Pyre
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Post by Pyre on Oct 27, 2007 18:09:33 GMT -5
Tom thought it over. He did not need money; what he needed, he stole. But glory appealed to him, like it appealed to the others. Demons were known for horrid things; here was a chance to be different than his ancestors. He had always strived to be different, and an opportunity had just presented itself. He would stand out among the various creatures in hell; he would not be known any longer as the simple demon in the human world. He would be known in the demon world far and wide for his alliance to humans... then his betrayal to them at the last moment... After all, he thought, those masks were sure to be valuable.
"I'll do it," he said brightly. "I'm in." He stood smiling for a while before he let out a loud gasp. "Oh no!" he whispered, and hurried to his earlier seat. He lifted up a brown knapsack and peered inside.
"Rangda," he breathed out in relief. He lifted the brown-and-yellow snake from his bag and draped it around his neck. "Change of plans," he hissed in Snake. "I'm staying herrre... to help this elf."
His snake let out an agreeable hiss that translated loosely to, "whateverrr you say, masterrr."
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Post by Jesse on Oct 28, 2007 14:17:31 GMT -5
"Money and fighting, we're in." Tain said as the elf left.
Zaon shook his head and frowned, "You shouldn't be so quick to jump into fights you know nothing about, especially ones involving political figures."
"I don't care about the politics. As soon as we get those damn masks back we're outta here and on to another city, no time to get drawn into anything." She shrugged, "How hard could it be? If the guys who have the mask are anything like these guys they're an easy kill." She motioned with the sword still in her hand at the body beside her, and the puddle of blood he was lying in. "So whatever the rest of you are doing, we're in, and we're leaving."
Not bothering to step around or over the many bodies she made her way to the door. Zaon wasn't quick to follow, "Maybe we should stay with them, we don't even know where the place we're supposed to meet the elf is."
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Post by Lady Hammer on Oct 30, 2007 16:06:50 GMT -5
"I know where it is!" Scyndil piped up dramatically, waving her finger in the air. "In fact, when the time comes, I'll take you all there. Sound like a plan or what?"
As usual, Cynthia had doubts about the plan.
"Scyndil, do you know what that 'Lady Denda' is?" Scyndil's face stayed blank, obviously showing no answer. "She's a Mirk Elf!"
"And that is...?" The young girl grumbled.
"A Mirk Elf is an elf with mage tendencies that has been tainted by Chaos, and you know that I, of all people, would be able to tell!" Nodding, Scyndil rolled her eyes. "I don't want to join the hands of Chaos. So you can go, but if we're just going to do some evil woman's bidding, then I will find a place to wait for you to come back."
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Post by The Pilot on Nov 2, 2007 0:44:35 GMT -5
"What's going on? What's all of this about evil and tainting and chaos?"
Ender raised an eyebrow at his mechanical companion. "Shut up for just one moment." He took a few steps over to the young woman and young girl that he couldn't help but overhear. "I'm sorry, ladies, but... explain to me, in brief, what a Mirk elf is? Sorry... I'm from out east and I'm not used to interacting with so many different kinds of Elf?" Ender shot a quick glance at Lady Denda before she was gone.
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Post by Lady Hammer on Nov 2, 2007 13:23:25 GMT -5
Cynthia shivered as the tall man loomed over her, and her words failed her, becoming nothing more than mere stutters. Scyndil patted the girl on the back.
"Let me do the speaking for her, if that's okay," she said. "Cynthia here was born into a family of Chaos worshippers. You know, the daemonlogists, the necromancers, the generally un-good people. So she's got this thing for sensing it around her. A Mirk Elf, usually female, is tainted by the Chaos Magics. A Mire Elf, usually male as you can tell by the stereotyping, is tainted by invoking Chaotic entities into themselves in battle. They lose the ability to act on their own over time. There's more elves, what with the Star, the Silver, the Feral, and continuing, but maybe some other time we can discuss that. But you, if I'm not mistaken... you're an elf yourself, right?"
Congratulating herself silently on her rhyme, Scyndil smiled, but then looked back to her disgruntled companion.
"And don't worry, you, I know what I'm doing. I can't believe you would accuse me of having such a low sense of morals and ethics!"
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Post by The Pilot on Nov 2, 2007 17:24:45 GMT -5
The fact that the girl was scared of his made Ender a little self-conscious again, but he said nothing.
Ender listened patiently, as it was a virtue of his (and also a requirement of his line of work), and much to his surprise, he understood what she was saying. He'd heard of Chaos magic, though there seemed to be little of it in Agathon. Usually the people who wanted to misuse magic there would take what was already established and just twist it around. Another short moment of thought yielded some knowledge from his own people. He found it strange that chaos with the land dwellers was usually attributed to evil, though for the Mariners it was not so. Gaurin represented all that was dark and cold, still, silent, and dead. The tools used by his damned followers were lies, estrangement, and isolation. To them, it was the hot chaos of Aio that was welcome.
"...you're an elf yourself, right?"
The question, to him at least, was rather silly, but then he had to remember that folk this far west rarely, if ever, saw people like him. His hand reached up to his ear, pointed and flat against his head, though upon a closer inspection one would see that it was shaped very differently than that of any human or elf.
"No, I'm no elf," he said with a friendly smile. "I came from the sea." With that, he held up his hand and showed her the pronounced webbing between his middle, ring, and pinky fingers. There was also a distinct lack of fingernails.
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Jesse
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Post by Jesse on Nov 3, 2007 3:14:49 GMT -5
Zaon grabbed Tain by the arm and spun her around, "We should stay. This is a strange city and we don't know our way around, they can help us."
"They are weak!" Tain snapped, "They'll hold us back."
"We must be looking at different people then, because I see no obvious weakness in them. If they know their way around this place they're more than worth a little weakness anyways." Zaon hissed, glancing at the others and hoping they hadn't heard her. "Listen to the girl, she can sense these things, she could be helpful."
Tain didn't reply, but instead turned her attention to Scyndil and Cynthia. "So your pet, she can sense those with powers? Or just those with powers you consider tainted?" She asked, frowning. "Because from what she said I don't consider them tainted, chaos isn't an evil force, it's just another kind of power. One that can be quite effective on the battlefield. I don't know much about elves though, so I suppose it's different for them."
"Not much?" Zaon snorted, "You don't know anything about elves. We don't even have any back home." He released her arm slowly once he was sure she wasn't going to leave and sat down on one of the few clear and relatively clean tabletops, staring at the others. "If you aren't an elf then, what are you? Not a human or a dwarf, that I'm sure of. And what is your companion?"
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Pyre
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Post by Pyre on Nov 3, 2007 15:16:35 GMT -5
Tom stepped into the group and tapped Cynthia on her shoulder. 'If you could show me the way now so I know where to go, it would be appreciated,' he said brightly, draping Rangda around his neck. He hoped no one was squirmish with snakes; he was nearly one of the beasts.
Rangda made a strangled hissing sound and he realized that the others were fighting slightly. Rangda could sense the tension, the anger, like a red line slicing through a photo. It made the creature nervous, and when Rangda got nervous, he got restless.
Rangda slid off his shoulder and made his way towards Ender. Slowly, the snake crept up the man and twined itself around his arm, purring softly.
Tom took a step forward to retrieve the snake, but then took a step back and let a smirk curl the corners of his cherry lips. He did not know how the man would react, but he knew Rangda was swift. The snake could take care of himself. He had known that from the beginning, when he had just met Rangda.
Rangda could sense things. So when Tom's sister died- images of the long-gone girl flashed through Tom's head, and like he always did when this happened, he dropped to his knees- Tom was alone in the cavern he used to call his home. He was resting against a rock, his sister's cold body besides him... the white lace dress that had never gotten dirty was stained with crimson, her pale blue eyes wide open and lifeless.
'Sssssad.'
Tom had started from his mindless fog and looked towards the opening of the cave. A simple yellow snake was waiting, its tail flicking occasionally, its slanted yellow eyes calculating. Tom walked over, dragging his sister's tiny body with one hand. Her black beret fell off her glossy curls and Tom left it. It was too painful to pick up.
'Who are you?' he had asked wearily.
'Your new ssssslave,' the snake had replied simply.
Tom had named him... gave him chores... kept him busy... and found out quite a bit about him. Like how every time the snake did something evil, brown spots appeared on his slim, flexible outside. Like how the snake was slower when the people around him were angry or sad.
Tom lifted his head, his horrible reverie broken. His throat felt sore, and he was on his knees. He must have been howling. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, ashamed to still be so vulnerable.
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Post by The Pilot on Nov 4, 2007 12:34:41 GMT -5
"Esan, Ardeiu, Mariner, we've got a few names. Uhm... my specific race are called Ainas, Sun-folk, 'cause we live closest to the surface, a few miles off the eastern coast. And it's not just that one area that we live in. We're scattered all through the ocean, it's just that the people that live in deeper waters don't venture to the surface that often, nor do they have a real need to. Esdoual just happened to be built in the shallows and forests there, so running into trade and fishing ships from Agathon was really just a matter of time." He was getting slightly uneasy from being the center of attention, though he should have been used to it, and so sat down. "Oh, and my companion is Daedus. He's a golem; an inanimate form invoked with a spirit of the deceased. It's all voluntary, of course... we don't force anyone to animate things, and they're free to leave whenever they want too. Isn't that right, Daedus."
The golem stepped over to the group, and from the way his eyes glowed, one might have thought he was cocking an eyebrow at his master. "Of course it is, sir," he said, then turned to Tain and Zaon. "In fact, I threaten to leave quite often. Not permanently, of course, but being invoked requires time, money, and a priest."
Ender crossed his arms. "That's because he's an ass when he doesn't get his way," he mumbled. "How old were you when you died again? Twelve?"
"I was a dashing, fully capable, nineteen year old page boy for a famous tournament knight."
Ender waved at him dismissively. "Anyway, that's what he is." Just as he unfolded hiself, however, a snake crawled up his arm. He was glad that he was used to being in such close proximity of slithering creatures. "Someone needs to keep better track of their pets?" he said, not knowing who the owner of the snake was.
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Post by Maggie on Dec 28, 2007 15:47:08 GMT -5
((Ahem... I seem to be quite behind, without even a character created yet, so I'll join in once chapter 2 starts. Do you guys mind? I just really don't like coming in late, and you guys are alkready pretty far in...))
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