Harbringer said
Huh...I kinda want to start an RP about legendary weapons...only...the players ARE the legendary weapons.
Like soul eater?
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Like soul eater?
What's this? Plot? In my RP?
Oh the huge manatee!
Oh the huge manatee!
A figure clad in black robes entered the tavern, slinking through the crowd unnoticed, as if a spectre. Even when he grabbed a patron's drink off the table as he passed, nobody so much as blinked, as if his very presence was intangible to those around him. The figure quickly found his way to Lazarus' table, taking a seat opposite the mercenary. A faint trickle of blood traced down a small stone held in the figure's hands, dripping on the floor, the color matching his dark red eyes. It was only after the figure dropped the stone into his pocket, his eyes shifting from red to black, that he seemed to appear before Lazarus, almost as if it were totally natural.
“I was very impressed with your work today,” the figure said, tracing the rim of his stolen drink with a gold coin. “Not many men are capable of performing a task with such... precision. I appreciate professionalism in my line of work.”
The man extended a hand towards Lazarus, his skin covered in deep scars, and introduced himself. “My name is Vlad, and I have need of your services. Immediately if possible. Name your price; I can assure you it is within my means. As you can imagine, discretion is paramount as well. Simply do your job and report back for your reward.”
Placing the gold coin down on the table, he gestured towards a barmaid, ordered the most expensive drink the bar offered, and continued to detail his request. “I need a man killed before morning. He won't be easy to get to, but he should be fairly easy for a man of your talents to eliminate if you can get close. He goes by the name Vates. You might recognize him as a member of the council of the righteous.”
As he spoke, vlad reached into his cloak to recover a satchel, dropping it on the table with a solid thud. The catch loosened, revealing over a hundred gold pieces, enough to buy a small home in even the capital of Adalrich. “This is for your time, and as a sign of goodwill. Consider it... a token of appreciation. If you choose to accept my request, return here tomorrow at the same time with your price and I can guarantee your safe escape from the city and your heart's desires.”
“Think it over,” Vlad said, standing up from the table. He retrieved a different stone from his pocket, as well as a small knife. Cutting the tip of his finger, he allowed a single bead to form before smearing it on the stone. He mumbled to himself in a strange language before vanishing, leaving no trace save for a single drop of blood on the floor.
“I was very impressed with your work today,” the figure said, tracing the rim of his stolen drink with a gold coin. “Not many men are capable of performing a task with such... precision. I appreciate professionalism in my line of work.”
The man extended a hand towards Lazarus, his skin covered in deep scars, and introduced himself. “My name is Vlad, and I have need of your services. Immediately if possible. Name your price; I can assure you it is within my means. As you can imagine, discretion is paramount as well. Simply do your job and report back for your reward.”
Placing the gold coin down on the table, he gestured towards a barmaid, ordered the most expensive drink the bar offered, and continued to detail his request. “I need a man killed before morning. He won't be easy to get to, but he should be fairly easy for a man of your talents to eliminate if you can get close. He goes by the name Vates. You might recognize him as a member of the council of the righteous.”
As he spoke, vlad reached into his cloak to recover a satchel, dropping it on the table with a solid thud. The catch loosened, revealing over a hundred gold pieces, enough to buy a small home in even the capital of Adalrich. “This is for your time, and as a sign of goodwill. Consider it... a token of appreciation. If you choose to accept my request, return here tomorrow at the same time with your price and I can guarantee your safe escape from the city and your heart's desires.”
“Think it over,” Vlad said, standing up from the table. He retrieved a different stone from his pocket, as well as a small knife. Cutting the tip of his finger, he allowed a single bead to form before smearing it on the stone. He mumbled to himself in a strange language before vanishing, leaving no trace save for a single drop of blood on the floor.
Necrophage said
Where is Neon now? From the tidbit of writing there is on her I can't tell.
She hasn't done anything this morning other than wake up in Shade's house. I set her up in case anyone wanted to interact with her regarding the previous day's events, but everyone found something to do. I was going to have her fly to the council of the righteous and attempt to meet with some of the councilors to speak her mind about the coming vote on whether to go to war against the daeva or not, but I haven't done so yet. You could safely assume she is at any point between Shade's house and the council in your post. I'll pick up from there.
Necrophage said
Silence prevails.
Depending on how you wanted to get re-introduced to the group, you could post as soon as now. I haven't done anything with Neon at all for the current day in the RP, so if you wanted to seek her out, or bump into her in the capital ("accidentally" or otherwise) you can do that and I'll post a reply for her.
Pumirya said
Clearly all those wild parties and wild women finally caught up with WK.
If nothing else it's certainly a more impressive story than "I fell asleep with my contacts in and a few days later I had pink eye"
I'm so glad you're all here to offer such profound advice. How would I have survived this long without you all?
In unrelated news, I've finally posted. Still no Neon, but that can wait for the weekend.
In unrelated news, I've finally posted. Still no Neon, but that can wait for the weekend.
Torva waved to Itzal and Ruby as they wedged themselves through the row and made space for themselves on the benches near he and Hagumi. He still hadn't adjusted to Shade's new look, and although there was familiarity in the scent he was still a different person, not just in body, but in spirit. To imagine a day when he would see Shade... Itzal... sitting with his daughter enjoying the day's festivities would have been impossible even a few days ago. In any other town Shade would likely be skulking about the shadier parts of town, gathering information and brandishing his own personal form of justice against anyone that stood in his way. Perhaps, in that sense, his new name was quite fitting. “Out of the shadows and into the light...” Torva quietly mused to himself. It would be a loss for their intel gathering abilities, for sure, but in a way he was glad Shade was able to find closure. In their race to find a cure, with no end in sight, finish lines and little victories needed to be celebrated where they could be found.
“So your daughter won three years in a row, at her age? That's amazing. I would have loved to see the faces of some of the competitors below in past years at that sight” Torva proclaimed, laughing.
Turning his attention back towards Hagumi, he quickly apologized for his comments, and changed the topic to the competition at hand. “I don't know,” he responded, “humans in my experience tend to have better metalwork and more complex designs, but there's just some things magic can do that steel can't, and Cadogan is no mage.” In truth, he was more concerned with the inventor's constitution than his place in the competition. Fifth place was impressive for a newcomer, let alone a human, but Cadogan continued to drink wine, dutifully delivered by Chii's tiny hands, as if celebrating his victory. He could almost smell the faint hints of wine from the stands, and looking down at the odd assortment of devices as they spewed fire and pierced through enchanted metal, Torva couldn't help but doubt Cagodan's skill. “I hope Chii knows what she's getting into.” he said, concern in his voice.
It was almost their turn to approach the judges, but Torva figured he had just enough time to get Hagumi a drink before then. Closing his hand around the coins, he kissed Hagumi on the cheek before reaching the staircase in a single leap rather than fight his way through the stands. Along the outskirt of the arena stands, hundreds of vendors shouted and jostled for attention as they pitched their wares. Food, drink, souvenir carvings, even charms... it seemed like you could buy almost anything with enough coin. From his perspective all the stands looked the same, having neither the knowledge nor the experience to tell one vendor selling alcohol from another. Finally, his eyes settled on one with a wooden carving of a dragon along the top.
Approaching the stand, Torva asked the vendor was sort of drinks he offered. “We sell all manner of wines,” the seraphim responded, waving his arm over a rack of bottles behind him, “but today only we're offering a special drink in honor of the competition. We call it the queen's bounty” he said, proudly revealing a bottle from behind the counter. The large bottle was filled with a deep purple liquid, the cork stained from exposure to it. What stood out, though, was the detailed illustration of a female dragon sitting on a throne, crown hanging from a foot, as she downed an entire bottle of wine. It looked nothing like Neon, and yet Torva recognized her immediately in the drawing. It seemed some eager young artist was attempting to guess her likeness based on stories alone, and it was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Big, fearsome looking claws and fangs... A barbed tail black as knight curled around the throne as manslaves tended to her needs. Even the throne was decorated with skulls as if the daeva monarchy had just crawled out of some cave.
Unfortunately the entire bottle cost quite a bit more than the coin he had on him, but striking up a deal with the seraphim, Torva was able to secure one of the labels from a bottle along with a goblet of the liquid and a goblet of mead for Hagumi. Returning triumphantly to the stands, Torva couldn't wait to show off his find to the group, and proudly held the label out like a banner to Hagumi, Itzal, and Ruby, barely holding back a laugh as he snickered “I present to you... my queen.”
Down in the arena, a seraphim approached Cadogan's table, visibly taken aback by how drunk the great inventor seemed to be. He couldn't imagine who would be crazy enough to volunteer under the risk of great personal injury to showcase any armor made by someone who was having trouble speaking clearly. Shrugging, he let the inventor know that it was his turn to test whatever armor he had prepared before the judges. Gesturing towards the row of tables at the far end of the Colosseum, the seraphim eyed up Chii warily and offered her a conciliatory “good luck” as he tried to wave the strong smell of alcohol out from in front of his nose.
Below in the tunnels, the guard captain found himself continually astonished as his captor's brazen attitude, even under the threat of prosecution. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was confident in his ability to fight his way out if necessary. Looking around at the suite of guards and mages surrounding the bounty hunter, along with the fact that he was still actively bound by magic, he came to the conclusion that the man before him was either significantly more powerful than he was letting on... or completely out of his mind.
Listening carefully to Lazarus' explanation, the captain never once let his hand drift from the handle of his weapon, and he continually eyed up his men to make sure none of them were letting their guards down. Ghostlike trails of seraphim drifted through the tunnel, one passing right through Lazarus as he spoke, as volunteers working the event entering and leaving the crafting floor went about their business, unaware of the pocket of space they passed through. His breathing grew heavier as the bounty hunter spoke and his face reddened, but it was not until Lazarus spoke of fear as the driving force for his actions that he could no longer keep his cool. “Fear? Fear is what led to the wholesale massacre of daeva before the races found peace. Fear is what drives men to create larger and larger weapons of war. You speak of fear like it's a deterrent, but fear only drives cornered animals to strike!”
Drawing his weapon closer, the captain allowed the tip of his blade to knick Lazarus' cheek ever so slightly, drawing the faintest bead of blood. Upon seeing the glistening orb he seemed to come to his senses, lowing his weapon and calling his men to stand down. He held out a hankerchief towards the swordman, looking away in disgust. “Take your money, clean yourself up, and conclude your business here so you can leave my city as quickly as possible.”
“So your daughter won three years in a row, at her age? That's amazing. I would have loved to see the faces of some of the competitors below in past years at that sight” Torva proclaimed, laughing.
Turning his attention back towards Hagumi, he quickly apologized for his comments, and changed the topic to the competition at hand. “I don't know,” he responded, “humans in my experience tend to have better metalwork and more complex designs, but there's just some things magic can do that steel can't, and Cadogan is no mage.” In truth, he was more concerned with the inventor's constitution than his place in the competition. Fifth place was impressive for a newcomer, let alone a human, but Cadogan continued to drink wine, dutifully delivered by Chii's tiny hands, as if celebrating his victory. He could almost smell the faint hints of wine from the stands, and looking down at the odd assortment of devices as they spewed fire and pierced through enchanted metal, Torva couldn't help but doubt Cagodan's skill. “I hope Chii knows what she's getting into.” he said, concern in his voice.
It was almost their turn to approach the judges, but Torva figured he had just enough time to get Hagumi a drink before then. Closing his hand around the coins, he kissed Hagumi on the cheek before reaching the staircase in a single leap rather than fight his way through the stands. Along the outskirt of the arena stands, hundreds of vendors shouted and jostled for attention as they pitched their wares. Food, drink, souvenir carvings, even charms... it seemed like you could buy almost anything with enough coin. From his perspective all the stands looked the same, having neither the knowledge nor the experience to tell one vendor selling alcohol from another. Finally, his eyes settled on one with a wooden carving of a dragon along the top.
Approaching the stand, Torva asked the vendor was sort of drinks he offered. “We sell all manner of wines,” the seraphim responded, waving his arm over a rack of bottles behind him, “but today only we're offering a special drink in honor of the competition. We call it the queen's bounty” he said, proudly revealing a bottle from behind the counter. The large bottle was filled with a deep purple liquid, the cork stained from exposure to it. What stood out, though, was the detailed illustration of a female dragon sitting on a throne, crown hanging from a foot, as she downed an entire bottle of wine. It looked nothing like Neon, and yet Torva recognized her immediately in the drawing. It seemed some eager young artist was attempting to guess her likeness based on stories alone, and it was the funniest thing he had seen in a long time. Big, fearsome looking claws and fangs... A barbed tail black as knight curled around the throne as manslaves tended to her needs. Even the throne was decorated with skulls as if the daeva monarchy had just crawled out of some cave.
Unfortunately the entire bottle cost quite a bit more than the coin he had on him, but striking up a deal with the seraphim, Torva was able to secure one of the labels from a bottle along with a goblet of the liquid and a goblet of mead for Hagumi. Returning triumphantly to the stands, Torva couldn't wait to show off his find to the group, and proudly held the label out like a banner to Hagumi, Itzal, and Ruby, barely holding back a laugh as he snickered “I present to you... my queen.”
Down in the arena, a seraphim approached Cadogan's table, visibly taken aback by how drunk the great inventor seemed to be. He couldn't imagine who would be crazy enough to volunteer under the risk of great personal injury to showcase any armor made by someone who was having trouble speaking clearly. Shrugging, he let the inventor know that it was his turn to test whatever armor he had prepared before the judges. Gesturing towards the row of tables at the far end of the Colosseum, the seraphim eyed up Chii warily and offered her a conciliatory “good luck” as he tried to wave the strong smell of alcohol out from in front of his nose.
Below in the tunnels, the guard captain found himself continually astonished as his captor's brazen attitude, even under the threat of prosecution. In fact, it almost seemed as if he was confident in his ability to fight his way out if necessary. Looking around at the suite of guards and mages surrounding the bounty hunter, along with the fact that he was still actively bound by magic, he came to the conclusion that the man before him was either significantly more powerful than he was letting on... or completely out of his mind.
Listening carefully to Lazarus' explanation, the captain never once let his hand drift from the handle of his weapon, and he continually eyed up his men to make sure none of them were letting their guards down. Ghostlike trails of seraphim drifted through the tunnel, one passing right through Lazarus as he spoke, as volunteers working the event entering and leaving the crafting floor went about their business, unaware of the pocket of space they passed through. His breathing grew heavier as the bounty hunter spoke and his face reddened, but it was not until Lazarus spoke of fear as the driving force for his actions that he could no longer keep his cool. “Fear? Fear is what led to the wholesale massacre of daeva before the races found peace. Fear is what drives men to create larger and larger weapons of war. You speak of fear like it's a deterrent, but fear only drives cornered animals to strike!”
Drawing his weapon closer, the captain allowed the tip of his blade to knick Lazarus' cheek ever so slightly, drawing the faintest bead of blood. Upon seeing the glistening orb he seemed to come to his senses, lowing his weapon and calling his men to stand down. He held out a hankerchief towards the swordman, looking away in disgust. “Take your money, clean yourself up, and conclude your business here so you can leave my city as quickly as possible.”
Did someone say eye twitch? Cause I got a serious case of pink eye this morning. I managed to get drops from the doctor but it hurts to stare at a monitor for more than a few seconds at a time. As soon as it doesn't hurt to look at light I'll get my post up
Everyone: I'll have a post up later today covering everyone. I've been on and off travel for work but I'm at the home office today and leaving early so I should be able to get writing in the late afternoon/early evening.
I apologize for the excessive delays as of late, even for Feral, but life has just been particularly hectic. I promise I'm not going to vanish, and we're going to see this through to completion. Thanks for being patient and staying with me this far into the journey. There's lots of exciting twists still to come.
I apologize for the excessive delays as of late, even for Feral, but life has just been particularly hectic. I promise I'm not going to vanish, and we're going to see this through to completion. Thanks for being patient and staying with me this far into the journey. There's lots of exciting twists still to come.
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