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City of the Hunted
» Fri May 27, 2011 6:37 am
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Avril Churchill - Posts: 3455
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» Fri May 27, 2011 8:08 am
"Who in oblivion are you?" Jorand said without realy thinking about it, he tried to grab his sword but realised he was unarmed and with no equipment
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Cirith had decided to investigate the house he was taken to first before taking any chances outside, and when he found the door to the basemant he heard footsteps on the other side, when he opend the door he was greeted with a young tall nord asking who he was.
"Cirith Dalecross, I asume you too don't know where you are" Cirith added when he noticed the nord also only had furs on and that he was surprised to find himself unarmed...
OOC: I'm a bit short on time now, don't worry I'll join the group soon enough.
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lucy chadwick - Posts: 3412
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» Fri May 27, 2011 10:29 am
OOC:That was a bit of a cheat, Scow. 
You knew the clothes were enchanted. And yeah, we are all in the same room (or so I thought). That's why The Lord there posted seeing los of others with him... sorry if you wanted to be on your own... 
IC:
Seer jumped as the Nord bellowed after her. She swished her tail, staring at him, uncertain as to what to do. He didn't show any signs of being any nicer than he initially appeared. And yet she still felt that he wouldn't harm her, for whatever reason that might have been. Thus, she returned, warily, back to the room, positively shaking from the cold. She had not been provided enough furs to keep her warm, really.
Her red eyes roved the room, searching out all those there. They all seemed much bigger and stronger than her. That doesn't really bode well for my chances in here... Seer thought. But perhaps if anything happens, they'll stand and fight and I can run away. They'd be good fodder, really...
Raziline had been awake for more than a few minutes now, having withdrawn into the shadows to see how everyone reacted to one another before showing herself. So far, so good: nobody showed any signs of attacking each other just yet. What a testament to their good and gentle hearts... she thought with dry sarcasm, knowing full well that in the fullness of time they could all be at each others throats. They were only lucky she hadn't marked any of them: she would not hesitate to kill a comrade she knew nothing about.
Although... on closer inspection of her body, she was only wearing wolf fur- full wolf fur, it was true, and that was a blessing, but it was hardly her favourite attire. Judging by the coldness of the room, it was a good job, though...
Still, it was a bit chill, so while she slunk out of the shadows she flicked her fingertips, summoning a ball of fire to hand. When only a tiny flame grew there, her brows knitted together in a frown. She checked both wrists and ankles for a slave bracer or something, but on such luck. Perhaps I'm just low? she thought wonderingly. But she didn't feel low on magicka. This was most annoying.
She sighed, and put her hands on her hips, ears flicking forwards as she looked at the party gathered, tail swishing impatiently. "...So what exactly is this all about, and can I get a refund?" she drawled calmly. Taking things in her stride was just one of many traits that helped her survive in her trade.
You knew the clothes were enchanted. And yeah, we are all in the same room (or so I thought). That's why The Lord there posted seeing los of others with him... sorry if you wanted to be on your own... IC:
Seer jumped as the Nord bellowed after her. She swished her tail, staring at him, uncertain as to what to do. He didn't show any signs of being any nicer than he initially appeared. And yet she still felt that he wouldn't harm her, for whatever reason that might have been. Thus, she returned, warily, back to the room, positively shaking from the cold. She had not been provided enough furs to keep her warm, really.
Her red eyes roved the room, searching out all those there. They all seemed much bigger and stronger than her. That doesn't really bode well for my chances in here... Seer thought. But perhaps if anything happens, they'll stand and fight and I can run away. They'd be good fodder, really...
Name: Raziline Darmeet
Nickname: Raz
Race: Ohmes-Raht/High Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 32 (appears 18)
Birthsigns: The Steed
Focus: Stealth
Skills: Sneak, Acrobatics, Alteration, Destruction, Blade, Athletics, Marksman, Art
Class: Assassin
Factions: Dark Brotherhood
General Appearance: Even up close, Raziline can pass for an elf. Her angular features, lithe, elvish build and smooth, fur-less skin say easily that she is pure elf. Only those who get to see her cat-like ears, her long tail, her sharpened fingernails and her elongated canines guess at the truth, and these are things that she can disguise with a practised smile and a hooded cloak. She has a lithe body, with all the wiry muscles of the cat-creature that she is, and she seems to prowl more than walk. She has a small, pert nose, high cheekbones, a gaunt face and full lips. Her blue eyes are slanted like an elf's, with extravagant eyelashes.
Hair: Curly copper-coloured hair that falls to her shoulders in length. She wears it out loose.
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 5ft6"
Build: Petite, Agile
Skin/Fur: Fair, ivory coloured skin, smooth and hairless. She only has fur on her cat-ears and her tail, both of which are shaggy black.
Tattoos/Scars: She was born with several whirling tribal tattoos down the right hand side of her body and face. They are like http://transfear.deviantart.com/art/Tribal-Tattoo-16061775.
Personality: Raziline has a dark personality. This is not to say that she is mean or evil in any way, but rather that she accepts such things as killing, torture and cruelty as a practical fact of life. She has an almost poetic mind, seeing the world in terms of pictures and paintings, but largely what she sees is the macabre and desolate.
She responds favourably to kindness, and in like, and she is fiercely loyal to those who break her image of a dark and lonely world. She is infuriatingly untemperamental, to the point of her calmness almost being offensive. She is like this, however, because of the many people she has had to unfeelingly kill. She believes that being an assassin is the highest honour anyone can achieve, and is constantly in search of new ways to better her skills at doing just that.
Weapon(s):
Clothing/Armour: Full wolf fur armour.
Misc Skills and Traits:
-Her family were poor, and her father was a drunk. She was taken in by the Dark Brotherhood at a young age, and has served them well, forgetting about her real family in favour of the Brotherhood.
-She only loosely worships Sithis and the Night Mother, caring more for the Brotherhood itself than its deities, although she pays them tribute and performs their task when asked.
-She's good at making poisons, though she can make nothing else from alchemy.
-Has had a great deal to do with vampires, although knows little of werewolves.
-She has extremely sharp and strong fingernails, though in appearance they are only slightly longer than normal and black.
-She has fairly good night-vision, though she very much dislikes bright lights and daytime as a whole.
Short Bio: Her parents were extremely poor, and on the outskirts of society due to their strange union. Her father was a drunkard, and treated her poorly. She was taken in by the Dark Brotherhood at a young age, and served them loyally ever since. She's never looked back to her previously life, and loves her life of darkness and killing now, although sometimes she feels as if something is missing, or even (rarely) that maybe what she is doing is wrong.
Nickname: Raz
Race: Ohmes-Raht/High Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 32 (appears 18)
Birthsigns: The Steed
Focus: Stealth
Skills: Sneak, Acrobatics, Alteration, Destruction, Blade, Athletics, Marksman, Art
Class: Assassin
Factions: Dark Brotherhood
General Appearance: Even up close, Raziline can pass for an elf. Her angular features, lithe, elvish build and smooth, fur-less skin say easily that she is pure elf. Only those who get to see her cat-like ears, her long tail, her sharpened fingernails and her elongated canines guess at the truth, and these are things that she can disguise with a practised smile and a hooded cloak. She has a lithe body, with all the wiry muscles of the cat-creature that she is, and she seems to prowl more than walk. She has a small, pert nose, high cheekbones, a gaunt face and full lips. Her blue eyes are slanted like an elf's, with extravagant eyelashes.
Hair: Curly copper-coloured hair that falls to her shoulders in length. She wears it out loose.
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 5ft6"
Build: Petite, Agile
Skin/Fur: Fair, ivory coloured skin, smooth and hairless. She only has fur on her cat-ears and her tail, both of which are shaggy black.
Tattoos/Scars: She was born with several whirling tribal tattoos down the right hand side of her body and face. They are like http://transfear.deviantart.com/art/Tribal-Tattoo-16061775.
Personality: Raziline has a dark personality. This is not to say that she is mean or evil in any way, but rather that she accepts such things as killing, torture and cruelty as a practical fact of life. She has an almost poetic mind, seeing the world in terms of pictures and paintings, but largely what she sees is the macabre and desolate.
She responds favourably to kindness, and in like, and she is fiercely loyal to those who break her image of a dark and lonely world. She is infuriatingly untemperamental, to the point of her calmness almost being offensive. She is like this, however, because of the many people she has had to unfeelingly kill. She believes that being an assassin is the highest honour anyone can achieve, and is constantly in search of new ways to better her skills at doing just that.
Weapon(s):
Clothing/Armour: Full wolf fur armour.
Misc Skills and Traits:
-Her family were poor, and her father was a drunk. She was taken in by the Dark Brotherhood at a young age, and has served them well, forgetting about her real family in favour of the Brotherhood.
-She only loosely worships Sithis and the Night Mother, caring more for the Brotherhood itself than its deities, although she pays them tribute and performs their task when asked.
-She's good at making poisons, though she can make nothing else from alchemy.
-Has had a great deal to do with vampires, although knows little of werewolves.
-She has extremely sharp and strong fingernails, though in appearance they are only slightly longer than normal and black.
-She has fairly good night-vision, though she very much dislikes bright lights and daytime as a whole.
Short Bio: Her parents were extremely poor, and on the outskirts of society due to their strange union. Her father was a drunkard, and treated her poorly. She was taken in by the Dark Brotherhood at a young age, and served them loyally ever since. She's never looked back to her previously life, and loves her life of darkness and killing now, although sometimes she feels as if something is missing, or even (rarely) that maybe what she is doing is wrong.
Raziline had been awake for more than a few minutes now, having withdrawn into the shadows to see how everyone reacted to one another before showing herself. So far, so good: nobody showed any signs of attacking each other just yet. What a testament to their good and gentle hearts... she thought with dry sarcasm, knowing full well that in the fullness of time they could all be at each others throats. They were only lucky she hadn't marked any of them: she would not hesitate to kill a comrade she knew nothing about.
Although... on closer inspection of her body, she was only wearing wolf fur- full wolf fur, it was true, and that was a blessing, but it was hardly her favourite attire. Judging by the coldness of the room, it was a good job, though...
Still, it was a bit chill, so while she slunk out of the shadows she flicked her fingertips, summoning a ball of fire to hand. When only a tiny flame grew there, her brows knitted together in a frown. She checked both wrists and ankles for a slave bracer or something, but on such luck. Perhaps I'm just low? she thought wonderingly. But she didn't feel low on magicka. This was most annoying.
She sighed, and put her hands on her hips, ears flicking forwards as she looked at the party gathered, tail swishing impatiently. "...So what exactly is this all about, and can I get a refund?" she drawled calmly. Taking things in her stride was just one of many traits that helped her survive in her trade.
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scorpion972 - Posts: 3515
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» Fri May 27, 2011 4:59 am
Jak moved across the room, after seeing a Khajiit (Ohmes-Raht if he remembered), who looked like more elven than anything else, appear from behind the veil of shadows. I would hate to meet the person that was that desperate to make a baby with a cat. He thought.
Jak the Wanderer noticed a few more people awake. Most of them were man-beasts, but there was a rather dark colored Dunmer, that Bosmer he woke up next to and a few others he didn't care to describe in his head. He looked at the Ohmes-Raht and said, "We're in a building, in some sort of abandoned city. No one knows anymore than that."
After he yelled at the sand colored lizard, she came back into the room. I like it when orders are obeyed. She's going to be my new pet.
Jak the Wanderer noticed a few more people awake. Most of them were man-beasts, but there was a rather dark colored Dunmer, that Bosmer he woke up next to and a few others he didn't care to describe in his head. He looked at the Ohmes-Raht and said, "We're in a building, in some sort of abandoned city. No one knows anymore than that."
After he yelled at the sand colored lizard, she came back into the room. I like it when orders are obeyed. She's going to be my new pet.
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barbara belmonte - Posts: 3528
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» Thu May 26, 2011 9:55 pm
OOC: I think IN specificly discribed Raziline to be almost full elven with the exeption of her tail, ears and other minor details. just thought I'd mention it before there is any real misinterpitation
IC:
"Well sir, you are right about the fact that I don't know a thing about this place, all I know is that I was taken by force to this place and that one of the men who captured me had a club" he rubbed the back of his head which still was stinging after Jorand had been struck there by a wooden weapon.
the man responded with a
"Yes I too had been captured, but I can't realy remember it quite well. all i know is that we aren't locked up inhere, but whether we are captured for the slave market or for something else I don't know. we best take a look outside since i don't think there is much to find inhere."
"sure takes charge quick, must have been military or something that old man..."
Jorand nodded and followed the man.
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Cirith didn't like thismorning one bit, the whole area just felt like an ambush, too quiet, the house itself was almost completely empty spare a few basic neccecities such as food and water and a tinderbox that Cirith had quickly taken from the cupboard. right now he was in an unknown location taken by force by people he didn't know.
he arrived at the door, when he searched through the house he had found out it wasn't locked, so atleast this wasn't a prison. he opened the door a bit, and looke outside, he could seen several other wooden homes to his left, and infront of him was the wooden wall of another house next to the one he had awoken in. Cirith had specificly chosen the side exit instead of the main door, he didn't want to take many chances and after looking carefully from the alley between the two houses he made a hand signal that the nord had to follow, the air was cold but the wind didn't go through the alley but instead blew through the main street and the crack of snow under his boots sounded much louder then Cirith wanted and he silently walked to the end of the alley not ending in the main road but at the back of the houses in a small space between the high stone city wall and the row of houses, no sign of life on his left or right when Cirith looked around.
"Ok, it looks safe enough to move, I don't know if the ones who abducted us are near but we can't stay in the house. Stick close if you want to come along, and please don't try to stay as silent as possible, who knows how many of those men there are" he said to Jorand
OOC: just to explain the post, Cirith is very cautious but has no idea of the fact that everyone in the city is involved in this, he just doesn't want to alert the ones who captured him and wants to find help from the guards or civilians in the area.
IC:
"Well sir, you are right about the fact that I don't know a thing about this place, all I know is that I was taken by force to this place and that one of the men who captured me had a club" he rubbed the back of his head which still was stinging after Jorand had been struck there by a wooden weapon.
the man responded with a
"Yes I too had been captured, but I can't realy remember it quite well. all i know is that we aren't locked up inhere, but whether we are captured for the slave market or for something else I don't know. we best take a look outside since i don't think there is much to find inhere."
"sure takes charge quick, must have been military or something that old man..."
Jorand nodded and followed the man.
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Cirith didn't like thismorning one bit, the whole area just felt like an ambush, too quiet, the house itself was almost completely empty spare a few basic neccecities such as food and water and a tinderbox that Cirith had quickly taken from the cupboard. right now he was in an unknown location taken by force by people he didn't know.
he arrived at the door, when he searched through the house he had found out it wasn't locked, so atleast this wasn't a prison. he opened the door a bit, and looke outside, he could seen several other wooden homes to his left, and infront of him was the wooden wall of another house next to the one he had awoken in. Cirith had specificly chosen the side exit instead of the main door, he didn't want to take many chances and after looking carefully from the alley between the two houses he made a hand signal that the nord had to follow, the air was cold but the wind didn't go through the alley but instead blew through the main street and the crack of snow under his boots sounded much louder then Cirith wanted and he silently walked to the end of the alley not ending in the main road but at the back of the houses in a small space between the high stone city wall and the row of houses, no sign of life on his left or right when Cirith looked around.
"Ok, it looks safe enough to move, I don't know if the ones who abducted us are near but we can't stay in the house. Stick close if you want to come along, and please don't try to stay as silent as possible, who knows how many of those men there are" he said to Jorand
OOC: just to explain the post, Cirith is very cautious but has no idea of the fact that everyone in the city is involved in this, he just doesn't want to alert the ones who captured him and wants to find help from the guards or civilians in the area.
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Lilit Ager - Posts: 3444
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» Thu May 26, 2011 11:57 pm
OOC: I hate the orientation phase... Also, I have worked out a suitable compromise about the magic ability of Sarth through PMs. The energy drain from her constant need for the Resist Frost spell forces her to use lower-quality, less magic-intensive spells. Besides, its not her magic the hunters have to fear. Despite being naked and weaponless, she is still lethally armed to the teeth.
IC: Sarth continued to lean against the wall, her tail flicking and swishing idly as she sized up the situation. "I really do not care what anybody does, but it would be best to stay alert," she commented, turning her gaze to her hands. The khajiit extended her claws, examining them for dirt or damage, anything that might decrease their performance if the situation got ugly. "I don't think our captors are good, even if they aren't slavers," she continued through clenched teeth, while proceeding to lick her hands and claws clean, as well as bite off a few splintered claw fragments.
IC: Sarth continued to lean against the wall, her tail flicking and swishing idly as she sized up the situation. "I really do not care what anybody does, but it would be best to stay alert," she commented, turning her gaze to her hands. The khajiit extended her claws, examining them for dirt or damage, anything that might decrease their performance if the situation got ugly. "I don't think our captors are good, even if they aren't slavers," she continued through clenched teeth, while proceeding to lick her hands and claws clean, as well as bite off a few splintered claw fragments.
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Spooky Angel - Posts: 3500
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» Fri May 27, 2011 12:29 am
"Sound quite obvious - if they had something nice on their minds, they wouldn't have done it that way. But I don't have the slightest idea about the what. Rounding peoples up, bothering with packing them in furs and then letting them into some abandonned place, without even locking the door... It don't makes any sense, it seems they just want us to run away."
Turning to face Jak, as he had a chance for a look outside the building. "You said we're in a deserted city - Any sign of acitvity, like running smokestacks or the like ? And how big does it looks like ? I've heard my share of trapper's tales and rumors, but never a word about a whole deserted city."
Turning to face Jak, as he had a chance for a look outside the building. "You said we're in a deserted city - Any sign of acitvity, like running smokestacks or the like ? And how big does it looks like ? I've heard my share of trapper's tales and rumors, but never a word about a whole deserted city."
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Trista Jim - Posts: 3308
- Joined: Sat Aug 25, 2007 10:39 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 8:10 am
The Bosmer female seemed quite sensible. Raziline elected to stick with her: the others didn't seem like the brightest sparks. "We could perhaps try and climb our way out," Raz suggested. "If I cast a Hoptoad on each of us it should be easy enough..." If it works... she added mentally, beginning to doubt her magickal abilities after the failure with the fire.
Seer went to the bosmer female, and took her hand, pointing to the open door. You can just go and look for yourself! she thought, tugging at her to try and get her to come. The conversation was unnecessary: they just had to all see for themselves what it was like out there.
Seer went to the bosmer female, and took her hand, pointing to the open door. You can just go and look for yourself! she thought, tugging at her to try and get her to come. The conversation was unnecessary: they just had to all see for themselves what it was like out there.
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saxon - Posts: 3376
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» Thu May 26, 2011 9:08 pm
As the diminutive argonian pointed her to the door, Fara smiled, amused. And thinking a mute person as the perfect company for such painfull mornings. As the saying go, silence is gold. Might have been a nord morning proverb... Nasty stuff they drugged me with... Or that's just the hydromel, though I've seldom felt that bad..
She lightly patted the small argonian "You're right I should have a look. And don't worry, I'm not in any mood to play the hero, and not too shabby at staying unseen."
Fara moved to the door, attentively listening, before slightly opening the door and risking a look. The door opened into a small street, making it reasonably safe to get out. She slipped out, noticing with relief that her furs matched the snow-flaked wodden beams of the houses. Nordic through and thorough. But I could have done without the nordic temperature. Yuck, the lizard's going to need some exrta furs or moving a lot to keep warm...
Seeing nobody in the street, Fara used the crossed beams of an house corner to climb to the roof, laying flat on it I would make a fine target, standing out in the sun... an archer's dream.. Rubbing some snow on her face to shake the cobwebs from her brain and picking soem more to relieve her dry mouth, looking all around before climbing down and getting back in, closing the door behind her.
"I'v had a look from a rooftop and nothing makes sense. That's quite a large, fortified town, and in a rather good conditions but it's really odd. I haven't seen a single smokestack running in the buildings, though I'm pretty sur to have seen some on the towers. It looks like someone emptyed the city, placed a watch around, then dumped us inside. Whoever is behind this nonsense, he's got damn deep pockets, a whole walled city don't comes cheap."
She lightly patted the small argonian "You're right I should have a look. And don't worry, I'm not in any mood to play the hero, and not too shabby at staying unseen."
Fara moved to the door, attentively listening, before slightly opening the door and risking a look. The door opened into a small street, making it reasonably safe to get out. She slipped out, noticing with relief that her furs matched the snow-flaked wodden beams of the houses. Nordic through and thorough. But I could have done without the nordic temperature. Yuck, the lizard's going to need some exrta furs or moving a lot to keep warm...
Seeing nobody in the street, Fara used the crossed beams of an house corner to climb to the roof, laying flat on it I would make a fine target, standing out in the sun... an archer's dream.. Rubbing some snow on her face to shake the cobwebs from her brain and picking soem more to relieve her dry mouth, looking all around before climbing down and getting back in, closing the door behind her.
"I'v had a look from a rooftop and nothing makes sense. That's quite a large, fortified town, and in a rather good conditions but it's really odd. I haven't seen a single smokestack running in the buildings, though I'm pretty sur to have seen some on the towers. It looks like someone emptyed the city, placed a watch around, then dumped us inside. Whoever is behind this nonsense, he's got damn deep pockets, a whole walled city don't comes cheap."
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Dawn Farrell - Posts: 3522
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» Fri May 27, 2011 6:49 am
Seer was slightly put off when the bosmer patted her like a child, and her tail swished in irritation, but there was nothing she could do about it really. At least she's gone and had a look... the argonian thought.
That was the problem with being mute and small. People treated you like you were a baby- and in her case, she had all the stigma of a beast race attached as well. It was as if they all thought of her as a dumb animal- a pet. Well, I'm not... she thought. And I suppose they'll see that eventually.
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Recognising an irritated tail swish, Raziline eyed the little argonian curiously. Perhaps there was more to the mute than she'd first thought: certainly, if she didn't enjoy pats and praise, she was probably more intelligent than folks were giving her credit for.
Often a mistake, when dealing with the beast races... Raz thought. Thank Gods I've escaped the worst of it. Appearing mostly elvish, Raz was largely immune from the stigma attached to khajiit. It was only particularly strong anti-beast racists that sought to lump her in with the rest of her kind.
The half-breed went to the door, peeked out of it, and shivered, shutting it again. "We'd best find some weapons- and soon, too. I don't like the feeling of this- and I fully intend to brain whatever idiot thought to knock me out and drag me here."
That was the problem with being mute and small. People treated you like you were a baby- and in her case, she had all the stigma of a beast race attached as well. It was as if they all thought of her as a dumb animal- a pet. Well, I'm not... she thought. And I suppose they'll see that eventually.
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Recognising an irritated tail swish, Raziline eyed the little argonian curiously. Perhaps there was more to the mute than she'd first thought: certainly, if she didn't enjoy pats and praise, she was probably more intelligent than folks were giving her credit for.
Often a mistake, when dealing with the beast races... Raz thought. Thank Gods I've escaped the worst of it. Appearing mostly elvish, Raz was largely immune from the stigma attached to khajiit. It was only particularly strong anti-beast racists that sought to lump her in with the rest of her kind.
The half-breed went to the door, peeked out of it, and shivered, shutting it again. "We'd best find some weapons- and soon, too. I don't like the feeling of this- and I fully intend to brain whatever idiot thought to knock me out and drag me here."
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Ana Torrecilla Cabeza - Posts: 3427
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» Fri May 27, 2011 1:46 am
"Sounds like a good idea, but that houses is bare of anything like furnitures we could break, and I wouldn't be surprised if the others are too. The more I think about that mess, the less I understand the why. Whoever had put that crap together is obviously swimming in gold - you need to be if you can afford to maintain a whole city and let it empty. What could such a high roller want with the like of me ? They notice my sort of peoples if we step on their toes or spit in their dinner plate, but that's about it."
As Fara spoke, something flowed back ot her memory, seomthing she had overheard and dismissed as a drunken boast. "But still... there might be something.... I've heard one merc boasting about having helped some noble jerk for an odd trip somewhere in the mountain. He said it was to meet some of his fellow nobles and get a chance to put uppity commoners into the dirt they belongs to, without the Empire poking it's nose into it. And he linked that with some odd disparitions that have happened in Bruma - average people nobody would miss much just vanishing. No theft, no body found" snapping her fingers "Just turns missing one day like that. And I doubt it's because they went someplace so good they didn't look back."
As Fara spoke, something flowed back ot her memory, seomthing she had overheard and dismissed as a drunken boast. "But still... there might be something.... I've heard one merc boasting about having helped some noble jerk for an odd trip somewhere in the mountain. He said it was to meet some of his fellow nobles and get a chance to put uppity commoners into the dirt they belongs to, without the Empire poking it's nose into it. And he linked that with some odd disparitions that have happened in Bruma - average people nobody would miss much just vanishing. No theft, no body found" snapping her fingers "Just turns missing one day like that. And I doubt it's because they went someplace so good they didn't look back."
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Queen of Spades - Posts: 3383
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» Fri May 27, 2011 5:51 am
Jak sat on the floor, listening and studying the people who were carrying on a conversation. When he heard the mention of weapons he stood rather quickly and said, "Let's go." He strode from the building and into the frozen city.
He knew that the man who had put all of this together had to have an immense amount of gold. No poor man would be able to restore and maintain an empty city with no citizens without all of the gold the man had. If anything, the citadel would have a vault with all of that gold.
Jak stopped and spun on his heels, "We have no time to be dilly dallying."
He knew that the man who had put all of this together had to have an immense amount of gold. No poor man would be able to restore and maintain an empty city with no citizens without all of the gold the man had. If anything, the citadel would have a vault with all of that gold.
Jak stopped and spun on his heels, "We have no time to be dilly dallying."
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cutiecute - Posts: 3432
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» Fri May 27, 2011 12:38 am
Name: Fanier
Nickname: none
Race: Wood Elf/High Elf
Age: 61 (appears 19-24)
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Lord
Class: Ranger, ex-privateer
Skills: Short blade, Marksman, light armor, alchemy, restoration
General Appearance: 6 feet, 2 inches, due to high elf ancestry. 160 pounds, little body fat, average muscle mass. Brown hair, often tied in a short ponytail or let loose in a short, ruffled fashion. Hazel eyes, some stubble around chin and upper lip.
Mental Description: Charming man, though has a bit of somberness behind the charm from the death of his wife fifteen years ago. When asked about his wife, he becomes irritable, sometimes breaks down. Always carries her amulet to remember her by. He doesn't like it when people try to feel sorry for him.
Clothing: Fur Greaves, Fur boots, Fur Gauntlets, sack cloth shirt.
Misc: experienced with sword, excellent with a bow, knows journeyman restoration spells. Knows the effect of most ingredients.
Bio: Son of a nobleman in summerset isle, left his family as he grew tired of the noble life. Traveled across Tamriel, and met a beautiful wood elf name Lathora in Cyrodiil. They traveled together, and were married in the Temple of the One. A year later, during a visit to Morrowind, Lathora came infected with Corprus, and eventually became a full fledged corprus beast. Fanier, devastated, took her amulet and left Morrowind. He became a privateer for well-paying customers, sometimes easy jobs like pest-extermination (rats), sometimes doing the dirty work for skooma dealers. Although he sometimes murdered, he never did so unless his employers told him what they did to deserve such a fate. Faniel never told anyone of his wife.
IC: Fanier woke up slowly, his face pressed against the cold stone beneath him. He brought himself up to his knees and waited for his eyes to adjust to the lighting. He'd gotten used to waking up in strange places, as his work took him to every corner of Tamriel. As he stood up, he felt a horrible throbbing headache, as if he had hit his head. The pain eased, and Fanier instictively felt his neck for his wife's amulet.
His hand touched the empty space around his neck. Fanier's mind stopped on the horrifying thought: It's gone. He felt a single tear streak down his cheek, as he fell back onto his knees. For how long he sat there, Fanier did not know. After a while he came to, wiped the tear from his face and walked down the dark corridor ahead of him.
Nickname: none
Race: Wood Elf/High Elf
Age: 61 (appears 19-24)
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Lord
Class: Ranger, ex-privateer
Skills: Short blade, Marksman, light armor, alchemy, restoration
General Appearance: 6 feet, 2 inches, due to high elf ancestry. 160 pounds, little body fat, average muscle mass. Brown hair, often tied in a short ponytail or let loose in a short, ruffled fashion. Hazel eyes, some stubble around chin and upper lip.
Mental Description: Charming man, though has a bit of somberness behind the charm from the death of his wife fifteen years ago. When asked about his wife, he becomes irritable, sometimes breaks down. Always carries her amulet to remember her by. He doesn't like it when people try to feel sorry for him.
Clothing: Fur Greaves, Fur boots, Fur Gauntlets, sack cloth shirt.
Misc: experienced with sword, excellent with a bow, knows journeyman restoration spells. Knows the effect of most ingredients.
Bio: Son of a nobleman in summerset isle, left his family as he grew tired of the noble life. Traveled across Tamriel, and met a beautiful wood elf name Lathora in Cyrodiil. They traveled together, and were married in the Temple of the One. A year later, during a visit to Morrowind, Lathora came infected with Corprus, and eventually became a full fledged corprus beast. Fanier, devastated, took her amulet and left Morrowind. He became a privateer for well-paying customers, sometimes easy jobs like pest-extermination (rats), sometimes doing the dirty work for skooma dealers. Although he sometimes murdered, he never did so unless his employers told him what they did to deserve such a fate. Faniel never told anyone of his wife.
IC: Fanier woke up slowly, his face pressed against the cold stone beneath him. He brought himself up to his knees and waited for his eyes to adjust to the lighting. He'd gotten used to waking up in strange places, as his work took him to every corner of Tamriel. As he stood up, he felt a horrible throbbing headache, as if he had hit his head. The pain eased, and Fanier instictively felt his neck for his wife's amulet.
His hand touched the empty space around his neck. Fanier's mind stopped on the horrifying thought: It's gone. He felt a single tear streak down his cheek, as he fell back onto his knees. For how long he sat there, Fanier did not know. After a while he came to, wiped the tear from his face and walked down the dark corridor ahead of him.
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JLG - Posts: 3364
- Joined: Fri Oct 19, 2007 7:42 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 2:13 am
OOC: really good story snd knda freaks me out at the same time
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Lance Vannortwick - Posts: 3479
- Joined: Thu Sep 27, 2007 5:30 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 6:32 am
Sarth ignored the slight, her lack of mastery of the common language and lack of knowledge of the culture made it hard to express what she meant. The khajiit looked over the others, and noticed the insufficient furs over the Argonian. Cold blood, cold weather, and little covering do not mix well. She glanced at the furs she formerly wore, and picked up the coat. "Hey, lizard, you may want this," she said, getting off her wall and bringing the torn jacket over to the mute argonian. It was still warm from the khajiit's body, so although it had a slightly funny smell, it would do a superior job of keeping the lizard warm.
After the female bosmer spoke up, she twitched her ears in acklowledgement of her words. "If that is the case," the naked khajiit voiced, "Then we are not safe here. There are rumors of those nobles who seek to replicate Hircine's glorious hunts, by capturing the unwary for prey. If so, this could get fun really fast. They shall see who is truly the prey here."
After the female bosmer spoke up, she twitched her ears in acklowledgement of her words. "If that is the case," the naked khajiit voiced, "Then we are not safe here. There are rumors of those nobles who seek to replicate Hircine's glorious hunts, by capturing the unwary for prey. If so, this could get fun really fast. They shall see who is truly the prey here."
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Sierra Ritsuka - Posts: 3506
- Joined: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:56 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 12:39 am
Fanier followed the hall to a small flight of stairs leading up to a doorway of rotten wood. He turned the doorknob, and, to his surprise, it was unlocked. He stepped through into the cold living room of a house. It had seemed that he was in the basemant. "Hello?" Fanier called. Nobody answered. He called again, to no avail. Fanier went upstairs to search the living quarters. He found nothng of use.
As Fanier continued to search, he found a journal on top of one of the beds, open to a page full of writing. He picked it up, and began reading:"I don't know how long it's been, three weeks, I think. Everyone else is dead. Even Jabim-Lee was killed by the hunters. They're looking for me now. I can hear them searching the other houses. I hear them speaking to each other. They're making bets to see who kills me. They're saying, 'where's that damned elf? I want him now! I will carve his heart out with my blade, just like I did the others.' I know I'm going to die. I hope the next people find this journal. I'm going to go and face my fate"
With that, Fanier took the journal with him and headed outside. He looked down the street, and sighted to figures in the distance. "You! over there!" He called out, running down the street to meet them.
As Fanier continued to search, he found a journal on top of one of the beds, open to a page full of writing. He picked it up, and began reading:"I don't know how long it's been, three weeks, I think. Everyone else is dead. Even Jabim-Lee was killed by the hunters. They're looking for me now. I can hear them searching the other houses. I hear them speaking to each other. They're making bets to see who kills me. They're saying, 'where's that damned elf? I want him now! I will carve his heart out with my blade, just like I did the others.' I know I'm going to die. I hope the next people find this journal. I'm going to go and face my fate"
With that, Fanier took the journal with him and headed outside. He looked down the street, and sighted to figures in the distance. "You! over there!" He called out, running down the street to meet them.
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Karl harris - Posts: 3423
- Joined: Thu May 17, 2007 3:17 pm
» Thu May 26, 2011 8:24 pm
@Forrest: There is absolutely nothing in the buildings of Chillrest. No weapons can be found, and I said that if we do find weapons, it'll have to be something like a piece of wood or something. Please get my consent before you adding weapons to your inventory.
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^_^ - Posts: 3394
- Joined: Thu May 31, 2007 12:01 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 1:13 am
Hmm this souns like a good RP. I'll make a character sheet and send it in when I'm not to lazy, like tommorow or sumtime soon.
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Lily Something - Posts: 3327
- Joined: Thu Jun 15, 2006 12:21 pm
» Thu May 26, 2011 10:39 pm
"A bunch of sickos hunting peoples for sport. Yurk, but that one make sense - some jerks like doing nasty things on helpless peoples, other feels better with more of a challenge. Don't takes too much chances though, I doubt they've left weapons laying around." Her face taking a slightly gloomy expression "A pity those roofs are thatched or wooden-tiled. A nice, big, terracota tile is so nice to drop from a second floors on some brute's head... And with wodden buildings no loose stones either."
Pausing for a few seconds as the nord barged out and urged everyone to follow. Geh ? first the idiot yells 'stay in and asses the situation", then not five minutes later he barges out like the house is on fire and screams about us wasting time. Reminds of the bullfrog. A real credit to the Legions that knight commander. Got a lot of soldiers killed before he stumbled overboard in his heavy armor... But I'm daydreaming. Focus, Fara, focus, if some gonk is going after your head, you'd better keep it clear rather than offering it on platter.
As the khajit give the ruined coat to the argonian, Fara thumber her up good move, small like that she's going to suffer and will need it, then spoke to her "Sounds like you're no slouch at hunting. And you're better tooled to deal with trouble than me - you want to take point ? I can go for rearguard or the rooftops."
Before leaving, Fara snatched some of the shredded furs, having a few ideas about usefull things it could be used for. I've noticed what looked like a chapel, a few streets north of here. The right piece of stained glass and that fur as an handle, that's not much of a knife but it beats nothing. And it might get me a bow or crossbow that someone don't need anymore.
Pausing for a few seconds as the nord barged out and urged everyone to follow. Geh ? first the idiot yells 'stay in and asses the situation", then not five minutes later he barges out like the house is on fire and screams about us wasting time. Reminds of the bullfrog. A real credit to the Legions that knight commander. Got a lot of soldiers killed before he stumbled overboard in his heavy armor... But I'm daydreaming. Focus, Fara, focus, if some gonk is going after your head, you'd better keep it clear rather than offering it on platter.
As the khajit give the ruined coat to the argonian, Fara thumber her up good move, small like that she's going to suffer and will need it, then spoke to her "Sounds like you're no slouch at hunting. And you're better tooled to deal with trouble than me - you want to take point ? I can go for rearguard or the rooftops."
Before leaving, Fara snatched some of the shredded furs, having a few ideas about usefull things it could be used for. I've noticed what looked like a chapel, a few streets north of here. The right piece of stained glass and that fur as an handle, that's not much of a knife but it beats nothing. And it might get me a bow or crossbow that someone don't need anymore.
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jessica breen - Posts: 3524
- Joined: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:04 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 3:28 am
Name: Dreet-Vaj
Nickname: Vaj
Race: Argonian
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Serpent
Focus: Stealth
Class: Agent
Skills: Sneak , lockpick , short blade , Unarmored , alchemy
General Appearance: Dreet has an overall royal and prestigious look to him . His eyes are somewhat slanted so he always looks as if he is giving someone the evil-eye . His cheeks are very gaunt and his lips are thin and locked in semi-scowl . His teeth are extremely well cared for and glint a most beautiful pearl colour , and he has a cold , steely navy blue skin tone with patches of white on his palms and chest . He is somewhat skinny and unfit .
Eyes: Blazing argonian orange with a slight tinge of red .
Hair: The classic argonian "fins" hairstyle . The two fins are relatively short .
Height: 5'7
Weight: 80kg
Mental Description: Dreet lacks emotion . He doesn't often feel remorse , regret , or even love . He's a cold character without doubt , but this does not mean he cannot lose his usually calm and silent attitude in times of stress . He likes to block out anything he isn't focusing on , and he act's quickly and efficiently . However , with his dire predicament , as much as he hates to communicate with other's , he will have to forge friendships whether he likes it or not .
Clothing: Usually a very sophisticated dresser , Dreet has awoken to find his lavish garb almost completely stolen from him . His deep blue silk vest and cream coloured cravat are lost , as is his black three-quarter jacket . He awakes and only finds himself in his plain grey long-sleeved undershirt , and tan leather pants . He's still wearing his knee-high black leather riding boot's .
Misc.: Dreet carries on him a silver locket in the shape of a heart . Engraved on the front it say's "To my dearest Jameel , may our love thrive for all eternity : Geenum" . Inside of the locket is a small portrait of a beautiful argonian woman . The locket is in very good condition aside from the fact that it its covered in dried blood that fills the cracks of the engraving's .
Bio: As an Argonian born under the sign of the Serpent , Dreet was destined to join the elite band of shadowscale assassins , although against his wishes . He soon grew to tire of their cunning and malicious way's as he did not see eye to eye with their methods , but still complied and became a efficient and ruthless killer .
His murdered in the name of the shadowscales for 5 years until he decided he had had enough . He made his decision on a chilly night when he was sent to assassinate a wealthy noble in his country estate but found only his wife . Panicking and stressed , he violently struck her down and repeatedly stabbed her . He found the locket tied around her neck and took it as a memoir of his failings , and fled .
He went rogue and hid out in a dingey shack in the colovian highlands for almost 20 years , vowing never to kill again . He has since become physically feeble and unhealthy , losing all trace of his deadly combat prowess and becoming a soul-less wastrel .
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Will post up an IC tommorow....Im dead knackered atm
Nickname: Vaj
Race: Argonian
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Birthsign: The Serpent
Focus: Stealth
Class: Agent
Skills: Sneak , lockpick , short blade , Unarmored , alchemy
General Appearance: Dreet has an overall royal and prestigious look to him . His eyes are somewhat slanted so he always looks as if he is giving someone the evil-eye . His cheeks are very gaunt and his lips are thin and locked in semi-scowl . His teeth are extremely well cared for and glint a most beautiful pearl colour , and he has a cold , steely navy blue skin tone with patches of white on his palms and chest . He is somewhat skinny and unfit .
Eyes: Blazing argonian orange with a slight tinge of red .
Hair: The classic argonian "fins" hairstyle . The two fins are relatively short .
Height: 5'7
Weight: 80kg
Mental Description: Dreet lacks emotion . He doesn't often feel remorse , regret , or even love . He's a cold character without doubt , but this does not mean he cannot lose his usually calm and silent attitude in times of stress . He likes to block out anything he isn't focusing on , and he act's quickly and efficiently . However , with his dire predicament , as much as he hates to communicate with other's , he will have to forge friendships whether he likes it or not .
Clothing: Usually a very sophisticated dresser , Dreet has awoken to find his lavish garb almost completely stolen from him . His deep blue silk vest and cream coloured cravat are lost , as is his black three-quarter jacket . He awakes and only finds himself in his plain grey long-sleeved undershirt , and tan leather pants . He's still wearing his knee-high black leather riding boot's .
Misc.: Dreet carries on him a silver locket in the shape of a heart . Engraved on the front it say's "To my dearest Jameel , may our love thrive for all eternity : Geenum" . Inside of the locket is a small portrait of a beautiful argonian woman . The locket is in very good condition aside from the fact that it its covered in dried blood that fills the cracks of the engraving's .
Bio: As an Argonian born under the sign of the Serpent , Dreet was destined to join the elite band of shadowscale assassins , although against his wishes . He soon grew to tire of their cunning and malicious way's as he did not see eye to eye with their methods , but still complied and became a efficient and ruthless killer .
His murdered in the name of the shadowscales for 5 years until he decided he had had enough . He made his decision on a chilly night when he was sent to assassinate a wealthy noble in his country estate but found only his wife . Panicking and stressed , he violently struck her down and repeatedly stabbed her . He found the locket tied around her neck and took it as a memoir of his failings , and fled .
He went rogue and hid out in a dingey shack in the colovian highlands for almost 20 years , vowing never to kill again . He has since become physically feeble and unhealthy , losing all trace of his deadly combat prowess and becoming a soul-less wastrel .
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Will post up an IC tommorow....Im dead knackered atm
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Etta Hargrave - Posts: 3452
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» Thu May 26, 2011 9:28 pm
The argonian accepted the furs from Sarth, completely surprised by the khajiit's kindness. ... Thank you... she thought wonderingly. Did somebody actually care about her?
She put the heavy furs on- despite the weight she was carrying, it would hinder her little- she was used to carrying loot bags, and thus could handle weight spread out in such a manner and still be manouvreable. Plus, she could just drop them and run if she needed to.
Seer didn't run straight after the Legionnaire, instead staying to stand beside the khajiit, the half-breed, and the bosmer, all three of whom seemed nicer to Seer than the Legionnaire.
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Raziline, for her part, was not a very nice person. She watched with approval when Sarth ave Seer the furs, but she never would have done so herself. But then, I'm not as furry as my full-breed friend there... Raz thought. She listened to the discussion going on, and said, "I can scout rooftops as well- in fact, I'd prefer to. Being on the ground is a major downer: from the rooftops I can at least jump down on whatevers coming for me." Her tail twitched as she anticipated pouncing on whoever thought to stick her in there.
"My name's Raz, by the way, Raziline Darmeet. Pleasure to be hunted with you," she greeted with black humour, taking a exaggerated bow.
She put the heavy furs on- despite the weight she was carrying, it would hinder her little- she was used to carrying loot bags, and thus could handle weight spread out in such a manner and still be manouvreable. Plus, she could just drop them and run if she needed to.
Seer didn't run straight after the Legionnaire, instead staying to stand beside the khajiit, the half-breed, and the bosmer, all three of whom seemed nicer to Seer than the Legionnaire.
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Raziline, for her part, was not a very nice person. She watched with approval when Sarth ave Seer the furs, but she never would have done so herself. But then, I'm not as furry as my full-breed friend there... Raz thought. She listened to the discussion going on, and said, "I can scout rooftops as well- in fact, I'd prefer to. Being on the ground is a major downer: from the rooftops I can at least jump down on whatevers coming for me." Her tail twitched as she anticipated pouncing on whoever thought to stick her in there.
"My name's Raz, by the way, Raziline Darmeet. Pleasure to be hunted with you," she greeted with black humour, taking a exaggerated bow.
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Anna Watts - Posts: 3476
- Joined: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:31 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 10:36 am
Hearing Raz propose herself for the rooftops, Fara couldn't hold a grin, memories of her time as a scout flowing back. "That's fine with me - I didn't use to jump down on troubles, rather to bring them up instead. But that was teamwork, me at the lassoing and a strong partner for the hauling. On my own, if you happen to stumble upon an bow or crossbow someone doesn't need anymore, I'm not bad with them.
But since we're doing introductionss, I'm Fara - nothing more, nothing less. Tavern wench, cook and part-time huntress of late, legion scout before that.". Facing the small argonian "Well, you can't speak your name maybe you'll be able to write down sometimes. Meanwhile how about we call you 'silence' ? It sounds better than 'the small mute argonian gal."
But since we're doing introductionss, I'm Fara - nothing more, nothing less. Tavern wench, cook and part-time huntress of late, legion scout before that.". Facing the small argonian "Well, you can't speak your name maybe you'll be able to write down sometimes. Meanwhile how about we call you 'silence' ? It sounds better than 'the small mute argonian gal."
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Kevin Jay - Posts: 3431
- Joined: Sun Apr 29, 2007 4:29 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 3:37 am
Jak looked among the group; yep, everyone was here. "I don't think we'll have anything to worry about yet. If and only if we are being hunted, I'm sure they would give us some sort of warning. I know hunting isn't supposed to be easy," he said, making a gesture for everyone to follow him.
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Schel[Anne]FTL - Posts: 3384
- Joined: Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:53 pm
» Fri May 27, 2011 12:16 am
"Follow you maybe, but where to ? If you're into running for running's sake, well, an headless chicken do it really good, but that don't means it's a good idea to do the same. I've thought to pay a visit to the chapel that's north of here.
I'm not that religious, but it has quite a lot of good, thick glass that's easy to get. It's a far cry from steel, but I can at least get something like a knife out of it, and sharp bits to throw around too. After that, finding some food, doing my best to stay alive until the night, then climbing over those walls and kissing the creeps goodbye."
I'm not that religious, but it has quite a lot of good, thick glass that's easy to get. It's a far cry from steel, but I can at least get something like a knife out of it, and sharp bits to throw around too. After that, finding some food, doing my best to stay alive until the night, then climbing over those walls and kissing the creeps goodbye."
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Music Show - Posts: 3512
- Joined: Sun Sep 09, 2007 10:53 am
» Fri May 27, 2011 8:33 am
A fiesty breeze ran through Dreet's bones and made him shudder suddenly , bringing him out of his sleep . He awoke , blinking uneasily , and surveyed his surroundings . Where was he?
He tried to move but found out that a mouldy cotton blanket had been crudely dropped over his body . He pushed it out of the way and found himself in a cold , dank room . The cracked window's showed nothing but cold outside , the wooden floorboards were black and rotting , and the place was almost completely submerged in dark shadow .
Dreet stood up , and , much to his alarm , saw he wasn't wearing the clothes he usually wore . His jacket was gone , as was his silk shirt and vest . Only his gray undershirt , pants , and riding boot's remained .
He frowned , what exactly had happened to him? He remembered walking home back from a tavern in Skingrad , and then a great flash . The rest was blank to him , but either way , it was trouble .
He dusted himself off , checking his pockets . Lucky . The locket was still there , maybe the brutes who had so thuggishly robbed him had not seen it .
He usually wasn't one for shouting , as he found it crude . But this was the best way to see if anyone was around . He raised his hands to his face , cupped them around his mouth , and yelled .
"HELLO?"
He hoped it would be heard over the unsettling din of the cold wind . He also hoped it would be heard by someone friendly....
He tried to move but found out that a mouldy cotton blanket had been crudely dropped over his body . He pushed it out of the way and found himself in a cold , dank room . The cracked window's showed nothing but cold outside , the wooden floorboards were black and rotting , and the place was almost completely submerged in dark shadow .
Dreet stood up , and , much to his alarm , saw he wasn't wearing the clothes he usually wore . His jacket was gone , as was his silk shirt and vest . Only his gray undershirt , pants , and riding boot's remained .
He frowned , what exactly had happened to him? He remembered walking home back from a tavern in Skingrad , and then a great flash . The rest was blank to him , but either way , it was trouble .
He dusted himself off , checking his pockets . Lucky . The locket was still there , maybe the brutes who had so thuggishly robbed him had not seen it .
He usually wasn't one for shouting , as he found it crude . But this was the best way to see if anyone was around . He raised his hands to his face , cupped them around his mouth , and yelled .
"HELLO?"
He hoped it would be heard over the unsettling din of the cold wind . He also hoped it would be heard by someone friendly....
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Sasha Brown - Posts: 3426
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