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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 28 2009, 05:35 PM Post #1 |
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Laughter. Cruel, merciless laughter. Echoing through the eternal void. Drake knew he had heard that laughter before, but it had been familiar then too. Once again, he couldn't move, couldn't speak, could only stare through the infinite darkness, while that sound sent chills down his soul. After what seemed like an immeasurable eternity, the laughter began to fade. It was replaced by a voice. As cold and arrogant as the laugh, it almost certainly came from the same person. "You are weak. You will never be able to protect anyone, you will never know who you are... You can do nothing. All that lies in your future, is darkness." An eerie energy began appearing, which Drake saw as a strange combination of even deeper black than the surrounding darkness, and different shades of red, blue, and purple, which all came together to form something that seemed far darker than even the deepest of black alone could. Drake felt cold... No, not like ice. It was as if... Not as if he were dying, but as if he was already dead, the warmth drained out. That energy... Was horrible. Beyond anything, just its being near made him shiver slightly. The dark energy began forming into one spot, slowly revealing the figure of a human... A tall human. About Drake's height even... Drake suddenly realized. The reason that the voice, and the laughter had seemed so familiar... As the darkness began fading, a face appeared from the darkness... Drake's eyes snapped open as thunder crashed through the sky. Rain was pouring down incredibly hard, and Drake felt the water flow along his scales before it spilled to the ground. Drake then shifted back to human form with a flash of light, and found himself kneeling in the mud, his cape hanging slightly toward the right, with the bottom lying in the mud as well. Drake quickly became completely soaked, and water then began dripping off of his hair and his clothes. Drake got up slowly, first shifting his right knee so that his foot was flat on the ground, and then pushing up. Drake's boots splashed in the puddle which was rapidly forming in the impression left from when he'd been lying in the mud, as he brought himself to his feet. He simply stood there for a moment, not sure what he was doing. He just knew that he couldn't go back to sleep. He stood there, not really thinking of anything. It wasn't that he was too tired to think, it was just one of those moments... Where time just seems to pass. You don't notice anything, your mind just seems to skip, jump forward through time slightly. After a minute or so of this, Drake began walking, with no destination in mind. As he walked through the silence only broken by rain and the occasional thunder, he did begin thinking. Thinking about that dream, what that voice had said. He didn't bother dwelling on how it had said that he wouldn't be able to protect anyone right now. No, what came to mind... Who he was. He didn't know why it bothered him, it shouldn't matter... But sometimes, he couldn't stop thinking about it. What was he? Drake had been raised for his entire childhood by two nobles of Morrim, and his mother hated those who weren't human. Clearly she must have thought that he was human, or he'd be long dead now. For some strange reason, he had been unable to use many spells, though he should have more than enough power, and executed them perfectly. However, it was as if they were sealed, for he would just sometimes suddenly find that he would be able to use a spell that had refused to work before. So what was he? Where did he come from, why did his parents take him in? Had he originally been abandoned, or had something else entirely happened that had led to his being raised by that horrible witch of a woman? Drake stopped walking, and put his hand out, leaning it against a tree slightly. He then simply stood there in the rain, such a pitiful sight, with the water dripping off him him, splashing onto the ground, as the downpour wouldn't end. A single thought continued to echo through his mind: Who am I? Edited by Drake Aurelis, Jul 28 2009, 05:37 PM.
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| Stranghill | Jul 28 2009, 06:09 PM Post #2 |
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Stranghill scowled. It was raining . . . Raining . . . Rain was the worst possible thing that could happen. Even the sun was better than rain. Water weakened him, and he couldn't dare risk opening his mouth to drink it, or risk going for at least a day feeling like he had just drunk fire and tar. Still, it was dark, and he had just drunk recently. Things could have been worse. Other than the rain, he was at his best, and it had taken him too long to get a lead on this target to give up and try again later. His employer had offered him quite a bit of wealth to bring this dragon-man's death. He was not unprepared. He had done as much research as possible on the dragon-man or others with similar powers. Admittedly, the informant didn't have very much information, but it was enough to work with. He had with him his two daggers, as well as ten, small, throwing-daggers. And, after a lot of mud, a lot of cursing, and a lot of other annoyances, Stranghill had finally found his target. He seemed off-base, as if his mind was elsewhere. Perfect. Stranghill began moving silently from the trees to get closer behind the dragon-man. He didn't want to risk using just a throwing dagger on him. If the dragon-man shifted on him, Stranghill would be in a lot of trouble. He got closer, and closer, the storm masking any sounds he might have made. He was close, closer . .. "Shi-" A blast of lightning struck nearby and the shock of it threw Stranghill off balance entirely. He fell face-first in the muddy ground, just barely closing his mouth before swallowing any water. His cover was now blown, though. He quickly brought himself to his feet and drew his daggers, then made a mad dash in the hopes of killing the dragon-man before he shifted. |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 28 2009, 06:33 PM Post #3 |
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A few days had passed since Agnar had started following Drake. Agnar had watched Drake sleep in his dragon form. During his slumber, he observed his appearance, making note of every little detail of his structure. Perhaps a spell to alter Agnar's own appearance to turn into such a creature was in order. In the morning, Drake had decided to shift back into human form and wander for a while on foot. Eventually he arrived here, this area seemed very random. It was now storming, the sound of thunder cracking as lightning flashed in the sky. Drake appeared to be struggling with some emotions or something, he couldn't quite tell. All he knew is Drake wasn't in his right mind. As Agnar watched in the distance, keeping himself concealed, what appeared to be an assassin fell face first in the mud, got up and then launched and attack at Drake. Agnar immediately came out from where he was hiding. "My Word!" He yelled as loud as he possibly could, shocked and appalled by the attack, he moved both his hands out to his side. And then back to him crossing his arms. "How could you do such a thing, attacking an adventurer off guard like that? From a tree of all things too. I demand you cease this mindless attack on this poor man who is weary from travel. You see I am a missionary on pilgrimage to a shrine nearby.” Unbeknownst to Stranghill, Agnar made a slight gesture with his hand as he concealed it with his arms. He began to use his Ghost sound spell. “Father Maclucid? Is everything alright? I heard a noise.” The sound of a young man could be heard in the distance talking to Agnar, unseen by the other two. “Yes Migal. Everything is alright, head back to the rest of the group and rest like you’re supposed to be.” “Yes father. I shall do as you ask.” The voice responded. Then there was the sound of rustling and then silence. “Now what am I suppose to tell them about this. Please make you’re peace and leave. There need not be violence.” Edited by DH_Ninja, Jul 28 2009, 06:41 PM.
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| Stranghill | Jul 28 2009, 07:11 PM Post #4 |
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Stranghill stopped dead and turned to face the new speaker. He wasn't holding any weapons, and Stranghill immediately regretted having turned to face him. Now he had no momentum, Drake would be completely alert, and he hadn't even done it for any good reason. Stranghill cursed under his breath and quickly distanced himself from Drake, as well as keeping himself away from the old man. He didn't recognize the other voice that spoke, its bearer unseen, but it was bad news. Others were here. Well, it was irrelevant at this point. Stranghill would have to run away at some point anyway, now that Drake had been alerted, so it really didn't matter if there were even more people around. "What are you, his bodyguard?" Stranghill tilted his head down as he spoke to avoid getting any rainwater in his mouth. He hadn't heard anything about this person from his informant nor his employer. Had he been tricked? No, there was no reason for his employer to have a grudge against him. They didn't even know each other. "I'm telling you, old man. I don't get any extra pay for killing you, but I'll be more than happy to if it gets you out of my way," he threatened. He wasn't lying, either, but he was still bluffing. He wasn't completely sure of himself at the moment, with a dragon-man nearby, and with no means of knowing the capabilities of the old man. "If you want to live, you'd best leave this man alone, for quite a while. Once he's dead, feel free to visit his grave as often as you like," Stranghill finished as he began scraping his daggers against each other. The sound was meant to be irritating, hopefully to keep the stranger from realizing that Stranghill was at a serious disadvantage. At least, that's what it was originally used for. Really, though, it was just something Stranghill did when he was nervous, he didn't even think about doing it anymore. "So what's it going to be, old man? Live or die?" |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 28 2009, 07:35 PM Post #5 |
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Agnar reached down and pulled a staff from a bush, his staff. "You don't seem very kind. Of course I'm going to live. Honestly, you hooligans these days, talking to a missionary and threatening em with death. Well, allow me to retort to that statement. This is Debra." Agnar raised his staff and brought it back to himself it as he began to stretch his free arm. In the middle of one, he casted silence over on the ground about 18 feet away from Stranghill, ensuring that the assassin would be quiet. "She's my old trusty walking stick. I'll leave you two to it" He said and then swung horizontally, teleporting mid-swing behind Stranghill. The blow would hit Stranghill in the side without making so much as a sound. It wouldn't do much damage, but it would be the biggest surprise attack Agnar had ever launched on someone. He began to laugh; however, no one could hear him at all due to his own spell. Ooc: Hopefully you don't mind what I just did. I was tempted to pm you but then decided that initiating combat with a teleport attack from behind would be pretty ridiculous to avoid. |
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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 28 2009, 08:28 PM Post #6 |
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Drake was startled by an incredibly loud thunderclap, as lightning struck nearby. He jumped, startled out of his thoughts, and heard someone else crying out in surprise. Drake looked toward where he'd heard the voice coming from, and saw someone in the mud on his face. Drake was about to ask the stranger if he was alright, when suddenly he got to his feet quickly and drew two daggers, charging at Drake. Needless to say, Drake was surprised. He jumped to the right, trying to dodge the attack, though it proved to be unnecessary, as the attack stopped as someone else began speaking and the attacker turned to face him. Drake didn't pause to wait for the attack to resume, though he did hear the conversation. It was that man Drake had met earlier... Called himself Pablo MacLucid... Rather ironic name all things considered. And Drake was not entirely sure it was real... This whole situation was odd though. Really, he encounters that odd man twice, and he gets attacked out of nowhere by someone else... All within just a few days? ...It might just be because his life was always chaotic, but he half-hoped that there really was something going on, at least he might end up with something to do other than aimlessly wandering and taking out bandits... He'd incinerated several groups just in the past few days really. Drake had shifted into dragon form with a flash of light, and now he was about fifteen feet off the ground, ten feet away from the man that had attacked him. Pablo was saying that he was a traveling missionary. Drake then heard a young man's voice, referring to Pablo as "Father MacLucid" Pablo said to go back with "the group" and then asked the man who had attacked Drake to cease his assault. However, the guy seemed to have other ideas... And it sounded like he was an assassin of some sort, saying something about being paid... Then he threatened the old man. Drake decided that it was time to end this. Now, what would be a good way to try and take this guy out After several moments, (not helped by the distractions caused by Pablo) Drake decided that he knew exactly what to do. He began charging energy for his Shine Breath attack... He unleashed his beam of power at the same time Pablo suddenly appeared behind the assassin. It would be pretty difficult for the guy to dodge, especially being whacked with a staff... Drake was holding back this time however. Even if the guy wasn't strong enough to withstand the power, he wouldn't die, only be reduced to an inability to move, since Drake wanted answers, not to kill the guy... Yet. |
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| Stranghill | Jul 28 2009, 10:53 PM Post #7 |
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Stranghill snarled when the man drew his staff from the bush, and took a jump back when he shot the ground. He was about to shout a retort when he realized . . . He couldn't talk. He also noticed his target shift into dragon form. Oh . . . shit! Shit shit shit! Stranghill was already about to turn to run back into the trees when the old man disappeared. He felt a blow on his back as Drake decided to attack as well. Stranghill took the momentum of the supposed priest's swing and tried to roll, but couldn't keep the roll's speed due to the rain and did not get far enough. He got hit with the blast the dragon man had. The blast sent him rolling quite a bit further due to his position, and as he sputtered out, he realized his voice had come back. A spell of some sort, he figured, was what the staff had done to keep him from talking, though he couldn't figure out why. Either way, he was in trouble. He tried to move, but was met with searing pain as he did so. He could move, but it was a bitch to do. Stranghill attempted to push through the pain, though, and began crawling away. He couldn't afford to be caught. It wouldn't look good for him . . . He would have tried using a throwing dagger, he had the strength for it, but he knew it wasn't enough. In his position, and with the rain, he wouldn't be capable of anything more than a shot at the torso of the priest, and wouldn't stand a chance at actually hitting the dragon's weak-points. He also knew he wouldn't be able to crawl away fast enough. He might just die, unless he made his next few moves very carefully. Game on he thought to himself, and couldn't help but grin in expectation. He wasn't going to die. Stranghill Olganis isn't ever going to die! |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 28 2009, 11:20 PM Post #8 |
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Their opponent was weakened now he was now crawling away. Agnar, though silenced, used no verbal spells. It made him feel happy that he managed to develop such a technique through practice. Incantations were useful, but were useless when you couldn't talk. He extended his hand as he ran out of the silenced zone and then stopped. Two figures began to emerge from the thicket, each right next to each other, holding a of some sort tome. They two young men wearing brown robes. One had the beginnings of a beard and short brown hair. The other appeared to be an Arian that was about the age of 21. The blonde haired one began to speak. "Father!" He gasped as the other one began to back away. "Allow us to assist you against such an assailant. I wish you had told me he threatened your life!" He took a step back and readied himself. Agnar ran forward and stopped. "You'll do no such thing! You will not attack him unless I give the word. To do so is to dishonor the church. I will not have you harmed my son." Agnar couldn’t help but think how amazing the ghost sound and still image spells were when combined. So lifelike, now if only they were able to move further then fifteen feet from where they’re cast. “Assassin, give up and I will not set you on fire!” Agnar yelled and made sure the young man remained still, focusing on the man who was crawling yet, he made the other disappear into the thicket. “I’ll get the others! He shall not get away!” “Jebadiah!” Agnar yelled and cursed under his breath. “Throw you’re weapons to the side. You are surrounded!” Agnar yelled. “You have no hope of winning!” I need to do this more often. This is waaaaay too much fun for an old geezer like me to be having. Edited by DH_Ninja, Jul 28 2009, 11:22 PM.
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| Stranghill | Jul 28 2009, 11:38 PM Post #9 |
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Stranghill glared at the apparitions, though he wasn't aware that was their nature. He was surrounded, but did that really matter at this point? There was a dragon present, and he had little mobility, he wasn't going to escape easily. Putting on a fake smile, Stranghill calmly put his daggers aside, making sure to avoid smirking from the knowledge of his throwing knives strapped to his back. Stranghill, his daggers at his sides, sat up in the mud and tilted his head down, still silently cursing the rain, and said cheerily, "Well, seems as if the forest is popular at this time of night," he started, glancing at the dragon every now and then out of anxiety, "but I really can't understand why. Dreadful storm, isn't it?" It was going to throw them off, and stall. That's all he needed, time. Once he managed to get his strength back, he could easily make an immediate dash to the nearby trees. From there, there was no way they would catch him. He was too nimble for an old man, no matter how often he could teleport, and the dragon was far too bulky to chase him through a forest. He could attempt to burn it all down, but it was rather wet to start a fire, and rather foolish to make such a scene of himself. It was situations like this that irritated Stranghill. He had to hope that his adversaries were intelligent, or they might just end up sending him to Nosferatu after all. "So, everyone, I think you're all eager to ask some questions. Out with it then." |
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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 29 2009, 12:26 AM Post #10 |
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Just as Drake had thought, the assassin wasn't able to dodge the attack. Apparently this guy was rather strong as well, for he was still moving. Just crawling, but moving. Drake refused to let his guard down, things always somehow managed to happen at times like these. Drake didn't notice that two people had come out of the thicket nearby until he heard one of them speak. So Pablo had a son? ...Wait, something seemed off here. Hadn't Pablo said earlier that he was looking for magical items? But now he claimed to be a missionary... And he'd also said that he could conjure illusions... Drake concentrated. Sure enough, there was magical power around the two people who had appeared as if it were some sort of illusion. Which they most likely were. "Pablo" was definitely putting on a good act, that was for sure. Drake returned his focus to the assassin... He couldn't afford to let his guard down. The man set the daggers he was carrying to the side, and then started saying things about the forest being busy during this time... Drake simply glared. His eyes had, at some point, changed from their normal green. The irises were now golden, and the pupils had become slit, seeming to be almost like windows into infinite flames. Then the man offered to answer questions. Drake's intense glare didn't let up, as he asked, his voice cold, What is your name, and who hired you? Since you already gave away that you're an assassin. Don't try any stupidity, just answer the questions. Drake really had no desire to deal with this guy. He then said, Oh, and if you so much as move, I can set you on fire, easily, even with the rain. After all the water has boiled off, I'm sure you'll roast just fine. He let out a warning gout of flame, not much fire at all, certainly not enough to reach the assassin before it was put out by the rain, but enough to show that Drake wasn't fooling around. |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 29 2009, 11:31 AM Post #11 |
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Agnar remained still, the other young man in the thicket stopped preparing and then simply turned around and moved deeper into the thicket. Agnar dismissed the illussion he had created. "Also, what items do ya got that are....magical." Agnar asked. "I seek magical items and all, but...I suggest ye answer them question the dragon man asked." As Agnar said this, he began to hunch over, holding the quarterstaff as a walking stick again. He looked at the assassin half heartedly. He was smiling, if anyone could even see his face through the beard. As he stood there, hunched over awaiting a response. He tapped his fingers on his staff, one after another, giving the impression that he was simply twitchy or bored, perhaps impaitent too. A voice whispered into Stanghill's ear. "We're watching. We're always watching." It was unsettling, unnerving. It was a voice you could imagine a powerful demon could have. "Don't use that surprise you have planned either. We'll tear your soul from your body if you do." It was inaudible to Drake or even Agnar. A whisper in an ear. Agnar did not know what this assassin would pull. He had to make sure he was discouraged at least. |
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| Stranghill | Jul 29 2009, 12:43 PM Post #12 |
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Stranghill scowled. These . . . simple people . . . had him. He could pull out of this, he was sure, but it would take careful planning. "My name . . ." Stranghill began, replacing the scowl with another grin. He stopped, though, when a voice not unlike an angry Crullys' went through his head, warning him. Stranghill's face didn't change at all as things started to come together. Mind manipulation, though I don't think mind-reading . . . A silencing spell of some sort . . . Hm . . . Stranghill was thinking before he realized he still hadn't answered the dragon man's questions, and now had to answer the old man's questions as well. But there was a way out of this. "Well, dragon-man, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. But through other methods, I do in fact have the upper hand. Somebody wants you dead, and they hired me to do it. If I failed, and they will know I failed, then there will simply be another one, and another one, each one stronger than the last. So unless you want to spend the rest of your life hunted by men and women far stronger than me, you'll have to do things very carefully, understand? "Sure, you could kill me now and be done with it, except then you will face another assassin. Only with my help will you be able to avoid a fate of running from hidden enemies. After all, few know the business better than I do. But I'm not going to help you survive until I can rest assured I'm not going to die straight-away. So, until I get my strength back, You will get no information from me. I'll let you hold me prisoner if you like, I honestly don't care, but you don't get a word until I'm sure I'm going to live. "As for you . . ." Here Stranghill turned to the old priest of some sort. "I don't have any magical items with me, priest, but I am in the business of . . . acquiring items . . . by any means necessary. Feel free to purchase my services at any time. I'll even give you my contact name once I'm certain I'll live." Stranghill panted after he finished. It was painful to go on and on like that in this state, and annoying to do it while it was raining. Still, he thought he had done a rather good job. He needed to insure he would be kept alive, or there was no point in betraying any information. Worst comes to worst, all he did was stall for time. Either way, it was worth it. Now he just had to hope that they took him prisoner somewhere dry and dark. |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 29 2009, 03:35 PM Post #13 |
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"Well....I don't require such....service and the injurings of people.....as well as the murderings, rapings and document frauding. In fact.....if your an assassin. Your doing a very bad job....I knew this one assassin once....well. Let me put it this way....you don't wanna know." Agnar stopped his senseless ramble about how he didn't need an assassin, scratched his chin, and then pointed at Stranghill, all while leaning on his quarter staff. "Your full of whatchya smell like ya know. We could kill you. We could let you go. We know...plenty of techniques. We have oceans of potions! Factories of falactories. Waves of staves!" As he continued on his rant, the sudden smell of grizzly bear droppings began to fill the area where Stranghill was in. Within seconds, it filled his area. It wasn't harmful, but it was very unpleasent and funny to Agnar. "So...you could be nice....tell us....we'll let you go....and you won't smell like bear dooky. Or we could....ya know....beat you with a quarter staff, set you on fire and force info outta ya. It's up to you....don't try and talk ya way outta it. We'll keep ya alive though." Edited by DH_Ninja, Jul 29 2009, 03:36 PM.
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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 29 2009, 05:25 PM Post #14 |
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Drake continued to glare at the assassin, who had seemed to be about to say his name before he paused and seemed to change the subject. He started going on about that more and more assassins would end up being sent, but he'd help once he had recovered his strength and was sure he was going to survive blah blah blah... All it did was make Drake even more annoyed. Pablo had asked about magical items, and the assassin now said that he would be willing to get them for a fee... Drake really didn't care. He was about to speak again when Pablo interrupted, refusing the services... Then he made more jokes, including one about "You're full of what you smell like" as the air was filled with a horrible odor. Though the smell was unpleasant, Drake did find the joke rather funny... But he didn't laugh, he was too focused on keeping the creep from escaping. Pablo then said that they would get the information out of him one way or another... But wouldn't kill him. Drake let out a small growl, he didn't like the idea of letting this guy go free. This man was the same as all those bandits Drake killed, greedy bastards that would kill or do absolutely anything for money. Regardless of anything else, as long as the price was sufficient, they were willing to do it... Drake hated bastards like that with every fiber of his being. Drake said to the assassin, Yes, just tell us the information. Trust me, I can continue to inflict pain endlessly without killing you. I doubt you've forgotten that beam... I can easily fire it at you over and over, sending that agony each time, and you won't have enough energy to move. And it won't kill you as long as I don't want it to, so it could go on until you talk. Just make this easier, tell us your name, and tell us every single thing you know about your employer and why they wanted to kill me. Drake could think of three people that might have hired this guy. The first was Drium, that guy with the cat ear on his head. The second was Andromalius, that creep that radiated evil power and had said he wanted to kill everyone in Elenlond. Both of those were highly unlikely, he'd only had brief contact with them. The third possibility, which Drake highly suspected... That horrible witch who had raised him his whole life, who hated non-humans and would gladly slaughter them if she couldn't use them... Or do both. Her pride would not allow her to tolerate his existence, she had raised him for sixteen years... Drake waited for the assassin to answer. |
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| Stranghill | Jul 29 2009, 06:15 PM Post #15 |
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Stranghill wrinkled his nose at the smell, but had endured worse things. Dungeons weren't fun places to be. The threats poured from both of them, and Stranghill had to keep from laughing. Sure, they could follow through with them, but he knew it was pointless for them. He wasn't a master of enduring torture, but as long as he had knowledge, they wouldn't, couldn't, kill him. He knew what they didn't and he was damn well ready to hold out for it. He might even get lucky. If anyone came across this scene, it certainly wouldn't make him out to be the bad guy, being stared down by a beast and an old coot who had completely lost his mind. It would be nothing to convince them to at the very least call the guards and have them all brought in. No trouble at all. "I've got to tell you two quite a bit, it would seem . . ." Stranghill said, shaking his head slowly. The smell was still a pain, but he was ignoring it as he went on, "but you aren't going to get much from torture. I know quite a bit about torture, actually. You never get accurate information. I know a lot about you, dragon-man. There are plenty of people who might have reason to hire me, and I could name any one of them. How would you know, right? How could you be sure it was the truth? Maybe I just said it to avoid more pain. There's only one way to get the truth, and that's from trust. "So how do you get a guy like me to trust you? I'll give you a hint. Finding somewhere out of the rain would be a very good start. Of course, if you do want to torture me, go ahead. I may just give you the real answer. But if I do, then what? You try and hunt them down? I certainly don't know where they are. But I know people who do. People that know me, but would never trust you. A goody-goody like yourself would never get their contacts. I have a lot to offer you, dragon-man. All you need to do is take the right steps. "So, tell you what. You grab my daggers--I'm rather fond of them--and get me out of the rain, let me rest my wounds a bit, and I can give you everything you need to know. Then, if you manage to earn it, I'll even head out to some of my contacts and find out exactly where to find my employer. Come on, dragon-man. We don't need to make this more difficult for everyone. And I have nothing against you. Really, I don't. We could be friends, if you want," Stranghill grinned at his own words at this point. He was actually having fun. It had been a while since he had been in a situation such as this. "So just help me, and I'll help you. What have you got to lose? It's free of charge, of course. Just a place out of the rain and some time to heal up. Then all the answers are yours. "Of course, maybe you don't want to listen to me, in which case, just begin. After all, I'm just a horrible person, right? Go ahead and torture me. You won't be able to trust any of it. And if you kill me, why, you'll be even worse off. But it doesn't need to be that way, and I certainly don't want it to be that way. So why not give me some incentive and then we'll all come out of this happy. Happy, and alive." |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 30 2009, 09:45 AM Post #16 |
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"Weak against water eh? 'Fraid of a little fire.............scarecrow? Maybe some direct sunlight? Garlic! Wait.....garlic? I dunno, maybe afraid of your own reflection! How about! Holy symbols!" At this point Agnar began to scratch his beard again. The smell remained, growing stronger, soon it would become pretty unbearable. "I forget if they can cross running water or not. Oh well. In any case. I recognize such things. I am scholar of some sort, you could say. You're a sorry excuse for a vampire. Betchya can't even turn into a gaseous form and fly away. You'd be here hours a ago. Hyuck! Hyuck! Hyuck! Ooooooooooo. Gosh. Ya just keep ranting on bout how ya don't wanna die. You're not very good at distracting." Agnar yawned a bit and cracked his neck. He turned his head to Drake. "You can kill em if you want. Personally i'mma not so fond of such things. Even if such creatures should have their head's shoved on pikes with holy symbols stuffed in their mouths. One time I tried dun killing this very evil man. But for some reason, some devine force came down, altered meh will to do so, and they got away over and over. This went on for a while, like a cliche. Oh well. He died bout 100 years ago. Anyway, your choice." Edited by DH_Ninja, Jul 30 2009, 10:10 AM.
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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 30 2009, 11:21 AM Post #17 |
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Drake listened to the assassin continuing to talk... Dear god, did he ever stop? He was obviously bluffing, "plenty of people" who would have reason to hire him? Wow... Yeah, no. This guy clearly had no real idea what he was talking about, there hadn't been many enemies Drake had faced who had lived. And the last time Drake had seen Drium, the guy had seemed obnoxious but not spiteful or anything... Unless he'd started raging about Drake breaking that bottle of whatever he'd been drinking. Drake had a fairly good idea of who had sent the assassin already. He really wasn't sure if letting this guy go was worth it. The pathetic man had finished talking, and Drake was about to begin speaking when Pablo interrupted. What was he talking about? ...Wait a moment... Drake concentrated... Sure enough, something was off about this guy. Not quite the same as he'd detected back when he met Valerie, but definitely a vampire... Heh, a vampire huh? Who also happened to act as an assassin... Did he drink the blood from his targets when he killed them? Well, whatever... Pablo mentioned trying to go on and kill the guy if he wanted. Drake really did want to do so... But maybe not just yet. He said to the assassin, You know... You're pathetic, really. You say there are lots of people who might have hired you... Really there are only about three. Try again smart guy. Also, as far as trust... I don't care in the least if you trust me, because there's no way in hell that I trust you! Do you think I'm some sort of idiot or something? If anyone's a fool, you are! Drake's voice held just a slight hint of scorn in it, along with annoyance. More assassins coming doesn't work on me. I kill guys like you all the time, who would do literally anything for money. Do you have any idea how many bandits I've killed? Assassins are no different, and it gives me a little more to do. So give me a good reason not to kill you. Oh, and make sure it's not obvious and pointless bluffing. I don't think you want me to lose patience... Drake wasn't quite sure why he didn't just incinerate this man right now... Seriously, the guy was pathetic and annoying, and had just tried to kill him... |
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| Stranghill | Jul 30 2009, 11:41 AM Post #18 |
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Stranghill scowled at Agnar's insult. He was well aware that his vampiric traits had not yet awakened. It was disappointing to be a vampire without the traits that would make him powerful. It was soon to come, though. He wouldn't be weak for long. At this point, though, the priest was irrelevant. A withering old fool of an illusionist at best, though the smell was getting worse. The dragon-man was the real problem. "And here I thought I had already explained what uses I have. And of course there are plenty of people willing to hire me to kill you. People are very, very corrupt. Anyone can be a target. But that's besides the point, I believe. You want one solid reason to let me live? My sources. Someone as self-righteous as you could never get into my world, but if you let me live, I can help you. "You let me live to contact my sources, I can learn where the one who hired you is, the reason they hired me, the best way to kill them, and all sorts of other things you might want to know. In fact, I might even give you extended access. You get my contact name, and you can call on my information any time you choose. "You have plenty of reasons to trust me, dragon-man. I live for money, but living is far more important. Considering you're already aware of my job, there would be no point in trying to assassinate you. It would never work. So now my only option, if I want any sort of success from this situation, is to help you get vengeance on my employer. So what do you say, dragon-man? Do you really want to give up the kind of knowledge I have access to just for some petty grudge against assassins? |
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 30 2009, 12:11 PM Post #19 |
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Agnar grumbled and pointed his finger at the crippled vampire. He casted silence on him, shutting him up for a good thirty seconds. Agnar then raised his quarter staff, gripped it with both hands like a bat. "Shuttdup!" He said as he swung, hitting the man full force in the face with the quarterstaff. Slamming the assassin's head into the ground where he was promptly beaten over and over with the staff ontill blood ran from his temple and the man passed out. "Tired of you and your.......constant bragging of teh stuff you know." Agnar said and poked the unresponsive vampire who remained motionless on the ground. He reached into his robe and pulled out a fifty foot strand of rope and a knife. He proceeded to tie Stranghill's legs together at the ankles. Then brought both his arms behind his back, tied them together at the wrist. And then tied his hands and feet together. He then proceeded to cut part of his robe off, and gag him. "Excuse me for a moment Dragonny man." Agnar said as he dragged the unconscious assassin into the brush. He was gone for about three minutes before he reemerged from the vampire who was still bound. The vampire appeared to be soaked in a liquid that reeked. He left him there in the middle of the rain in the forest. "Now he'll really smell. And he'll need a goooooood bath." Agnar said as he began to scoop up mud and throw it at the bound man, making more of a mess of him. "We should probably go now. Unless you wanna take es weapons or somethin'." |
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| Drake Aurelis | Jul 30 2009, 04:11 PM Post #20 |
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Drake finally got an answer to if the assassin ever shut up... No, no he didn't. And he was utterly ridiculous. Why would Drake need the guy's information enough to let the creep live? He could just as easily get rid of lots of scum by destroying each assassin that came along, and really, was the guy going to give him information on how to kill other assassins? Oh, wait, he'd give him inside information to skilled thieves so that Drake could give information to authorities... And be thought of as rather suspicious for having that information. And a petty grudge against assassins? That was so ridiculous... Drake began laughing. There was telepathic laughter, which would seem like normal laughter, and then a deep rumbling sound that was basically the equivalent of laughter in dragon form. The fact that the mental laughter could be heard as well showed that he was really cracking up at this guy's idiocy. Petty grudge? Guys like him didn't care who they hurt as long as they got the money! The man had finally stopped talking... And then Pablo told him to shut up, whacking him over the head with his staff... Drake began laughing even harder. This was perfect. And then the guy was unconscious... Pablo said that he was sick of the guy as well. Drake wondered how the HELL this guy had survived so long as an assassin. Such an idiot... Pablo then dragged the guy off into the bushes, and was gone for a while before coming back. Drake's laughter had subsided by the time he returned. Drake was about to ask what he'd been doing, but when he heard Pablo's comment... Decided not to. The illusionist then threw some mud over in the direction he'd taken the unconscious assassin. Was he that close? ...Drake really didn't wanna ask what had happened that he'd taken three minutes while staying so close. Pablo asked him if he wanted to leave now, or take his weapons, Drake flew back down next to the ground and shifted with a flash of light, which quickly faded to reveal him kneeling on one knee, as he usually was when he shifted back. He wasn't sure why that happened, it just usually did. Drake stood up, and the still heavy rain quickly washed off the mud that had gotten onto his cape and his right leg. Drake said, "I'm not sure it's worth taking them... Not now anyway. Who knows, maybe he'll die tied up like that, wolves or something..." He shrugged. "Anyway... Thanks. I haven't had a laugh like that in a long time." He then thought of something, "I never told you my name, did I? I'm Drake. And..." He looked suspiciously at the guy, "Is your name really 'Pablo MacLucid'? Considering everything... Your attitude, your illusions... It's rather ironic." He laughed a bit. His mind had been completely averted from the idea of killing the assassin, and now he was actually in a good mood. Edited by Drake Aurelis, Jul 30 2009, 04:11 PM.
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| DH_Ninja | Jul 30 2009, 06:40 PM Post #21 |
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"I lie alot." The old man said with a smile. "You probably have guessed i'm not a priest. I'm not an artificer, though I could be if I choose to take up that profession. "You may call me Agnar. Aggy for short. If your gonna travel with me, and or vice versa. If I talk, you should play along with whatever I say. Otherwise the magic doesn't work." Agnar paused for a second and wiped the blood of the quarter staff. "Your quite the fighter. Definently been a while since I seen such an ability. In any case, it is good to meet ye Drake." |
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| Stranghill | Jul 30 2009, 08:01 PM Post #22 |
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(((OOC: Just gonna clear this up, then you two can have at it))) IC: Stranghill's vision cleared. Still raining. Wonderful. Well, he wasn't dead. Things hadn't gone exactly according to plan, but close enough. He was alive, after being double-teamed. Stranghill felt no shame at being beaten in a far-from-fair fight. Plus, the rest had actually restored a good deal of his strength. Still, that smell, and that feeling, and being tied up, all of it was very, very annoying. Not the worst he had been through though. His daggers were gone, and that was unfortunate, but they weren't his anyway. He had . . . acquired them. His daggers were at his current hideout. Stranghill would have grinned had he been able to get the gag out. He had gotten out of it alive. Now he just needed to go to a bath-house. Stranghill began rolling, thankful that he had been left in the bushes instead of out in the open, until he reached a few sharp branches. He immediately went to work on breaking his bonds. It took time, patience, and persistence, but the bonds on his hands came undone easily enough. After that it was child's play to remove the others. Unsure of whether the two who had bested him were still chatting, and uncaring, he immediately rushed back to town. He couldn't risk them catching up to him. "Hey! You there!" Stranghill's running was interrupted by a gruff voice. Stranghill turned and immediately recognized its bearer as a forester-guard. There were always a few patrolling the forests, just in case. "What are you doing and . . .ugh . . You know you smell like-" "Trust me, guard, I know. Let's just say I'm a lucky victim of a cruelly pointless venture. If you happen to come across an old man, or a man who can shift into a dragon, could you give them a message for me?" The guard was obviously perplexed, but nodded as he drew his sword and shield, thinking my "assailants" were chasing me and violent. "Tell them, just as I say: There will be more. Now, I must be off-" "Wait. Foo on your message, it'll mean nothing to their ilk. Do you want a ride into town? My horse is nearby, on the trail," the guard said. He was completely clueless as to Stranghill's nature, and Stranghill decided it was best not to enlighten him. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind the smell?" Stranghill asked cheerfully, putting on a smile. The guard laughed. "You've never spent a night in a guard-house. Half o' them smell like you, and worse!" Both Stranghill and the guard shared a good laugh, and the guard led Stranghill to his horse. It wasn't long before Stranghill was on his way to town. He thanked the guard, and they parted, the guard ever-clueless to Stranghill's nature. Now, Stranghill just had one thing to keep in mind throughout his days. Vengeance. |
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