Originally Posted by General 40
Telwan didn't seem surprised by your reaction, he was obviously used to getting what he wanted and what he wanted... was pretty obvious.
“Well, it's just your luck!” The words were slurring more now, it was obvious that the last shot he took was starting to hit him. “I've got a nice room all for us a few buildings down.... I can keep you very warm.”
He jingled his keys and motioned with his eyes towards the door. A silent question of “Shall we get out of here?”
Originally Posted by Cave Hobo
“Soyon? Yeah, we may have a case file for him...” The guard reclined in the wooden chair, putting his feet up on his desk and looking thoughtful. “I could help you, for a small fee of course.”
Throsam had expected this, while bounty hunters and law enforcement often sought the same end result, he recognized that the competition was there, and being in the Red Empire... competition was everything.
“25 Gold pieces right now and i'll tell what we know. We'd have taken him out by ourselves already... but we shouldn't have to clean up your messes.” He stood and looked down at the dwarf expectantly.
Originally Posted by Lexius87
Carson Tucker just about jumped over a nearby boulder when Isabelle revealed herself, tripping over an exposed root and falling to the ground. Carson rolled to his feet and tried to make a break for it when Isabelle hit him with a 'Blood Channel.'
“Ah! What?” The man clutched his side and spun, watching with wide and terrified eyes as a mist of his blood attached itself between himself and the one who hunted him.
“B..blood magic! But that's forbidden! That's not fair...” He wailed, not noticing that “fair” really didn't play into it at this point.
After recovering from what was happening to him, Carson dropped to his knees.
“Please, lady, I got a kid. And what's more, I was leaving ya' see? I was looking for my get away box down in this canyon. Let me split the money with you, 150 pieces each, then you let me go, alright?”
Originally Posted by theonelogician
Robbert nodded in understanding, but he seemed disappointed. Halat knew his friend wanted the rest of the farming town to accept and see Halat as he did, but Robbert was a human... he could never truly understand the way others looked at Halat and his sisters, how they whispered when they thought he couldn't hear, and the way soldiers gripped their weapons when they noticed that grey skin...
“Alright then, I'll win extra for you then. Safe trip to the capitol.” Robbert smiled and finished loading up the logs on the back of an old mare, Tempest... who was the calmest horse Halat had ever met, didn't even blink when it smelled a demon.
Night came and Halat packed his things for the trip to Makali. He was about to head out when Keila stepped out in front of him.
“Going to get us some seeds?” Her orange eyes stared into your greens. They had gotten father's eyes where Halat had gotten closer to their mother's green...
Halat nodded down at his little sister, the twins were rarely apart, so finding one was an oddity in itself. They were a mischevious sort, always playing pranks on Mesha, but he could tell his sisters cared for the older lady.. and the old lady felt the same.
“Big brother... why must you always go so late? Are the stores really open when you get there?”
Halat sucked in his breath for just a moment, the twins didn't know the real truth of his nighttime excursions. He hadn't told them so yet for a few reasons, namely to protect them.
Would he tell them the truth? Invite them into the demon cult? Or continue to keep it from them for now...
Originally Posted by Psychedelic Lictor
Lavana patiently waited for the young man to finish his work and quickly run back towards the town. She slipped out of the shadows and rearranged the meat 'just so' and carved a small translation into one of the large pieces of meat and then went down to the nearby stream, bathing herself as well as she could.
Blood up and ready, she climbed a nearby tree and waited...
Thirty minutes later, her keen ears heard something moving through the brush and moments later, a large form moved out of the brush, stopping to sniff the air. It paused for a moment, and almost seemed ready to bolt.
Apparently, the werewolf was hungrier than it was worried about any odd smells. The moved forward on all fours, coming to the meat and beginning to chew on the closest chunk. Lavana studied the creature, barely containing the urge to leap down on it and ram her sword down it's throat.
She knew better though. She had no silver on her and some damned pickpocket had taken her purse full of belladonna a week back. She hadn't realized it until she got into town and hadn't had the time to search for more. A werewolf could be killed in other ways. Chopping off its head, ripping out it's heart and burning it... and of course, complete mutilation.
This wolf seemed a runt compared to some of the great beasts Lavana had seen. Most likely an accidental turn that had never met up with another pack. The cursed thing must have found this town and seen an easy target. So far, it had been right.
Originally Posted by Thatfatguy
The hooded figure seemed to regard O'Mors for a moment before taking in a deep.. breath? The dwarf felt dark magic caressing him, finding root in his own magical energies... then retreating. It was an intrusive feeling for sure...
“Yesss.... follooow.” The horse turned of its own accord and strode away, O'Mors following, amazingly on completely dry and even ground. Secrets upon secrets in this place, he assumed.
An hours walk and suddenly it seemed like O'Mors was in a different world. The trees of the swamp seemed to melt away and ground turned hard and rocky. The swamp water split off around a land bridge and surrounded what seemed to be a small mountain in the middle of a lake.
Floating green spirits brushed by him, calling out to him, one passing through and leaving the dwarf feeling cold. Skeletons patrolled the edges of the lake and two massive rotting ogres guarded the front of... A giant open mouthed face built into the mountain itself. Green light emanated from the entrance and a long figure at a desk materialized as you approached with the horseman. The corpse of a half-folk lay propped in a chair.
“Thank you, revenant, that will be enough.” The human said. His pale features regarded the O'Mors and the horseman left without a word.
“First things first, a drop of your blood into this vial on the desk, then I want you to use dark magic on that corpse there... THEN assuming we aren't forced to kill you after either of those... i'll get your name.”
Originally Posted by SGS
Sam waited silently, staring blankly at the wall as his sister got ready to leave, very much acting like a zombie should at this point.
When Vivian called for him to follow, Sam obediently agreed, shuffling along behind his sister and moaning softly every once in a while.
The hallway in Mardoth's personal section of of the cult was lined with spirit trapped globes that lit her way. She could see their forms swirling about inside the glass, trying to get out but having nowhere to go.
Vivian pushed open the double doors that lead into the laboratory and wandered inside, Sam still in tow, the little zombie seemed to regard a nearby skeleton, looking its bones and then looking down at himself, a moment of curiosity before regaining that vacant dead stare.
The lab was about what you'd expect of a powerful necromancer. Skulls, body parts, working zombies and skeletons, and even a winged revanent watching from the rafters, it's eyes following Vivian as she moved across the room.
Vivian spun a few scientific instruments about as she looked for her father, spotting him near what he called the pit... something was in their today, something big.
Mardoth worked over the pit with his back turned, maybe she could get a peak down there before he sent her off on an errand?
Originally Posted by marshall larkin
Garr stomped up to the Half-man and seemed about to pop when Ham casually explained his purpose for making the tusks purple and that the ladies will love them!
The orc seemed to almost be appeased by that, he was ugly, even for a greenskin... but then he snarled.
“Now see here, you little sh..” He began.
“Garr! My goodness, I LOVE what you've done with your tusks!” A cheerful, feminine voice called out as Tora, the barmaid with fantastic... assets... ran up to him.
Garr seemed taken back as the barmaid caressed the tusk and giggled. “This is wonderful! Please come sit with me for a moment and tell me about them!” She gave Ham a knowing look, one that said 'You owe me'. Ham tilted his hat and was quickly out the door and on his way to Vatia.
It was a day and some hours to the capitol city. He could stop at a tavern or push on through the night. The road seemed mostly safe these days...
Originally Posted by Architech
Baron and the Bird
If there was anything that could be said to unnerve poor Marnett... he couldn't think of it, had that thing called him an eyeblight? What in the hells did that mean? The cockatrice's words echoed in his head as he pushed open the door into darkness.
“Hello?” He started to say before the door shut behind him, he spun about and grabbed for the handle, but was distracted by the sound of a fire being lit had him slowly turned about. Seeing a ghostkin for the first time was almost too much for poor Marnett, but the bounty was good and he needed his questions answered. He stared at the ritually dressed spirit speaker and coughed to try and clear his shaky voice, and shakier nerves.
“I, uh... heard you could help … see what the dead seen with the right pieces.” He held up a small wooden box and opened it, a solitaire human eye stared out from it, placed on a small sheet of brown cloth.