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Post by jenson on Jul 9, 2008 0:06:59 GMT -5
Jenson stalked quickly through the streets, his journey had unfortunately brought him into an inhabited city yet again - something he was always trying to avoid. He wouldn't be here for long of course, just check the city for any possible help, resupply, and then return to the wilderness. Hunting down the demons before they found out he carried the stone was always a challenge, they were naturally drawn to it. As he rushed through the streets, his cloak billowed out behind him from the wind, revealing just a bit of his armor. He hadn't shaved in several days and like usual his hair was a mess, most likely not the average person to be walking down these streets.
"Have I really not visited in that long?" He mumbled to himself as he continued through the streets, apparently lost. It had been over four years since he had visited this particular area, and he had very little idea where any shops and taverns were located. He ignored the stares of the people as he ventured through town, they likely didn't know what him being there meant, since he hadn't been here...there was always the chance of rumors spreading though. Despite all his efforts of trying to blend in, even with the cloak - there was one thing he couldn't hide. He carried a long gnarled wood staff, at the end of which sat a misshapen, cone-shaped, and blood red crystal, it always drew people's attention...
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Post by Note::. on Jul 9, 2008 1:04:00 GMT -5
Drawing attention to herself wasn't hard for Eureka. The poor girl stood out from the crowd endefinately, unable to do anything about.
But, she had to get some food at some point. The girl was straving, with the oly way to get currency for food was to pick pocket; which the girl seemed to be highly skilled at.
She was weaing through the crowd, trying to not let herself be seen by many, keeping her head down; her eyes on her feet. Eureka felt flustered and weary, hoping that not too many people noticed her odd appearence She knew she looked different from the others that lives in this city... but, she couldn't figure out just why...
Her deep thoughts lead the girl to not see where she was directly heading, walking forward aimlessly... until she stumbled into a man walking in the opposite direction. Utterly startled, the girl let a high, surprised squeak escape her lips, her violet eyes widening in shock.
Eureka's weary gaze drifted up to the man she had accidentally bumped into, her body becoming forzen in fear. Her throar became suddenly dry as her lips parted to speak, but no words came forth.
Judging by this stranger's appearence, maybe... she wasn't the only strange one, after all...
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Post by jenson on Jul 9, 2008 10:18:19 GMT -5
Jenson's mind momentarily wandered, it wasn't something he usually allowed himself to do, he ad been attacked in cities such as this before. His thoughts shifted to ponder about the soulstone, and what would be required to eventually destroy it. Since it could not be destroyed by any normal means, it would likely mean him having to live with it for a long period of time until he could discover the secrets of the stone. If only that mage were still here! He might have had the ability to unlock the knowledge of these ancient crystals. He continued walking through the streets, finding several shops - but he didn't think they had what he needed.
His thoughts were suddenly pulled back to reality as someone walked into him. He instantly pulled back, so as not to bowl the person over, and he cursed himself for not having seen the person coming. He looked up from the ground to see the face of a girl, probably not much older than him - although he doubted she was making the same age connection. His hair covered much of his face, and the short beard that was growing gave the impression that he was older. He noticed the fearful expression on her face and quickly smiled warmly, revealing no harm was intended. When he spoke he gave away his real age, his appearance couldn't mask his young voice. "Sorry about that, I need to watch where I am going. You don't need to be frightened, I don't mean any harm." He spoke quietly. He thought over his situation briefly and came up with an idea. "You likely know these parts better than I, and you look like you might be able to use a meal. How about you act as a guide for the duration of my stay, and I'll give you enough money to make a living for the next week?" Jenson suggested, still smiling. One of Jenson's strengths and weaknesses, was that he usually gave preference to other people in bargains. He shifted the staff with the blood red crystal to the other hand, and made sure that none of the armor or weapons were visible underneath his cloak.
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Post by Illya on Jul 9, 2008 11:47:51 GMT -5
Hera leaped from the balcony and straightened up. Someone was following her. She didn't know who but she thought it would be best to avoid this mysterious person.
She walked the streets in a chocolate brown cloak to blend in with the environment. Her weapons clanked together on her sides.
Hera heard voices in the distance and as she did, she raced to the other side of the stone walls. The alleys were dark and full of the unknown. She lifted her hood over her head to protect her identity.
She noticed a tall figure in the distance and a small figure of what seemed to be a young girl.
What is someone like her doing here? Is she lost? Hera thought to herself.
The knife strapped to her leg slipped from its harness and clanked on the damp cement. It echoed throughout the alleyway.
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Post by makotetsuhana on Jul 10, 2008 19:17:46 GMT -5
Mako had been sleeping on the other side of a box. He hadn't the money to sleep in an inn...again. Being immortal had its troubles. He couldn't die of starvation or anything so it wasn't that big a deal to go days without food but he DID have to watch for the sharp pointies. He was only immortal in the sense he never aged and couldn't die from diseases and other such natural causes, but a dagger between the shoulder blades could certainly kill him if not cramp his style. It wasn't comfortable sleeping in the alleyways but it couldn't be helped and had become all too common as of late. He hadn't had any mercenary work in a while, and while he could sell one of the gems on his blade only to have it reappear the next day he wasn't in the business of swindling people. It was quite the dilemma really.
Knowing this, it isn't much of a shock that he heard the clatter of a dagger on the stones and instantly was awake. For all he knew, it could be some clumsy thief getting ready to slit his throat for his valuables. He rolled forward and drew Mordrith, his cursed blade, and slammed the ruby into the pommel of the blade. Where once there was no blade now roared to life a blade of flame. Almost as quick, he was up and around the box with his blade just far enough away from the persons throat to not burn, but close enough they could feel the blades enchanted heat.
"Who are you and what are you doing here. I don't want to hurt you, but I'll do what I must." He had just began to look under the persons cloak to see just who they are when the memories came crashing back. People screaming, set on fire. Women holding their children begging for mercy before being mercilessly cut down. The pain of the memories made his eyes go wide as he stumbled forward barely missing the persons throat. "Damn it...not now..." Mako fell to his knees, blade still drawn. He needed a couple seconds to slam the door shut on the horrible atrocities he had committed. The blade always challenged him when he drew it. He now lay defenseless in front of this stranger.
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Post by jenson on Jul 12, 2008 20:44:45 GMT -5
Alkmar had been walking through the streets oblivious to most of the people. He wasn't here to stop any evil schemes, for once he was on a quest for knowledge. It was a rather peaceful time right now, and so he had time to look into some more trivial pieces of information. He would have made it to the libraries too, if it hadn't been for the magic that erupted nearby to him, instantly drawing his attention. He wore the usual cloak that came with this disguise, and it billowed out behind him as he strode across the street. As far as he could tell, neither of the people in front of him meant the other any harm.
Alkmar felt a sudden echo of something, it likely had something to do with the sword, as well as some balance with either good or evil. He was in close harmony to such deeds, and they affected him greatly at close range. He gathered his voice for a moment, making sure it wouldn't echo like normal. "Put your weapon down, it wont be needed here." Alkmar called out in his deep and confident voice. His face was still hidden in the shadows, and so he was given a very menacing look under the hood - and unfortunate side effect of his disguise.
He sighed slightly, he hadn't intended in getting caught up in something, but when someone wielded a blade like that, it was difficult not to get involved. "You should watch were you draw blades like that, there are people who would take it in an instant, and then use it against you.." He called out, pointing to Mako. Alkmar realized that they wouldn't pay him any attention, or might even think him an easy target, either way - he felt the information needed to be given.
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Post by Illya on Jul 14, 2008 20:18:08 GMT -5
Hera was startled to find a stranger in the shadows calling out to her. This was a bad part of town and she needed to get home to her mothers. The alley ways were the worst short cuts but she hadn't realized they were this dangerous.
She slapped the man who tried to lift her hood from her eyes and turned to notice the other strangers she had found staring at her.
What if these people were dangerous. She couldn't let her gaurd down.
She slowly reached for the dagger on the cement floor.
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Post by makotetsuhana on Jul 15, 2008 17:42:05 GMT -5
"This is none of your business. Keep walking buddy." Mako wasn't in the least concerned about Mordrith. The blade was bound to his soul after all. It couldn't go anywhere without him, and he couldn't exist without it. Helpful strangers always either wanted something or were waiting to get you when your back was turned so Mako was even more on guard now.
It was then he noticed the stranger start to lean in towards its dagger. He kicked it behind him and returned his flaming blade to its place by the persons neck. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you. Blades only mean trouble. That, and I still don't know who you are and just what you were doing back here. If I were you, I wouldn't make any sudden movements while a guy has a sword out. Now just who are you..." Mako leaned in and then gently flicked the hood of the cloak back so he could see who was hiding underneath. To his amazement, it was a fairly attractive girl underneath. This was both a rather pleasant surprise, and made him just that more cautious. You never knew just how many surprises a pretty face kept on her person.
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