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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus - Information
Subject: Character Location (Plotline)
| Character | Location (Plotline) | | Armand | Pre Checkpoint 2 | | Willow Hiswena | Pre Checkpoint 2 | | Manalagna Hammer | Pre Checkpoint 2 | | Dusk | Pre Checkpoint 2 |
Checkpoint 1: The Cracking of the World
Checkpoint 2: The Base of Venerro
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 17:17:17.
Edited on 2008-11-06 at 00:16:48 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Hammer
There are two very large concerns I have regarding your post.
First of all, you cannot throw a melee weapon that does not have a range increment. As such, if I were to update your message as it is, the greatsword plunks to the ground not 10ft from you. Also, if you look at the part where Ken does plunk his greatsword into the ground, he claps Manalagna on the shoulder, indicating that he is actually right next to him at that point in time.
Secondly, Xira is 100ft away from your current position; only a longbow has the range to hit her at this time from your location, so even if the greatsword could be thrown, the increment penalties along with your inproficiency almost make it assured that it would not hit Xira under normal circumstances.
I'll suggest you revise your post...
Posted on 2008-05-25 at 16:28:30.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Inevitable... He Does Look Metallic... Maybe
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
"A child is innocent of its birth, no matter the crimes of its parents. Evil is not inflicted by race anymore than by gender,"
The man visibly snarls, "Yes, if it were a newborn born just now. It has already learned things from its parents no doubt. In any case, I will not take that chance."
With that, the hunter charges forward, but he does not get more than a step before Dusk vanishes before his eyes. He tenses, much like any predator does when the predator becomes the prey. From out of nowhere, Dusk strikes the man easily, jabbing his blade into the man's shoulder joint and withdrawing the blade in a fluid motion.
"I see now, of course. That's why they went to you, demon!" The hunter hisses accusingly.
In the meantime, the young tiger, glad it has somewhere to back up to, walks backwards, keeping its eyes on the two humanoids.
The man tries to counterattack Dusk, slashing the air in front of him with his blade, but failing to meet anything with it.
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 20:31:46.
Edited on 2008-05-25 at 18:32:15 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
I'll need you to send me info on the techniques you use, Vilyamar, mainly because I don't have that book *sweatdrop*
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 20:13:28.
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Topic: ~*Whom Gods Annoy*~
Subject: Too Much Walking!
Iskanna looks at the distant smoke trail and can't help but give a sigh. She is not the walking type. She isn't even really a fighting type. Why wasn't the church happy with her just doing clerical duties while reading all the books in the libraries for the tenth time? Who knows, she could've ended up having an epiphany that might have resulted in the making of a spell that... well, she doesn't know. It is just a path she was dragged off of, and that is easy to do in a physical sense. Her unnaturally light and slim frame gives her an overall frail appearance.
Grudgingly, Iskanna begins the long trek outlined by the smoke above, her thoughts meandering on her multiple favourite books.
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 19:55:50.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: Hmm...
Well... I guess Cindi would try to run in a straight line through the fog (unless something pops out at her...) so that'd put her at the church I think...
Does that sound about right?
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 00:19:52.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: 'Borrowing' Works So Much Better
Outskirts of the Hylon Forest
Unmapped Area
Three Hours before Twilight
Renshiir's lip curls in disgust at the notion of actually paying that craftsperson anything for what he does.
"Well, he is in the northern district of Hylon, but I think I'll just say, just to forewarn you, he wouldn't care if you were an angel giving a divine command or a demon with their hand at his throat. He will severely overcharge everyone, for no real reason other than he is extremely greedy. I'd even bet that trying to get him to lend us his workshop would cost us even more than these crystals are worth."
Noting how Armand and Deunan look at her to elaborate, Renshiir quickly adds, "And they are worth quite a bit, this one for instance..." She says, holding up the one she was examining, "Is at least worth eight hundred gold crowns as it is, being in a raw and somewhat unusable form. If we cut it into stones so as to be able to be set in jewellery..."
Renshiir looks at the crystal in her hand, counting and speculating, "I'd guess it'd be worth at least twice what it is right now; three times if the cuts are very well done."
Shaking her head to refocus on the present rather than any work she could do, Renshiir finishes by saying, "In any case, we could wander back to Hylon, but chances are that pig likely is already asleep."
Posted on 2008-05-24 at 00:09:50.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Hunter of the Moon
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinarr
Plains of Tiancann
Three Hours before Twilight
"Child or not, it is still a lycanthrope." The man says coldly, "and all lycanthropes are evil things. If I leave it, it will take that as weakness, and then it'll consider everything inferior to it, and then it will kill other people. I cannot allow that to happen."
As he speaks the man slowly advances. Taking tentative steps, the young tiger backs away from him, but it still carefully considers Dusk as well; it tries to remain in the middle between the two humanoids.
"If you're going to defend it," The man says sharply, having noticed Dusk's reaching for his blade, "Then you too are an enemy. Take that into consideration before you go too far."
Now that the man is getting closer, Dusk can see that he also has a bow upon his back, and glinting silver shafts poke out of his quiver. He is clearly a lycanthrope hunter. The young tiger watches the two humanoids, uncertain what to do, and uncertain which way to run.
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 23:23:32.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: There is No Trust, Only Anger
Darkness... Only darkness... No dreams... No light... Caera? ... Where are you? ... Aelistae?
Linnix opens her eyes, and then immediately wishes she hadn't. Perhaps she is still dreaming. A nightmare?
Voices in the background... what are they saying?
"...Linnix, who with a little more training might prove to be quite the dancer, but her natural beauty and grace are easily seen, and while I hear she’s quite the little firecracker, I’m sure you all know how to teach obedience to your pets am I right?"
Linnix jolts upright upon hearing her name, now awake. She takes in everything with a single glance. She had let down her guard. She should've known better. The flickering emotions fly over her face, but fortunately the white mask helped conceal them. Linnix feels infuriated. If she only had her crossbow. Every single despicable thing in the crowd deserves a bolt through the head. Linnix's hands clench in rage and malevolence. She couldn't do that; she might as well be helpless.
“Forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
It is Aelistae's voice, but what is she-
Linnix cries out in pain against Aelistae's strike, but she catches on immediately. "What are you-" She begins in feigned innocence.
“Foolish women! You led me here to be captured by these humans! I will kill you for your stupidity!”
I hope this works, Linnix thinks as she grips Aelistae's wrists in playing along, letting her body grow limp in feigned weakness. From her eyes she begins crying, thinking about memories which always causes her to cry. Inside Linnix also tries to think a bit ahead. What would she do if this worked? It looked like running would be the only option.
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 18:37:46.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Tears
Easily enough... just catch the ones that drop from Linnix's eyes in the post I'll do... maybe right now even though I'm in class 
I'm at a bit of a loss of what to do for Linnix, but given the circumstances, there's not a lot to do...
Well, I'll get at it ^_^
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 18:06:19.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Renshiir's Talent
Outskirts of Hylon Forest
Unmapped Area
Three Hours before Twilight
Renshiir, completely lost in her own world examining the crystal javelin, is suddenly jolted back to reality in being directly addressed.
Renshiir smiles, "Thank you. I might have been a spy, but that doesn't mean the only thing I spied on was what I was ordered to do. There was one very very bizarre place I always felt intrigued at in Hylon. It isn't a common place, and with little wonder why. The man who works there charges far too much for his work, although, admittedly he does do very unique things. What he does is he takes crystals, and actually forges with them. Mind you, I still think he's charging far too much given that the person has to supply the crystals as well as pay him a price that might as well be as though the crystals weren't supplied and that the result is magical (which it is not; I could tell right away). I didn't like that, so I spied on his work (he never lets people watch), and..."
Renshiir's voice drops to a whisper, as though she's confiding a huge secret, "I think I actually know more than he does at his own profession."
Renshiir gives an uncomfortable laugh, "Of course, I haven't been able to make anything yet, but I suppose that's what I'll finally get to do now."
Renshiir looks at the crystal javelin in her hand, "Actually, if you wanted, I could make something for you with these. We'd just have to 'borrow' that guy's furnace."
Posted on 2008-05-23 at 00:07:16.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Trail of Lost Items
Aqinarr
Side Road
Five and a Half Hours before Twilight
Reaching the same place where she had been nearly knocked over by the rushing woman, Willow meets up with a band of searching people. With a bit of regret, Willow recognizes many of the people as people whom the woman had also run into, who appeared to be searching the road of the street itself for things they had missed. Their voices jumble together to form incoherent noise, but a few voices can be distinctly heard by Willow.
"Has anyone seen a purse?" One person in the crowd asks.
"While we're at it, let's try to find my daughter's present I bought for her." Another person says.
"I could have sworn I had fastened my amulet."
"Hey! The inventory's not right! There's a couple items missing!" A vender along the side yells at his employee.
A man just to the left of Willow sighs, "This seems to be the road of lost items these days, ever since this road became a delivery route."
There is a substantial number of people searching for things, but not in a direct line. A few are likely still looking from previous days. It seems finding the delivery woman might be harder than it first appeared.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 23:38:16.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Mother and Daughter and Pursuer
Somewhere Between Wanqir and Aqinar
Plains of Tiancann
Three hours before Twilight
The tiger doesn't make it ten feet away from Dusk before it collapses. Its legs had just given out, and its breathing as seen through its deathly thin chest is laboured. Its eyes are closed; it is not long for this world. A soft meowing sound is heard, and another, smaller tiger paws at its mother. It, like its mother, is rather thin, but not nearly as starved. Apparently, its mother was strong enough to perhaps provide a few meals for its offspring, but not enough for the both of them, and it is clear which life it valued more.
The tiger is young, but there's something peculiar about it. The way it looks at its mother, as though there's far more understanding of her sacrifice, and the way it glimpses at Dusk, with a bizarre look almost like recognition. Perhaps it doesn't recognize Dusk, but it definitely knows that Dusk is an Elf, and its golden eyes seem to show an intellect that is more than of a mere tiger.
"Finally, its mother has fallen."
Stepping up towards the tigers in the same direction they came is a human. He is dressed with the likeness of a hunter, and his eyes look upon the tigers with indifference and unkindness. The man pulls a glinting silver longsword out of its sheath.
Seeing Dusk, the man says, rather businesslike, "You might want to stand back. That lycanthropic spawn there," he points at the younger tiger with his blade, "is going to die."
The tiger in question looks back and forth, from the man to Dusk, uncertain what to do. The mother tiger's breathing stops, and a slight gentle breeze blows through the area.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 23:24:00.
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Topic: Welcome or Not!
Subject: Wandering Sword
The sylph girl hovers in her spot several feet above the tops of the trees. It seemed that the stranger had an interest in her blade, of course. It did come out of nowhere after all, but now how was she going to get it back without revealing herself to him?
The answer came to her quite quickly, being naturally gifted with magical capabilities. Still invisible, the girl murmurs softly, beckoning the sword up with her words and motions. The sword pulls itself up from the wooden trunk it rests against, and, without apparent cause, flies into the night sky. The girl makes sure that it flies around a bit, making sure to loose the stranger if they followed the sword with their eyes, until it comes to her, hidden above a thickly leaved tree. As soon as she touches the blade, it too disappears from sight, and she puts it in her bag.
Her interference is now complete, and the girl shivers as she looks at the moon, flying to a higher altitude as she does so. What repurcussions, if any, could this bring about? The girl doesn't know, and hopes in her heart that it is nothing.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 22:54:00.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Hmm... Was That a Thief?
Aqinarr City
Side Road
Five and a Half Hours before Twilight
Willow wanders towards the southern riverbank, probably not as pretty as the northern riverbank, but definitely less crowded. Her mind wanders as she herself walks along the busy city streets. Suddenly, she is nearly knocked over by a woman that seems to be in a hurry, carrying a large package in one hand, and protecting it while she runs with her other. It is also this side that had bumped hard into Willow. The woman then stops, clearly having been running from being slightly out of breath.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" The woman asks of Willow.
(Willow's response)
"I'm sorry but I can't talk; I was supposed to deliver this half an hour ago, so I have to run!" The woman quickly returns to running, weaving through the crowd and nearly knocking over several other people as well, stopping to apologize and then running again.
Willow resumes walking to her destination. However, at the riverbank she suddenly feels as though something is missing. A single glimpse at her hand tells her exactly what happened. Her ring, the same one she was pondering over earlier, is gone.
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 00:51:29.
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Topic: Silent Hill: Eternal Decay
Subject: Take What You Can!
With a fluid movement, Cindi opens her pack, and begins stuffing things in it. Hairspray? Sure! Keyring? Yeah! Pencil? Sure! Notebook? Yes! First Aid? Double yes! Flyers? Hmm... Cindi grabs the top one, and if the others underneath are different, then she'll just stuff the box in.
Cindi pauses for just a second looking at the collars. Hmm, she never tried that look before, oh but it'd take too long to find one she liked. Cindi bites her lip, and the shuffling makes her decision for her. She pulls out the flute from her pack. Well, it got her in this mess, maybe it'd get her out... nah, no time! She sticks the flute back in the pack, zips it up fluidly and puts it over her shoulder. Hmm, the flyers made it a bit heavy, ohwell, no time!
Without a second thought, Cindi grabs the thing of icky food and hurls it at the ugly thing shuffling around. Hmm, good idea. She throws other things too, pelting the thing with the rubber squeaky toys and cd cases as hard as she can until she's out of those or the thing falls over or it gets too close for comfort, at which point she'll run (unless it falls over and stays fallen). Where to? Somewhere less crowded! (Yes, one of those creatures is a crowd in this case!)
Posted on 2008-05-22 at 00:15:38.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Wood Triumphs Over Wind
Aqinarr's Soldier's Barracks
Training Hall
Six Hours before Twilight
"Stop. You are good at what you do, but surely you realize that will not last much longer. We don't need to beat each other senseless to prove anything so I suggest we quit for today."
Yin growls at the statement, and for a second it looks as though he is about to attack, until Willow sees the grin on his face. Laughing helplessly, Yin lets the sword slide out of his grip, and he slumps to the floor.
"You win again! Of course." Yin says, still laughing.
After a moment, Yin stops laughing, and then he sighs, "Ugh, I need more practice... but first, I have a present for you. I'll give it to you in your room after I give my body a slight rest. Give me an hour I guess."
Yin jumps to his feet, sheathes his blade in the practice sheath, puts it away where it came from, and limps slightly as he walks away.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 03:48:28.
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Topic: Silent Hill Q&A
Subject: Oh, umm...
So... if I'm reading this correctly, the creature-thing-whatever is in a different room than Cindi?
Its proximity kind of determines exactly how hastily Cindi does things in my post... and part of what Cindi does too 
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 01:36:48.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Hmm
Besides changing it so you leave your Ring of Sustenance on (it has to be worn continuously in order for its effects to work; if you take it off, you have to 're-attune' it to you, which takes a week) looks good...
btw... you might not want to wield the greatsword (I don't believe it's something you're proficient with)
Your move, Hammer ^_^
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 01:13:18.
Edited on 2008-05-21 at 02:40:26 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Arena Battle
Fonhinqann
Gladiator Arena
Five Hours before Twilight
The announcer Ken turns to face the dwarf, and with a boisterous laugh he claps the dwarf on the shoulder.
"Why of course!" the orc says, laughing, "We cannot leave you with just a small blade now can we? This blade may look pretty, but it still is a blade, and a fine one at that. If Xira cleaves it like the other blades she's cleaved, that's hardly a loss as well; Tenarr makes beautiful blades, people just don't give the lad enough credit! Or time!"
Still laughing the orc plunks his greatsword blade first into the sand in front of Manalagna, the handle left at the perfect height for him to grab.
(The greatsword is a Medium sized Masterwork Greatsword. The following is at the sound of the gong which signifies the incidence of the battle... the announcing part of it anyway)
Ken, as charismatic as ever, stands in the center of the arena, waving to the crowd. Manalagna is positioned to one side of the arena, approximately 50ft from Ken. Xira has not shown up yet, but her starting position is marked 50ft from Ken in the other direction.
"My friends!" Ken roars to the crowd, immediately causing it to silence, "We are here now to witness this extraordinary event! Tremble in awe of these two warrior's powers!"
"But there's only one here!" Someone from the crowd retorts.
Ken visibly sags slightly, shaking his head towards Xira's chamber, before suddenly righting himself and stomping forward to shake his fist at the offending person, "Have you not seen Xira fight?! Where is your honour?! Where are your manners?! She will be here when the battle begins! She is always here when the battle begins! Never sooner or later!"
This response seems to shut the one person in the crowd up.
Seeing a hint of black coming along the side of the arena, the announcer begins anew, "Where in the world did this power come from?! How is this kind of strength possible?! Come and take your place in the arena!"
Xira walks forward to her starting location, now clad in black full plate armour, however, the armour has no guantlets, and she is not wearing a hood or helmet. Her bandaged hands contrast sharply with her armour, and cradled in her arms almost protectively is a polished metal scythe. As Tenarr said, on Xira's back there is a second scythe, this one covered in bandages not unlike how her hands are covered. Her long, black hair cascades over her shoulders, and her empty, dark brown eyes simply glare ahead at Ken and Manalagna. She mutters something unheard by Manalagna, although he can guess that it is along the lines of "Spare me the theatrics."
"Behold, the champion Xira! Wielder of the Chaos Scythe and the Black Scythe! Just look at that determination! Nothing will stop her from securing victory!" Ken continues, now on a roll.
"Now, onto the challenger, the wanderer Manalagna Hammer! Wielder of the Volcano's Might and the Earth's Grandeur! Look at those eyes! Is this the burning will that will take Xira down?!" Ken roars, taking in all the excitement of the crowd and returning it tenfold.
Already the crowd has decided to take sides, with about half cheering "Hammer! Hammer!" and the other half cheering "Xira! Xira!" with both cheers sounding on the same two beats.
Ken stomps on the ground, causing a podium of sand to lift him to his announcing platform on the side of the arena between Xira and Manalagna, facing the center.
"LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!" Ken roars as he actually punches the huge gong behind him, sending a very loud reverbating note throughout the arena.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 01:03:59.
Edited on 2008-05-21 at 01:05:23 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Intrigue of Crystals
Outskirts of the Hylon Forest
Unmapped Area
Three Hours before Twilight
"If you can tell us where it is you worked, or came from, any lead that will take us closer to the heart of this organization, then it is I who would be eternally grateful, for the closer I am to the heart, the better my chance of ripping it out and watching the body falter and crumble without direction and strength from its core.”
Renshiir bites her lip, stopping the flow of her tears as she replies, "I honestly don't know anything about that. I can only guess that I was underground when I was trained, since there was no sun; everything was vaguely lit by torches that seemed to burn no matter what you did to them. When I was sent here to do my work, the Dark Prosecutor just sent me. I don't even know how he did it, of if it was indeed he who did it. One second I'm in this whirling of light and colour thinking I'm going to die, and the next I pop up in this forest, just outside the city gates of Hylon."
"As for where I worked..." Renshiir murmurs, guilt written all over her face, "I was a spy, and was to gather information on Hylon's government's decisions. I would write what I found out in a very very meticulous report once a week with an incredibly neat format and handwriting. No one ever came to collect it; it would've just disappeared by the next morning, sometimes in the hour I wrote it. If it wasn't in exactly the proper format or I smudged a single letter or they thought I didn't find out enough..." Renshiir shudders.
"Needless to say, I learned how to write calligraphy quite quickly." Renshiir quickly finishes.
“We can travel a bit more towards town, or set up camp here for the evening, but let this evening’s rest free you from your burdens of the past, for on the morrow, your life begins anew.”
Renshiir nods, but then her eye is caught by the glimmer of the crystal javelins. "Where did those come from?" She asks intently, "Can I see?"
(presuming Deunan gives her one to examine)
"Oh wow! I've never seen crystal like this before!" Renshiir says, noting how the crystal refracts the light from Armand's glow and what little sunlight there is to produce an entire spectrum of colours. Furthermore there are little blue sparkles within the crystal itself.
"This is an incredibly dense material, probably very hard." Renshiir muses as she tilts and rotates the javelin-like shape of crystal in her hands, looking at it from all angles, "I don't think there's many people who could work with this if I'm right... and I'm pretty sure I'm right."
Renshiir examines the crystal in her hands intently, seemingly looking for something, with the air of a craftsperson.
Posted on 2008-05-21 at 00:11:27.
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Topic: Star Wars: Patterns of Deception
Subject: Don't ask the padawan that has a headache!
"Why are you here? You haven't come on a diplomatic mission. I'm involved in this now, you might as well tell me."
"Ugh... that's enough of the questions!" Ninkanna whines, finally displaying her innocence as merely a padawan learner.
She raises a slender, pawlike hand to her head, feeling her temples. She really had to meditate, the sooner the better.
"Besides, you heard me." Ninkanna adds, "My Master and I are really just passing through when we were caught up in this. I don't have the permissions to disclose the nature of our mission to anyone, alright? As far as I know it has nothing to do with the negotiations or diplomatics or politics. Yes, my Master may have asked me to essentially watch the back of uhh... what's her name? Anyway, that doesn't mean I can just now talk about our original mission!"
Ninkanna absently grooms her cat ears, a habit she picked up as a little girl that even Master Arkana hasn't been able to get her to break. "Oh, and yeah, you're not involved with my Master's mission; you're involved with the other padawan's mission, and you probably can guess more about that than I can say."
"Ugh... I'm going; this headache isn't going away, and the fumes aren't helping." Ninkanna says, walking out of the alleyway to retrace her steps back to the original bar.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 23:15:51.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Rival Swords Pt 2
Aqinarr's Soldier's Barracks
Training Hall
Six Hours before Twilight
Wind and Wood... two forces that often stood against one aother in nature now stood in a contest now, in two people. Yin had succeeded in striking the first blow, but the fight was far from over.
Willow sways to the left, and Yin follows her movements in expectation. However, it is from Willow's right arm that the strike comes, smooth and powerful, hitting Yin's shield arm fairly hard. Yin twists to counter the right, and leaves himself open for the left, which catches him against the shoulder. Now onto his opponent's moves, Yin catches the next strike on his shield and parries the final with his own strike, which fails to bypass Willow's blade. Yin then brings his blade around, but it is caught in the crossing of Willow's blades and blocked.
Recoiling swiftly, Yin raises his shield again to block the next two blows, and parries one thrust with his own. His thrust is too heavy, and carries him a fraction of an inch too far, which gives Willow the chance on his recovery to do a quick sweep against his leg. Yin winces, but then thrusts strongly, and even though the blade is caught in the crossing of Willow's own, it catches her at the shoulder.
The two warriors return to their starting stances. Willow's breath comes in a long and steady pattern, whereas Yin is showing signs of fatigue; his breath comes in uneven bursts. Willow slashes across Yin's leg again as he raises his shield a fraction of a second too late. Her second blow is expertly blocked by Yin's blade, and he bends the sword to the side. Too far, he left himself open. Willow takes her one blade and catches Yin off guard, slashing across his jugular before he could recoil. Yin gasps at the pain, but easily blocks Willow's final hasty motion. Recovering, Yin's eyes hold a dangerous look as he slams his blade down against Willow's two, the sensation jarring her hands. He pushes further, and somehow the blade slips between Willow's two blades, and he cleaves across her own torso, the blade slipping between the sections of the breastplate to reach the soft body underneath. Willow recoils, her breath coming slightly more ragged, but still steady, as she parries Yin's last strike.
The two warriors recoil from each other, as they return to a good stance. Yin's breath is now swift, unsteady, and his sword is shaking slightly in his grip. Willow, on the other hand is still well off, breathing a bit quicker, but with her two blades still poised in a perfect stance.
(summary, Willow is at 28 nonlethal, Yin looks not-so-good, and doesn't look like he can take a lot more)
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 03:06:04.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Dark Collectors
Outskirts of the Hylon Forest
Unmapped Area
Three Hours before Twilight
"And judging by the capability of their methods to keeping their secrets just that, they are a formidable organiation indeed. While I'm sure you'd rather leave the entirety of those memories far behind you miss, anything you can lend us in the form of information is greatly appreciated."
The crystal javelin in Deunan's hand is rather peculiar, not exactly designed to be used as a weapon, but rather deadly regardless. Deunan isn't an expert in crystalology, but she can tell that this crystal is a high quality material, and quite strong.
Renshiir bites her lip, "I'm afraid in that I can't help as much as I'd like. You see, to them I was just a pawn, and pawns aren't told much. However, there are some things I can tell you."
Renshiir sits in a cross-legged position and continues, "The Dark Collectors is a terrible organization. I am just one of the many people, usually killoren, they breed to do small bits of work. That Mark you removed is put on every one of us. Depending on what we're to do, we're trained to infiltrate, spy, steal, or I don't even know, maybe even assassinate. We have no choice at all; we either do it, or we are made to do it, and if we're incapable, we die. If we even form a sentence in our mind to tell anything, we die. I've seen it happen. The Mark glows blood red, visible through even armour, and it must get very very hot, for it causes the person to burst into flames. They are basically boiled alive, using their own blood, and the flames reduce their bodies to ash, but that's not all that happens. After the body is burnt, the Mark, which is still hovering where they were, turns pitch black, and lines of black form a cage that trap some sort of blue mist inside of them. It grows smaller, to the size of a gemstone, which is pitch black, and then it vanishes. Absolutely nothing remains; the fire is even hot enough to destroy bone."
Renshiir takes a deep breath, and continues, "I don't know what the uppers of that organization do, but there's two main people I've heard that are in charge. One is always called the Dark Prosecutor, and he is an enforcer. From what I heard, he's the one who puts that mark on us, and he makes sure everyone knows and follows the rules. If you don't know, he'll kill you without blinking, not that you can even see him blink; he always wears a pitch black obsidian mask to hide his identity. However, even he bows to the head of the Dark Collectors, and he is only ever referred to in whispers as the Archangel of Annihilation. We never even get to see him, assuming it's a he of course. Everyone else apart from those two is generally one of their slaves. No one in that organization is free to do anything, except for the Archangel of Annihilation, and what he decides is what happens. He holds that organization together with a fist harder than heavily enchanted adamantine. There was even one brief rumour at one point that he actually holds the physical heart of the Dark Prosecutor in his possession, just so he could be sure the Dark Prosecutor could not cross him."
Renshiir takes another deep breath, and sobs. Saying everything quickly helped, but clearly the memories might as well have been eternal hell.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 01:59:03.
Edited on 2008-05-20 at 23:22:02 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Freedom? Can this be true?
Outskirts of the Hylon Forest
Unmapped Area
Three Hours before Twilight
The battle with the spider, in a semi-plane of sorts, broke the flow of time around the party. When the party returns to the forest of Hylon, it is further into the evening.
Renshiir's breathing steadies, and the crystal javelins fall to the side, and Renshiir lets Armand get her into a sitting position.
"There now, breathe easy, you're free."
"I'm... really free?" She asks, the words lighting a hope in her eyes that had been long forgotten, "Thank you!"
Renshiir sighs, feeling the pain in her back, "Ow... what happened? Well, it doesn't matter now... I am so indebted to you." Her voice fades slightly, out of habit, used to being silent. She reaches up, grabs Armand and gives him a huge hug and a kiss to follow.
Sheepishly, she lets go and blushes. "I don't even know if I can explain what you've done for me." She says, "I am-was basically a slave of that organization."
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 01:17:25.
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