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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 17, 2003 14:32:29 GMT -5
The blindfolded man faces slightly down at the bar.
A fight, eh? Ha... I've had many of those in my time. he exclaims to whoever cared to listen. Keeping quiet, the newcomer continues to listen to the sounds of the combat without interfering.
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Mourne Taivan
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C'mon, at least the reactor didn't blow...
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Post by Mourne Taivan on Nov 17, 2003 21:17:50 GMT -5
"Heh... time to die fools. Kaiten Kenbu!" He snaps a pair short katana-like blades from their sheaths and begins to spin about rather quickly. As he spins he lashes out three times in lightning succession, two slashes aimed at the other drunk and one at the outlander.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 17, 2003 23:23:34 GMT -5
The blindfolded man smiles as he hears the slice of sharp blades pierce the air
Katanas! How quaint. he says with a chuckle, humoring himself They had those back at my home too; fine blades they were. Then came along Korak with his Ko'yal'sar staves, and Tasogare with those Tra'yal'kon blades, and everything changed...
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Nov 18, 2003 5:13:36 GMT -5
Tari had been watching the outlander - and realised he was going to do something. A fight started out as some men hasseled the woman - but it looked under control so she stayed where she was; but when the outlander sends two men she gets up and swiftly positions herself between the elven woman and the guards. She grasped her quarterstaff and stood ready to strike, also hoping that she may have given the woman time to reach her staff.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 18, 2003 13:24:17 GMT -5
The blue-robed man at the bar turns to face Tari, now grasping her quarterstaff tightly
You there, the elven woman! Yes, you, the cold one! Put that weapon down. That man is more than capable of holding his own. he commanded, in a mature voice. Turning back to the bar, he speaks to the bartender Hey! Could I get my drink, please?
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Post by Shura on Nov 18, 2003 16:24:04 GMT -5
The outlander staggers, as if he is about to be sick. He makes a horrible gurgling noise, and suddenly a remarkable transformation takes place. His features are more or less the same, but they take on the appearance of a recently dead corpse, with serveral open wounds on the neck and stomach. His fingers become talons, his teeth become sharp and serrated and his eyes melt and sink deep into the sockets, to be replaced by a burning orange glow. His fine clothes are tattered, torn and splattered with blood. The new creature radiates malice and hate. Those around him shrink away in fear.
The creature cackles. 'You are out of your depth, witchling' it declares. 'i have come for the staff. If you value your life, you will leave me be.'
He stretches out his wrinkled, pallid hand. The cloth around the staff wraps around the blade more tightly and then the object flies towards its hand, which grips the object triumphantly. You notice that it only touches the cloth, not the object itself. It addesses the lady. ' with your little worm of a champion disarmed, Demogorgon shall triumph yet. You were ever a fool to trust in him, even when you knew his past.'
The lady lest out a cry rage and hurls a tongue flame from her hand, but it arcs and stikes the staff instead, doing no harm to the creature. 'Oh my' it says, 'what a useful little trinket! You will regret striking out at me, little elf!'
It gesticulates, and bands of glowing energy form around both the creature and elven woman. A brilliant green light flashes and suddenly both disappear. One of his guards lies mortally wounded by a katana, but the other makes for the door and runs off into the night, heedless of the blizzard.
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Post by Shura on Nov 18, 2003 16:51:52 GMT -5
The blindfolded man is finally served, most of the customers are having to reorder the drinks due to the fact that the wenches had forgotten the roders during the excitement.
Gossip abounds, concerning demons, foreign spies, and elven magic. Most of it is the rubbish, as adventurers are generally experienced enough to tell. However some talk concernes the msyterious companion of the lady who wlaked in earlier, speculating on whether he is elf, demon or something even more fantastic, and whether someone should tell him of what has happened.
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Mourne Taivan
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C'mon, at least the reactor didn't blow...
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Post by Mourne Taivan on Nov 18, 2003 20:14:55 GMT -5
The young man let out a deep breath and sheathed his weapons. He looked down at the remaining guard and sneared, "You failed your duty, pay the price." The man's third eye flashed as the guard was consumed by black flames, sniffing in disdain he walked back towards his table. He shot the bartender a black look as he passed.
~I knew this was going to be a tedious vacation... that old man is more than he appears that much is plain. He was able to pick out my movements without sight... well unless he offers some sort of energy training he is of no concern.~
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 18, 2003 23:56:23 GMT -5
Eh.... Those bloods 're deaders if e'r saw one. Don't wake the tarrasque, berk says the blindfolded man to himself.
Noticing the sudden change in the atmosphere of the bar, he pulls the sleeves of his robes slightly looser in order to hide his hands. He reaches behind him and unties the braid holding his hair together, trying to spread the white mane so that he could more easily cover the back of his neck and the base of his cheeks, where his skin turns bluish. Finally, with a more discreet motion, the blindfolded man slides the points of his ears under his blindfold and makes sure that the thick leather band is still secure.
He leans closer to the bar and starts his drink.
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Nov 24, 2003 5:34:10 GMT -5
Tari returned to her table and sat down. Confused as to what the hell had just happened. she gazed at the blindfolded man at the bar - unsure at wether to be angry that he told her what to do or thank him for stopping her before she did anything stupid. She decided to do neither and turned to Marie who was still sat at the table.
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Post by little red dragon on Nov 26, 2003 10:28:54 GMT -5
what did you do that for? you could have been killed. i would never do any thing like that. she questions her elven friend. then starts to drink again.
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Post by Little Blue Dragon on Nov 26, 2003 10:43:52 GMT -5
Thanks for that vote of confidence!! She was elven i wasn't going to just sit here and watch!! She stares vacantly at the blindfolded man then turns to Marie I don't think you would have been able to hit anything in the state you're in! She laughed and smiled warmly.
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Post by little red dragon on Nov 26, 2003 10:54:55 GMT -5
i'm not drunk i could hi someone with my eyes closed shes says standing up quickly falling over her clock and landing on the floor Ok maybe i'm a little bit drunk.
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Post by Shura on Nov 26, 2003 12:18:58 GMT -5
A bedraggled figure stumbles down the stairs and into the taproom, shivering voilently. He is immedietely recgonisable as the lady's campanion. He appears feversih, and has thrown back his cowl and revealed his face. Though elven in nature, is silver haired, black skinned, and red eyed!
he gazes about in delerium, recognising nothing, speaking in what appears to be common tongue speckled with some esoteric language of his own.
'Elindora...ilharess...the staff... I am weak...'
Despite having a physique that suggests one fo the adventuring possession, he is obviously in a deep stage of illness, porbably due to the cold. The figure takes a couple more steps, then collapses face down onto the floor, shivering. As he does so, everything within two metres of him suddenly turns pitch black.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 26, 2003 17:54:33 GMT -5
The blindfolded man, sitting but a few feet from the fallen elf, no more than budges as the area around him turns pitch black.
Warrior, you call yourself! he says, apparently to the fallen elf Why is it then that evil reeks from your every bone? Why is it that this Elindora helps you not?
The man takes another gulp of his ale.
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