Fisherman's Wharf

[Kepic]

Taril

"You're the one looking for the fight" I said, "and I may have no heart, but I have more soul than you it seems."

I swung again, seeing he had left himself open. Too open, for a creature which had showed so much cunning. Yet, could I ignore the possibility that he had simply let down his guard, and not try and gain advantage from it?

As my sword bit into his flesh, he snarled, and I pulled the blade clear slowly, stepping forward to knock him back completely off of the mitrhril now shimmering red in the light of the fireplace.

"I regret I have no silver, but maybe the taste of enchanted mithril is more to your liking" I said. My thrust had missed any vital organs, it seemed, but he clutched one clawed fur-covered hand to the wound.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Young Man*
*he walks next To Vixen* We Should Go Out the Back way, I am not going to get any sleep tonight with all of you Going on out here, Besides, We need to get you checked out, To make sure nothings wrong..*he looked at her, and saw the confusion in her eyes, he swished some of the long black hair out of his face* Please do not give me that Look, it is unbecoming of such beauty.*he took her and swiftly led her and the young rose down the back stairs, coming to a heavy oaken door, The young Former rolando picked the lock in seconds, pushing the door open as he hearded them out the back way, slamming the oak door shut* There, Now where can we go, Do Either of you have any ideas? *he saw the still confused looks on their faces and shook his head with disgust at such indesisiveness*

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: And you yell at me for being controlling.


Joach quickly ran across the room for the stairs, but stoppped. The fight was between him, he didn't want to get any closer than he had to. He needed to get upstairs, though.
He looked at the second story. The top corridor went from the stair's to the room where his pouch was, and then from the stairs out over the bar.
The bar!
He looked up, it was too high to jump, he climbed on top of the bar, nope, still outof his reach. Joach jumped down, looking for something to stand on.
The tables looked sturdy enough. Joach quickly grabbed one and moved it over by the bar. He set another one on top of the first. There, a nice little make shift staircase.
After climbing on top of the bar, he jumped to the second story of table.
It leaned to the right. He closed his eyes, and winced, preparing for the blow. Nothing happened, it came back with a start, and shook until it straightened itself out.
Joach stood up, and jumped over the railing. He was on the second story.
He ran for the room. Inside there was his pouch, on the floor, staring back at him. Grabbing it, Joach put it around his neck. That felt better.
He also saw the other dagger staring back at him. That would be helpful. He wasn't going to fight anyone, but just in case.
Joach looked at the window.
Maybe that was a way to escape....

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:

Poohlive... can I just say... Roland may have moved Rose & myself outside... but from my last post it was obvious that my intention was to leave the premises anyway... besides which Roland did apologise to me personally for taking too much control but as I told him... it was fine... he's still given me and Rose a lot of room to respond as we see fit. Sorry... didn't mean to sound righteous or anything... just wanted to clear that up.

IC:

Vixen was momentarily at a loss for words. She hadn't expected some would-be hero to save them. Now she considered his question seriously. She wasn't sure she really wanted his help... but then again... she wasn't willfully stupid... he might prove useful. She was more concerned with his knowledge about her predicament... she was sure no one else knew her fears about a possible pregnancy. She swallowed carefully as she considered the man standing before her impatiently waiting for a response. He looked... so vaguely familiar... she frowned... but he clearly didn't know her did he? Then why help her? Maybe he knew Rose?

Vixen looked to Rose who looked ready to run for it now that they were out in the open away from the made beast inside. Vixen scowled... she only knew one person who lived nearby. She sighed. "We go to Gilliad's castle..." she muttered. When Rose looked at her questioningly Vixen shrugged... "he'll give us supplies and a place to clean up... he can be trusted..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Young Man*
Alright..I belive i Know the way...It's not too far, But it's a bit of a maze...*He tosses them each a string* There..This way you wont lose me..He turns, his long black hair flowing like a cape, he dashes off into the night, Making sure They were following him...*

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... her body tossed and turned as the nightmare took hold.

A fierce beast... only it stood like a man... tearing limbs... blood... a little boy screaming... pain... horror... death!

She trembled and moaned... the sounds of horror intensifying until suddenly she screamed as if the very life was being wrenched from her.

The door to her room flung open and Roland Snr strode into the room and was instantly by her side... holding her trembling form in his strong arms. She screamed again apon feeling herself confined so. His deep rumbling voice attempted to sooth her... shushing her like a child. Eventually the sound penetrated her frightened mind and she calmed slowly. Finally she lay limp in his embrace... crying silent tears... too exhausted to even think anymore.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rolando Snr.*

*he held her, softly and lovingly* There There Trinity...Shhhhhhhhh...It's alright..*he pats her slowly, as she clung to him, crying tears that he could hear within his very soul..She slowly began to calm down, he sat on the bed with her, turning up a lamp to get some light into the room* There there Trinity..*he removes his hankercheif and dries her eyes daintily* There you go..*he smiles at her, hoping she finds comfort in his eyes* Nothing can harm you here M'lady Trinity...I Shall see to that..*he nods slowly, comforting her as she ceases to shake.* There....*he smiles warmly...He knows she wants to speak..*

 

[Moneytalks]

Trinity...

... still shivering... though not from cold so much as from remenants of fear. She looked into the eyes of the man trying to calm her. She took a deep shuddering breath... and her voice came out in a whisper... "it was so real... so horrible... I saw... I saw..." her eyes widened in fear even as her mind recalled the horror of her dream.

She buried her face into his chest and he had to listen carefully to understand her muffled words... "it was a beast... it... it killed... an... an innocent boy... not... not just killed... mauled the boy to death... so... so horrible... so much blood..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Removing his hand from the wound Taril had given him, his fingers coated with his fiery blood, before the eyes of everyone the wound began to knit, slowly and eirilly though it was. "Not bad... More than I had expected. Thank you for revealing your cards to me tin man." the wound faded away leaving only smooth skin, and blood soaked cloth. Taking the hand that had held the wound Cervantes traced his fingers along his cheeks, over the ridge of his nose, then down along his chin. Turning his own blood into some sort of morbid war paint. He grinned and again took his stance to fight, this time not dropping his guard for any off handed comments. He approached slowly, like a stalking cat. "Silver does not work on Crocuta crocuta, tin man, but I find that before I turn you to slag I should commend you on one count... An enchanted weapon... Bravo." Cervantes Spoke as calmly as ever, and for a moment Taril thought that he would never get to the fighting that he so claimed to want.

The blade of the katana in Cervantes's hands began to glow deep red, bathing everyone in its light, turning everything crimson. Bursting suddenly and violently into action, Cervantes swung the katana for Taril's side, spinning and dropping, hooking a kick back into the crook of his knee then drawing his sword back up, with a sharp and voilent flick of his wrist, to connect once more along Taril's mid section.

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Thats right, I forgot. I am the only control freak in here.



Joach looked outside. Freedom, if only he could get out there. It was a long jump, could he do it? Those other two had done it. He had to at least try.
Joach leaned out of the window. A sudden rush of wind took him back it. He shook his head, and leaned out again. The wind pushed back. He grabbed both of the sides for support, and tried to lean out as far as he could.
The wind was ferocious, grabbing at his hair, and clothing. He couldn't see, but he heard the contents of the room scattering everywhere. What was happenening?
Joach pulled with all his might, even grabbing an inch more of ground. Suddenly, the wind reached it's zenith. Joach couldn't hold on. He let go, and flew across the room.
He his the wall with a tremendous crash. Joach breathed in deeply. Nothing was damaged, except his pride. He looked out the window. A perfectly calm day stared back at him.
No wind, there was no wind coming from out of the door.
Joach furled his brow, he had to get out of here. He picked up a shoe, and threw it out of the window. It fell, and landed with a soft sound. No wind, nothing tried to stop it.
He walked up to it, and reached out his hand. A gentle breeze pulled against him. Joach pulled his hand back. He knew better than to test that again.
There was no doubt in his mind now, someone wanted him to stay in here. Someone who knew great magic. He held on to his pouch. What was he to do? When that creature was done, surely he would go after everyone else.
He needed to get out of here.

 

[RoseThorn]

Rose

Rose followed quietly for a few moments, seemingly thoughtful. Finally she spoke as they followed the man at a good clip.

"We should see a healer of some sort...Or a priest. Maybe both..."

 

[Roland Gilliad]

(Eeps! Wanted to post last night, dinnae get a chance..)
*Rolando Snr.*

*he smiled warmly at her*It was only a nightmare M'lady..It is alright...Do not Worry yourself..*She seemed to calm in his arms and in his words..looking up at him like a small...frightened child...he shhhh'ed her quietly...Holding her as if she were a soft doll...He Massaged her back and shoulder muscles with his strong, skillful hands...Writhing MAYBE a little..But not enough to seem bad..Rolando Figured he must've hit a nerve when me began to massage a particular part of her shoulder and she fully and totally relaxed..he knew she wanted to say somthing..*

 

[Renegade]

Ren

OOC: I'm with Vixen and Rose right? If not, I am now. lol

IC: Trying my best to keep up with the group, and as far away from Cervantes, I look back a few times to see the man called Vladamere keeping an eye on me. I had agreed to help them if they got me out of there, and it looked like he wasn't going to let me sneak out of that deal. He shoves me again to keep me moving with their pace that was faster then what I'm used to moving at.

I mutter under my breath, "Why don't you take a pill you crazy old bastard?"

Wincing at the thought he'd hear me, I quicken my speed to go towards the front of the line. I heard when the younger woman made her suggestion and was puzzled by this at first. Then I realised what she had meant. The two of them had sex with that... thing.. and now they could be infected with god knows what.

Trying to comfort her, I tell them "I'm sure that even if you two are infected with anything, there is a cure out there for it. I mean, if there wasn't, then there would be more things like Cervantes out there, right?"

Before anyone could respond, I was kick hard in the back by Vladamere again. Having taken enough of this, I turn around to confront him. "Ok, Look here buddy" I begin when I hear him let out a low growl telling me to move on. Cringing at this, I mutter out a weak "I'll let it go this time".

Turning to the other woman, I tell her "Your friend doesn't like me much does he?" As I expected, she didn't pay much attention to me as we continued on our way. Nobody here seemed to like me much, but then, at least it was better then being around Cervantes.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

OOC:... [grins]... Renegade... your character rocks! [ggls]

IC:... Vixen nodded at Rose... their eyes met briefly... whether in understanding or just mutual fear it was uncertain. She tried to drive the thoughts of possible infection from her mind. She couldn't afford to lose her cool yet... too much at stake.

Behind them Vladamere and the boy assassin kept up. Vixen smiled grimly at the boy's remark. "Vladamere... is a man of few words... don't take it to heart..." she didn't know why she bothered telling him that.

Vladamere looked at Vixen oddly. From the conversation between her and Rose he had suddenly realised something. With a growl he reached forward and grabbed Vixen by the arm. She gasped, startled by the sudden grip. She was pulled abruptly to a halt.

"What the...?" She started.
"You slept with that monster?" Vladamere asked... his voice raspy and cold.
Vixen scowled at him, shaking off his hand. Her look spoke volumes. It was none of his business. Vladamere glowered at her. She tossed her braid over her shoulder and continued moving.
"This isn't the time or place for this discussion Vlad" She said as they continued at their fast pace after the young unamed man.

 

[Kepic]

Taril

The blade of the katana in Cervantes's hands began to glow deep red, bathing everyone in its light, turning everything crimson. Bursting suddenly and violently into action, Cervantes swung the katana for Taril's side, spinning and dropping, hooking a kick back into the crook of his knee then drawing his sword back up, with a sharp and voilent flick of his wrist, to connect once more along Taril's mid section

Definitely quick. So, no common werewolf? I reprimanded myself mentally. There was no such thing as a 'common' werewolf. Crocuta crocuta? I tried to recall my readings as a youth. My father had hired many a learned sage to tutor me. Hyena?

"Don't presume to know all my cards" I said, even as my knee buckled forward slightly from his kick. As the now glowing red blade struck against my side, I felt its warmth, a faint tingling. Whatever magic it held, made the blade intensely hot, for me to feel it. Mithril was not known for being easy to melt, even with the secretive enchantments elves used to work the metal. My blue crystal eyes were glowing almost as bright as his sword now, patterns of light crimson from his weapon and sapphire from my eyes dancing about the inn.

The second time it struck, I brought the elbow of my swordarm, locking his blade tight against my side, pinning it, and swung out with my free hand as I turned. Either he would have to let the blade be torn from his grap, and avoid my grasp, or keep hold of it and let me grapple him.

[Edited by Kepic on 12-11-2000 at 11:25 AM]

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Soon Enough,They would Come to a large clearing, the sight before them is astonishing, a BEAUTIFUL victorian Style manor, Richly Built And Well tended to, There are several gardens around where they came out, with beautiful flowers of every sort, Herbs and Healing Plants the likes of witch not even Vixen would have ever seen, It leads upon a smooth stone path up to a richly crafed, but very sturdy Oaken Door, Small Fountains can be heard from the other parts of the garden, and in the not too far distance, a Veranda (From witch, heat can be felt...But it's a kind heating..) stands lonesome upon the hill..surrounded by roses of every color and length..the young rolando allows them to take all of this in for a moment, before he walks briskly towards the door*

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

looked around the garden. Impressed despite herself. She'd never visited Roland before... she couldn't say why exactly. One thing confused her though...

"Young man!" She addressed young Roland... "what is your name? And how do you know of this place? Are you a friend of Roland's?"

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Stepping back, dodging Taril's grasp, Cervantes scowled. His prized sword was in the would be hero's posession... "Relinquish the sword to me, tin man, or more blood will be spilled... This time it will be on YOUR hands if you do not relent!" Cervantes spat. He hopped up onto a table and hunched down, in a wild, feral crouch. His hair was in his eyes, and his brow showed with the slightest sheen of sweat. Giving him the appearance of a mad man, which, surely, he must be. His teesh showed as he waited for Taril's course of action.

 

[Renegade]

Ren

OOC: Thanks Money, the guy is alot of fun to write for.

IC: As the older(but not to older heh heh)woman talks with the young man leading us, I turn to see Vladamere was not paying much attention to me at the moment. Taking this oppurtunity, I try to make a break for it when I see the younger girl looking at me. Shit. Well, atleast I could try to pass the time.

Walking up to her, I introduce myself "My names Ren, nice to meet you."

She looks at me as I ask, "So uh, how long have you known these two now?" A little chit chat never hurt. Then again, it was my big mouth that got me into this mess in the first place.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*HE turns around* I...I dont know my name...I Dont remember much Really...Just your name...that you're a good friend..and the way here...I seem to have suffered amnesia..

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

frowned. "You know me?" she asked questioningly... "how odd, I wonder how that could be... I certainly don't recognise you. Oh well, maybe Roland can clear it all up."

With that she lead them all into the great castle. As she entered the foyer she yelled out in a loud voice... "ROLAND! I've finally come to visit... aren't you coming to greet me?"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*Rolando Snr.*

*His face lit up to No end, as he heard Vixens voice, He calmed trinity down enough, so that he could leave her for a moment, he ran out of the room and called back* IF I KNEW YOU WERE COMING I WOULD HAVE BAKED A CAKE TOO!!! BUT WELCOME!!! *he laughe heartily* Im upstairs! You should be able to Find the Way Here!!! Im Terribly Sorry, But I have a friend here who's had a little Scare...Come IN! Come In! And Know me Better Mamn! *he laughs slightly As he turns, Going back into the room and returning to trinity, who to his eyes, looked MUCH better, He smiled and kissed her forehead, As he waited..*

*Young Man*
*he waved his hand* I know where he is...His room, he would'nt be anywhere else right now..he has a guest...Though I cannot discern Whom yet...Come, We should be able to make our way there, although I do not..*He walks, swiftly if nothing else down the VERY well decorated Halls*

 

[Kepic]

Taril

"You want your sword back?" I said, with a faint smile playing on my silver lips.

I glanced down at hilt of the katana, its blade now losing its crimson flare, and glanced towards one of the windows by the door. I grasped the hilt between finger and thumb, and dangled it for a moment in my hand.

Then, with a quick swing of my arm, I sent the weapon crashing out through the glass of the window. But, before it had fully left my grasp, I said mockingly, loud and clear -

"Fetch!"

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I know my last post was a lil silly...Forgive me, i was tired when i wrote it..

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

With a sneer Cervantes motioned a hand sharply toward his blade as Taril flung it for a window. The blade froze in mid air, whipped aroung violently and launched in the opposit direction, following the path that Cervantes traced with his finger. An instant later it was burried to the hand guard in the back of one of the guards that had been trying desperately to hold their mutated comrade at bay. The man shreiked like a stuck pig and fell forward, limply. With another motion of his hand Cervantes magically yanked the blade from the guard, bringing it to hover a foot in front of him. The mutated guard, having been released by the shocked guards started to lash out at anything it could get its clawed fingers and gnarled teeth into. With a cocky smirk Cervantes mouthed the words. "Save them, tin man... Hero..." Giving a particularly distasteful sneer when he mouthed the word hero, as though it were an offencive explitive.