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Bright_Ops said
I'm sure Silver can get her hooves on a cake later. But no cake for Dawn until he finishes his post like a good boy.
Happy Birthday.
josephb said
Grim just to let you know, on you're last post saying that you just saw Rinn on his own, my post before it says I met up with him. So would you be able to change it a little bit saying I'm there or something like that.
Oh my bad ill fix that.
The second Korina stepped out into the street she was assaulted by the smell of burning flesh. People ran frantically down the street to away from the deadra. Green wisps of magic formed around her free hand as she cast a spell. She felt her skin take on a familiar tingling sensation. Korina turned just in time to see another dremora rushing her. She took a deep breath and whirled in place. Her leg connected with the demon’s gut sending it onto its back with a garbled grunt. Not wasting any time she slammed her palm into its face. Korina felt bones give way under her palm and electricity pulsed from her palm, frying the dremora where he lay. It let loose a scream before finally falling still. Korina rolled just as a firebolt from a scamp came at her. She felt the heat radiating off the flaming orb as it singed a few stray hairs on her head. Korina jumped back up as she finished her roll and sent her dagger flying at the scamp. The knife imbedded itself in its shoulder, causing to cry out in pain.
She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a pair of throwing stars. With a flick of her wrist they went flying at the red skinned little devil. One missed but the other made contact with its throat. Moving low and quickly she rushed forward and pulled her dagger and throwing star from the corpse. She looked up to see a town guard plunge his blade into a dremora’s throat. He and a Dunmer with worn armor appeared to be the only other warriors she saw in the street, while everyone else ran like cowards. Another dremora was rushing them with their backs turned, intent on a treacherous kill. Don’t these beasts have any semblance of honor, Korina scowled and rushed forward. The dremora raised its blade and swung down with a snarl. She blocked the blade with her forearm. It tore through her robe sleeve but the ironflesh spell held fast. She only felt a tiny amount of blood leak down her arm. Shock flashed across the demon’s hellish features.
“Sithis take you demon,” Korina whispered as she grabbed the dremora’s wrist and snapped it back. Its blade went spinning, sparks flying as it slid across the cobblestone. It snarled in pain but was quickly cut off as his throat with sliced open by a flash of steel.
Korina sheathed her small blade and took on a fighting stance,“ Gaurdsmen, mercenary it would be wise for us to work together if we wish to survive.”
She was no coward. Any other of her brethren would look for a way to escape but Koirna felt it right to aid this town; that something bigger than her own life was happening here. What bothered her most was the name Dagon. She had only heard that name once before and it was when she had killed a traitor priest from the Order of Moths. He had sworn Dagon would come with his dying breath. Korina didn’t know what he had meant by that but she had a feeling that hearing that name a second time was no coincidence.
“Remember above all else trust your gut for it is often wiser than your head,” her master’s voice rang in her mind. She smiled at his memory,’ Yes….father.’
She reached into her belt pouch and pulled out a pair of throwing stars. With a flick of her wrist they went flying at the red skinned little devil. One missed but the other made contact with its throat. Moving low and quickly she rushed forward and pulled her dagger and throwing star from the corpse. She looked up to see a town guard plunge his blade into a dremora’s throat. He and a Dunmer with worn armor appeared to be the only other warriors she saw in the street, while everyone else ran like cowards. Another dremora was rushing them with their backs turned, intent on a treacherous kill. Don’t these beasts have any semblance of honor, Korina scowled and rushed forward. The dremora raised its blade and swung down with a snarl. She blocked the blade with her forearm. It tore through her robe sleeve but the ironflesh spell held fast. She only felt a tiny amount of blood leak down her arm. Shock flashed across the demon’s hellish features.
“Sithis take you demon,” Korina whispered as she grabbed the dremora’s wrist and snapped it back. Its blade went spinning, sparks flying as it slid across the cobblestone. It snarled in pain but was quickly cut off as his throat with sliced open by a flash of steel.
Korina sheathed her small blade and took on a fighting stance,“ Gaurdsmen, mercenary it would be wise for us to work together if we wish to survive.”
She was no coward. Any other of her brethren would look for a way to escape but Koirna felt it right to aid this town; that something bigger than her own life was happening here. What bothered her most was the name Dagon. She had only heard that name once before and it was when she had killed a traitor priest from the Order of Moths. He had sworn Dagon would come with his dying breath. Korina didn’t know what he had meant by that but she had a feeling that hearing that name a second time was no coincidence.
“Remember above all else trust your gut for it is often wiser than your head,” her master’s voice rang in her mind. She smiled at his memory,’ Yes….father.’
Korina scanned the streets form her vantage point on top of one of the many stone buildings that lined Kvatch’s Market District. Her pale blue eyes sought any movement on the worn cobblestone below. A shiver ran down the Altmer’s back as she regarded the almost eerie stillness on the night. She failed to spot even so much as a rat. Korina’s gaze rose to the moon which hung heavy and full over the city. She offered a silent prayer to the Void Father and instantly felt a dark calm wash over her. It was time.
With a running leap over the edge of the rooftop she grasped the railing on a balcony across the way. Silently she hauled herself up and pressed her body against the cool stone of the house. After a moment Korina crouched low and pulled a small key from her satchel. She slid the key into the balcony door’s lock with ease. She truned the key and was rewarded with the sound of tumblers giving way. A smirk played at the edge of her thin pink lips, sometimes it paid to keep an eye on Thieves Guild members or in this case a hand on their throat. Silently she opened the door, slipped in and carefully claosed the door behind her. She felt a familiar thrill as the hunt began.
She had been sent to end the life of a one Gaston Renderrine, a silk and fur trader that made his home in the peaceful city of Kvatch. It was a routine job. Find the target, slip into their house, and slit their throat. This particular target had made some unsavory gain in the selling of slaves, an illegal practice in Cyrodiil, so Korina felt little pity for this mark. She pulled a small steel throwing dagger from the pouch on her belt and started into the hallway. There was a single room on the right and the door was ajar. She pushed the door open gently and peered inside. A study nothing more. She continued on until she came to a set of stairs. Below she could hear hushed voices. She stopped and listened, she was able to make out a few words.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes sir,” a cackle,” Soon they will know the wrath of Lord Dagon.”
Dagon? Korina heard someone starting up the stairs. She looked up at the wooden beams that lined the ceiling. She jumped up and grabbed hold just as a boy, not even of age yet, came up the stairs and went into the study. Korina lowered herself and quickly went down the stairs as quietly as possible. Kroina ducked under a table just as she saw two men come into view. One was short, pudgy and had a blonde beard. He was dressed as a nob;e would in burgundy dress clothes. The other man was taller and had the build of that of a hunter. She recognized the taller man as her mark, Gaston.
Korina’s grip tightened on her dagger’s handle. She slowly rose up from her hiding place, ready to flick her blade into Gaston’s temple. Suddenly screams could be heard from outside. Both men tuned away and looked to the window, each wearing a manic grin.
“It begins!” The short fat man cackled.
Korina wasted no time as she flicked her blade at Gaston. It buried itself in the back of his head and he fell to the ground.
“What in th-“the shorter man whirled around in time to see Korina unleash a bolt of lightning at him. His body convulsed and he fell to a knee. Korina was about to rush him when the door burst into splinters and demonic being wearing pitch black armor. Its skin was a blistering crimson and its eyes a soulless black. A dramora! Korina’s eyes widened in disbelief. She ducked to the right just as it swung a knurled white claymore at her. Korina looked up just in time to see the boy from earlier rush down stairs.
“Father what-“he never stood a chance. The Dremora plunged its blade into the boy’s chest. Blood bubbled up from his mouth and from around the blade as the boy looked at the demon in disbelief. With a snarl it wrenched blade out and wasted no time in beheading the poor boy. Blood spouted from the stump that was his neck.
“I beseech you demon kill that filthy-“The short man snarled, pointing a pudgy finger at Korina. The dremora slid his claymore into the man’s belly.
“All will die,” it hissed, its voice was deep and resonated with dark power. It pulled its blade out and the man crumpled to the ground to bleed out onto the rug. Korina pulled a blade from her pouch and readied herself. She had faced the horrors before and this thing was just as killable as any man. In a blur of movement she flicked the blade out and it imbedded itself into the dremora’s forehead. It took a single step back before looking at Korina in an almost amused way.
“Die mortal.”
Void take you,” she whispered before unleashing a torrent of sparks at the dremora. The mana-fueled electricity went straight to the steel dagger in its forehead. It dropped its blade as its brain was fried from the electricity. Korina stopped her spell and the dremora fell backwards, dead. The dagger its forehead glowed red with heat. Koirna slumped to the floor already feeling fatigue from the amount of mana she had used. After a moment she stood up and went over to Gaston’s body. She pulled her dagger form his body and the signet ring from his hand, proof of her killing him. The contract came before anything else. She walked over to the boy’s body. His face was transfixed in an eternal look of fear. She closed his eyes,” Nightmother watch over this young soul as it journeys to the Void.”
Koirna stood up and walked out of the front door a dagger ready in her hand and a spell prepared in the back of her mind. Whatever was to come she would survive as she always had.
With a running leap over the edge of the rooftop she grasped the railing on a balcony across the way. Silently she hauled herself up and pressed her body against the cool stone of the house. After a moment Korina crouched low and pulled a small key from her satchel. She slid the key into the balcony door’s lock with ease. She truned the key and was rewarded with the sound of tumblers giving way. A smirk played at the edge of her thin pink lips, sometimes it paid to keep an eye on Thieves Guild members or in this case a hand on their throat. Silently she opened the door, slipped in and carefully claosed the door behind her. She felt a familiar thrill as the hunt began.
She had been sent to end the life of a one Gaston Renderrine, a silk and fur trader that made his home in the peaceful city of Kvatch. It was a routine job. Find the target, slip into their house, and slit their throat. This particular target had made some unsavory gain in the selling of slaves, an illegal practice in Cyrodiil, so Korina felt little pity for this mark. She pulled a small steel throwing dagger from the pouch on her belt and started into the hallway. There was a single room on the right and the door was ajar. She pushed the door open gently and peered inside. A study nothing more. She continued on until she came to a set of stairs. Below she could hear hushed voices. She stopped and listened, she was able to make out a few words.
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes sir,” a cackle,” Soon they will know the wrath of Lord Dagon.”
Dagon? Korina heard someone starting up the stairs. She looked up at the wooden beams that lined the ceiling. She jumped up and grabbed hold just as a boy, not even of age yet, came up the stairs and went into the study. Korina lowered herself and quickly went down the stairs as quietly as possible. Kroina ducked under a table just as she saw two men come into view. One was short, pudgy and had a blonde beard. He was dressed as a nob;e would in burgundy dress clothes. The other man was taller and had the build of that of a hunter. She recognized the taller man as her mark, Gaston.
Korina’s grip tightened on her dagger’s handle. She slowly rose up from her hiding place, ready to flick her blade into Gaston’s temple. Suddenly screams could be heard from outside. Both men tuned away and looked to the window, each wearing a manic grin.
“It begins!” The short fat man cackled.
Korina wasted no time as she flicked her blade at Gaston. It buried itself in the back of his head and he fell to the ground.
“What in th-“the shorter man whirled around in time to see Korina unleash a bolt of lightning at him. His body convulsed and he fell to a knee. Korina was about to rush him when the door burst into splinters and demonic being wearing pitch black armor. Its skin was a blistering crimson and its eyes a soulless black. A dramora! Korina’s eyes widened in disbelief. She ducked to the right just as it swung a knurled white claymore at her. Korina looked up just in time to see the boy from earlier rush down stairs.
“Father what-“he never stood a chance. The Dremora plunged its blade into the boy’s chest. Blood bubbled up from his mouth and from around the blade as the boy looked at the demon in disbelief. With a snarl it wrenched blade out and wasted no time in beheading the poor boy. Blood spouted from the stump that was his neck.
“I beseech you demon kill that filthy-“The short man snarled, pointing a pudgy finger at Korina. The dremora slid his claymore into the man’s belly.
“All will die,” it hissed, its voice was deep and resonated with dark power. It pulled its blade out and the man crumpled to the ground to bleed out onto the rug. Korina pulled a blade from her pouch and readied herself. She had faced the horrors before and this thing was just as killable as any man. In a blur of movement she flicked the blade out and it imbedded itself into the dremora’s forehead. It took a single step back before looking at Korina in an almost amused way.
“Die mortal.”
Void take you,” she whispered before unleashing a torrent of sparks at the dremora. The mana-fueled electricity went straight to the steel dagger in its forehead. It dropped its blade as its brain was fried from the electricity. Korina stopped her spell and the dremora fell backwards, dead. The dagger its forehead glowed red with heat. Koirna slumped to the floor already feeling fatigue from the amount of mana she had used. After a moment she stood up and went over to Gaston’s body. She pulled her dagger form his body and the signet ring from his hand, proof of her killing him. The contract came before anything else. She walked over to the boy’s body. His face was transfixed in an eternal look of fear. She closed his eyes,” Nightmother watch over this young soul as it journeys to the Void.”
Koirna stood up and walked out of the front door a dagger ready in her hand and a spell prepared in the back of her mind. Whatever was to come she would survive as she always had.
EldritchOne said
I return from the gulfs of space, ready to begin work on the next chapter of my tale.
He lives!!!
Rultaos said
Well, you've written quite a good post for someone who's new to it (just a few typos here and there, but nothing else I can see wrong). So I'd say you're pretty good XD. Just gotta learn how to make use of this site's functions.
Thanks while I'm not computer savvy I know my way around a good story.
Oh ok I'll try to fix that asap. Thank you still new to the whole online rp thing.
“Aaaand done!” Alexander exclaimed as he set down the large box was carrying. He and his family had just finished moving the last of their stuff into their new apartment. It was spacious with a large den connected to a dining room. The kitchen had white marble counters, brand new stainless steel appliances, and a spacious island in the middle of it.
“Umm son a little help,” a voice said from behind two massive cardboard boxes.
“Sure thing Dad,” Alex rushed over and grabbed a box revealing his father. Damien Masters was a short balding man in his early forties. His hair was the same fiery red as his son’s.
“Whew,” his father wiped a hand over his sweaty brow,” Thanks. How are you not sweating?”
Alex shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips,” Maybe I got lucky and didn’t inherit your sweat glands.”
Damien rolled his and ruffled Alex’s smoothed back hair, much to the teenager’s dismay,” Yeah well thankfully you got my rugged good looks.” He looked out the large window that dominated most of the living room’s wall,” Man it’s really coming down, didn’t know Japan was so wet.”
“That’s what it’s like in autumn here dear,” a melodious voice sounded from the kitchen. A moment later a tall woman with short dark brown hair stepped out from the kitchen doorway. Her blue eyes flicked between her husband and son with an amused glint in them,” Reminds me of Shieffield to be honest.”
“Only less goats,” Damien laughed.
Alex rolled his eyes at that. Shiefflied had been a nice place but was surrounded by goat farms. Heaven forbid you commuted by car, there was rarely a day the roads weren’t filled with goats. Alex wandered into his new room jsu as his dad opened one of the boxes and began rummaging through it” Patricia dear have you seen my note book?”
“It was in the-“
Alex closed his door and slumped in the chair by his desk. The movers had come in yesterday and moved their furniture and most of their belongings in. what boxes they had just unloaded were last minute knickknacks and the like. His room was large with a queen size bed against the far wall. A pair of book cases holding all manner of romance, mystery, and true crime novels. There was a flat screen tv mounted on the wall. Alex’s desk held his laptop and a thin black case that held his old hunting crossbow. He took a look at the clock above his desk read 8:38.
He stretched and stifled a yawn. Tomorrow would be the first day at his new school. I wonder if Japanese schools are any different from European schools. Welp I’ll find out tomorrow. With that he stood up and trudged over to his bed. He was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
Alex gave himself another once over in the mirror. Looking good. He smirked and ran a hand through his auburn hair, smoothing it down. He grabbed his silver pocket watch and bag and started to the door. His mother was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Alex grabbed a bagel and started smothering it with butter.
“Morning dear,” his mother said cheerfully,’ How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead,” Alex bit into his bagel,” Gotta get to school early. See ya Mom love you.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and jetted to the door.
“Hey don’t you want a proper breakfast!?” She called after him.
“Gotta get there early for the ceremony!” Alex slipped his shoes on and rushed out the fornt door.
His mother shook her head and chuckled softly,” Like father like son.”
Alex was able to easily find the train to Satoru High School. He jumped onto the latest train and took a seat. He saw a pair of girls looking his way. They each had book bags meaning they were stu8dents. Alex flashed them a smile garnering a blush from one and a giggle from the other.
“You two going to Satoru High as well I gather,” Alex said.
“Yes,” One of the girls said,” I’m Aiko and this is Emiko.” She gestured to the still blushing girl. They both sported soft brown hair. Aiko was slightly taller and kept her hair in a ponytail while Emiko let her hair stay unrestricted. They’re both rather cute too.
“Alexander Masters,” he stood up and gave a flamboyant bow,” A pleasure to make the acquaintance of two lovely young ladies such as yourselves.”
Emiko giggled,” So are you American?”
“Well I was born there but my family isn’t really into staying in one place for too long,” Alex chuckled,” But I’ve a feeling we’ll be here for a while.”
“Well then let me be the first to welcome you too Japan Mr. Masters.”
“You are too kind,” Alex lightly grasped her hand and gave it a chaste kiss,” And please call me Alex.”
She blushed slightly before chuckling,” Trying to charm me right out of the box hmm?”
“Is it working?”
Before she could reply the signs above the door lit up.
“Entering Satoru Distract. Two minutes to disembarking platform.”
“Would you ladies be averse to my tagging along with you for a bit,” Alex scratched the back of his head," I confess I’m not at all familiar with where the school is.”
Emiko looked to her friend who simply nodded,” Alright.”
The three walked to the school at an easy pace. Alex had been able to get a few words out of the shyer girl. He found out they had been friends since middle school and were first years. As for Emiko she was rather chatty, asking him about places he had been and other such questions. When they reached the school gates they had to go their separate ways.
“Good luck on your first day!” Emiko shouted as Aiko led her away. Alex watched them go with a smirk.
I have a feeling this will be an eventful year. Alex turned on his heel and started toward the Gymnasium. Once there he spotted several other students just standing around, each more than likely waiting for the ceremony to start. He pulled a small book form his bag. It read ‘Autumn’s Grasp’ on the cover. May as well get some reading in while I’m waiting.
“Umm son a little help,” a voice said from behind two massive cardboard boxes.
“Sure thing Dad,” Alex rushed over and grabbed a box revealing his father. Damien Masters was a short balding man in his early forties. His hair was the same fiery red as his son’s.
“Whew,” his father wiped a hand over his sweaty brow,” Thanks. How are you not sweating?”
Alex shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips,” Maybe I got lucky and didn’t inherit your sweat glands.”
Damien rolled his and ruffled Alex’s smoothed back hair, much to the teenager’s dismay,” Yeah well thankfully you got my rugged good looks.” He looked out the large window that dominated most of the living room’s wall,” Man it’s really coming down, didn’t know Japan was so wet.”
“That’s what it’s like in autumn here dear,” a melodious voice sounded from the kitchen. A moment later a tall woman with short dark brown hair stepped out from the kitchen doorway. Her blue eyes flicked between her husband and son with an amused glint in them,” Reminds me of Shieffield to be honest.”
“Only less goats,” Damien laughed.
Alex rolled his eyes at that. Shiefflied had been a nice place but was surrounded by goat farms. Heaven forbid you commuted by car, there was rarely a day the roads weren’t filled with goats. Alex wandered into his new room jsu as his dad opened one of the boxes and began rummaging through it” Patricia dear have you seen my note book?”
“It was in the-“
Alex closed his door and slumped in the chair by his desk. The movers had come in yesterday and moved their furniture and most of their belongings in. what boxes they had just unloaded were last minute knickknacks and the like. His room was large with a queen size bed against the far wall. A pair of book cases holding all manner of romance, mystery, and true crime novels. There was a flat screen tv mounted on the wall. Alex’s desk held his laptop and a thin black case that held his old hunting crossbow. He took a look at the clock above his desk read 8:38.
He stretched and stifled a yawn. Tomorrow would be the first day at his new school. I wonder if Japanese schools are any different from European schools. Welp I’ll find out tomorrow. With that he stood up and trudged over to his bed. He was asleep the second his head hit the pillow.
Alex gave himself another once over in the mirror. Looking good. He smirked and ran a hand through his auburn hair, smoothing it down. He grabbed his silver pocket watch and bag and started to the door. His mother was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. Alex grabbed a bagel and started smothering it with butter.
“Morning dear,” his mother said cheerfully,’ How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead,” Alex bit into his bagel,” Gotta get to school early. See ya Mom love you.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and jetted to the door.
“Hey don’t you want a proper breakfast!?” She called after him.
“Gotta get there early for the ceremony!” Alex slipped his shoes on and rushed out the fornt door.
His mother shook her head and chuckled softly,” Like father like son.”
Alex was able to easily find the train to Satoru High School. He jumped onto the latest train and took a seat. He saw a pair of girls looking his way. They each had book bags meaning they were stu8dents. Alex flashed them a smile garnering a blush from one and a giggle from the other.
“You two going to Satoru High as well I gather,” Alex said.
“Yes,” One of the girls said,” I’m Aiko and this is Emiko.” She gestured to the still blushing girl. They both sported soft brown hair. Aiko was slightly taller and kept her hair in a ponytail while Emiko let her hair stay unrestricted. They’re both rather cute too.
“Alexander Masters,” he stood up and gave a flamboyant bow,” A pleasure to make the acquaintance of two lovely young ladies such as yourselves.”
Emiko giggled,” So are you American?”
“Well I was born there but my family isn’t really into staying in one place for too long,” Alex chuckled,” But I’ve a feeling we’ll be here for a while.”
“Well then let me be the first to welcome you too Japan Mr. Masters.”
“You are too kind,” Alex lightly grasped her hand and gave it a chaste kiss,” And please call me Alex.”
She blushed slightly before chuckling,” Trying to charm me right out of the box hmm?”
“Is it working?”
Before she could reply the signs above the door lit up.
“Entering Satoru Distract. Two minutes to disembarking platform.”
“Would you ladies be averse to my tagging along with you for a bit,” Alex scratched the back of his head," I confess I’m not at all familiar with where the school is.”
Emiko looked to her friend who simply nodded,” Alright.”
The three walked to the school at an easy pace. Alex had been able to get a few words out of the shyer girl. He found out they had been friends since middle school and were first years. As for Emiko she was rather chatty, asking him about places he had been and other such questions. When they reached the school gates they had to go their separate ways.
“Good luck on your first day!” Emiko shouted as Aiko led her away. Alex watched them go with a smirk.
I have a feeling this will be an eventful year. Alex turned on his heel and started toward the Gymnasium. Once there he spotted several other students just standing around, each more than likely waiting for the ceremony to start. He pulled a small book form his bag. It read ‘Autumn’s Grasp’ on the cover. May as well get some reading in while I’m waiting.
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