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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: ACK
I was waiting on Vesper's charactor...seeing as this would probably be a part of some importance to her/draven.....but he hasnt posted yet! XD.
Posted on 2007-12-01 at 16:38:48.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Ugh
Draven looks up at Geim as the dwarf mentions burning the bodies of the bears, and then starts to head to the tower. Standing now and resheithing his blade behind his back, he growls
"I don't think we should waste any more of our precious time. Are we going to help every commoner, kill every goblin, and go after every wanted fugitive we find on our way?"
He looks at the shield maiden who had been outside the tower on their arrival.
"Leave them for her. Surely she doesn't need our help cleaning out the tower as well as slaying the beasts?"
((Do we have horses??))
Posted on 2007-12-01 at 16:37:36.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Thanks
As he was talking, Thondrek tossed Draven a flask, which he caught, and promptly stopped washing himself long enough to take a long swig.
"Fer washin yer insides, tho ta be sur'in I'm not sayin it'be a wastin washin yer outside either; ye reek of somethin foul and that brews got a wicked punch."
"So if ye look this bad outside, what's the story inside?"
This brought a flash of golden light from Dravens eyes, and one corner of his mouth curled up. Gesturing the flask at the tower, he growls
"You can always see for yourself."
Lifting the flask back to his lips, Draven drank deeply, before setting the flask down and pouring the contents of his waterflask over his head. Flinging his long, raven hair wetly over his shoulders, Draven turned to cleaning the long, onyx blade of Grishnak.
Posted on 2007-11-25 at 15:51:44.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Hold Your Magic
Draven didn't seem to notice Geim, or any others of the group for that matter, until the dwarf touched him. The dwarf tried to life his arm, as to get beneith it and give him support, but Draven gently pulled his arm away and held his hand up.
"I don't need your aid."
Draven made his way to his packs that he had left on the grass before entering the tower, dropping the massive sword and kneeling, he withdrew his water flask, and poured it over his hands, cleaning the blood off.
Geim was preparing to heal him..Without looking up from his work, Draven added.
"Save your magic. Use it on whoever still needs it."
The blood began to wash from his hands, revealing intact pale skin benieth. Lifting the flask, he poured the water over his head, and began wiping the blood from his face and hair. Seemingly the gore that coated Draven was...not his own.
Posted on 2007-11-24 at 11:27:11.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Well
Obviously I'm not posting first. Since I relayed my actions to Al, and he implimented them into the post.
Posted on 2007-11-24 at 03:46:48.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Fight On!
Just letting you know that I am still around and actually being active. Dravens...adventure is being done via pm with Al...and I can tell you things arent so well for me either. You may have a dead Draven on your hands.
So since im not around to swing at the bear, know that im cheering you on!!!
Posted on 2007-10-29 at 19:15:02.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ah
Yes I could do that also. I prefure visual distractions to sound anyways. Infact I was hoping to have Ghost Sound, but I seem to have neglected it.
Posted on 2007-09-23 at 13:50:26.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ok...
So the plan is this...And everyone can put their two sense in, and amend it as they see fit.
Al made it clear that this battle will likely take the lives of some of our players, if played out in a conventional method. None of us want our charactors to die, so the only way to REALLY do something about this disadvantage, is to be clever, and to take some risks. Since it's my idea, I should take the risk. Secondly, of all the characters, Draven's death will be the least mourned. It wont be so traumatizing  .
I don't however, intend to die. The plan is really QUITE simple. I have an Invisibility spell, I have tanglefoot bags, I have Thunderstones, I have the ability to sneak!
The plan is this.
Part 1.
Khords, and I shall enter Ground level. They shall take the lead, and I shall stay back and in the shadows at a distance that is ample enough for me to cast Invisibility without being targeted.
Khords shall proceed cautiously to level 1, and I shall stay behind them. I will reserve Invisibility until I need it.
At level 1, there shall be two things that may happen (Hopefully not more). The khords shall encounter the bear that seems to have been patrolling, or level 1 shall be empty. If it is empty, we shall investigate for any signs of a returning bear.
If there is a bear:
Khords MUST get it's attention swiftly and efficiantly, DO NOT YELL, DO NOT MAKE LOUD NOISE. Get its attention silently. Such a feirce bear should be easy....all it needs to do is see you, make sure it sees you. Dance. Draven needs to hide away from your attention gathering selves. IF there is a bear, Draven shall cast Invisiibility. Khords get its attention by dancing, and then flee. Flee like scared little rabbits. Give the bear utter confidence so that it feels it can handle you on its own. Lure it out. Draven remains for part 2.
If no bear but we hear what may be a bear, Khords shall make faint noise, and i shall hide away from them. Hopefuly a bear approaches, and we shall wait for the bear, and then act as we shall in scenario 1.
If there is No bear, and no sign of a bear. Khords proceed silently and cautiously up the stairs to lvl 2. Hopefully you dont need to actually go into the floor. And with luck, you will get the attention of 1 bear, who will chase you out. If there are two bears, and 1 is asleep, khords shall be sure the wake bear sees them, and shall flee immediately and as quietly as possible. If there are two awake bears, Khords shall flee like the wind.
Part 2.
Draven shall remain visible as long as is safe, because who knows how long hell need to remain invisible. However, as soon as a bear is spotted, he shall go invisible.
If the khords successfully pull 1 bear without attracting a second, then Draven will simply follow, and lock the door after the bear leaves. he will then wait for someone to signal that the bear is dealt with by knocking on the door. In which case, we simply pull out another bear, and so on and so forth. A simple matter.
If TWO bears are pulled.
Draven shall launch a thunderstone behind the second bear. The explosive sound will surely get it's attention. At least...Draven hopes. If it DOES get teh bears attention, the bear wont be able to see Draven, but hopefully it investigates teh horrific sound that just erupted from it's own domain. Hopefully the first will continue to chase the Khords, and IF THE FIRST BEAR HESITATES DUE TO SOUND, KHORDS ATTACK FIRST BEAR...THROW A ROCK AT IT OR SOMETHING SO IT CHASES.
While the second bear is investigating the sound, Draven shall...pick up random items and throw them in the opposite direction that the khords fled. This should draw teh bears attention further away (but also away from Draven, who is invisible and throwing things away from him ).
Once there has been ample space and attention put between teh two bears, Draven will hurry down to the door and lock it.
If Draven fails to get the attention of any second bear that hopefully does not appear, with the first thunderstone, he shall try with his second one. Using thundestones and throwing items does not make Draven Visible.
Ok...this should be ample for now.
Oh, and to add on....if anyone else has an invisibility spell...you could use that and then Draven can save his for if he needs it.
Posted on 2007-09-22 at 15:23:48.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: Well
Draven smirked at the khord as a wolf scoffs at a rabbit.
"I didn't say a thing about sacrificing myself for you. Should two of the beasts come through these doors, there will likely be more dead then them. It's wise to close the door after the first, rather then leave it gaping for whatever else dwells withing to come spilling into the battle at will. I will shut the door after the first beast has gone through."
Posted on 2007-09-19 at 18:04:08.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: The Plan
I have an Invisible spell. The battle will be half as difficult if the group only needs to fight one at a time, so I really think we try and split them. If theres such a good possibility of losing charactors, then by all means, Draven is as qualified...moreso...then the others for that. It's in his charactor. I fully understand the risks, but Draven would do this.
Now as for the plan.
Draven will suggest you make soft noises in the doorway, grab the nearest corpse, drag it out. The queen is sleeping. Shes less likely to wake up and investigate then the other. So perhaps youll be lucky enough to draw only 1 bear. If you draw Two, Draven will be invisible, waiting near the queen. He will....keep her occupied. I've got items to drop on her, or to throw against a wall that should keep her attention. I will be careful not to act in a manner aggressive enough to be concidered an "attack". That way i can retain my invisibility, and close and lock the door behind the first bear.
Posted on 2007-09-19 at 04:00:28.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: For Death!
Throughout the conversation with Lady Quilanday, and the search of the Ivory Tower, Draven had remained silent, near the back of the group. It was clear by the intensity in his gaze, however, that he was very interested in whatever evil was brooding within the white spire that stood before them.
When Thondrek returned and described the massacre that lay within the tower, Draven peered up at the window, as if imagining the battle that certainly lay before them, should the group decide to avenge the wizards…and he knew they would. They had no sense of priority.
Sure enough they did, but in this case, Draven had no quams about fighting. Infact, he hadn’t spoken since their departure from the Syl City so far back, but he did now. With Malius’ idea to lure the beasts out, Draven stepped forward, into the circle.
A genuine smile of excitement graced his pale lips, and his eyes flashed as he looked from Malius to the others.
“The Elf speaks correctly, despite what wisdom he may possess. A battle in open grounds gives us the advantage. Would that there was a way to battle one beast at a time, I would recommend that plan…and infact there may be…..”
As he spoke, he toyed with his gloved right hand, and leaned on the massive black blade he generally bore upon his back. His long, raven hair blew in the breeze, and the calm that was in his voice was unmistakable. It would seem, Draven Ire’Dante was very, very comfortable…in the face of possible death.
“It’s a simple matter really. Despite their inconceivably enhanced physics, and of course the inevitable rage that always seems to accompany bigger and uglier beasts, a bear is still a bear. And what pisses a bear off the most, is the clubbing of its cub…”
Draven smirked with a faint memory.
“However,the second biggest piss off, is the stealing of it’s food. Bears horde food by nature, and clearly this is now their lair. Any intrusion should get their attention, and their fury. Tampering with its food, also known as the rotting corpses of foolish wizards, should piss any bear off enough to send it charging from it’s den.”
Draven paused and squinted up at the window Thondrek had entered the tower through.
“But two of these monsters may mean the end of a few of you, which is why I’m going to stay behind, and keep the second company.”
Draven grinned brilliantly, but it was clear he was not joking. Hefting his blade and swinging it over his shoulder, he stretched and added.
“So what’s happening is, I’m heading on in. You..namely…the dwarves, are going to head on in also. Be yourselves. Loud, clumsy. That sort of thing. Grab a carcass and start pulling it out. I’ll be sure to close the door behind you.”
Posted on 2007-09-18 at 14:27:19.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Currently
Getting caught up....I hope you dont mind that I posted our conversation, Vesper, but it seems Alysia is not going to follow or respond to Draven. If she does, just posted it I guess. Or she can reaproach him later on...And speaking of which, now need to update the actual game!
Posted on 2007-09-13 at 05:04:51.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: A converstaion
He had been standing outside the village, away from the others, as was usual, when Alyssia approached the dark garbed man with eyes that shone like a demons.
"What is it that truly bothers you?"
Draven eyed the woman with a sneer that reminded her of a snarling animal. Clearly this she would need to tread lightly.
"Leave well enough alone, priestess. Be thankful you're not a part of it."
Alyssia glanced up at his eyes, as intriguing as they were, and moved her hand to brush a few strands of stray hair out of his face.
"Why do you refuse to let anyone close? A single trusted soul may do much to ease your pain."
Draven remained motionless, his eyes fixed on hers as she brushed a strand of hair from his hard face. When he spoke, his voice was a growl, but it was softened somewhat, almost remorseful.
"My pain was earned, and I don't need help to bear my own burden. If you seek to heal me, you're a lifetime too late."
Tearing his gaze from hers, he thrust his hand into his coat and withdrew his flask for a swig. He was becoming fairly certain he would need a refill very soon.
"You know," Alyssia spoke to Draven as she eyed the flask in his hand, "that does not rid you of any pain. All it does is hide it beneath a wall of alcohol. And I believe we each come into each others lives at the right moments. Perhaps, you had to suffer your wounds to learn from the mistakes that brought it onto you. And now, it may be the time to let it go.
Draven drank deeply from the flask, before wiping his mouth and replacing it within his long coat. He looked now at Alyssia, and his mouth was curled in a smirk, but his golden eyes flared with the inner light she had seen so many times before.
"You think my burden is the pain of past mistakes?"
His chuckle was dark. Cold, and he held his gloved right hand out towards her. She had wondered before what it hid.
"This is not the pain of a tortured past, Priestess. My past is dead, and where there is no life, there is no pain. This is an indebted burden, and I chose it."
With his free hand he ripped the gauntlet off, revealing his right hand. The mark that tainted the pale skin of the back of his hand was unfamiliar to Alyssia, yet she could feel...undeniably evil. The swirling, black patterns twirled slowly, vaguely, even on his skin, and she felt as if she were looking in a vacuum, and beyond lay only darkness.
"You cannot help me."
Turning from her, he began to walk away.
Posted on 2007-09-13 at 05:02:20.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: Fun Stuff
Draven had enjoyed the slaughter…perhaps a little less then normal, considering his enemies confounding decision to keep his back turned, and focus on Nel..a woman…and not a fighter. Nomatter, the final swing of Grishnahk had sent Groars head across the tavern, and had graced Draven with a spray of black blood.
The battle was over, but for a long moment, Draven stood over the orcs fallen body. His eyes glowed an infernal yellow, from behind the veil of long, black hair, and his own blood continued to spill freely from his side. The pain, he could feel, was becoming much more intense.
Nel barked her orders, and Draven, as usual, ignored them. Turning to a nearby table, and grabbing a tankard from it, he sniffed the contents, wrinkled his nose, and wiped the contents onto a cloth that sat beside the tankard, before wiping the blood from his blade. In the aftermath of the battle, the runes that lined it’s spine glowed a faint, cold, white.
Nel, he could hear, was attempting to bargain with the Innkeeper, and when the man refused, rebukingly, Draven looked up. Surprise etched his face, but there was also a grin. A blow to Nels confidence. She couldn’t seduce every man she came across. Of course, Draven enjoyed watching her put in her place from time to time. However, the barkeep was still a fool. Nels offer would have benefit him well.
Strolling by the others, and behind the bar table, Draven brushed by the shorter, pudgy barkeep, and set Grishnahk heavily on the counter before the man. Keeping his gloved right hand on the hilt, and sneering down at him, Draven grabbed a select bottle of liquor, ripped the cork out with his teeth, and said
“Not all of us are house Deneith. She speaks for herself when she promises not to hurt an ungrateful idiot. Do you think House Daask would leave a fat innkeeper and an elf as witnesses to the murder of a member of house Deneith?”
Taking a swig from the bottle, cringing, and placing one bloody hand firmly and menacingly on the mans shoulder, Draven growled
“Be grateful we were the victors, shut your mouth, and get to scrubbing. When Daask comes in again in a week or two, and kills another of your patrons for reasons unknown, and your cleaning that blood. Remember your decision tonight.”
Looking up and glancing at the elf female, Draven added
“I would think an elf as yourself could find something more fitting to do then scrub orc blood off a tavern beside your bumbling master. Think on it.”
(Yes there is sexual hinting there..or tag along hinting…figure if she doesn’t go for a drunken, happy fool like Discq, then dark and masculine may be her type…along with the choices presented to her.)
Locking eyes again with the barkeep, Draven lifted his sword, swung it over his shoulder, and strolled towards the door, bottle hanging from the other hand, and blood still soaking his black cloak.
****
Draven looked down at the corpse of the gnome for a moment. Looked at the others, looked back down at the gnome, and let a chuckle slip. He couldn’t help it. Stopping himself, he looked back at the others.
“I thought I was the only one who wanted to stick him….that’s all.”
Posted on 2007-09-12 at 21:00:45.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: Raahhh!
Groar the Unkillable was near his end. Sparing a brief glance around the common room, Draven could see that the Orcs companions had all fallen now; the most recent had gone down in a fit of agonized screams. Surely by now the others would be closing in on Groar. Already the warrior had to deal with the disadvantage of Nel before him and Draven behind him. And while Draven ordinarily frowned upon ganging up on a single warrior to achieve victory, the orcs near refusal to turn and face him, who was clearly the bigger threat at the moment, was beginning to tick him off. Even so, to be leapt upon and hacked down by 3 or 4 opponents was in the least...a most unfair way to die.
Seeing the approaching Mongiere, Draven pressed his attack, pulling back his blade and swinging it with brutal force towards Groars thick, chorded neck.
Posted on 2007-09-01 at 14:12:53.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: :)
The blade had sunk through his armor and deep into his flesh. Draven paused his attack, and looked down at the stream of blood that flowed freely from the his ruined armor, and down his side, to cascade into a crimson puddle that splashed and merged with Groar's own on the floor. He stared at the site in quiet fascination for a moment, but his eerie grin never faltered. No, it may well have widened at that moment.
Groar had turned his back to him once more, and was swinging angrily at Nel. The fool. The burning pain of severed muscle and marred bone was, to Draven, exhilarating. It told him he was mortal, and that death truly was not so hard to achieve. He would have reveled in the agony, but now was not the time. More then his own pain, he sensed Groar's, and longed hungrily to inflict more.
Ignoring the pain, Draven hefted Grishnak. Black blood dripped from it's midnight surface, like saliva from the fangs of a lusting predator. Without hesitation, Draven tore into Groar's spine, with brutal intent. To cause anguish and death.
(Still have 1d6 damage bonus for sneak attack and the attack bonus for Flanking Groar)
Posted on 2007-08-24 at 20:23:15.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: So...
I've been in and out of hospitals..and battling stress....Forgive me for not telling you sooner...I'll post.
Posted on 2007-08-24 at 16:59:46.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Anyways
Vesper, since you backposted a conversation, we may need to RP this, via PM or the Chatroom. I can assure you the odds of the conversation being of any length are minimal, but it will likely provide something for ALysia to go on.
Posted on 2007-08-16 at 19:21:52.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: The first victim! ^^
The orc charged the casually approaching Draven with a roar that the warrior could only guess was an attempt to intimidate him. Draven’s toothy, wolfish grin remained. The orc reached him, swinging wildly. His axe cut towards Draven’s stomach but was too slow. This warrior was weak and clumsy. Draven spun to the side of the axe, and brought the cold, dead blade that was Grishnak tearing across the warriors stomach. Armor and skin severed, and blood sprayed the floor and a nearby table.
Draven stood over the orc, wielding his massive black blade to one side. His hair hung over his face and down his chest, and his eyes burned with the intensity of the kill. He could feel the pleasure that writhed within Grishnak. Yet he could also feel it’s longing, reflected by his own. The crash of a chair behind him caused him to turn around.
Nel had only just dodged the swing of a blade that could have killed a warforged. The chair behind her fell into two pieces, and she stood. Taunting him. Yet Draven could tell by her stance, she was settling into a defensive posture. He knew exactly what she was doing. They had done it hundreds of times before, and this was no exception. Especially since with an orc as angry and powerful as Groar, one slip up could easily mean death.
Still standing over his own dying victim, Draven cracked his neck gently before strolling casually around the tables and chairs that littered the tavern. He witnessed Adysine take out a second orc, but Mongiere was still engaged with the final bodygaurd. Making his way around the battle between Nel and Groar, (not stepping into any threat spaces) Draven will establish himself behind the raging orc, and of course, lunge in from behind.
(Establishing flanking from directly behind Groar. Giving Nel and Myself a +2 attack bonus. Also, since Draven is Flanking, this will give him his Sneak Attack bonus of an extra 1d6 of damage added onto the 2d6+7 of Grishnak and the 1d6 Frost Yayyyy for 4d6+7! Oh, lastly, IF Draven rolls to a miss on his first attack, I will use an action point to add a d6 to my roll. But only if the roll is bad (duh) )
Posted on 2007-08-13 at 14:58:29.
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Topic: Dim Lights of Sharn - Eberron
Subject: Fight!
For Draven, the end of their meeting with Inquisitive Landiir d’Tharashk had also been the conclusion of both his own interest and business in the Lone Tower Tavern. Discq was a drunken idiot, which was usual; and Nel certainly seemed fixed on further encouraging entertainment at the bards expense. The others seemed comfortable and content to once again be in one anothers company. It was almost like old times. Only one small detail needed to be amended. Draven found his chance to disappear.
He had better things to do then sit in a pub, listening to pointless stories about irrelevant adventures. He certainly had better things to do then laugh at a belligerent and self-degraded bard…although he did occasionally find humor in tormenting the poor man. He didn’t care to ‘catch up’ with the others. The only person he currently felt motivated to speak with was Nel d’Dennith; and that would be in private.
In the meantime, he had other business to tend to. Growling a pleasant bit of conversation concerning Discq Damari’s questionable circumstances, Draven slid his chair back. The legs protested with a loud screech against the worn, wooden floor. Lifting his blade from it’s resting place against the table, Draven turned towards the door, but stopped. His head was slightly bowed, and his long, black hair draped his pale face like a curtain, but almost casually he tilted his head towards the approaching figure.
So he was an Orc after all. By his gate, and the blade he now carried, unsheathed, it was obvious he was here for one purpose. A fight. Draven had had his suspicions. His golden, cat-like eyes studied the Orc as he spoke. He noted the stains the armor, and the worn grooves in the hilt of the great sword he bore. This man was experienced. His flexing biceps were the size of a Halflings torso, and the blade of the great sword glimmered in the dull tavern lamplight. He held power on his side, and his blade honed by the skill of a master swordsmith in the least. Draven felt his own muscles tense. The steady rhythm of his heart began to increase.
Dravens glare flashed to the corner of the pub. Three more orcs sat, watching and waiting. They would be joining the fray.
"NEL!"
The Orc roared. The tavern went silent. Draven could feel a grin. A genuine grin, spreading across his still down turned face.
"Your days are told, human filth, for I am Groar, the unkillable, and I will have your head in the name of the Daask! Comrades! To arms!"
His last words signals the three orcs in the corner who instantly draw forth their weapons. The barkeep hides behind the counter while the elves and goblins either hide or make their way towards the exit.
"Leave no human alive!"
His own excitement peaked, and Draven felt his eyes flare. The room took a faint, yellow/white tint. His pupils had become pinpoints of light. His comrades, of course, were familiar with his eyes. Not that it didn’t disturb them still. He was…as far as any of his companions could tell, a human…or something close to a human. But why his eyes were so..unnatural..none of them knew. To an opponent, the cold light could be altogether unnerving, even terrifying…To an Orc…particularly a member of house Daask, they would probably go either unnoticed, or simply warily regarded. Not that it mattered. Draven had no use for intimidation. Not now at least. He had other, more interesting talents.
Before the Orc had even finished speaking, Grishnak was unsheathed. It’s tip sticking into the floor, and both Dravens hands resting on it’s hilt. His head was still somewhat bowed, but his burning orbs were locked on Groar. His lips were peeled back, revealing a toothy, wolfish grin.
"Another street rat from Daask comes to claim my head, and another poor bartender finds more blood to clean from their floors. Blades to arms!, but big toothed and ugly is mine if you don't mind. We've a dance to finish it seems."
The voice was Nel’s. Draven nodded softly, as if partaking in a conversation, before adding.
“And I thought you might have been a tax collector. Silly me.”
It wasn’t unlike him to take on this change of mood. Infact it was clear over the years that the times Draven was happiest was when he was fighting…recklessly and without regard, and particularly against great odds. It almost seemed Draven Ire’Dante was a man with a death wish. Yet death only ever seemed to find those he crossed blades with.
His smile became predatory. Almost a snarl. He hefted the massive, Dai-Katana that was Grishnak, and whispered an ancient and unheard word to it. The glossy, onyx surface paled as a coat of frost crept over it, coating the spidery runes that down the length of the blade. Grishnak was a blade as cold as death.
The Orcs began to make their way forward. Mongiere asked for guidance and Adysine responded, before making her way toward the three that accompanied Groar. Draven flashed a glance at the orc leader, as he and Nel prepared for combat. She would need to hold on a bit…
Stepping around the table, Draven strolled towards the battle. His long black coat billowed about his ankles like a swaying shadow, and the cold of Grishnak emanated as a palpable longing. A thirst. Admittedly a Tavern was a strange place for a battle to the death. But then, Draven had been waiting for far too long to let this pass up.
Approaching the nearest of the orcs, Draven could feel the growing rage. The swelling hatred and disgust. The black void that was his soul opened, and unleashed the fury and the rage he always kept so pent up. The burning hunger and the desire to end the life of the orc before him surged through his movement, and flashed in his eyes. Grishnak cut through the air with merciless lust for the warmth of life….
(Will fight the nearest of the three orcs Adysine is not engaged with…before moving into step two of my battle plan  )
Posted on 2007-08-13 at 04:24:41.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Irritating!?!?!
I am hurt and offended Tann! How can a man who never speaks be irritating!? Curse elves and their haughty aloofness!
Anyways, For those of you *cough* Alyssa* who wants more of a chance to roleplay against/with Draven, now is one of those opportunities.
Posted on 2007-08-13 at 00:18:12.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - an Adventure in Audalis
Subject: For Hel's sake
Draven hadn't spoken a word since their departure; as had come to be expected from him. he lingered in the back of the group, occasionally smoking a pipe, or hitting a flask. He didn't seem to be in any particular nasty mood. More thoughtful then anything else.
But as they neared the Elven city, his agitation began to build. he knew full well the relations between the elves and the Dwarves, and while local farmers may not have any quarrel with dwarves, offical Sylvari cities were a different story. He was in no mood for another foolish side-adventure.
They neared the gates, and he realized they were heading into the city. The dark warrior was about to ask "why?", when they were stopped by a guard, and a heated argument broke out concerning the groups pets.
At last, Alyssa spoke, interfering briefly with what was quickly becoming more of a pissing contest then any form of actual debate over how to handle the pets. The guard treated her differently then the dwarves. Draven wasn't certain if it was because she was human, or because of her status. It didn't matter. He had stood in the back, listening silently for long enough.
Pushing his way to the front, Draven eyed both the guard and the arguing dwarf almost menacingly. His golden eyes flared and he sneered before spitting the words
"Why are you arguing city laws? Do you really think you'll be allowed in by arguing with a simple gatesman?"
Draven really did spit now. On the street.
"Stop wasting time. Do we need to enter this city or not? Your druids for Hel's sake. Stay out here, or leave them here. They can take care of themselves. Or we can simply pass this blasted city. Don't act as if you didn't help fend off a badger vicious enough to nearly tear our own elf's throat out. And don't pretend you know how that badger became that way."
Draven smirked now, and he said coolly.
"Infact the monster may very well have been infected with a contagious ailment. Only time will tell."
He glanced at Loda's dog and grinned wolfishly.
"Either way. I have no reason to enter this city."
Turning from the group, Draven started down the road, away from the gate.
(He will linger around the outskirts of the city if they decide to go in. If anyone accompanies him, he will accept their company, if somewhat coolly (but hey, thats Draven). Otherwise he will spend his time watching the comings and goings, and sizing up people.)
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 19:12:08.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Ok
I will post tomorrow morning. If you post before hten...then im sorry, but like i said, Draven prefures to keep moving.
Posted on 2007-08-10 at 17:24:50.
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Topic: The Chakran Portal - Q/A
Subject: Reh
Like I said, I think we should pass through. We had an opportunity to get stuff before we left, and have since not had much opportunity to use our resources.
Then again..whats our ration situation Al?
Posted on 2007-08-08 at 14:22:37.
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Topic: **Noldaria*Final War**
Subject: A Hostage Situation
September 7th/Sunday Evening
Central Ralnaria/Siris River
El Jalnine/ The Riversnakes Den
”From deep within our vaulted hearts,
our wills and thoughts resound,
a selfish act upon our kin,
our souls demons shall hound.
Stay our hands from drinking deep,
our fingers clothed in steel,
lest we spiral unto hell,
in servitude shall we kneel.”
As a single unit, it seemed, the entire tavern turned towards the man who strolled from the shadows of the back corner. There was more that carried the poem he spoke then simple words. There was a force that hung over his soft, musical voice, and a strength that few men could wield with voice alone. The poet was Damien LeBlaque, and his presence would perhaps be as surprising to Marie as it was to the Knight that stood in the doorway, or to any of the patrons who stood crowded the Riversnake’s Den. Though he still looked the same as usual. Pale skin, black garbs, long hair hanging over his face; there was something particularly different about him; Marie noticed. His usually dim, distant eyes were clear…focused. Damien LeBlaque strolled into this conflict of his own free will, and with purpose.
Of all those who bore witness to the appearance of the bard, or the poem he weaved, it seemed that the accused killer, was effected the most. While the poem may have been beautiful on the ears to any others, this mans dark eyes seemed to cloud. His sharp features softened, and his lip seemed to quiver. He looked at Damien, as a man beholding a long lost brother returned from the dead.
“Y-You’re right.”
His grip relaxed and the hand that held the blade withdrew a bit.
“What am I doing? What have I become?!”
In his revelation, he had all but forgotten about his hostage. Suddenly she broke free and fled towards the knight, where she cowered behind him, sobbing into her hands collapsing to her knees.
The man however, still eyed Alrek darkly. His blade remained in his hand, but he made no movement.
Posted on 2007-08-07 at 20:16:45.
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