker. My body was ill suited to agile movements, but I never tired. Still, his endurance, being a lycanthrope, whether born or cursed, would be great.
We sized each other up, his snarling features twisting into obvious contempt, my own impassive.
I made the first move, slashing a downwards blow that he easily sidestepped. Yes, he was quick. The wooden floorboards splintered where the tip of my heavy blade sunk into the inn's floor.
"Is that the best you can do?" he growled, looking almost upset, "I hoped you would be a challenge."
The guardsmen, struggling to restrain their once comrade, had had the sense now to pull back, as the inn's patron's had already done.
I swung again, from my blades downward position, angling the flat of my blade, tearing through the floorboards to strike against his hindquarters with a resounding slap.
It was a blow meant to goad him into the fight proper. If I could get a hand on him, he'd find my grip relentless, and it should then be a simple matter to finish him. The inn's door was behind me now, hopefully I could draw him outside.
That was the theory, anyway. I was more used to pursuing the other dark denizens of the night over his kind.
Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Cervantes:
"Love pats will get you nowhere with me tin man." Still circling Taril Cervantes showed his teeth in a mocking smirk. It was the ultimate challange, Brawn against stealth, brains the only equilizer. Cervantes only hoped the walking block of metal knew better than to... *Cervantes waggled a warning finger in his own mind.* Well... That was secret... "Come on! Have some heart, tin man! Stop goading me and fight! Or should I call Dorothy? Ya pansy!...Or were you the one that needed the brain..." Cervantes held his katana to the side as he seemed to ponder the noncence he had been blabbering just seconds before. His entire front was unguarded, there was no man, natural or unnatural of nature that could leave itself so open to attack without it meaning death for them... It was almost as though he was inviting Taril's death blow. Almost as if thats what he wanted!
"Love pats will get you nowhere with me tin man." Still circling Taril Cervantes showed his teeth in a mocking smirk. It was the ultimate challange, Brawn against stealth, brains the only equilizer. Cervantes only hoped the walking block of metal knew better than to... *Cervantes waggled a warning finger in his own mind.* Well... That was secret... "Come on! Have some heart, tin man! Stop goading me and fight! Or should I call Dorothy? Ya pansy!...Or were you the one that needed the brain..." Cervantes held his katana to the side as he seemed to ponder the noncence he had been blabbering just seconds before. His entire front was unguarded, there was no man, natural or unnatural of nature that could leave itself so open to attack without it meaning death for them... It was almost as though he was inviting Taril's death blow. Almost as if thats what he wanted!
