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Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

@Dynamo Frokane

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Talking/Texting @Gardevoiran & @Xandrya

Mantis questioned Farce, "10,000 a vial? What's in the via-" he was cut off by the debate for said vials and gradually began to understand what was going on. The vials were very valuable if the villains of Denver were willing to pay 10,000 for each. Even then it was cheap. If they could get a hold of no.2.. Ah, but that wouldn't happen, as the man dealing awarded it to the Rockers gang. Mantis had looked into some of their dealings, but they were considered a joke by both law enforcement and villains. Did something happen?

Then he realized, Mantis hadn't felt anything on the way here from anybody. Even now, where his powers would be most potent, nothing. He mentally tried to send a thought to Farce but was unable to. Something was blocking his powers. He began typing something up on his phone and sent it to Farce and Healer, "What's going on with the powers?"

Afterward, he leaned forward at their table and waited. There wasn't much to do until Broker began handing out vials. Farce had asked him to take over as the team leader. Mantis intended to make the most of a undesirable situation. Even without his powers he was very good at reading people. Perhaps exchanging a few words with this Broker would give him some insight into his character and motivations. It wasn't every day you would hear about a villain willingly giving up power to work together for a common goal.

Mantis walked forward, his boots thudding against the ground. When he reached this Broker he calmly spoke, "Mantis from Lethal Force." He extended a gloved hand and retrieved their vial. His balaclava concealed his identity as he continued, "What do you get out of handing these over? It is awfully generous for a man of your, reputation." He spoke without disdain, but with genuine curiosity. He was practiced in interrogation and many didn't even realize what he was doing before they had already spilled the information Mantis wanted.

As the Broker replied to his inquiries, his thoughts then wandered to who, if anyone, they would work together with here. It's not like they had a good reputation for working together with villains. They did have a good one for taking down members of The Community however.. They could use that to their advantage. Mantis leaned in closer and asked in a quiet voice, "Who would you recommend we work with in a group like this? We don't exactly have a stellar reputation. But we are good at what we do. Bringing The Community down."

After the Broker's reply, Mantis would get the number designated for communications. He nodded and sat back down next to his teammates. He looked at Healer's hand stating, "What happened there?" There was a hint of concern in his voice. Afterward, he typed up another message to his allies, "I have some valuable information regarding the whereabouts of one of Patriarch's lieutenants."

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

If so, have him attack Cicero and we could do a combat scene for fun.

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

@Dynamo Frokane Are we still going? Because id be happy to continue writing the story.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Jeff just gave us the go ahead to continue. He's busy with his vehicle. He said to post as if Marque explained his feelings to the others. Keep in mind, this is not a normal thing for people to have knowledge of.

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Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero watched as the red-eyed man made his way in the arena. He scowled in displeasure upon realizing he was a demon-folk. One of the fiends he spent years combating in Roh. Cicero never met one he liked and he was positive this one would be no different. They were a thorn in the side of most other races as far as he was concerned. Roh was the prime example of this. They would raid and pillage the inhabitants far too often. With such a large number of them it was hard to keep them at bay. Cicero sent his fair share of them to the pits of Hell. He suffered many wounds and loss of allies. His scars were a testament to that. They were a plague upon the lands.

Standing up, Cicero crossed his arms and stared at the man. He looked tough. He wasn't just any bandit. The real question remained, "Why would He send for a bottle of wine for me and challenge me to the arena..Or am I mistaken?" He didn't have to wonder long, for a man dressed in black made his appearance. In his hand was a twisted wooden staff. He made his speech and vanished as quickly as he had come. It was apparent he had magical abilities.

What was this man's game anyway? What was he planning? Was he working with this demon-folk? It was hard to know for certain. To Cicero it could be a huge trap or a big opportunity. He wished the man offered more of an explanation of WHAT WAS GOING ON, but Cicero was not able to speak fast enough before he vanished.

Cicero shrugged and headed for the skirmirshers gauntlet to sign up. He would not usually trust a stranger upon first meeting them. Especially a dark robed, magic using one. Boredom drove him through the red flags in his mind. However, this still had not gone the way he had imagined. Cicero thought he would engage in a quick duel, defeat his opponent and head home before supper. It was turning out more complicated. He glanced back at the red-eyed wonder and asked, "Are you working for that dark figure?"

Kings & Killers: A Classic Fantasy Adventure (Chapter: 0) (COMPLETED)

I will try and post tomorrow. My wife is due for our baby and have been getting things ready.

Reign: Kingdom Come

Reign: Kingdom Come

Chapter 3 - Strange Tidings

The calm and stillness prevailed over the second half of the night. The three companions sat nearby the dying embers and waited until sunrise. Marque stared off into the dark. His thoughts drifting from the Hermit to the part he played in his abduction.

Bastian offered comforting words to Marque but they fell on deaf ears. Bastian tended to Martydom's injuries. He cleaned and dressed them as best as he could with the supplies he had. Afterward, he placed his hands on them for about a minute. Who was to say his gift couldn't work on animals as well?

Lorenzo petted his hound and supported him throughout the rest of the night. How could he sleep at a time like this? His friend was hurt and needed his master by his side.

Col slept like the log his companions sat on. Already having taken the first watch and doing the brunt of the fighting, he was exhausted. Even still, his dreams were filled with dark figures and shadows. He tossed and turned in the Wood. Merlin tried his best to sleep near his master's side. The events had shaken him greatly. Distant howls bellowed in the dark.

The night passed by and gave way to the morning. The sun broke through the trees lighting the path before them. Something called to each one of them. It drew them further. They felt like turning back would deprive them each of what they sought. Whether that be a man, a dream, or purpose. They had to follow the path ahead. Despite the danger.

The group ate and drank some of their provisions. Then they packed their belongings and headed deeper into the Glittering Wood. Lorenzo rode atop Merlin with Col steering the reigns. Martyrdom walked alongside. Bastian and Marque followed behind. There was a somber feeling in the air since the night before. The Hermit, who once sang songs of joy had been dragged into the night. His fate looked grim.

This hung on the party's shoulders. Even still they moved on. Lorenzo tracked the movements of the group before them without much trouble. There were dozens of footprints, hoofprints and dog tracks to follow. They travelled for a few hours eventually reaching a trickling stream.

Stream

The stream promised fresh water for their weary souls. None of them slept much last night and the sleep Col did get was wrought with terrible nightmares. As man and beast drank from the stream they felt a little stronger. A little more energy flowing through them. Martyrdom seemed to recover much of his pep as he indulged himself. He barked happily. Then everyone filled their waterskins by the stream.

As they prepared to leave, something caught Marque's eye. On one of the rocks was a fairly small symbol he was very familiar with.

Symbol

He immediately recognized it as the key Gardevoir wore around his neck. To Marque's knowledge, he never took it off and was hyper vigilant about who he allowed to see it. Gardevoir had explained to him at one point that his key is what inspired him to open his theater. Gardevoir wanted to unlock the emotion of Milborne. Marque always thought he was being figurative.

Seeing it now snapped him out of his stupor. His mind was sharp and alert once more. Upon closer inspection, the symbol did not look like a new image. It seemed old. Hundreds of years old.

Then Marque felt a great stirring in his soul. A whirlwind of emotion hit him suddenly. Pain, wrath, terror and hopelessness. His knees buckled under the fear. He perceived that nearby behind a blanket of trees was where the emotions originated from. He didn't know how he knew this, but he knew that he knew.

The tracks perceived to move in that very direction.

Marque de Bourdeaux

1. Continue forward unchanged pushing into the fear.

2. Inform the others what you sense.

3. Something else.

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Understood.

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Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero stared at the letter for a few moments. Then he opened the expensive bottle. After smelling the pleasant aroma, and no foul poison, Cicero took a long swig straight from the bottle. "Ahh..fine drink indeed," He muttered to himself.

What kind of knight would ignore a direct challenge to his honor? Cicero nodded as he made his choice. He would enter the arena tomorrow and face his unknown challenger. He'd battled many a day there and only hoped that it wasn't some lowlife bandit or other riff raff. It was beneath him to do battle with just anyone after all.

Over the next hour he finished his bottle. Then he tipped the bartender and said in farewell, "The bounties can wait friend. I have an appointment in the arena tomorrow." Afterward, he headed to his steed Merlin and back home.