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Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Colored font'd help a lot with text. Trying to put it into an image. It's got a weird blur I can't figure out, so I can switch to the original/typical text and bold dialogue if ya guys need.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

“Ha,” the dark elf scoffed, “Not all of us are so eager for attention.”

Wisdom laughed, "That's what makes me a rare commodity." Doing all the jobs no one else would risk their neck for vastly opened his career's niche.

The march of feet rolled in, and his muscles tensed. People were just begging for the elf to play, today. The Oenann sword fluttered from Wisdom's grip, jumping to bite at the crew rattling closer to the door. It whispered dreams to his swordhand of the cuts, swipes, and charges, the slams down on an open wound. "Company's here." His knees loosened and bent, making him stoop as he neared, feet bouncing for the new fight.

The big "bug" caught the sound too late, swiveling with ten or more men at the throat. Just as Wisdom stepped forward to cut them down, the thing foamed light from the eyes, head pulsing, and gargled and blasted it from its jaws. 'Magic...' The screech of busted doors was nothing to the wail Four-Arms made. Wisdom's teeth pressed hard enough to make the jaw sore, and his left hand reached for his ear. "For the love of every damn spirit..."

The men screamed sicker than any Wisdom'd heard in his short hundred years, noses running with blood, and by the end they piled on the ground, looking good as dead 'sides the infrequent breaths from the chest. The Oenann himself was sucking in greedy breaths. "...Could you spare our ears next time?"

The blue-veins man was revving into another disgusted fit at the sight. "Find your own way out, you savages."

This again. The weak restraint the rash man had was whisked away with the ringing ears and the spur of rage. Wisdom pushed his tongue against his canines and stalked after the prissy man that was unfortunately his guide. "Hey, lil' prison runt, get that head out of your bare, self righteous dumb ass. Half the crew - including me! - hasn't poked a soul, and the only reason your pretty fingers look clean is 'cause the rest killed the guards for you. Trying to write us off like you're bet-"

Wisdom's frustrated thin face squinted down the hall. A large silhouette in thick armor walled the narrow hallway, cutting its end short. When the naked man spoke, Wisdom's bug eyes bolted open. He was one of Eblistan's Princes? There wasn't a minute to mull on that, as the hulking block was flying in like a bad dream, and Prince running scared like a joke. Wisdom backed out the distance he'd made to give way for the first and prepared for the second. The gang clutched to walls and scuttled to corners, green-eyes made a shot for the armor - feeble to the one before - and did nothing but warm it to a dull red.

The bug mercifully didn't scream. The giant black form knocked the metal man down like a toy soldier, sinking the talon through the soft armor and into the chest. Wisdom barely heard screams, the warrior smashed the fat hammer against the piercing claw until it popped and bled.

Wisdom didn't wait. The lanky form cut to a quick start and slammed forward with both hands on the hilt. Teeth and bodily fluid traded sides, and the elf saw the bug creature back away from the edge of his sight. Acid dug into the warrior's face as he raged a broken battle cry, his words muddy fog to Wisdom's pointed ears. The foe's quick hand still saw Wisdom coming, and began to heave the hammer for his side. It may as well have been a butterfly. The elf split the longsword through the softened chest and sliced it out like through bread, and made arm and hammer weep backward. Incomprehensible cusses were the fading prayer to the Eblistani's afterlife, and Wisdom cut his pain early by sprinting out and throwing his weight into the blade as it cut into the throat.

The Oenann popped to the left of the mutilated corpse and breathed out half a laugh. Wisdom's filled brown eyes went to the Prince, and one heavy brow creased deep into his forehead expectedly. "Well, my lord, Prince," Wisdom's hand wrapped tight around his sword to free it, and began to swing it out,"we did the fight for you, aga- AGH!"A repressed scream cut him short as acid spattered on his forearm.

He wrung his left arm spastically, cussing under his breath, gaze flicking to the bug's film wrap at the sword's end, then a look of horror to the culprit. "Did you just ruin my sword!?"

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Summary

Wisdom speaks to Nessa Anarae, 9 briefly. Picks a fight with Mundhir Sadek. Takes down World Breaker. Gets acid on left forearm and sword.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Agreed. And the RP'll calm down in a week or a month, it might be worth coming back to then.

EDIT: My post'll be up in a few. Taking care of the World Breaker.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Need to get Wisdom in and do his thing. Be happy to take the shot. But if someone's got plans, I can throw something of my own in my next post. :]

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

No one's writing's been bad or confusing. There's just a lot of paragraphs coming pretty quick that people have to keep up with.

Quick question: Other than the player characters, how many prisoners are out now?

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

On the issue of keeping details straight, I'm gonna go for a style I often used to use, make sure no paragraph goes past four lines. It's easy to glaze over text on a screen after that. I'll bold or color dialogue, too, and put a brief summary at the bottom of my post.

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"They'll be down here soon. More than likely, the City Watch is on its way too. We cannot dally here. I cannot forgive any of you for murdering my people, but I have little choice in this matter.”

Big words for a living corpse raked with sick blue roots.

“Don't blame me. I didn't get to start yet.” Came the indignant whine. ''His' people?' Wisdom snorted, “'Sides, you want pacifist fighters? Why? No one gets a vegetarian dog.”
If a sword swerved for the tribal's head, a sword was going to politely return the greeting. Wisdom wouldn't sit and pray while the swordsman took a sloppy swing and got the blade stuck in his neck. He revered and respected parts of the Eblistan Citadel and its culture, but no respect took his life.

“If we can force our way to the guard barracks on the next level, then there are several tunnel ways that will lead us into the Great Palace. From there, you can all escape." He paused to think for a moment, "I would be grateful if you could kill as few as my countrymen as possible; they are honourable warriors, doing their Lord's duty. It is nothing but a bizarre twist of fate that I am giving my assistance, rather than attempting to apprehend you for your crimes."

The elf uncommonly bit his tongue at the promise of passage, his mouth stopping as it opened. But as he revved up to a sprint, his broad face crunched inward with a difficult, sluggish realization that Wisdom was missing something. “...And...why would you be apprehending us?”

The half-bull reached the end and made short work of the wood. The fists pounded a dull, heavy thud, then the clang of broken metal and the door scraping on the floor broke Wisdom's ears for one burning moment.

The rogue elf spotted the storage, “Our things are here, not all but most... “

Wisdom blindly burst up the stairs for life, nearly tumbling backward when his shoulder caught the hulking brown mass that was living key #2. He swung awkwardly forward into the collection sprawled out on the wood. “-Yesss,” One hand snaked its fingers about Wisdom's sack and sword before he thought to do it. “Good catch.”
The bad substitute Wisdom had caught in the hallway flopped to the floor with an outward fling of his wrist.

The Oenann bounced the sword like it was playing with a babe, letting it float mid-air and feeling its weight. “I'm not about to complain, but might be you're gonna get interrupted by some swords and arrows piercing through the door. Bet they've got a wizard, too.”

The dark gray skin and black eyes of the other woman slipped into the side of sight. Wisdom snapped his head up. She ran fast. And dressed fast.

“Assuming we do make it there alive, and assuming the palace isn’t heavily guarded, where are you all planning to go? It’s not like there are safe havens for fugitives waiting for our arrival,”

A grin crawled up Wisdom's face. “Not up for a little action, Ms? Being alive's no fun if you don't feel it. A good long fight and some cat-and-mouse is good for the soul. Either way, I'm not leaving 'til I got a dozen after me and a fainted lady. Don't know after that.”

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Character Summary

Location: Elibstan Citadel Dungeon.
Health: Wounded, Sprained Ankle. Last ate 2 days before.
Inventory: Torn up, simple clothes.

A big mouth stretched and flashed overlarge teeth, stained by blood near the roots. There was a whole cracked dry lake of it around his mouth, and it broke and flaked in shrinking chips when he grinned. "And a good morn' to you, Bull-man. You've just got on my favorites list." Wisdom had no idea what had just ran into their room, but he – she? - was too large for the cell and very proactive about breaking down people's walls.

He was a late join to the party, and had to do without the shackles – since they were all broken or used. Wisdom had only spent the night – the blood and sprain was fresh when they dumped the elf in this black pit – disappointed by the absence of elaboration, skill, and craftsmanship of the royal dungeon. Not a red carpet or gargoyle handle to be found.

The cell's space was stuffed to be cozy with company, which was a mixed lot. Wisdom had plunked his rear in the large gap neighboring the other alien, colossal lifeform he'd seen in the past hours. It gave Wisdom the chance to stare and observe the multi-limbed creature minutes before he passed out, and away from all his “brothers” and “sisters.” None were Oenann, all too pale or gray and lacking the family resemblance, though maybe distant cousins. At least one was a dark elf. They were their own sort of bastards, and not so clean and prim. But with his neighbor, the lizard, and a man with an entertaining biological experience painting his torso, the flaws were compensated for. And the chatty one....Trevor? Tanin? had passed the waking hours.

It turned out snubbing moneyed people got you into a cool place with some fun faces and a free out from hanging. The softer, plainer elf was smart with locks and broke open a flood of action. The brother with the odd green eyes was already leaping out in the hall. Wisdom caught the color-matching light rip apart every string of cloth and flesh from the torso of the first sucker in the hallway. Wisdom's scowl sank deep into his hollow face. Magic. Sneakier than poison. Wisdom never learned the kind home taught, and he never trusted it.

Wisdom hollered over, “How are we supposed to wear his armor now? There's a head-sized hole where the heart is.” and jumped out the open cage.

The fighter slipped up the sword from the dead man, as a green singe flashed at the edges of the wound like dying embers, guts piling to the floor. Wisdom's brown bug eyes shrunk into a suspicious glare back at the glowing pair. “You better not zap me with that green fluff, blondie,”

Tar...Tar's....T's chuckle sounded down the hallway, as the cellmates burst from the metal doors. Wisdom lit up at the chaos and ran up to the human, catching three strikes of pain from the bad ankle and a less broken shield along the way. “You people really liven up dungeons and dying. Got a riot 'n' everything. D'ya guys know where my stuff'd be? The city thinks it's theirs now.”

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A quick warning, I'll be contributing to the IC at night (now), at least the first half of the week. Got family and work keeping me from 8AM-10PM. Won't be able to respond mid-day most-like.

EDIT: Also, we're at the start and we have enough people, and enough going on, that players/characters might not get notice. if someone's getting ignored, bring it up. If no one else, I'll make sure to remedy the problem. :]

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Much thanks. :)